Wetland, in a remote room in the renovated Grim Batol, the dusty Rilas Windrunner stood in the room uneasily.
The handsome young man looked haggard at this time. He spent a day and a night riding his dragon eagle along the long coastline from Quel'Thalas to the wetlands at the fastest speed. He knew that he
He did something wrong, and now he is trying his best to make up for it.
"Bang"
The door of the room was pushed open. Two silent death knights were holding weapons and guarding the door. Tyrion and Myra, wearing black trench coats, walked into the room. The moment they saw Tyrion, Lilas subconsciously
He swallowed hard, and he could still see the shadow of his former "brother" on Tyrion's face, but those ice-blue eyes broke all his illusions about Tyrion.
This reminded him that the "relative" in front of him had changed, and was no longer the simple and somewhat melancholy Tyrion before.
Compared with Lilas's silence and confusion, Tyrion took the initiative to step forward uncharacteristically, stretched out his hands, and held his brother in his arms, just like the countless farewells and reunions at Windrunner Manor.
It was like seeing each other again, but this hug could no longer make Liras feel warm.
"Liras, my dear brother, we haven't seen each other for almost 10 years, right?"
He let go of Lilas, looked at the young man in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, then patted his shoulder and said to Myra behind him:
"Look, Myra, the former child has grown up. Looking at his eyes, he looks exactly like my mother and Alleria."
"Well, I look like an adult."
Myra meaningfully looked at the uneasy Rilas in front of her with her blood-red eyes, and said softly:
"But it's not clear whether the soul has matured."
This sentence made Lilas even more uneasy, but Tyrion did not delve into it. Instead, he took a step back and sat on the chair in the room. He looked at Lilas, his ice blue eyes were smiling, but his eyes were full of laughter.
There is no emotion in the eyes:
"Tell me, my brother, what trouble have you caused? As far as I know, when my relatives live happily, they never take the initiative to think of me..."
"I..."
Rilas was looked directly at by Tyrion. He was a little nervous, very nervous... just like when he did something wrong as a child and faced his strict mother's questioning. At that time, there were Tyrion and Alleria.
Speak for him, but now, no one speaks for him anymore.
"Hey, young man, don't be nervous, we are all easy to talk to, and you still call His Majesty brother, you are relatives."
Myra took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet on one side, opened it, poured the cold wine into the cup, and then handed the wine glass to Lilas. Myra folded her arms and leaned against the wall on the side.
Say softly:
"So don't be nervous. We won't eat you. Speak slowly and don't miss even one thing."
"Fu"
Liras took a sip of wine, then let out a long breath. He looked at Tyrion in front of him, and he slowly spoke:
"2 weeks ago..."
Lilas' confession didn't last long. Less than 5 minutes had passed until he finished telling everything he knew. Tyrion turned his head and looked at Myra. He saw the worry in Myra's eyes.
.
The Sunwell of Quel'Thalas was immediately captured by the Dark Warlocks of the Dark Blade Legion due to abnormal vibrations early this morning. Together with the guards escorting Alleria to Quel'Thalas, they were united in Bandi Rennor.
Under the oppression of the world, he lost contact with the legion. The combination of all these has given Tyrion a bad feeling in his heart.
In addition, at midnight last night, the spiritual connection between him and Alleria was suddenly interrupted. In fact, even if Lilas did not come today, Tyrion's prepared rescue team would set off immediately... and Lilas
Si's arrival only verified the worst outcome.
"I knew I shouldn't let her go back alone. I should go back with her."
Tyrion said something, which resulted in Myra's retort:
"It's not your fault, Tyrion. It's impossible for you to go back with Alleria. As long as you appear in Northern Territory, the entire Quel'Thalas and the Human Empire will go crazy... Alleria just
I just don’t want to ruin your plan. Now that something has happened, how to deal with it is the most important thing.”
"B Company and the Blood Council, which are best at infiltrating, are fully prepared."
Myra said to Tyrion:
"As long as you give the order, we can rush to Quel'Thalas immediately. Their purpose of arresting Alleria is simple, which is to force you to negotiate with them, so you'd better not show up before we get the results.
