The air battle on the Burning Steppes continued until midnight. The Screamer Legion lost almost a quarter of the arakkoa, and the result was that two-thirds of the Black Dragon Legion following Nefarian were killed on the spot.
Except for the old black dragons who live in seclusion in every corner of the world, the new generation of the Black Dragon Legion, which is already withering away, has reached the edge of annihilation.
The Black Dragon Legion has been spurned, hostile, and hunted by its compatriots for the past 10,000 years. The crazy Deathwing has no regard for the development and growth of the Black Dragon Legion. All it thinks about is destroying this disgusting place for its new master.
In this world, based on the Bronze Dragon Legion that Tyrion has come into contact with, the number of adult dragons is around 1,000. If young dragons are included, the number can easily exceed 3,000, which is almost three times more than the existing black dragons.
After nightfall, on the position of the Burning Plains, under the order of the Dark Blade King, a partial division was sent to Redridge Mountain for preliminary reconnaissance, while the large army was resting, or to be precise, changing gear.
The weapons and armors continuously sent from Shadowforge City were replaced by the knights. These armors and weapons made by black iron forgers were very sophisticated. Of course, the necromantic runes on the weapons needed to be re-engraved by the knights themselves.
The armor brought from Draenor was distributed to the elite group of undead infantry, so that the defense and attack power of these lowest-level combat units of the Dark Blade Knights were also improved to a certain extent.
At this time in Shadowforge City, in the Secret Hall that originally belonged to Emperor Thaurissan, the corpses of the captured black dragons were being demonized by the Dark Warlock Group under the Archlich. Making bone dragons or undead dragons was a tedious task.
The process, especially making hundreds of heads at once, will take Tyrion a lot of precious time.
But once the Bone Dragon joins the Dark Blade's combat unit, the strength of the Screamer Legion will increase again, so Tyrion is willing to spend time and wait. Anyway, now, the attention of the Kingdom of Stormwind is still attracted by the intensifying rebellion in the Western Wilderness. Dusk
The recruitment of legions in the forest necropolis was also proceeding in an orderly manner. By the time the young king noticed the deadly sword coming from behind, the situation was already beyond redemption.
In this night, which is calmer than before, at the top of Blackstone Mountain, the death lords are still carrying out the final clearing work. A death knight discovered the hiding place of the last resisting orcs, which was hidden deeper in Blackwing Lair.
The strange crypt is full of black dragon magic and engineering defense robots, as well as a strangely growing lava worm.
There are dangerous enemies hidden in the not-so-large underground palace. Tyrion originally planned to clean up the things left by Nefarian himself, but he was attracted by another thing, so he took on the task of cleaning up the underground palace.
, and handed it over to the Death Lords who had fully warmed up. It is said that Grokush's two sons were also hiding in that palace, so Grokush was responsible for this cleanup operation. In this matter, Tyrion actually
I don't mind pushing the boat along.
Just like Saurfang said, Tyrion is a very keen person, and he knows how to unite the trustworthy subordinates around him.
Just as the Death Lord led the elite knights into the Black Wing Blood Circle, Tyrion was standing in the center of the ruins in the ruins of the broken Black Stone Tower, frowning, looking at the corpse in front of him.
These are the corpses of the Burning Thorn Trolls piled together by the knights. They should have been sent to the Dark Warlocks to be recruited into the undead infantry, but the Warlocks reported that the souls of these trolls cannot be like other races.
Being called back by necromancy like that is like something weird holding their souls captive.
This news quickly caught Tyrion's attention, and his intuition told him that this matter should have something to do with the "God of Death" believed in in troll tradition.
When he entered this world 300 years ago, Tyrion knew about the existence of the Hades Abyss. It was a small plane attached to the outside of the real world. It was the destination of the souls of most races after death.
Hela is the ruler of La, and Hela is a cruel and cunning madwoman, powerful, and irreconcilable with Odin, the leader of the Titan Guardians.
That is a level that Tyrion cannot reach yet, so the Dark Blade King is not in a hurry to explore the secrets of the Hades Abyss. However, it is said that when Hela rebelled, the "soul connection" created by the chief administrator Odin himself
Not all of the angel-like creatures called the Val'kyr rebelled with her, and some dispersed to various parts of the world to continue to fulfill their missions.
Only those who are very lucky can see these kind-hearted Val'kyr in the form of souls after death, and there are still some who see the Val'kyr who come to receive their souls when they are dying, but are eventually killed.
The guys who were rescued began to spread the legend about angels. Over time, many civilized races, including dwarves and gnomes, began to believe in this legend. They called those kind-hearted Val'kyr...soul healers.
Tyrion secretly searched for these Val'kyr. The soul-catching and healing instinct of the Val'kyr living in the Shadow Realm was a fatal temptation for the Dark Blade Legion, but the King of Dark Blade's search always found nothing.
Although these Val'kyr scattered around the world are kind, it does not mean that they are weak, nor does it mean that they are stupid. They must have discovered Tyrion's existence and his actions to find them, but
For some reason, they don't want to show up to meet each other.
"I can't find the Val'kyr, but maybe I can find you..."
Tyrion knelt down and placed his fingers on the corpse of the leader of the Burning Thorn Trolls in front of him. This was a female troll. She was wearing complicated and strange battle clothes, which looked like clothes full of barbaric atmosphere.
He looked like a spell caster, but he did not use a staff or magic blade. Instead, he held a strange voodoo war bow, and his quiver was also filled with special bone arrows.
This guy's face was covered in oil paint, and he looked extremely powerful. She could use the power of shadows, and she was so elusive that at least 5 lower-level knights died in her hands. In the end, 3 high-level knights took action to encircle them. This was embarrassing.
