In the cursed land, a few days ago, a war broke out here between the undead and the living.
The fleeing draenei helped the human defenders here get rid of the endless siege of the undead sea, but they were only repelled and did not truly win. In fact, the Alliance Legion lacked experience in fighting the undead.
The number of defenders is not enough to sustain another battle.
However, the undead did not pursue the victory. Under the joint attack of the Draenei prophet and the crow demigod Anzu, the blood lord who commanded the death knight was severely injured. The undead no longer marched. On the contrary, they defended the Darkness.
near the door.
Half of the cursed land fell into the control of the undead, and under the detection of human scouts, the alliance commander discovered that the undead were awakening the dead on this land, those who died in the war against the orcs
Human warriors, and the corpses of those hacked orcs.
But they discovered that they had no ability to fight back before support arrived.
"So far, we have recruited 1,300 lower-level knights and more than 7,000 undead infantry, and another cemetery was discovered yesterday. It can be expected that after this operation is over, the Hellfire Guards will be replenished.
stand up."
The blood lord of Sarlayin, Myra Dawnblade, was sitting in the mage tower abandoned by the alliance defenders. In front of him was a communication runestone engraved with necromancy runes. Tyrion's shrunken figure appeared in a kind of way.
The illusive posture is suspended above the runestones. After passing through the Dark Portal, the distance between the two worlds is no longer enough to support psychic communication between the death knights, and they can only use this method to contact those far behind Draenor.
After hearing Myra's action report, Tyrion nodded and asked:
"So, where are the high-level knights? Buried underground in the Cursed Land are the warriors who died in the First Orc War and the Second Orc War. The number is considerable. I believe you have also awakened a group of high-level knights, right?
?”
"This... is a pity."
Myra shrugged regretfully, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his bright red eyes:
"After the death of these warriors, their souls were taken into the mysterious abyss of Hades. Even if they were recruited again because of unwillingness, their incomplete souls could not support their thinking. This led to the failure of high-level knights.
The number is very small. We dug through 4 large cemeteries and only awakened less than 100 high-level knights."
"Well, Hell's Abyss..."
Tyrion's voice was somewhat distorted. In the phantom of communication, he was sitting on the throne of the Dark Temple, rubbing his chin:
"That is a real trouble, but we can't solve it yet... So let's do it. After the Legion of the Cursed Land is recruited, we will withdraw to Draenor. Many forces in that world may have noticed you.
When it’s time to make a decision, don’t hesitate!”
"Well, I understand!"
Myra nodded and was about to turn off the communicator. At this moment, time around his body began to flow abnormally. As a genius mage in Quel'Thalas, he was a blood lord who inherited the excellent bloodline of the Blade of Dawn.
, he flipped his wrist in an instant, completed three defensive spells, and gathered two dark and cold magic powers in the palm of his hand, aiming at the bronze portal that opened beside him.
"Well?"
After seeing the figure walking out of the portal, Myra slowly put away the offensive magic that had been prepared. He looked up and down at the frosty bronze dragon lady in front of him and the blond dwarf standing next to her. He said softly
:
"Ms. Seifer, are you here to arrest me?"
"Nobody, too lazy to care about you!"
Sephiel snorted disdainfully and turned the runestones on the table in front of her with her hands. She and Chromie looked at Tyrion's suspended figure, and she said in a deep voice:
"I want to meet you! Now, right away!"
Tyrion didn't seem surprised by this request, but he did not answer immediately. Instead, he focused on the dwarf next to Sephiel. The dwarf had golden hair and two cute little ones tied on the top of his head.
He has a mane of hair and a pair of yellow snake eyes, which sparkle with intelligence and liveliness. At first glance, he is not a conformist guy.
She was wearing a white robe often worn by priests, holding a priest's staff in her hand. She was dressed like a dwarf priest, but this just revealed her identity... The civilization of dwarfs is built on machinery and engineering.
In terms of academics, these neurotic short men are complete atheists. In a group of dwarfs, it is impossible for a priest, a profession that requires sincere faith, to be born.
The one in front of me is the only dwarf priest in Azeroth, and her identity is clearly revealed.
"Hello, Chromie!"
Tyrion stretched out his hand and said hello to the little dwarf:
"This is our first meeting. I have admired his name for a long time."
Chromie blinked, a glint of interest flashed in her eyes, and she whispered:
"Sephiel said that you know me and know me well, but I have never seen you! I am sure that I have never seen you, whether in the past or in the future!"
"No, believe me, Chromie, you and I were true friends. You helped me, and I saved you from certain death. I also know what you did in the Eastern Plaguelands, oh,
By the way, that place is still called Stratholme Region."
Tyrion flicked his fingers, and a softness flashed in his ice-blue eyes:
"It's just that you don't know the friendship between us. Come on, I'll wait for you in Shattrath City in Draenor! Don't keep me waiting."
After saying that, Tyrion hung up the communication. Sephiel and Chromie looked at each other. The former put his hands on his hips and said to Blood Lord Myra:
"Then what are you waiting for? Open the door of darkness and send us there!"
"Madam, I'm sorry, the key to the Dark Door, the Skull of Gul'dan, is now in the hands of the Draenei's prophet, and there's nothing I can do..."
