As someone who has seen through the future, Tyrion is well aware of the war potential of the currently extremely weak Draenei.
Although they have been running away among the stars, avoiding the hatred pouring from the great demon of the Burning Legion, and avoiding the merciless pursuit of their former compatriots, even when facing the violent orcs with the same overall strength as themselves, they chose
Constant evasion, but from a completely impartial third-party perspective, the terrifying instincts and talents of the draenei are enough to make them a "war race" in the true sense.
Tyrion has seen the impact of energy on the draenei. They accept the Holy Light and only need simple training to become qualified paladins. They accept evil energy and require little adaptation to become qualified demon warlocks.
, and after death, they are almost instinctive and can quickly master the cold death energy and become true high-level knights.
Even if they are embraced by the void, lose everything, and become broken, these draenei's talent for sensing and using elemental power is even better than that of the ancient orc shamans.
Moreover, the draenei are tall and extremely powerful. Even if they are desperate, even the violent orcs may not be able to confront an adult draenei male... In other words, the draenei exiles lack
In fact, it is just confidence and courage, and the determination to make a desperate move.
During their 25,000-year flight, they have developed the habit of escaping, and this habit not long ago brought unimaginable disaster to the Draenei.
When the orcs attacked the Karabor Temple, Velen thought they would not succeed. However, with the help of demons, the orcs captured three draenei cities at an unimaginable speed, losing at least 200,000 draenei cities.
The Neanderthals died in the war, directly destroying one-third of the Draenei population.
It was also after this incident that the behavior of both the prophet Velen and the draenei civilians changed. It was not until fate pushed them to go to Azeroth that they realized that there was no way back.
, it was only the Draenei who truly made up their mind to fight back to the death.
That's when they really woke up.
But in Tyrion's view, it was actually too late to start counterattack 25 years after the Dark Portal. If the Draenei immigrant ship crashed into the world of Draenor 200 years ago,
If they could make up their mind at that time, the current situation in the world would not be in such a bad situation.
Even when the orcs launched a war, if the draenei could resist resolutely, they would have relied on the power of the orc tribe at that time. Even with the secret help of demons, it was hard to say whether they could capture Shattrath.
Rogelio rode on the back of a death raven and quietly landed on the iconic big mushroom in Zangarmarsh in the night. He stood in the darkness and looked at the brightly lit Teledor in the distance.
After seeing clearly the prisoners held near Teledor, the death knight showed an unexpected expression on his face.
He accepted Tyrion's secret instructions and came to the battlefield of Teledor to check the situation. According to Lord Darkblade's estimation, after the demons attacked Teledor, there would definitely be many Draenei corpses left behind.
, as long as those corpses are taken away without alerting the prophet, the severely damaged Hellfire Garrison can be effectively replenished.
"Tyrion, I have arrived in Teledor."
Rogelio said to Tyrion in Spirit Link:
"But your estimate was wrong. The Draenei did not retreat. They fought back against the demons, and it seems... they won the battle. The portal was destroyed, and, if I read it correctly, they also captured
Killed a pit lord and many demons."
"Um?"
Tyrion used a brief nasal voice to express his surprise and doubts. After repeatedly confirming the current situation of Zangarmarsh, Lord Darkblade quickly issued a new order:
"Then it seems that I underestimated our Mr. Velen. So, Rogge, you go to see him on my behalf, and then tell him that I am very interested in the abyss lord they captured, and I will go and explore it by the way.
Find out their truth!"
"Okay, I understand."
Rogelio replied. After disconnecting the spiritual link, the death knight stood up, moved his wrist, and jumped on the death raven again. Amidst the raven's unpleasant chirping, the death knight moved toward Tai in the night.
Redor flew away.
And in this city of the Draenei, under the shining spar lamps, in the square inside the city made of huge mushrooms, the bodies of the warriors who died in the war against the demons were placed.
In the center of the square, the surviving people stood aside in silence. Everyone, whether they were soldiers or civilians, had undisguised sadness on their faces.
A female priest in a long skirt stepped forward. Her arms were still bandaged and her face was pale. She knelt down in front of these warriors and placed the white flowers in her hands in front of her. She silently recited the Holy Spirit.
As she read the scriptures of light, a tear fell from the corner of her eye. After the prayer, the tall and silent warriors lifted the sarcophagus and gently placed it into the underground tomb of Teledor.
On this night, more than 500 sarcophagi had been placed in it, and the large tomb was almost full.
Prophet Viren sat at the outermost edge of the square. He was not harmed during the war, but that time inspired the warriors and gave him strength, coupled with the explosion of holy light that burned the demons, the huge energy in the prophet's body was swept away.
At this time, he was in a state of weakness that could not be concealed. He was leaning on the stone chair, his eyes dim and sad.
Next to him, the equally tired Grand Guard Maraad stood upright, looking at the remains of the warriors in the square. They were wearing the armor when they died in battle, holding weapons stained with the blood of demons, and their cheeks were covered with blood.
After wiping them clean, the chosen people of the Holy Light with solemn faces sprinkled the holy water in their hands on the bodies of these warriors.
This is a ritual, and after the death knights appeared in Draenor, it became a kind of protection for the dead. At least until the holy water loses its effect, the remains of these warriors cannot be awakened.
