7. Dormancy --- For the brothers on the street [20/30]
The world of Draenor, after the undead truly took over the world, was renamed "Outland".
No one was dissatisfied with the new name of this world, especially when Tyrion personally announced the news, and the members of the Death Lords Council all approved of it, but now, the Outland is very quiet.
The Black Temple floats alone over the Shadow Moon Sea. There are high-level knights patrolling the entire palace, but it is difficult to see a Death Lord because they have all entered "sleep".
After drinking a large amount of the Dragon King's blood, this blood rich in vitality brought extreme pain to the death lords, but it also changed their physiques little by little. In the awake state, this was a very
It was an arduous process, so the lords all lay down in specially prepared rune sarcophagi, planning to survive this difficult time with their souls in silence.
Sleeping with them, there are 2,000 high-level knights who have also been transformed by dragon blood. They are all carefully selected and truly elite. When they wake up, the strength of the Dark Blade Knights will inevitably reach a higher level.
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But on the upper floor of the temple, in the living area, this lonely city seems very energetic. Grand banquets are often held here, undead musicians play soothing music, and the ghosts of human nobles who have moved from Karazhan
Dancing in the hall dotted with crystal lamps, these "guests" of Tyrion are very satisfied with their new home, especially the grand and majestic appearance of the Dark Temple, which greatly satisfies the vanity of these ghosts.
"Oh, little Princess Dornan."
Undead Earl Lorvin politely greeted little Dornan who walked into the banquet hall, while Dornan, who was wearing an exquisite black floral dress, smiled shyly. The adopted little princess was here
Having lived in this palace for two months, she had become accustomed to the existence of the undead and began to try to contact them.
"Mr. Luolwen, are you still used to life in the Dark Temple?"
Dornan sat at the dining table, waiting for the undead chef to serve his dinner, and asked:
"Father and mother are busy, so if you need anything, you can come to me directly."
The 8-year-old Delaney girl has experienced more tragedies than her peers, so she appears to be more mature than a normal child. Faced with her inquiry, Mr. Lorvin, who had just been given the title of earl by Tyrion, shrugged.
He shrugged and said softly:
"A unique floating palace, a whole new world for us to play, serving the noble King and Queen of Outland at the same time, as well as guards who can protect us at any time, and the enjoyment that is truly worthy of noble status, and also
Who would be dissatisfied?"
"Especially when Her Majesty the Queen invited me to serve as the steward of the temple, this made me, an incompetent person, find the meaning of life again... Death is actually not that bad."
This polite human aristocratic ghost watched the little princess eating a piece of steak rudely. His brows furrowed. He stood up, came behind Dornan, stretched out his hands, and helped Dornan correct his meal.
posture, and at the same time said in the little princess’s ear:
"I have to say, Miss Dornan, your etiquette is terrible. As the daughter of the King and Queen of Outland, you should remain elegant and noble at all times and at all times. This is a necessary behavior to maintain your status... It seems that every day
In addition to the courses on natural science, elemental magic and shamanism, I will also add one more etiquette class for you."
As a result, the good mood of the little princess of the Dark Blade Knights completely disappeared... Like other children, she hated studying.
While the daughter of the King of Outland was confused by the complicated aristocratic etiquette, on the rooftop of the temple, Tyrion was half asleep and half awake, listening to the report from Nassa.
This open-air rooftop has just been renovated. It was presided over by the ghost nobles who just moved in. There are now 13 magnificent new columns on the rooftop, and the entire ground has been carefully tidied. Even Terry
The dilapidated throne of the Ang Chang Seat has also been carefully decorated by ghosts of nobles who are rich in "artistic qualities".
They presented a large throne as a gift to the King of Outland. It was a black iron throne with 7 black swords stuck on the outside, symbolizing the seven lords of Outland. The armrests were decorated with two processed stars.
The demon skull symbolizes the victory of the King of Outland over the demons. Behind the throne is the giant skull of the great demon Kazzak, which has been repaired in an unusually solemn way.
And now, Tyrion is sitting on the new throne, and the blood of the Dragon King is also transforming his body. However, as a Sarain, the pain he endures is much less than that of the Death Lord, so the current affairs of the Dark Temple are still his.
He is dealing with Alleria, but because Her Majesty the Queen spends part of her attention on teaching little Dornan, Tyrion seems to be very busy recently.
"Cordana has lurked in the Hillsbrad Hills. According to your order, she will be responsible for observing any life that comes into contact with Thrall, and at the critical moment, she will facilitate a meeting between Thrall and the Frostwolf clan."
Nasa wore a black dress and held three communication crystals in her hand. Being so far apart between the two worlds, a lot of information could not be transmitted instantly, especially after the Dark Portal was "nominally" closed.
The frequency of contact between the Blade Knights and the "chess pieces" in Azeroth has also been reduced a lot.
Nasa looked at the silent King of Outland with her eyes slightly closed. She hesitated for a moment and asked softly:
"The new Blood Warden is being trained, and Cordana is an experienced senior. To be honest, I don't quite understand why you want her to stay in Azeroth. She will be more useful to us when she returns to Outland.
"
"Because of Thrall, I have to keep an eye on him."
Tyrion closed his eyes, as if asleep. His mouth did not move, but a hollow voice came out:
"Although history has changed, that young orc will definitely become a force that cannot be ignored in the orc clan in the future. Our friend Ner'zhul has left a hand for the orcs, and Kalimdor has probably entered their field of vision.
, and following their road to Kalimdor, our eyes will also reach that wild land."
