37. The rift disappears, the great unity of the dark blade (1)
While Tyrion and Anastarian were communicating, in another room in the palace of Lordaeron, the death lords who had not been together for a long time were sitting at a large round table.
Everyone, including Yrel who had returned from injury, the Blood Lords who had been busy with other matters, and Myra who was far away in the Black Iron District, rushed over.
But the atmosphere in the room was not filled with the joy of reuniting comrades-in-arms. Every lord had a lingering gloom on his face. There was even an unlucky guy chained to a chair in the corner of the room.
superior.
Danath Trollbane did not care at all about the embarrassment of the situation. He was probably the one with the most relaxed expression among all the lords. He was even in the mood to point out the high-ranking knights standing guard and serve him tea and water.
It was as if the chains cuffing his hands and feet didn't exist at all.
It's so heartless to the extreme...
"Wow"
The door of the brightly lit hall was pushed open by two tall Draenei death knights at the same time. The cold wind of the rainy night poured into the hall, blowing the candlelights, and the dark clouds and thunder in the night sky outside seemed to be all over the place.
Representing that some unknown encounter was about to happen, the death lords all turned their heads and saw Tyrion, the Blade of Dawn, walking in the rain, slowly approaching.
The Dark Blade King they serve.
"Shua"
All the lords stood up at this moment. Even Danaus Trollbane, who was intoxicated with the taste of blood wine, also stood up. Everyone's face was ugly. This is natural, because in
In this final war, everyone made mistakes.
Tyrion ignored the gloomy faces of the lords. He just walked through the brightly lit hall looking forward, and then sat on the main seat at the front. The ruler of the Dark Blade Undead leaned on the chair,
He breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand.
All the death knights in the entire hall retreated quietly, leaving only these big shots.
No one sat down, all the lords stood in front of the seats, and only the Dark Blade King sat quietly in the chair in the entire hall. He closed his eyes, crossed his fingers, and didn't know what he was thinking.
The atmosphere was extremely weird for a moment. Luminas used her little finger to hook Gomera's palm. The latter turned his head slightly and glared at his restless girlfriend, Grokush and Saru opposite him.
Farr exchanged glances, and a few minutes later, Serent gritted his teeth and nodded to Rogelio.
In the final battle, the Death Lord, who replaced Rogelio in command of the artillery unit, cleared his throat:
"Ahem, Your Majesty, I...because of my mistake, the battle on the north coast battlefield could not be ended before the reinforcements from the Human Empire arrived, which directly caused the remaining power of the Kingdom of Lordaeron to persist until the end. This is my mistake.
I am willing to accept the punishment for my command mistakes."
After Serent finished speaking, there was still silence in the hall. Now, even Yrel couldn't help but wag her tail. She asked the other death lords with her eyes. Hoof Girl was the last one to join the war.
She didn't know anything about what happened before, so she couldn't understand why Tyrion was acting so strangely at this time.
But no one can answer her doubts, because the facts are really confusing...
"Everyone, please sit down."
Several minutes passed, and Tyrion, who was like a sculpture, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the death lords under his command, not even letting go of Danas, who was handcuffed aside. Finally, he withdrew his gaze.
, knocked on the table.
"Let's talk...about this war, about everyone's problems, about the mistakes we've made over the past period...and finally, about Khadgar, and about me, and, of course, us.
The next phase of the battle plan.”
"Fur..."
Tyrion's words made Luminas let out a sigh of relief. She was the first to sit back on the chair. The other death lords also sat down. Tyrion looked at Danaus in the distance and flicked his fingers.
, a black sword shadow that looked like the Ashbringer flew out, accurately cutting off the shackles on Danas' wrist.
"Sit over here, Trollbane."
Under the command of the Dark Blade King, Danas, who had regained his freedom, dragged the chair and sat at the last position of the round table. This move made the other death lords secretly relieved. It seemed that Tyrion was not
He planned to put on a show of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys in front of their eyes.
However, the atmosphere in the hall is still weird, especially after everyone already knows what happened to the Archlich Khadgar. Anyone with any brain knows that this matter will not end so easily.