In front of their eyes, prevent them from using Alleria to make some fuss."
"I will kill them all with my own hands, Myra...every one of them!"
Tyrion stood up and walked to the window of this room. He looked at the dim light outside the window and said softly:
"I will hang them on the city wall of Silvermoon City, so that they who are left with only one breath can see with their own eyes that the order of Quel'Thalas has been destroyed by us, and let them see with their own eyes what they fear most happens, and see with their own eyes
When it ends, when the dawn of the new world revives, I will mercifully cut their throats, and then I will allow them to go to hell...I swear!"
Tyrion's voice was not intense. Compared to swearing, which requires a strong emotional collision, his voice was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. But the more so, the more
Behind him, Lilas's inner fear became even more amplified.
He is calm enough because he has never considered the lives of those who harmed his loved ones, and this calmness means that a tragic war is about to begin for the senior leaders of Quel'Thalas.
"You alone are not enough, Myra. Although I hate to do this, maybe it's time."
After a few minutes, Tyrion seemed to have made up his mind. He looked back at the Blood Lord and said:
"Don't worry about the garrison in Quel'Thalas. There will be endless undead to deal with them. Your task is to find the place where my wife and relatives are imprisoned, and then unite with Cordana's troops who remain there. Once the war starts
, you must rescue them intact as soon as possible."
"But our army was blocked by Lothar in the Arathi Highlands!"
Myra asked in confusion:
"What are you going to do? Lead the battle group to bypass Arathi and land in the east of Quel'Thalas? When the Banti Renal barrier is opened, the low-level undead that enter it will be suppressed to the limit. It will be difficult for us
Attack their military formation head-on, and the Human Empire also has some troops in Eagle's Nest Mountain... The Wildhammer Highlands have now been reoccupied by the giant dragons, and it is not that easy to bypass them."
"There is more than just an undead soul in this world."
Tyrion closed his eyes and said meaningfully:
"Silvermoon City is afraid that we will invade Quel'Thalas from the south, but they will never expect that the real fatal blow will come from behind. Without affecting the big plan, my "old man" and I
Friends "can make some slight adjustments."
"The great men of Quel'Thalas have earned this for themselves... let them enjoy it."
After speaking, Tyrion's eyes fell on Lilas. He looked at the bloodline left by his mother and said softly:
"You did something wrong, Lilas. I'm glad to see that you realized your mistake, but as a man, if you do something wrong, you have to bear the consequences. You have to return to Quel'Thalas with Myra.
You have to rescue my wife and your sister... After that, it's up to them whether they forgive you or not."
"Would you like to do this?"
Faced with this question, Lilas didn't hesitate much. He stood up and nodded.
"I do!"
"Very good, this is the responsibility that a man from the Windrunner family should have! You finally did not disappoint me."
Tyrion nodded to Lilas, and then walked out of the room. Myra followed him, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"If we want to infiltrate Quel'Thalas, there may be someone we can use... Alex Aznab Flameblade, my former companion in the Knights of the Silver Hand, he used to be Sun Chaser
One of the guards of the Royal Court is very familiar with the defense of Silver Moon City, and his own situation is also very special. He has strong combat power and will not be suppressed by the Bandi Renoir defense line."
"I remember that Lumi implanted several fragments of the Death Naaru into him...almost killing him, and it also caused some mutations in his Holy Light."
Tyrion frowned:
"Are you sure he can be trusted?"
"Well, how should I put it? It was just an accident. I thought he was hopeless, but the Blighter cured him. He accepted the reality, but became somewhat crazy. As for whether it is credible or not, he is
You will prove yourself on the battlefield."
"Since you insist, then take him with you. If he is not trustworthy, kill him."
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At the same time that the storms and clouds in the southern border of the eastern continent were gathering, in the remote and quiet Northland of Northrend, in the deepest part of this continent covered with wind and snow, in the center of the huge ice floe connected to the entire continental shelf
, a strange black tower has stood in the center of the desolate ice field.
