To be honest, if he had enough free time, Tyrion would be willing to stay in the Defias Federation and watch how this new country develops and grows under his own promotion, but the problem is that he doesn't have that much time.
.
After the fall of Stormwind City, the next strategic location to be captured was the Bronzebeard dwarf city of Ironforge in Khaz Modan. That city was built within the snowy mountains of Khaz Modan, and the Darkforge City extended in all directions underground.
Different, you can only go through the main entrance to enter Ironforge. In the era when the old tribe swept the continent, when they were the most powerful and fought the Seven Kingdoms Alliance breathlessly, the orcs who stayed in Khaz Modan
They also failed to break through the main gate of Ironforge.
When it comes to comfort and beauty, Ironforge is not ranked at all in this world, but when it comes to sturdiness and thorniness, Ironforge is definitely the undisputed number one.
Therefore, if you want to contribute to Ironforge, you can only use some special methods. But fortunately, an attack plan against Ironforge has already begun to be implemented. If everything goes well, in about a month, the entire Azeroth
The most troublesome city in Rath will fall into Tyrion's hands.
And instead of watching the development of humanity's new country, there is another important matter waiting for Tyrion to deal with.
Anzu, the crow god who was sent to Kalimdor years ago, finally fulfilled his promise.
Just two days ago, several mysterious people appeared in Zangarmarsh in the Draenor world. They took the initiative to contact the death knights patrolling the sky, saying that they came on behalf of a powerful person and wanted to see Tai with their own eyes.
Rayon.Blade of Dawn.
Judging from the decorations of those mysterious people, they should be the druids that Tyrion has been waiting for.
The Black Temple has taken over Zangarmarsh. It is suspended high in the sky, and the shadow cast on the lake below looks very peaceful, with a hint of ferocity that cannot be ignored.
There were two druids who sneaked through the Dark Portal to Draenor, two men and one woman. They were all wearing their traditional animal skin robes and holding thorn staffs in their hands. They looked quite wild and beautiful.
Led by the attendants of human ghosts, these three silent druids walked through the dim roads of the Dark Temple and arrived at the living room, where the Blood Mistress was already waiting for these guests.
Alleria sat on the main seat and looked at the two purple-skinned night elves in front of her. There was a hint of distrust and hostility in her eyes. The dead's distrust of the living was instinctive, but hostility was
It comes from the feud between the high elves and night elves in Quel'Thalas that has lasted for thousands of years.
Dath'Remar Sunstrider, the late king of the high elves, was ostracized and suppressed in the night elves society, so he broke away from that eternal society in anger, led his people across the endless sea, and finally ended up in
Settled in Quel'Thalas, although this self-exile is nominally a collision between two faiths, to be honest, it would be pure self-deception to say that there are no political factors involved.
High elves believe in the power of magic. In an earlier era, during the Elven Empire ruled by Queen Azshara, the high elves were the aristocratic class of the empire, while the night elves were just civilians. They had no access to magic and maintained their loyalty to the moon god.
Elune's faith, and after Queen Azshara and the Dark Titan Sargeras reached some evil deals, the entire elven empire collapsed. In the end, the night elves, under the leadership of heroes, rebuilt the elven society.
Faith in Elune has returned, and the position of the high elves who betrayed Queen Azshara and sided with the night elves in the war is very embarrassing, but that was already 6,800 years ago. Although
This mutual hostility and hatred still flows in the veins of both parties, but at least today, Alleria suppresses her inner disgust for the night elves, at least on the surface.
Because she represents the Dark Blade Legion and Tyrion at this time, not Quel'Thalas anymore.
"High-level Druid Moyana, I salute you, the mistress of the Dark Blade."
The leading female Druid with long red hair but a cold face leaned slightly towards Alleria. Her attitude was full of the night elf social style, calm, indifferent and with a hint of innate dignity.
arrogant.
The expressions of the two tall male druids behind him were similar, and one of them was even colder. He looked like a qualified bodyguard and follower. He just introduced himself by name:
"High-level Druid Alter Stantin!"
The other Druid wearing a yellow robe and long purple hair was softer, but there was always a sad light in his eyes:
"Serilion Whiteclaw, trainee druid."
"Um?"
This made Alleria curious. As an envoy, sending a powerful druid to the world of the undead could completely guarantee her own safety, but what was this lowly trainee druid doing here?
?
Is he a hidden big shot?
Alleria's eyes stayed on White Claw for a moment, but she quickly rejected her idea. Cerilion lacked the temperament of a big shot. He should really be just an ordinary trainee druid.
And just as Alleria was observing them, the indifferent female Druid spoke again:
"I once had dinner with His Majesty Dath'Remar. My father and I expressed great regret that he finally chose to leave Kaldorei society... But I hope that the conflicts between the two races will not affect my future.
The purpose for which we came here.”
"Your father?"
Blood Mistress savored these words, she lazily supported her chin with her hands, looked at Moyana, and asked softly:
"May I know your father's name?"
"Of course, his name is..."
"Deerhelm."
Another cold voice sounded behind the druids. Moyana turned around and saw the door to the living room slowly opening. Tyrion, wearing a robe and a blue crown, strolled into the room.
He looked at the three messengers in front of him with his ice-blue eyes. After a moment, he said softly:
"I have heard of the great Druid Fandral Staghelm even in this remote little world, and you, Ms. Moana, can make you leave your little daughter of Ashenvale, not far away.
