The glass filled with fine wine smashed on the carpet, the broken glass splashed everywhere, and even the fine wine as red as blood was spilled everywhere. At the table filled with delicious food, the last one was still standing.
The old marshal looked at the calm-looking Lord and Lady in front of him with incredulous eyes. He covered his heart and asked painfully:
"Why? Madam Elena, why do you do this!"
Facing the questioning of Marshal Everly Reed, the supreme commander of the Drustvar army, a trace of blood flashed in the eyes of the somewhat pale Lord and Lady. She touched her face that had become young again, she lowered her head and whispered
:
"I'm sorry, but...but it's necessary."
"Bang"
Under the poisonous blood, the old marshal's body fell on the carpet. Behind him, there were all the high-ranking commanders of the army who were wiped out. And outside the manor, the local little nobles who were invited,
also suffered the same fate.
Except for the nobles rescued by Lord Stormsong, today, at the moment when this death feast came to an end, the entire Drustvar's complicated and huge noble network was completely torn apart.
The local people who were proud of their noble blood eventually died in this slowly-acting poisonous wine.
The Lord's wife knelt down and closed the old marshal's wide eyes. She turned back with some pain and looked at the elf on the second floor who was leaning on the railing with a glass of wine in his hand and a calm expression.
Surrounded by the dead bodies in the room, the lady shouted to Tyrion:
"I drank the blood, and I did what you asked..."
"So, I did what I promised."
Tyrion flicked his fingers, and the closed door of the banquet hall was pushed open from the inside. Lord Arthur Waycrest, who had also become younger, strode into the hall with thunderous strides just like he did in his youth.
He held his wife in his arms. In this hall filled with the meaning of death, the two loving couples stayed with each other. After a deep kiss, the two raised their heads and looked at the originator of all this.
In addition to the joy of being reunited across death, the eyes of the couple who have returned to youth are filled with disgust and hatred for the evil person in front of them.
He destroyed everything they had in a way that destroyed everything.
Tyrion also looked at the two newly transformed vampires... Generally speaking, it takes a period of time for the human body to accept the blood of Sarain, but if there is a blood lord to help, this process will
The time it takes will be greatly reduced.
"I know you hate me, but it doesn't matter. I won't force your gratitude and love."
Tyrion sipped the tasteless poisonous wine in his hand, then threw the wine glass from the second floor. With the sound of glass breaking, he turned and left.
"I only want your loyalty... Now all the great tombs in Drustvar will be opened to the Dark Blade Knights. In three days, I will see my army invade Tiragarde Strait, and then.
..Besiege Boralus with an endless army of undead!"
"This is a wake-up call for me to my old friend Dailin, telling him with the wail of the Kul Tiran people... It's time to pay off the debt!"
"Click, click"
The sound of armor clashing sounded behind Mr. and Mrs. Waycrest. The just-dead old Marshal Everly Reed stood up and moved his body filled with death energy. He looked at him with disgust with his cold and ruthless eyes.
The master who had been loyal to him, behind him, the high-ranking commanders stood up one after another. The Dark Blade Valkyrie Velai flapped her wings and floated behind them. It was she who awakened these powerful warriors in a very short period of time.
This is also the new ability given to her by Tyrion.
Marshal Everly Reed drew out his long sword. From the light reflected from the long sword, he saw what he looked like now. He shook his head and asked in a deep voice:
"I heard the command from death. I am going to enter the battlefield again. The only problem is...where is the army I want to command?"
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Waycrest Manor, this is the ancient place where the Waycrest family has lived since more than 2,000 years ago. This manor is full of a flavor of time, and under the repair and preservation of successive Lord Waycrest
, this manor is still intact. Of course, among the four major families in Kul Tiras, the Waycrest family has always suffered from financial constraints.
Drustvar is not a wealthy area, and the dark power spreading here has made the people here very poor. This situation has existed for many years, until after the orc war started, Daelin brought Kul Tiras to
A large part of the military's arms trade was transferred to Drustvar, which gave this region a new lease of life, but the accumulation of wealth takes time...
In fact, the Lord's idea of marrying his precious daughter to a businessman did not change the family's economy.
Because large-scale repairs to the manor require too much money, the manor has essentially maintained its original simplicity. This made Tyrion enjoy the quiet and slightly dark environment, and he moved to the garden of the manor.
, in your free time, experience the unique customs of this island country and the mainland.
"Um..."
The Dark Blade King put a piece of cooked sea fish into his mouth with a fork. The toxins in the fish that were heated in the warm oil formed a very delicious texture in his mouth.
, this is a taste that the chefs in Stormwind City cannot make no matter how they cook it.
"Very good. You are very talented. You are the chef I need."
Tyrion picked up the tablecloth, wiped his mouth, and said to the manor chef, who was standing beside him, trembling and fearful, a fat chef with a big belly and wearing a white chef's robe:
"After the incident in Kul Tiras is over, you can go back to Stormwind City with me. I like this smell. By the way, what's your name?"
"Lal, my name is Lal, Your Majesty."
The fat chef tried his best to look happy, but the sweat on his forehead and the fear in his eyes could not be hidden from Tyrion.
"Don't worry, Lal, you have to know that living people are more suitable for flexible thinking and breakthrough work than undead, so if I need an excellent top chef who can satisfy my poor tongue,
If so, then he must be a real living person, not an undead soul lacking creativity... Do you understand what I mean?"