"Tell me about those things about you. Serent has finished telling his story. It's your turn, Saurfang!"
Tyrion turned his gaze calmly to the silent orc death lord. Others also looked behind Saurfang. After a few seconds of silence, Saurfang stood up. He was a little ashamed.
said:
"I...I feel ashamed of my mission. I should have killed the Lord Knight Uther, and I should have brought the civilians of Lordaeron under our command, but my...my son suddenly appeared
, disrupted my thoughts.”
This always indifferent orc lord seemed to have completely opened up his chatterbox tonight. He looked at his other companions and spoke calmly:
"My child, Dranosh Saurfang, was not yet born when I died in the battle, but I recognized him at a glance. He is as good an orc warrior as me. The most important thing is that he
Without being infected by the ferocity of demonic blood, he was able to bravely stand up and challenge me when Uther was dying, even though he and his companions knew very well that they were no match for me."
"But they still did it. I saw a lot in him... Regarding courage and will, I spent some time "guiding" his martial arts. When I came back to my senses, Arthas M.
Nihil has set Lordaeron on fire and fled the city with the remaining civilians."
"I should have chased them and intercepted them, but I couldn't sit back and watch my son being thrown into the burning city. I was also worried that the news of my son's appearance would be discovered by other Dark Blade warriors, so I wasted a lot of time and was alone.
Send them to the safety of the wilderness."
Saurfang clenched his fist, then unclenched it, then clenched it again, and whispered:
"I failed to complete my task. Because of my personal reasons, I failed humiliatingly."
"Sit down."
Tyrion did not comment on Saurfang's behavior. He looked at Rogelio, the elf lord who had been his comrade for the longest time. The latter took a deep breath like a living person, and then
Stand up.
"Like Lord Saurfang, I also met my son, Cairn Sunfury, in Stratholme. He fell into the trap of the Dreadlord. I rescued him. After the child woke up,
Recognizing me, he begged me to leave with him, but I refused him. I originally wanted to bring Kane back to the Dark Blade and let him live a peaceful life in the Defias Federation, but..."
Rogge's expression became darker:
"But he stole my seal and used it to deceive my lieutenant Johnny Oson, which directly caused the 20,000 elven rangers in the besieged Quel'Dolin hut to escape Stratholme and settle in Quelsa
Missing in the activated forest of Rath, I have enough reasons to believe that those elves have the ability to survive in the activated forest, and now they may have boarded the Sunsail Fleet of Quel'Thalas and gone to Cali
Mudo.”
"Because of my temporary negligence towards Kane, well, it was actually my obsession that caused the Hammerfire Chapter to fail to complete its assigned mission. I... am willing to be punished."
"Kane? That's my nephew, right?"
Tyrion smiled. He stretched out his hand to signal Rogelio to sit down, and then set his sights on Danas. The human lord wanted to stand up and tell his story, but Tyrion stopped him.
.
"There is no need to tell your story. Your exaggerated and inferior acting skills have spread throughout the Dark Blade Chapter. Regarding your true martial arts level, it is now the biggest gossip topic among the knights in their spare time... I guessed you
I would do this, but I didn't expect that you would choose such a stupid way."
The Dark Blade King shook his head speechlessly, and he stared at the embarrassed Danas:
"You should have been smarter."
There was a burst of suppressed laughter between the seats of the Death Lord, which made Danas even more embarrassed, but Tyrion did not put any more pressure on him, but turned his eyes to Luminas, who swooshed.
He stood up and said rather bachelorly:
"My story is not as touching as Saurfang and Rogge... I met an old rival. I was controlled by hatred, and was led out of the battlefield by that cunning little bitch. After I taught her a lesson
, by the time I returned to the battlefield, the unorganized and undisciplined group of werewolves had been completely driven out of the city by the last Gilnean army."
Luminas shrugged a little disappointedly:
"My skills are inferior to others, and I have delayed important events, so I am willing to be punished."
"What I'm more curious about is, who won the battle between you and Lana Thel?"
