The secret talks agreed with Velen were held in Shattrath City, which is a neutral city. Although it will always favor the draenei, if the Naruadal who rules here does not go crazy, it will not
Breaking the strict neutrality.
Because that means that the Auchinton war group stationed less than a day away from Shattrath will immediately attack the city, which will then cause an internal war in the Draenor world. Judging from the current situation,
Even if all the remaining life in the world of Draenor were bundled together, it would not be enough for Tyrion's Darkblade Knights to fight.
That group of crazy undead defeated the unstoppable demon head-on!
Coupled with the terrifying weapon Tyrion took out at the end of the war, the ray that burned like a real sun, if he really used that weapon to attack Shattrath, probably except for the Naaru himself,
All other lives will be burned to death in an instant.
The Naaru generously provided a safe enough location for the meeting between the Prophet and Lord Darkblade. The normally crowded Shattrath End of the World Tavern was deserted on this day. Even the owner of the tavern was "invited" to the city square.
superior.
Unfortunately, in this absolutely safe venue, the meeting between the two reached a deadlock from the beginning.
"Why should the draenei leave Draenor?"
With a hint of anger, Viren said in a deep voice:
"We have lived here for 200 years! Many draenei were born here, grew up here, and everything about them is here. This is our home! How can you make such a rude request!"
"I didn't know that an owner would invite villains to tear down his home."
Tyrion, wearing a full-face helmet and a black cloak, retorted angrily: "Your home is in Argus, which has been occupied by demons. You just escaped here, and you have brought disaster to this world.
..What’s more, Prophet, are you deaf? What I’m saying is, let you take some of the Draenei to leave this world and go to Azeroth!”
Under the helmet, those ice-blue eyes stared at the prophet:
"Don't tell me that you don't see the future of the Draenei...The future of your race is not in Draenor! Azeroth, that is where you should go!"
"Of course I saw it!"
Viren shook his head:
"We will go to Azeroth, but not now. The future guided by destiny does not happen at this moment. We must wait and wait quietly in the world of Draenor."
"Don't be stupid! Prophet, the future has changed."
Tyrion said disdainfully:
"Having been changed by my own hands, you can either bravely jump into the new future and find hope, or you can only be trapped in Draenor and watch your race disappear...Don't forget, the key to the Dark Portal
It's in my hands! I won't let you leave, and you will never step out of Draenor!"
"Yeah?"
Faced with this explicit threat, the prophet played with the black rosary in his hand, and his wise eyes looked up and down at Tyrion, who was wearing heavy armor. After a moment, he suddenly said:
"What are you hiding? Tyrion... In my memory, you never wore a helmet... In that battle with Kazzak, you were not unscathed, right? Just with your knight
Just like the regiment, you also suffered heavy casualties, don’t think I don’t know what you want to do!”
The prophet knocked his hand on the table and said seriously:
"I will not give up the remaining draenei necropolis to you! You will not even think about tarnishing the souls of fallen warriors!"
The atmosphere of the conversation between the two men suddenly stagnated. After the truth was exposed, the underlying hostility finally tore through the mask of the "ally" and truly put the irreconcilable conflict between the two on the table.
After ten seconds of silence, Tyrion suddenly spoke:
"Guess, Prophet, how many times can your demon-forbidden ship block Rukhmar's Breath?"
"Think again, can the Storm Fortress, which cannot take off, protect your people from being harmed by the long-range attack of the Eye of Sargeras?"
"Even if the Black Blade Knights suffer heavy casualties, at worst, if I make a desperate move and the united undead defeat the demons, will the draenei be more difficult to deal with than the demons?"
"Bang"
The high lord hit the table with his gauntleted fist, and the cold frost enveloped the entire table in an instant. He stared into the prophet's eyes and said calmly:
"I have many ways to destroy your lingering civilization! Velen... I came with good intentions, and you think your unilateral refusal can prevent me from getting it?"
"If I don't get what I want through negotiation, I will start a war and get it myself!"
"Are you and your people really ready to die in Draenor?"
The prophet's eyes became angry, but then became calm. He looked at Tyrion. The moving rosary in his hand stopped at this moment. The prophet's eyes closed slightly and he whispered:
"Then come on!"
"Let me see if your war and your death can extinguish the Holy Light! Tyrion, since you have raised the threat of war, you might as well guess, Turalyon who practices the Holy Light in Shattrath City
Where were the Paladins sent by the Naaru?"
"If you are really as omniscient as you claim to be, then you should know... the Draenei never fight alone!"
"Click"
Tyrion's fingers made a crisp sound, and his eyes became dangerous:
"You summoned the Legion of Holy Light? Idiot! Don't you know that your so-called Mother of Light has gone crazy?"
"The great Zella just believes in the fate she sees, she is not crazy..."
Viren opened his eyes, and there was an inexplicable light in his eyes:
"I did not summon the Legion of Holy Light. As a priest like me, I know very well that once the Holy Light reaches its extreme, it is actually not a good thing, but if I and my people are forced into a desperate situation... I actually don't mind doing that!
"
This round of tit-for-tat threats once again made the atmosphere in the house awkward. Another ten seconds passed, and Tyrion suddenly smiled:
"Then why didn't you make such a desperate move when you were being slaughtered by the orcs? Do you think I'm easier to deal with than the orcs? Velen... In my memory, you are not such a stubborn person who dares to sacrifice everything."
"That's because the war between you and your knights against the devil gave me hope of resistance. Your victory aroused the courage in my heart and the hope in my people's hearts..."
