"He is now in the Northrend continent in the north. Under the control of the demons, he has established his own undead force."
In a mansion in the Midnight Garden of Stormwind City, the death lords who could make it here were sitting in rows on chairs. In front of them, Tyrion was telling Ner'zhul's recent story with a calm face.
And below, the lords sitting on the chairs all had their eyes widened or showed surprised faces.
It's not their fault. The situation between Tyrion and Ner'zhul is buried so deep that no rational undead would dare to think about it.
"So now that he takes the initiative to contact you, does that mean..."
The great lich Khadgar rubbed his chin and asked softly:
"It means that the demons are coming? Coming here? Coming to Azeroth? Also, does their arrival have anything to do with our appearance?"
"The devil will come sooner or later. Regardless of whether the Dark Blade is there or not, the Burning Crusade will not stop. At least it will not stop until all worlds with star souls are destroyed. Azeroth is indeed special, but during the Burning Crusade
In my journey, it’s not too special.”
Tyrion spread his arms and looked at the different eyes of the death lords below. He said:
"According to the news sent by Ner'zhul's adventure, the patience of the demons has been exhausted, especially the great demon hidden in the twisted void. Kazzak's failure in the world of Draenor has promoted the pace of the Legion. Akmon
De cannot accept the humiliating defeat, and he urgently needs a grand victory to prove himself to the Dark Titan."
"The vanguard of the legions in the North, the Scourge of the Undead under Ner'zhul, have begun to prepare to invade the eastern continent from the north. They want to obtain important materials that can directly open the portal across the stars in Azeroth to directly tear apart the space wall.
Put Archimonde and his burning army into this world, when the portal opens, when Archimonde appears, that is our opportunity."
"oh..."
Ruminas made a nasal sound of realization, she put her chin on her hand and whispered:
"So you put our legions on standby in the Arathi Highlands because you know that the human empire is about to face another undead legion coming from behind, and they will help us destroy humanity's last resistance... Wait, you
I missed a very important point, are Ner'zhul's undead scourge and us on the same side?"
"Lumi's question is very important. Who is a friend? Who is an enemy... This is directly related to the trend of the war."
It was the first time for Danath Trollbane to participate in the Death Lords Council. He looked at Tyrion with bright eyes and asked in a deep voice:
"Will you let a group of undead with no bottom line and no rules completely destroy Northern Xinjiang?"
"Well, that's a good question."
Tyrion did not answer directly, he just said casually:
"When facing the demon, there is no doubt that we are on the same side, but I can't guess Ner'zhul's thoughts. Maybe after we work together to kill the demon, the two sides will immediately fight. The enemy of the enemy will not
They must be friends, but no matter how this develops, the order in Northern Xinjiang will inevitably fall apart after this battle. This is the only future I can be sure of."
"Then there's nothing more to say."
Danas stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his body. He looked at Tyrion, a trace of determination flashed in his blue eyes:
"Give me the command of all 13 battle groups. Within 6 months, I will capture the entire northern Xinjiang for you... Instead of watching humans being tortured by crazy demons and real undead monsters, they will swallow their last breath."
I might as well leave their future to you."
General Trollbane rubbed his hands and glanced at Tyrion:
"At least you still have a bottom line."
"Don't be so anxious, Danas."
Looking at the undead general who turned from laziness to activeness, Tyrion's eyes flashed with amusement. He waved his hand and motioned for Danas to sit down. He said softly:
"I have my own plan for this matter, and it is already being implemented. The most important thing is that this will be the most terrifying crisis faced by the human empire. Under the three-party offensive, I have always been curious about this extreme
What kind of future will the heavy pressure promote? If they survive it, it proves that they still have a future. If they cannot survive it, then I will give them the future that belongs to me."
"Humanity must abandon all weaknesses and start a pure fight for survival, and this battle will also determine the outcome of the human empire."
"And, what kind of opponent do you think we are facing?"
Tyrion set his sights on Danas, and he emphasized his tone:
"In the world of Draenor, facing the vanguard of the Burning Legion, and with an absolute terrain advantage, the Dark Blade Knights still sacrificed two-thirds of the lower-level undead and one-third of the upper-level undead.