Tyrion asked, and this question caused a flash of embarrassment in Luminas's eyes. She shook her body. After a moment, under the gaze of all the lords, she said reluctantly and gloomily:
"That little bitch got the help of Quel'Delar, the dragon-forged blade inherited from Quel'Thalas. It is a very powerful holy sword. Uh, okay... I lost, are you satisfied?
?”
At this time, the laughter among the seats became louder. Luminas, who had always been paranoid, took the initiative to admit her failure. This was really a rare thing. This laughter made Luminas look ugly.
She was about to have another attack. Myra, who was sitting next to her, hurriedly pushed his girlfriend down on the seat. Then he stood up and looked at Tyrion and the other lords, his cheeks full of shame.
"I'm sorry, everyone... I, I was blinded by friendship. I failed to discover Alex's abnormality in advance. I thought he had overcome the anger in his heart, but I didn't expect that underneath his disguised appearance
, that crazy soul actually got worse."
"I am also responsible for this matter."
Yrel also stood up and confessed to the other lords:
"When the high-ranking knight Al came to request to take the initiative to dispel the Whispering Port, I should have discovered the strangeness of the battle regiment he commanded. But at that time, I was eager to join the battle, and ended up allowing them to take advantage of the loophole, causing the civilians of the Whispering Port to be destroyed.
The spacecraft led by Prophet Velen picked him up... This is a low-level mistake that should not have happened..."
"Oh, it's really a mess. When it comes to responsibility, I also have it."
Grokush, who was still a little pale, stood up and said:
"I shouldn't be brave. If Magni had been asked to fight for me, then Orgrim would not have had the chance to escape back to the battleship. I was only thinking about ending the entanglement between me and him, but I ignored him.
It was a terrible state at the time.”
"Our turnovers are more of a problem."
Blood mage Severn and Autumn looked at each other and stood up on their own initiative. Severn said with some regret:
"Before the three draenei ships jumped out of space, we should have discovered the space distortion. With the defensive firepower of the Black Temple, if we had prepared in advance, the transfer of the three ships would definitely not have been so smooth. But at that time, I and I
Autumn was controlled by Sarain's instinct. We just wanted to draw blood on the battlefield, but..."
"Is everything finished?"
Seeing that all the death lords began to reflect on their mistakes, Tyrion's eyes showed a trace of satisfaction, but the next moment, he stopped the lords from reflecting with a cold voice. He said:
"So...let me sum it up."
Seeing that His Majesty was about to speak, all the lords sat back in their chairs. But at this moment, Tyrion suddenly made a move that shocked everyone. He took off the hat on his head.
The ice blue iron ring crown was thrown on the table. The collision of steel and wood made a low sound.
"Clang"
This made all the lords couldn't help but cast their eyes on Tyrion. The latter looked at the beating crown on the table and said in a faint voice:
"When I executed Khadgar, he said something to me that I still remember..."
"He said that in fact, I, Tyrion Dawnblade, am the biggest traitor in the Dark Blade Legion system that I established... In the past few days, I have thought about it again and again, and I think what he said makes sense."
"His Majesty!"
The most loyal lords Yrel and Rogelio spoke at the same time, but were interrupted by Tyrion's waving fingers. Under the gaze of other lords, the Dark Blade King stood up and put his hands on the table.
He looked at the others:
"If you do something wrong, there will be punishment. Therefore, the first punishment in today's meeting is what I gave to myself. I betrayed the organization I created, and I betrayed the oath we made together at that time. Therefore,
I decided to depose myself...Yes, from today on, there will be no king in the Black Blade Legion Award."
"From today on, I will no longer be...the King of Dark Blades. That name will become a thing of the past."
After speaking, Tyrion showed a relieved smile on his face. He looked at the other death lords and said:
"Don't call me your Majesty again. I don't like that word. Maybe I never liked it from the beginning..."
"Now, call me Tyrion."
At this moment, the whole place was dead silent.
Yes, I am the Duke of Connaught with a weak claim to Glamorgan... We are now going to kill someone with a poison knife who does not know the basics, so... where is my representative?