Viren's tone also became gentler:
"I have to thank you undead, Tyrion, and I sincerely thank you... We are only participants in this war, but its glory of victory still awakened the sleeping Draenei civilization.
It will become a scene in our history that cannot be ignored.”
"The dead can teach the living a lot... and I thought we would actually become friends."
"Would you like to be friends with a dead person?"
Tyrion asked calmly: "Don't hide your feelings, prophet, no living person is willing to be friends with the dead. The difference in the nature of life will exclude each other. I have never wanted to be friends with the living. Then
You are asking for trouble... But since both sides have their own cards, let us use a more mature and rational method to resolve the dispute."
He tapped his fingers on the table twice:
"I will send death knights to Teledor to recruit new knights, but I will only recruit souls who are unwilling to die and are willing to continue fighting after death. This is my last concession!"
"But I still can't accept it!"
The prophet shook his head:
"Except for this issue, everything else can be discussed, but this cannot be discussed! I cannot betray the warriors to death after they die. This is also my bottom line!"
"So you are willing to let the heroes who could have continued to fight have all their souls and wills worn away by time, and finally turned into meaningless bones... How pedantic!"
Tyrion snorted, but seeing that the prophet was determined, he decided not to discuss this issue further. Even if the Teledor necropolis was completely excavated, only 300-500 knights could be recruited. Rather than let the negotiation be thorough, Tyrion snorted.
It is better to shelve this dispute than to break up.
"Okay, skip this question."
The death knight straightened his body and looked at Velen: "I will open the Dark Portal and let you enter Azeroth. I can even act out a play with you so that you can better integrate into that world."
"What's the price?"
The prophet asked: "The demons will not give up Draenor. It is indeed dangerous to stay here. Maybe you are right. Going to Azeroth in advance is not a bad thing, but I want to know what I need to pay for it."
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"I want one of your ships!"
Tyrion narrowed his eyes: "There are many dangerous demons that need to be kept in solitary confinement, so I want a demon-free ship!"
"impossible!"
The prophet shook his head and refused: "The forbidden demon airship is the only airship loaded with defensive weapons, so we can't give it to you!"
"Well, the next best thing is, I heard that you have a ship that is specially used to cultivate various plants, and it has a complete life-support system inside. It's called an eco-ship, right? I want that!"
Tyrion stretched out a finger and shook it:
"Don't be too busy to refuse, Prophet. As a bonus, I will divide the remaining half of the Fallon Peninsula outside the Gorgrond Sea to you. In fact, your ship has always stayed there, relying on the plains
The lush forest hides it, right?”
"You actually know this."
A trace of astonishment flashed in the prophet's eyes:
"It seems that you are fully prepared. Speaking of which, the sudden collapse of the other half of the Fallon Peninsula was your fault. It was Rukhmar's Breath, right? The Storm Fortress far away from the ocean observed something
A disaster that my people thought was the aftermath of a great earthquake."
"Of course, I never fight a battle I'm not sure about!"
Tyrion clenched his fists:
"The rest of your people can be completely transported with three flying ships. The most important thing is that the Storm Fortress, which can no longer take off, can provide a safe place for your civilians to live in Draenor. I decided to stay in Draenor."
Those who come down can live permanently overseas on the Fallon Peninsula, which is considered the Draenei reservation area in Draenor. You can garrison troops, leave observers, etc., and the orcs who remain in Draenor.
Just the same, we don't offend the river."
"This condition is a bit too generous."
The prophet narrowed his eyes:
"It's so generous that I can't accept it."
"So there are conditions!"
Tyrion coughed a few times and said:
"First of all, the way the Draenei use the Apexis Crystal! Secondly, the remains of the Atama Crystal. I need a piece now, the Shadow of the Leaf!"
"It's not that I don't want to give it to you, Tyrion, but 13 years ago, I tried to reconcile with the orcs, but unfortunately it was a failed diplomacy."
The prophet said with some regret:
"The orcs took Leafy Shadow and Wrathful Heart from me, and we have lost them forever."
"Stop pretending, Prophet."
Tyrion sneered:
"The Shadow of the Leaves was lost. I know about it, but you found it again. Otherwise, why didn't Roglio find your spaceship when he went to reconnoiter the Flanlon Plain? According to legend, the Shadow of the Leaves can easily
It makes a city disappear from the sight of mortals, and a spaceship the size of Storm Fortress was not completely destroyed when it fell. That is the function of the Naaru Shield, which has the strongest defense, right?"
"Look, I'm not asking for all the crystals like a lion. I'm already extremely restrained."
The death knight stood up and moved his wrist. He looked at the prophet and said decisively:
"Seven days to prepare. At dawn on the eighth day, the Death Knight will launch a full-scale attack on the Draenei. By that time, the Dark Portal will also be reopened. No third person will know about your conversation with me.
This will be a secret between you and me, and as long as you don’t reveal it, no one will know.”
"This is for the good of your people. I think you can also understand this. Sometimes, ignorance is a supreme blessing. It can make the ignorant move forward more bravely."
"The Draenei will leave the fire of civilization in Draenor. I will not extinguish it. On the contrary, this flame will continue to burn until the Dark Blade Knights fall. The premise is that those you leave behind
No one will cause me any trouble..."
The prophet also stood up. He straightened his robe and looked at Tyrion:
"So, the next time we meet, we will be enemies, right?"
The death knight did not answer this question directly, he just whispered:
"Let the living return to the living, and the dead return to the dead. The distinction between us should be clear, and it would be good for both of us!"
"Take your people to Azeroth. That is your destination. There is nothing here except death. This is not your dream home."