Although we won the victory, the impact of that battle on us has not been fully recovered to this day. Do you think that we and Ner'zhul alone can defeat the demon army?"
"Don't be naive! In this war game that is about to begin, you, me, Ner'zhul, and the human emperor are just pawns. None of us has the qualifications or ability to dominate the game. For the final victory,
I must preserve every ounce of useful power... As for humans, I will help them when they are about to be destroyed, but at that time it will prove that their empire and civilization are not qualified to continue to exist."
"That's easy to say! Those are the demons that even you are afraid of and another group of undead whose purpose is simply destruction. They don't care about civilian casualties or restrain themselves. They will use every method to extinguish the fire of resistance in front of them.
, achieve the goal in all ways, judging from the current strength of the Human Empire, they simply cannot win in such a pinch!"
Danas gritted his teeth and retorted:
"You're just sitting back and watching them die!"
"So what?"
This time it was not Tyrion who refuted Danas, but the veteran Death Lord Grokush who was sitting in the front row. The orc stood up and looked at Danas with an indifferent gaze:
"When a disaster strikes, everyone should use all their strength to resist in order to get the final salvation. Just like a drowning person, those who don't know how to save themselves will only drag the rescuer into the cold abyss, Dana
Si, you are not a savior. Please understand this and recognize your identity. You are an undead, just like us, standing opposite the living. They do not want or need your extra mercy!"
"If they can't even save themselves from desperate situations, then why and why should we lend a helping hand? In your eyes, does the Dark Blade come to this world to do good?"
"But...but you promised that what you want to build is a better world!"
Danas was so angry that he shouted loudly:
"You! Tyrion, you described that future to me!"
"I promised."
Tyrion said calmly:
"When they show their worth, when they are forged into steel in the furnace of fire, I will help them, but not now. There is no need for meaningless scum in the new world."
"How can you help?"
Danas stared at the Dark Blade King: "If you want to convince me to sit back and watch my former brother fall into hell, then you'd better give me a reason to convince me. I want to see your actions!"
"Then why do you think I would place hundreds of thousands of werewolves in the Silver Pine Forest surrounded by three parties after they were already exposed?"
The Dark Blade King's voice also rose a few degrees:
"Have all your outstanding military talents been fed to dogs? Danas, can't you see clearly why those werewolves were left there? When they are in dire straits, those werewolves will fight for them to finally be transferred to
The time of the Dark Blade defense zone...provided they can hold on until that time and are willing to accept the new order of the Dark Blade."
Danas moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, under the indifferent gazes of the other lords, he seemed to have lost all power and slumped down on the chair. Tyrion had arranged everything clearly.
Bai Bai, he also knew very well why he made such a decision.
At the moment when human civilization is about to be destroyed, they will truly see clearly the meaning of the Dark Blade under the pressure of double disasters. At that time, as long as the Dark Blade opens its arms, those who are forced to have no choice but to
into Tyrion's arms.
This is his real strategy. In contrast... in the face of true and pure evil, the cruel order represented by the Dark Blade is the most perfect destination.
He is waiting for a suitable time, and then let the cruel reality force humans to make the final choice. The most important thing is that it will be a voluntary choice. Once humans choose this path, all resistance and all they insist on
Everything will be in vain, they will become members of Tyrion's new order, and the originally independent human civilization will be destroyed in the true sense.
No wonder Tyrion showed little interest in conquering Northern Xinjiang. This conspirator must have known everything that would happen very early, and he had been waiting for this to happen!
But the most tragic problem is here. Even if Danas understands everything, he has to admit that in the comparison of the three parties, if the human empire cannot survive, then the Dark Blade...maybe they are the last ones.
The most perfect home.
"Think of the best, my general."
Tyrion said softly:
"Maybe the human empire you miss can survive? Maybe they will suddenly have an epiphany, cut off all internal shackles, and realize the sublimation of collective wisdom. Every soldier is willing to give everything for the empire, and every civilian can bite
They will persevere until the empire wins... They will truly break down the barriers of race and culture, truly achieve unification in all senses, and unleash all their inner strength."