Myra shrugged helplessly, but was rudely interrupted by Sephiel the next moment.
"Come on, you have two Skulls of Gul'dan in your hands, don't think I don't know!"
This made the Blood Lord blink his eyes. He held his chin playfully, looked at Sephiel, and whispered:
"But why should I help you? You may say that Tyrion gave the order, but madam, when you ask for help, you should be asking for help, instead of being so arrogant. Let's put it this way, your arrogance makes me
Very dissatisfied...I don’t want to help you, that’s all.”
"you!"
Sephiel clenched her fists, wishing to hammer the blood lord in front of her into a pulp, but the next moment she was pulled by Chroma's finger. The blond dwarf took a step forward. She looked at the blood lord in front of her with interest.
, she said softly:
"You are a pure-blood Sarain, which is really rare. You were supposed to appear 12 years later, but your current form is incomplete. As far as I know, Sarain's ultimate form will be more beautiful and powerful...
"
"oh?"
A trace of desire flashed in the blood lord's eyes. He slowly took out a white skull from the storage ring and shook it in his hand. He looked at Chromie:
"So, how can I get its secret?"
"When looking for help, you should act like you are asking for help, instead of being so arrogant and bossing around."
Chromie put her hands on her hips and looked at the Blood Lord with a smile. She said softly:
"Don't provoke us, and don't bully the simple Sephiel. When we become friends, I will naturally share this secret with you, that's it."
"Well, you are a smart lady who is difficult to deal with. Much more difficult to deal with than some arrogant little girl."
Myra Ruo glanced pointedly at Sephiel, who looked angry. He stood up and straightened his blood-red mage robe:
"Then, come with me, ladies."
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In the world of Draenor, after the draenei successfully escaped, the last waves of the world gradually disappeared.
The Dark Blade Knights did not kill all the draenei who stayed in Draenor. On the contrary, they left those draenei on the Fallon Peninsula, seemingly wanting them to fend for themselves. Even the ship was powered by
The missing Storm Fortress finally fell to the ground, and no undead would peep at it.
A battleship that had been completely destroyed and could no longer fly was not worthy of Tyrion spending too much thought on it. The Draenei ecological ship that was captured during the war was properly placed in
A secret place, the location of that thing is the top secret of the Dark Blade Knights.
No one knows what Tyrion is doing with that ship, and the undead are not that curious. In short, in Draenor today, the entire world has been taken into the arms of the Dark Blade Knight.
"These guys who are in constant fear have no idea..."
Tyrion held Alleria's hand and walked through the streets of Shattrath. Alleria was wearing a plain dress, and her dark golden hair was floating slightly in the breeze of Shattrath City.
, and Tyrion wore nondescript robes, and they used arakkoa-style crystal glasses to cover their abnormal eyes, and the two of them looked like an ordinary couple at home.
It didn't alarm anyone, just like a journey. Of course, the manager of Shattrath City, Naru Adal, must have known their whereabouts, but Naru did not stop it. Tyrion looked at those people in various forms.
Strange exiles, he whispered to his lover:
"I don't want their lives at all, and they are not qualified fighters."
"But they are afraid of you, Tyrion. You, the bad guy, have kept them in this city like grazing animals. You will always harvest them when necessary."
Windrunner said meaningfully:
"You actually don't want to see this world full of undead, right?"
"How can I put it, if all Draenor is undead, there will be no hope for this world."
Tyrion stretched out, hugged his wife's slender waist, and said in her ear:
"Life and death are a cycle. Without the living, there will be no dead. If the Dark Blade Knights want to develop rapidly, such "captivity" is necessary. I also look forward to their savings in Shattrath and Nagrand.
force, and then rushed out of the reservation, tried to defeat us, tried to kill me..."
"Of course, I will kill these rebels without hesitation, and then wait for the next prosperity of life and the emergence of rebellion... Every rebellion will give me one or two more legions, and we have to pay
It's just an uncontrolled city and some insignificant time."
Tyrion snorted:
"Just like a hard-working farmer waiting for the harvest in autumn, why not?"
As the two people walked into the busiest street of Shattrath City, leaning on each other, Tyrion suddenly saw two figures moving at the door of Tianya Tavern. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he patted Alleria's hand.
back.
"My dear, go and have a look around by yourself, I have something to take care of."
"Nasa, protect her."
The death knight said something to the empty air, and then parted ways with his wife, heading to the End of the World Tavern. Amidst the crowds, Tyrion spoke to Sephiel, who was waiting anxiously, and Chromie, who was sizing him up.
He hooked his fingers.
"Come with me, girls, we need a quiet place to talk about things."
He walked to the bar counter of the Tianya Tavern and took off his glasses. His iconic ice blue eyes made the owner of the tavern, a Draenei woman, tremble. However, Tyrion was also a frequent visitor to the Tianya Tavern.
After a silent exchange, he quickly got the right to use a quiet box on the third floor.
After both parties sat down, the tavern owner personally brought the best drinks. Tyrion looked at the two figures in front of him, one tall and one short. He rubbed his chin and asked in a low voice:
"So, you have seen that despairing future, right?"