Killed her.
"Shadowhunters...Loa's close retainers."
Tyrion closed his eyes, just like when he came into contact with Yrel's soul in the Black Temple. His huge cold soul searched for the remaining soul fragments in the corpse in front of him by touch, in order to find these giants.
Where does the devil's soul go?
And with pure soul vision, Tyrion saw the strange cracks shining above the bodies of these trolls, like a shadow door, leading to a distant and unknown place.
The Dark Blade King looked at the crack and pursed his lips. After a moment, he called out in his heart:
"Khadgar, come to me."
After a moment, the figure of the Archlich walked out of the broken teleportation light. He looked at Tyrion and said calmly:
"You interrupted my process of making the bone dragon. You must compensate me for my pleasure, my lord."
"Forget the bone dragon, that thing is meaningless."
Tyrion squatted beside the corpse of the troll shadow hunter in front of him and waved to Khadgar:
"Come here, I invite you to explore a fun place together... Of course, this is a bit dangerous. I need you to arrange a passage in advance for us to return in an emergency."
"Um?"
The archlich's brows raised. He stepped forward, and at Tyrion's signal, he used his soul's vision to observe the cracks suspended above the troll's corpse. After a few seconds, the archlich's voice became full of interest.
"I saw it in Medivh's diary. He said that there are three living hells hidden in this world... If I guessed correctly, you have found the entrance to one of them?"
"The death god of the trolls, a Loa, I guess his name is Bwonsamdi."
Tyrion smiled silently: "You know what? I have always wanted to build our own hell... Maybe we can learn some valuable knowledge from this place in front of us."
"I take back what I said before. This is indeed much more interesting than making a bone dragon."
Khadgar stood up, took out several perfect soul crystals, and arranged them behind him:
"Wait for me for a few minutes while I create a soul recalling circle."
A few minutes later, Tyrion and Khadgar, who were in their soul state, looked at each other. The two of them reached out their hands and touched the dimmed soul crack. The next moment, the scenery around them suddenly changed, and their souls
It was like being stretched infinitely, and there was a feeling of walking through the dark door. At the moment when the dizziness of the soul stopped slightly, the Dark Blade King raised his head and saw a dilapidated palace, full of troll style.
Shrouded in an inaudible mist.
Above the mist, a queue of troll souls was walking in the sky. Those souls were extremely confused. They moved forward mechanically, and finally returned to the darkness of the palace that was about to collapse.
"Look at these runes. I have never seen them before. Even Medivh's diary has not described them. The civilization inheritance of these ancient trolls always makes people feel shocked."
The great lich bent down and carefully observed the inscriptions carved on the ruined palace, while Tyrion's attention was focused on the weathered sculpture in the center of the palace.
It looked like a voodoo ceremony, and the sculpture was a strange troll wearing a bone mask. You could always feel that he was smiling, and there was a hint of cynical ridicule in that smile.
"Have you seen enough? Outsiders?"
A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two souls. Khadgar subconsciously clenched his fingers, and a floating shadow floated in his palms. Tyrion raised his head and saw the masked man.
The troll Loa was holding his arms, suspended in the low air, tilting his head, looking at them with curious eyes.
"Few souls dare to take the initiative to enter the Hades, let alone the souls of elves and humans."
The troll's god of death was suspended around the two of them. Every time he moved, he would leave an afterimage behind him. He said playfully:
"Your souls do not belong to old Bwonsamdi's management, so either get out now, or leave something behind so that old Bwonsamdi is willing to waste time and "talk" with you."
"oh."
Tyrion responded dryly. He looked at the troll Loa who was wearing a skull mask and strange pendants on his shoulders. What can I say about the weird shape of this guy in front of him... It always makes people feel sad.
The King of Blades thought of those gangsters in another world who loved heavy metal music.
"What do I have to do to make a weak Loa my friend?"
"Weak? How dare you call old Bwonsamdi weak?"
The Troll Death seemed to be enraged, and his body floated backwards. Under his silent call, the souls of some well-armed and sturdy trolls holding golden weapons surrounded Tyrion and Khadgar.
In the mist behind, some huge soul structures holding ghost scythes slowly appeared.
"I am as old as your world. I have witnessed with my own eyes your ancestors gathered here and built meaningless cities. They are like insects crawling on the ground, trying their best to make their own war weapons and launching endless wars.
Fighting...just for a little scrap..."
"Hey, your individuals have no ideas of their own, and your leaders have lost their glory... They are groping for their way forward in the dark, but they don't know that the reins that lead them forward are already in the hands of careerists... Your lives,
Always living in this humble posture."
As Bwonsamdi's voice sounded, the surrounding sea of souls became larger and larger. Tyrion and Khadgar, who were surrounded, did not show any expressions of fear. The Dark Blade King slowly nodded and looked at those behind him.
Archlich said:
"This passage is very interesting. Write it down, Khadgar. It may come in handy when we scare those living people in the future."
Tyrion turned back and looked meaningfully at the bluffing Bwonsamdi in front of him:
"So you still don't understand? You are talking to two dead men about the fragility of life. You can't scare us, Bwonsamdi, at least not now."
"So, instead of wasting time in a war of words, let's talk about something that is really helpful to both parties. It is said that the power of Death comes from the soul controlled by itself, so I am very curious, don't you want more?
Souls? The souls of those trolls who no longer believe in you...don't you want to punish them?"
Who has watched Azshara, the Warbringer? This version is indeed a drama with three women... Also, after watching Azshara, let me ask, if you call Sylvanas the queen, then