"If they can do all this, maybe there is still hope for them... What? Do you yourself think that your former compatriots can't do it?"
A sarcastic smile flashed in the Dark Blade King's eyes, and he patted Danas on the shoulder:
"Don't be like this...Give them a little confidence, just like me, always have "confidence" in them."
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"Boom, boom, boom"
The undead artillery was lined up in front of the fortress in front of Stromgarde in the Arathi Highlands, throwing hot cannonballs wildly into the fortress in front with a frequency that was reminiscent of a flock of migrating birds.
In the explosion and roar of those cannonballs, the bricks and stones of the solid fortress were flying wildly, and even the tough earth was trembling under such bombardment.
"These undead don't want to occupy this place! They just want to kill us!"
The soldiers were hiding in the deepest part of the fortress, whispering, with panic on their faces. On such a crazy battlefield where the war suddenly started and bullets rained down like this, and after the sky was completely controlled by the undead arakkoa, the reinforcements from Stromgarde wanted to rush out to support them.
Neither can be done.
"Are those undead crazy?"
Lothar stood on the wall of Stromgarde, looking at the defense fortress on the plain in the distance that was completely shrouded in artillery fire. His fingers were tightly clasped on the hilt of his sword. Beside him, he luckily escaped with his life from the defeat in the Wildhammer Highlands.
Marshal Gatheris still had a bandage on his forehead, and he was always observing the movements ahead with his telescope.
"With this frequency of shelling, their shells will soon run out, or is this a new tactic?"
Gatheris asked in a low voice, Lothar did not answer immediately. Seeing the frequency of shelling slowly decreasing, and the walls of the defense fortress already being cruel, the sight of the undead behind surging forward like a black tide, this scene
A human emperor gritted his teeth and said:
"Obviously, the undead commanders have lost patience with fortress-based defenses. They want to tell us in this way that the castle cannot protect us... Now, let the cavalry rush out. That section of the fortress cannot be saved, but at least it must
Bring our soldiers back!"
"yes!"
The messenger rushed down the city wall in a hurry. After a while, the gate of Stromgarde slowly opened, and a heavy cavalry group rode their horses and rushed down the high slope of the castle. While the undead crossed the fortress, the soldiers holding on in the fortress
They saw the reinforcements arriving, and their originally sagging morale was restored. They gritted their teeth and began to counterattack.
For a time, in the dilapidated fortress, the undead and the human defenders were fighting for position almost inch by inch. Especially after the death knights also joined the battlefield, the intensity of the battle instantly increased.
"The undead's artillery positions are moving, and they are going to fire again!"
"Griffin Knight, take off and blow up those forts for me!"
The commander's angry voice floated on the city wall. Facing the airspace that was completely blocked by the arakkoa, he took off and took the risk to blow up the undead artillery front line. It was undoubtedly a death move, but the brave Wildhammer knights did not resist.
Everyone can clearly see the anxiety of the battlefield at this time. Once the undead fire towards the area where the two sides are fighting, the human defenders and reinforcements will inevitably fall into a cruel death trap.
And the undead... those emotionless guys, how can they care about accidental injuries on their own side?
"Light! There is light over there!"
The gryphon knights who had just taken off had not yet flown away from the castle. Their leader pointed at the undead front line behind and shouted. The next moment, the commanders standing on the city wall also saw the floating golden light, like
It was like a wave of holy light suddenly surging behind the black tide.
"Reinforcements? No! No!"
Lothar's eyes widened. With the blessing of the mage's eagle eye, he clearly saw a sudden appearance of a paladin troop, piercing the rear of the undead front line like a sharp knife. The dead were caught off guard.
, they rode their war horses past the undead artillery battle line and threw bundles of alchemical bombs into the position.
The leader, the paladin wearing simple silver-white armor, his blond hair, and his slashing movements with his sword, made Lothar couldn't help but rub his eyes.