"Do you think it's worth it? Maraad."
The prophet looked at the grieving people and suddenly asked:
"We resisted and we won, but we also paid a heavy price. The people lost their loved ones. Is what we did... really the right choice?"
This question caused a flash of anger and helplessness in the eyes of the great defense officer. After a moment, he said softly:
"But if we don't resist, the people will still lose everything. And compared to running away as usual, we will at least get a victory. The fire of courage in the people's hearts has been ignited. After they saw with their own eyes that the devil is not invincible,
, even if they face a desperate situation, they can still have the consciousness to raise weapons."
"Moreover, this battle is not without gains for us!"
The Grand Vindicator turned around. On the battlefield where the holy light shone at the feet of Teledor, around the demons who were bound by the Holy Light Chains, soldiers were patrolling vigilantly. Looking at those high-spirited warriors, the corner of the Grand Vindicator's mouth showed.
A hint of smile:
"Look, Prophet, we have gained so many qualified warriors in just one battle. With a little training, they will become garrison officers who protect the people. Only after being tempered by the fire of war can they be called true warriors.
Warriors, and our people need such warriors! There is no doubt about it.”
There was also a trace of relief on the prophet's cheek. He took a deep breath. In the weakness of the lack inside his body, he closed his eyes and whispered:
"So, I actually think it's worth it... Do you know what I was thinking after the battle? The Grand Vindicator... the demons, Kil'jaeden's minions, are actually not as bad as we thought.
So powerful, so terrifying."
"Where the fire of courage does not shine, evil can naturally laugh loudly and act arbitrarily. And we, we have been in fear for too long. It is all my fault... I am too cowardly. If we...
If we choose to fight back from the beginning, if we unite with the Legion of Light from the beginning..."
"It's not your fault, Prophet."
Maraad shook his head, he took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the starry sky above his head: "After all, in the longest day of Argus, we all became cowards..."
"Prophet, there is a death knight outside the city who wants to see you!"
A chosen person of the Holy Light wearing a golden robe walked quickly to the Prophet and the Grand Vindicator and whispered: "He said he brought news about Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn."
"Death Knight?"
Velen subconsciously turned his gaze to the remains of the warriors who were being buried in the square. His brows furrowed. Beside him, the Grand Defender also tightened his grip on the warhammer placed at his feet. He said in a deep voice:
"It's really unsettling for them to come here at this time."
"But no matter what, it was the Dark Blade Knights who held back the demon's main force, which relieved our pressure. Let's go see him first!"
The prophet struggled to hold up the Staff of the Redeemer, propped up his body, and walked out of Teledor's square with the support of Maraad.
As a paladin, Maraad instinctively hated death knights, and the prophet also saw his ugly face and persuaded him:
"Although death knights were born in evil, they themselves do not represent evil. At least in this war, the unyielding and bravery they showed is worth learning from."
"I know, Prophet."
Maraad replied stiffly:
"At least when fighting against demons, they are our allies, but even so, we still cannot let down our guard. Poor little Yrel is a sad precedent."
"But Yrel does not feel sorry for her, Mr. High Vindicator."
At the moment Maraad's words fell, Rogelio, standing in the darkness ahead, said in a low and hollow voice:
"On the contrary, after death, she felt real relief. She used her dead body to wield fatal power and mercilessly smashed the dogma and the pale path of holy light that bound her. Only sincere prayers could save her.
No life!"
The death knight looked at the prophet and the grand defender walking out of Teledor's passage, and his tone became softer:
"Congratulations on your victory over the incoming demons, but in fact, you don't have much time to celebrate your victory. A powerful demon lord escaped on the battlefield of Auchindoun. It must be hiding somewhere now trying to open the real world.
The war portal..."
Rogge looked at the Draenei city in front of him with a trace of malice, and he said calmly:
"Maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight, this city will be flooded by swarms of demons."
These words made Maraad's eyes flash with ferocity, but the prophet took a step forward at this moment. He looked at the death knight in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"I guess Tyrion sent you here not to provoke us. Tell me, Death Knight, what news did you bring?"
Rogelio and Maraad's fierce glances were blocked by the prophet's body. The death knight coughed lightly and pointed at the imprisoned demons behind him. He said:
"I don't know for what purpose you did not kill these demons, but Lord Darkblade has shown great interest in their existence. We need to have a deeper understanding of our opponents. Therefore, Tyrion hopes that you will
Being able to hand over these demon captives to us, especially the living Abyss Lord...its meaning to us is very important!"
"But these are our prisoners, and cages have been arranged for them on the demon-forbidden ship."
The prophet thought for a moment and then said playfully:
"But if you are really willing to accept these troubles, it's not that I can't give it to you, but you should know very well that since it is an exchange, you must also express it!"
"The remains of the Draenei stored in the Black Temple will be handed over to you in the next few days."
Rogelio shrugged:
"We can't recruit them anyway."
"Well, very good."
The prophet nodded with satisfaction: "Then the demon-forbidden ship will send these demons to..."
"Send directly to Hellfire Citadel!"
Rogelio said: "We have arranged containment and confinement measures there. These demons will definitely become the best material!"
The death knight spoke, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to the prophet:
"Then, happy cooperation."
The prophet glanced at Rogelio and stretched out his hand to shake it:
