On the beach where Kazzak died, the Death Lords of Dark Blade silently formed a siege net under the instructions of the Great Lord. The prey in the net was surprisingly the Delaney who had just fought together.
Human Seer... Velen.
The old prophet holding the staff had his eyes slightly closed, and he didn't seem to feel this potential threat.
But the next moment, his old fingers touched the pendant made of broken purple crystal around his waist, and a touch of strong magic was drawn out. The weak prophet returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and suspended in the sky to attack
The devil's forbidden magic airship also quietly moved to the top of the beach battlefield at this moment.
It was only then that Velen opened his eyes and looked at Tyrion meaningfully. There was only calm in the latter's eyes. The prophet said with a smile:
"I am honored to share the glory of this victory with you, Tyrion. Blade of the Dawn, and I thank you for helping me kill my enemy."
"I also thank you for your last-minute intervention, Prophet."
Tyrion waved his hand, and the death lords took a few steps back. They walked towards Kazzak's body and began to collect "materials" that could be used from this big demon.
The Death Lord and the Prophet looked at each other, and he whispered:
"Without your help, we wouldn't have been able to defeat this demon lord so easily... But the war is not over yet. The demon remnants are scattered throughout Draenor. We are destined to be very busy in the next period of time."
"And what I want to say is, after we're done, maybe we can choose a place to sit down and talk."
The light in Tyrion's eyes became dim. He looked at the prophet. After a moment of silence, he said:
"About Azeroth, about the Draenei, and the future of this world."
The prophet rubbed the black rosary in his hand, his eyes flashed with thought. After a few seconds, he sighed and asked with some regret:
"So, are the draenei and undead still destined to be unable to share this world?"
Tyrion did not answer this question. With the support of Nasa, he walked towards the beach. When leaving, he looked back at the prophet and whispered:
"We will discuss this issue later... At least for now, enjoy this hard-won victory with your people, Prophet."
Velen stood on the beach. He watched Tyrion leave, and then looked back at the battlefield near the Pond of Agona. He had lost their leader, lost their portal, and the demons who were surrounded by a huge number of undead had already
The breakout has begun. In the foreseeable future, these scattered demons will definitely become the biggest hidden danger in the world of Draenor.
But...that's for later.
The prophet breathed a sigh of relief and was about to call the demon-forbidden ship when he saw Death Lord Serende walking towards him carrying a black, bloody devil's horn. The death lord handed Kazzak's devil's horn to the prophet.
, there was no other emotion in the elf’s gray eyes, and he said dryly:
"Tyrion asked me to give this to you... as a souvenir. He said that the murderer's death might bring some comfort to your people."
The prophet looked at the bloody devil's horn. As a devout believer in the Holy Light, he didn't like these barbaric trophies very much, but he had to admit that what the death lord in front of him said made sense. He might not need to do this.
The spoils of war are needed to prove himself, but his people will surely need it to strengthen their will.
So the prophet nodded slightly, stretched out his finger, and a gentle holy light brushed the black devil horn like a sharp blade. After wiping the blood on it, Velen took the heavy trophy, his eyes shining with gentleness.
Smiling, said to Serent:
"Then thank Mr. Tyrion for me."
"Buzz"
In the beating of light blue light, the prophet's figure disappeared on the beach. On the other side, Tyrion's body, supported by Nasa, trembled suddenly. The Blood Watcher immediately felt the power of the death knight.
Disappeared, like a weak patient, almost losing control of his body. Before falling into coma, Tyrion gritted his teeth and said:
"Send me... back to... the Dark Temple, and keep this news... secret! Let, let Autumn come over!"
After saying that, under the surge of violent evil energy in his body, his vision went dark and he passed out completely. Nasa stood there, holding Tyrion in her arms. A trace of suppressed ferocity flashed in her eyes, but in the end, she
He still held Tyrion in his arms in an ambiguous manner, and then disappeared silently on the edge of the chaotic battlefield.
Three days after Kazzak died, in the hall of the Black Temple that resurfaced in the sky, the Death Lords gathered together again and opened the monthly Death Lords Council.
Although the undead lacked emotions, the atmosphere of this meeting was obviously much more cheerful. After all, they defeated the Burning Legion. This was a rare and precious victory.
Luminas and Yrel, who have the most out-of-the-box personalities, were sitting together with Queen Lexi of the Peaks of Arak, chatting about some girly topics, while Serent and Rogelio were also whispering.
After speaking, Grokush and Saurfang sat quietly on the chairs. These two orc death knights were the type who didn't like to talk too much.
They were waiting for the meeting to start, but this time the two blood mages were absent. It was said that they were performing the lich transformation ceremony of the human archmage Khadgar. This thing is very important, so the death lords can understand it.
"Bang"
The door to the council chamber was pushed open, and Alleria, wearing a robe, strolled into the hall, escorted by two high-level death knights. She sat elegantly in the seat that belonged to Tyrion. This action made the entire hall
The atmosphere inside became weird.
Alleria looked around, and in the silent atmosphere, she said:
"My husband Tyrion is currently dealing with some confidential matters. He cannot attend this meeting, so I will temporarily replace him. In addition, before this meeting starts, I want to introduce a new friend to you.
"
Windrunner, known as the Blood Mistress, stood up, blinked her scarlet eyes, and said softly:
"He will become a new member of the Death Lords Council... Everyone, let us welcome our new partner."
After Alleria's words fell, the door of the conference hall was pushed open again. Under everyone's gaze, a slender figure appeared at the door. He was wearing a bright red robe with a dark phoenix engraved on it, holding a
A scepter made of dragon bones, long gray hair hanging casually on her shoulders, and on her beautiful cheeks, there was a pair of scarlet eyes exactly like Alleria's.
As he moved forward, surging magic power and the faint smell of blood wrapped around his body, representing his strength and identity.
A Sarlayin, the first pure blood elf born after Tyrion, not a semi-finished product like a blood mage, but a real, natural Thalayin.
"Myra!"
A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of Death Lord Luminas. She stood up and walked quickly to her lover. The latter stretched out his arms and hugged his wife with a smile on his face. In full view of the public, the two were inseparable and kissed each other as if no one else was watching.
together.
"Bang bang bang"
A few seconds later, Alleria knocked on the table and said helplessly:
"Pay attention to your appearance, the two Death Lords are everyone watching!"
The passionate kiss was interrupted, Miss Lumi stood aside a little shyly, with her head lowered, while Myra Blade of Dawn stood gracefully in front of everyone, using Sarain's hoarse and magnetic words.
The voice said:
"Everyone knows me, Myra Dawnblade, a mage from Quel'Thalas, a former Paladin, and one of the last descendants of the Dawnblade family. Today, I voluntarily join the Darkblade Knights. Everyone...
.In the days to come, I will fight side by side with you!"
"Of course, I would also like to congratulate you on defeating the terrible Burning Legion. This is a brilliant victory."
Yrel was the first to applaud, and the other death lords also clapped their hands casually. The applause was a little sparse, but this did not mean that they despised Myra. In fact, for the dead, this kind of sparse applause,
It already represents a warm welcome.
But the Death Lords are all arrogant guys. Welcome does not mean recognition. Whether Myra is qualified to truly become a Death Lord depends on his subsequent performance. Just like Tyrion said, the Dark Blade Knights are not
Waste is needed.
"Take a seat, Myra."
Alleria waved her hand, and the Blood Lord sat next to Serent. Everyone was silent for a moment. Windrunner put his left hand on the table, supported his chin, and said somewhat casually:
"Then, let's start the routine reporting, everyone."
"I'll go first."
Luminas nodded towards the others, stood up, and injected death energy into the table in front of her. As the necromantic circle was activated, a complete map of Draenor appeared in front of everyone.
"From three days ago to now, the garrison battle group has launched an operation to eliminate the remaining demons in Hellfire Peninsula, but it has not gone smoothly. My battle group has suffered heavy losses in the two demon wars. So far, my subordinates have
There are less than 900 death knights left, and only 10,000 undead infantry."
Luminas had a bitter smile on her face:
"I have lost two-thirds of my military strength, and now I can't even put together the basic organization of the chapter. If Queen Lexi hadn't mobilized three squadrons of the Screamer Legion to support me, I would have been unable to suppress the entire Hellfire Peninsula.