"Nasa, you need to take a longer view... After all, the Eastern Continent is only a quarter of Azeroth's territory."
"Well, you won't reveal all your plans anyway, so I won't ask."
Nasa snorted with dissatisfaction, and Tyrion's voice became deeper:
"I'm not telling you to protect you, Nasa. Knowing too much will do you no good, so go on."
The Blood Watcher crushed the first crystal, then picked up the second one. She poured her spirit into the crystal in her hand. After a moment, she said:
"The token you gave to the black dragon princess Onyxia has returned to the hands of Chaldea. Morgan, and the two of them have already connected. The black dragon princess pretended to be the daughter of Count Presto, and openly
Entering the aristocratic circle of the Kingdom of Stormwind, it is said that he is very popular, and our Mr. Chaldea took Xalatath as his own as we wished. It seems that the dark whispers have begun to corrode his heart.
Already."
"Very well, just wait and see how things develop."
Tyrion opened his eyes, and the icy blue light was beating: "I am really looking forward to what kind of disturbance Onyxia and Chaldea can cause in the Kingdom of Stormwind... But at the moment, that city is not the focus.
, is there any news about Wolfe?”
Nasa nodded, crushed the second crystal, and held the third crystal in her hand. After a moment, she said:
"Wulf has arrived in Silverpine Forest, and he is ready to sneak into Gilneas at any time."
"Let him go ahead and do it. Now that the internal rifts in the alliance have begun to widen, what we have to do is to add another fire and let the members lurking in Azeroth keep a low profile and continue their disguise before accepting orders.
At this critical moment, the emergence of a strong enemy can only unite the alliance again, which is what I don't want to see..."
Tyrion waved his hand and said:
"I want to focus on digesting the power brought by the blood of the Dragon King, so the affairs of Azeroth will be handed over to Alleria. As her deputy, you are destined to be very busy in the future, but Nasa
...Business and hard work will be rewarded. In the new system we establish, you will achieve things that you could not achieve in the past, and I can promise you that one day in the future, Ms. Maiev will willingly accept it.
You become a plaything in your hands."
Nasa didn't answer or even show excitement. She just nodded numbly. This reaction made Tyrion frown, but he didn't say anything. He just handed Nasa the letter at hand:
"Send it to Ironforge, the Explorers Association, and give it to Mr. Brian Bronzebeard for me. I believe he will be interested in it. Also, what has Khadgar been doing recently?"
"The Archlich is studying the "seed". He is very interested in it, almost to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep."
Nasa lowered her voice:
"But I can feel that the big lich may be planning something behind his back. Do you need me to monitor him?"
"Need not!"
Tyrion closed his eyes again, and a thick layer of ice slowly extended from his feet, exuding a terrifying cold air, and soon froze the body of the King of Outland.
"Khadgar won't be that stupid... Just do your thing, Nasa, and become my shadow in Azeroth..."
The Blood Watcher looked at Tyrion who was frozen in front of her. Her eyes blinked. After a moment, she took a few steps back and disappeared into the shadows. Just as she stepped into the lower level of the Dark Temple, Nasa
Whispering to the Archlich far away in Gorgrond in the spiritual link:
"He has no suspicion yet, but you'd better keep a low profile."
After a while, the cool voice of the great lich came back:
"Thank you for your help, Ms. Nasa...I know."
The link was broken, and the great lich who was observing some kind of plant in a forest straightened up. His fingers jumped back and forth on the staff of the guardian. Finally, he pursed his lips, turned around, and looked at the dark thing behind him.
Figure, the lich's silver eyes flashed with light, and he said to himself:
"The werewolf... is really a vicious plot, but Tyrion ignores the majesty of the king's power. There is no doubt that he will fail. But why sit back and watch the failure? Maybe, I should help him."
"Then, Mr. Al, please deliver a letter for me."
Hearing this request, the dark figure standing behind Khadgar nodded slowly. He was a human, wearing sturdy black armor and carrying a rune heavy sword. He wore a full-faced horn helmet. Look.
It looks very majestic up there.
His name is... Jor Al, the former knight captain of the North County Monastery of the Kingdom of Stormwind, a true veteran and a skilled paladin.
Not long ago, he died in the hands of Watcher Nassa, and died in the conspiracy planned by Tyrion. The body of the dead Paladin should have been sent to Auchindoun for research, but now, he has
Appeared on Khadgar's side in the form of a death knight. Obviously, the archlich has developed a method to corrupt the paladin, but he did not share it, and the relationship between our Ms. Nasa and the archlich has also
Some secret deals were struck.
There is no doubt that this was also done without telling Tyrion.
On the hillside of Evermore Woodland, the archlich controlled his magic power and quickly wrote a special letter and handed it to Jor-El. The silent death knight put the letter in his pocket and turned around to leave.
A forest with lush vegetation, while Khadgar stood alone on a hillside covered with overgrown weeds, looking at the pool below the hillside.
In the large pool, there is a Draenei floating battleship, and the surface of the battleship is now tightly bound by vines extending from the water, and the pool water and vines are also slowing down according to a special melody.
It floats slowly, as if it has a life of its own.
The remnants of the oldest original life from Draenor are slowly reviving in the spaceship. This is the biggest secret of the Dark Blade Knights. Khadgar closed his eyes and felt the melody of life in the air. In his
There was a burning energy that had been suppressed beating in his abdomen. He reached out and touched his belly. After a few seconds, the great lich shook his head.
"The Dragon King's blood is really not that easy to suppress. It seems that it's time for me to go into hibernation."
"Hopefully, when I wake up, the world will be different...it should be different."