You have come thousands of miles away to meet a group of undead souls that the druids hate the most. You must be shouldering a heavy and extremely important mission."
Tyrion passed by three druids. When the distance between them was the closest, the cold male druid took a step forward calmly and stood in front of Moyana and White Claw. Obviously,
Tyrion's appearance made him feel danger.
But the Dark Blade King didn't do anything to them. Instead, he walked forward and sat next to his wife. He put his arm around his wife's slender waist, leaned on the seat in a relaxed posture, and stood in the living room.
After the door was closed again, there were only five of them left in the entire hall.
"Generally speaking, living people take the initiative to see the undead, either to pursue death or to escape death, but night elves are immortal, so I guess you are here with the third purpose. There is no more left now.
Now that you are here, let’s talk.”
Tyrion nodded, and his eyes fell on Moyana:
"I'm listening."
"I have heard many stories about Tyrion, Blade of Dawn along the way. In those stories, you always appear as a wise and mysterious image."
Moana took a step forward and looked at Tyrion without fear, with a hidden desire shining in her beautiful blue eyes:
"I have also seen those death knights who are no different from living people. The rumors are true. You have the power of death and can make the dead reborn in a complete form... This is the greatest magic of life.
It’s something we can’t do, and we, we are here for this!”
"Resurrection? No, I can't do that."
Tyrion admitted his shortcomings without hesitation. He looked at the druids in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"The souls of all creatures in Azeroth will become incomplete after death. Even the night elves who will not enter hell, your souls will return to the World Tree. I have seen that scene with my own eyes. It is a pity, but for
I can't do anything about your death. At least for now, I can't interfere with the binding of the World Tree to your souls."
"But what if before the World Tree is planted?"
The trainee Druid suddenly took a step forward and White Claw asked in a harsh voice:
"What if it is a soul that died in the catastrophe ten thousand years ago? I can guarantee that her soul is intact, but the evil will has penetrated into that soul, causing her body to be infused with dark power.
Like a walking corpse, can you save such a death?"
"Your name is White Claw?"
Tyrion looked at the druid in yellow robes. He carefully observed this strange elf. He saw the whiter skin of White Claw and the magic power hidden in his body. Although it was very weak, it was real.
of.
"You are not a night elf, you are an upper elf!"
The Dark Blade King was amazed:
"I never expected that now, 10,000 years later, I can still see a living upper elf with my own eyes. Your souls are not bound by the World Tree, so I think I should be able to save that poor soul.
"
Tyrion pursed his lips and asked with a hint of malice:
"But the problem is, you are a druid, aren't you? For such a polluted soul, based on my understanding of your behavior, shouldn't you purify her body and let her soul return to freedom and freedom?
In the natural cycle?”
Serilion White Claw clenched his fists in pain, and tears even appeared in his eyes:
"Anaya, she is...she is my wife. Ten thousand years ago, the devil destroyed Yamisalan. My Anaya also died in that disaster. I thought I would never see her again in this life.
, but just a few years ago, the magic of the Black Coast changed, and many unwilling ghosts appeared in the ruins of Amisalan, including...my Anaya."
"My mentor asked me to personally end Anaya's pain and free her, but I can't..."
"White Claw is a very talented druid."
The indifferent Druid Alter Stantin, who had never spoken, patted the shoulder of his choking companion, and looked up at Tyrion:
"Ten thousand years ago, he was my best friend. His love with Anaya was a true manifestation of unwavering love. He was in pain, so this time we took him with us. If you can help him, you will
Gaining personal kindness from me.”
"Good intentions? Why do I need this?"
Tyrion smiled disdainfully, his fingers beating on his knees. After a moment, he threw a pendant with a blank soul stone to Cerilion, and whispered:
"Bring her soul to me. It only requires a simple requiem ceremony. The crazy emotions in the soul that have experienced the pain of death will be calmed down. Of course, if you want your wife to remain intact,
body, then it is best to bring her dead body with her. I will not hesitate to lend a helping hand to any soul that can still preserve reason and thinking in the torture of death."
"After all, regardless of their race or creed during life, they are my true compatriots after death."
"Thank you, thank you."
Tyrion sincerely bent down to thank him, but just as he was about to leave, Tyrion's cold voice sounded behind him:
"Did you forget something, Mr. White Claw?"
"I have given you the help you need, but where is your reward? I haven't seen it yet."
"White Claw is about to become my father's disciple. If you can help him understand the knot in his heart, you will undoubtedly get help from the Archdruid..."
Moana said softly, but before she could finish her words, Tyrion stretched out his hand and interrupted:
"I've already said that the goodwill of living people means nothing to me! Even the Archdruid is the same. What I value is more practical things. What's more, I don't think you are qualified to help Mr. Cerelion.
Decide."
He looked at the trainee druid White Claw, he narrowed his eyes and said with a smile:
"Since even Mr. Staghelm thinks you are very talented, then after your wife's perfect recovery, how about you join us with her, Mr. Serilion, if you really love her as much as you say
She wants to stay with her until eternity, so I think you won't refuse this proposal."
Veteran players all know the love story of Cerilion White Claw and Anaya - "Unwavering Determination", a touching out-of-print story.