..There are too many remaining demons here.”
"The Auchindoun Chapter can detach 500 knights to support you. In the battle three days ago, we also lost at least a quarter of our military strength."
Serent said with some embarrassment:
"There are also demons entrenched near Talador headquarters, especially on the edge of Terokkar Forest. In the abandoned mountain woodland that originally belonged to the exiled arakkoa, there are a large number of demon warlocks entrenched there. What's worse is that we
There is enough evidence to prove that those demons seduced a group of refugees in Shattrath City. Those humble and despicable guys, under our noses, secretly communicated with those demons and provided them with resources. This is intolerable.
of!"
"I have decided to launch a raid in the next few days to completely wipe out the remaining demon army there."
Serent stretched out her hand and made a "cut down" motion. After her murderous words fell, Queen Lexi let out a low neigh. Her bird eyes stared at Luminas, and she whispered:
"The Arak Screamer Legion may not be able to draw much strength. The demons have invaded Nagrand, forcing the local Khajiit tribe to cross the border and invade Arak again. The first batch of Kali birds are about to hatch. I must give priority to ensuring that
The safety of my citizens."
"So Queen Lexi will send troops together with the Aranka Chapter to destroy those daring tigers."
Yrel patted Luminas on the shoulder and she said:
"Although the loss of the Arak Chapter is slight, the number of my Chapter is the smallest. Mr. Grokush also needs support in Nagrand. The demons seem to be planning to occupy the orcs' holy land of Washugu, and they are in
Yesterday, our scouts discovered some strange creatures appearing near Washugu, creatures we have never seen before."
Yirel frowned and said:
"They seem to have quietly entered the world along with the devil."
Grokush also nodded and said:
"Well, Captain Yirel is right. It is a force that calls itself "Void Spirit" and is covered with bandages all over its body. It also uses weird space magic to move. In fact, it was in Nag more than a year ago.
I have found traces of them on the edge of Lan's grassland, but maybe because of the attack of demons, they suddenly disappeared, and now, they have begun to appear on a large scale."
The old orc's tone was a little stiff:
"Although we don't understand their purpose, there is no doubt that these guys are a hidden threat. In addition, a group of demons broke into the ruins of Hanging Castle in the far west of Nagrand, and our psychic circle there was destroyed.
, the recruitment of ogres has to be postponed."
The last speaker was the silent Saurfang, the orc currently responsible for Gorgrond's reconnaissance and strategic operations. He said very briefly:
"The Gorgrond Army can no longer spare the strength to support... The forest over there is abnormally active. The wood spirits that have been extinct for nearly 200 years in the orc records have reappeared, and they have begun to flee with Gorgrond.
The ogre tribes are fighting for territory, and it is foreseeable that there will be no peace there for at least the next two years."
Saurfang said with some regret:
"It's a pity that there are too few knights and soldiers assigned to me, and I am unable to intervene in their war."
After everyone expressed their opinions, the atmosphere in the council became heavy again. Although the demon was defeated, the situation was still very bad. Alleria sighed and said helplessly:
"It seems that the area we rule has been almost infiltrated by the remaining demons. The price of victory is so expensive. The cannon fodder troops were almost completely wiped out, two-thirds of the lower-level knights were lost, and one-third of the high-level combat power was lost.
, it’s like returning to the dark blade’s most embarrassing era overnight.”
"This is not the worst, Alleria."
Serende said with a gloomy face:
"The development of Auchindoun Necropolis has reached the final stage. Even if we recruit all the remaining dead, we can't make up for the gap in the war group... This world is too small. At its peak, living here
There will be no more than 5 million lives, and we prosper based on the prosperity of the living."
"We need a new world!"
Grokush emphasized his tone: "Otherwise, we will be trapped here, and the demons... they will not give up invading Draenor again. We must find new resources to supplement!"
"If the situation continues to deteriorate, the next day the demons invade will be the day we are destroyed."
At the same time, in the distant Shattrath City, in the most secret room on the third floor of the Tianya Tavern.
"With all due respect, Mr. Tyrion."
Prophet Velen said to Tyrion with an ugly face:
"Your request is too much, and the Draenei cannot agree to it!"