Tyrion casually put a priceless gem into Lal's hand:
"As long as you can always make such satisfying food, your life will not be disturbed by any factors. You will live until the day you become impatient."
The fat chef understood the meaning of Tyrion's words. He secretly looked at the gem in his hand. It was a treasure he had never seen before. Lal was not a professional businessman, but he was sure that the gem in his hand
It was definitely more than the reward he had received for twenty years of working for the Lord and his wife at the manor. Thinking of his son and family, the fat chef gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat.
He narrowed his eyes and said to Tyrion in a flattering manner:
"Actually, Your Majesty, I know a deep-sea fish that only lives in Drustvar. That rare fish contains unimaginable poison. I believe that the dishes made with it will definitely make you feel refreshed. However,
I need a few days to prepare."
"Then go ahead. In this world, freedom and food are the only things you can't live up to... I'm willing to wait for this."
Tyrion waved his hand, and the fat chef retreated submissively. After a moment, the El Knight opened the garden door and approached Tyrion with something in his hand:
"Your Majesty, we found it."
"Um?"
Tyrion raised his head, reached out and took the wooden box handed over by Al, then pushed the dishes in front of Al and motioned for him to sit down and taste it.
The King of Dark Blade opened the wooden box, and there was a silver-grey, heavy book with a very primitive atmosphere inside. He took it out, and the moment his fingers touched the book, a weak thorn...
Pain burst out from his fingertips, which made Tyrion frown.
Opposite Tyrion, the El Knight roughly put the sea fish meat into his mouth, chewed it, and whispered to his Majesty:
"In the notes of Lord Waycrest's ancestors, the name of this book is recorded in detail. They called it the "Silver Ash Scripture". It is said to be the training methods and weapon information recorded by the first generation of Ash Knights. It was finally
An Ash Knight Govar was hiding in the cave formed by the Ash Knights. There was a very complicated magic barrier there, and it took us two days to break it."
"Is this the only book anywhere?"
Tyrion asked while flipping through the book, and the El Knight said without changing his expression:
"There are also some silver weapons that have lost their effectiveness over time. I brought back a few samples, and the others have been destroyed by the knights."
"Well, Holy Silver..."
Tyrion looked at the records in the Silver Ash Sacred Book about the weird weapons used by the Ash Knights. They were some items that had never been heard of on the mainland, including holy silver, a material used in casting evil-destroying weapons.
The special burning substance Holy Fire Oil, which can produce devastating damage to dark creatures, and some other alchemical products.
The King of Dark Blade noticed that the Ash Knights use special training methods to ensure the perfect fit between the soul and the body, so as to ensure that during the war with Drust, the soul will not be captured by dark magic.
"Bang"
This holy book was placed on the table in front of Tyrion, his eyes full of solemnity:
"Are you sure that there are no other copies? The knowledge recorded in this book is a great threat to the Dark Blade."
"No more, we can guarantee that, Your Majesty."
Al Knight finished eating the last piece of fish and wiped his mouth while saying:
"With the cave already destroyed, no one will know the final inheritance of the Knights of Ashes!"
"very good!"
The Dark Blade King stretched out his finger, and the cold death energy instantly covered the silver-gray holy book in front of him. Under the influence of the corrosive energy shining with a blood-red halo, the book seemed to be thrown into endless time.
, weathered rapidly, and in the end, only some scattered holy silver was left, and a pile of ashes dissipated in the wind.
"You also have to participate in the attack on Tiragarde Strait. Al, you and the knights under your command are a very important force. In addition, don't rush into Stormsong Valley. I guess that place has a peaceful appearance.
Underneath, it is already filled with dark power that makes people crazy."
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Just as Tyrion and his knights were planning an attack on Kul Tiras, at the same moment, in a secluded cabin on a merchant ship sailing from Boralus to the eastern continent, a lonely man was on his way.
The female guest took off her hat and robe a little tiredly. Under the robe, there was a heavy package hidden.
She sat on the table in the cabin, put the package in front of her eyes, and opened it. Inside was a rubbing book filled with dense text and pictures, and a sheathed dagger.
She picked up the short knife, grasped the scabbard, and pulled it out.
There is a shining light dancing on the gray blade, which is the light of holy silver. The style of this short knife is completely different from the popular style in the human world now, but it has a violent beauty of the barbaric era, and if
If that book is correct, such a knife can easily penetrate the thick magic shields of those death knights, and the holy silver on the blade can even cause terrible damage to them.
"Khadgar, you are really playing with fire..."
The female guest walked to the mirror on the wall of the cabin. She stretched out her hand and wiped it on her face. Soon, a strange mask was removed from her face, revealing the female guest's true face.
He has light green skin, small fangs, a pair of big eyes that are very similar to those of the Draenei, and mature black hair with twin tails.
Garona Haverson...a top assassin who should have been imprisoned in the deepest part of Karazhan, is now sitting on a ship from Boralus to the Eastern Continent. She looks at the glass in front of her, which is shining with
Her melancholy eyes.
"I knew that you are actually still the same person... Death has not taken you away, nor has it changed you. My Khadgar, you are still the same hero."
"But...where will your future go if you keep going like this?"