Nothing exists on this ice sheet. Even the toughest beasts cannot survive on this desolate land. There is only one walking creature here, and that is the endless creatures awakened from the tombs under the cold earth.
Undead.
This is also a land that is forbidden to peep. On the periphery of the Borean Tundra separated by a mountain, the Draenei have tried repeatedly to establish outposts on the mountain peaks. However, every time they tried, they failed in the extremely harsh natural environment.
The periphery of the ice sheet is always shrouded in deadly cold storms and snow, and often overnight, the Draenei's spaceship will be completely submerged by the heavy snow.
Spaceships made of steel may not be afraid of this cold, but the strong physique of the draenei themselves cannot withstand the devastation of this absolute forbidden area of life. Therefore, even now, the draenei people live in the Borean Tundra.
Several years later, they were still in the dark about the situation on the other side of the snow-capped mountains. The most terrible thing was that the city built by the Draenei on the seaside seemed to be targeted by the Nagas under the deep sea.
In recent times, the attention of the Draenei people has been attracted to the seaside, and they are busy fighting against the endless Nagas and sea beasts emerging from the sea.
Under such circumstances, even if the prophet wanted to support the war in Northern Xinjiang, he could only do so intentionally but without power.
And in the center of the wasteland, on top of the black tower decorated with spikes and full of dark style, the ruler who controls all the undead in the entire North is slaying himself in the solid ice.
The nearly infinite thoughts try their best to spread to every corner of the world, and under the influence of its power, the undead will be inspired by the invisible power of darkness to stand up again.
Moreover, it has a new name, a new name that is more impressive than the ordinary name of Ner'zhul... They respectfully call it the Lich King!
Its own power may be weak, but the undead that have surrendered to it have spread all over the North and all over Northrend in the time that the civilized world has ignored. Those tall and terrifying people who have become addicted in time long to return to their pure bodies.
The Vrykul were awakened by this power, and the Lich King promised them new powers, so the Vrykul joined this increasingly powerful dark army.
There are also the nerubian spider demons who are hidden under the frozen soil and have built an entire underground dynasty in the darkness. Their insect-like bodies are full of terrifying power and tenacity. They rejected the lich.
Recruited by the king, the Lich King sent his undead legions to fight fiercely with them underground. After several years of conquest, Anub'arak, the king of the nerubians and the most powerful crypt lord, also fell to the tireless attack of the undead.
under.
As a result, Nerub's Nerubian dynasty was reborn in the depths of death and darkness and became the powerful warriors of the Lich King.
And...there are also those dragon bones abandoned in the Dragon Bone Wilderness. In the cycle of life and death for millions of years, the dragon bones accumulated on this plain have reached a terrifying number. In this regard, the witches
The Demon King is even luckier than Tyrion. It only needs to stretch out its hand to easily form its own army of skeleton dragons!
There is also a new creation that combines undead magic and the ancient structures of the Nerubian spider demons. The Lich King used his evil wisdom to create an indestructible army of structures that does not understand fear and retreat...
Gargoyles are life forms of rock structures that are endowed with souls and can be manufactured on a large scale.
The Lich King's Scourge of the Undead has taken shape, and its army has swept across Northrend. Even the most stubborn frost trolls are constantly retreating under the attack of the undead, giving up large areas of land to the Scourge of the Undead.
It easily ruled an entire continent, but it was not happy.
Because it knows that it is just a slave...the slave of the demons, the vanguard of the demons, and the lackey of the demons...This makes the Lich King very unhappy, but it is not in a hurry, even in the consciousness that envelopes the world.
Hearing the "request" from that familiar "old friend", he was not in a hurry.
It's like a seasoned hunter, waiting...
Soon, soon it will break through this last shackles, and soon it will be able to repay those arrogant guys double the disasters that happened to it.
It is waiting as always...full of expectations, and patiently, without saying a word, playing the role of its loyal vanguard, waiting for the opportunity to personally pierce the sword into the heart of the conspirator.
Perhaps, that will make its tired soul feel...happy.
