Under the night, Tyrion calmly looked at the three things placed in front of him.
A frozen orc head, a severed ogre brain, and a sutured human corpse.
This was a trophy after the war against the cultists in the Wildhammer Highlands. It was sent to Stormwind City by the blood lords of Syndra as the last "relic" of the Twilight's Hammer Church in the eastern continent.
While the great lord is receiving the spoils of war, tens of thousands of captured cultists are being sent in batches to various places on the mainland, including mines, city ruins, and some will be sent directly to the Sindra elves.
In the magic laboratory of Lordaeron City, it is used as a test subject to observe the changes in the tide of evil magic and its impact on biological signs.
To a certain extent, these captured guys are lucky. They had better retain their lives. In the Twilight Fortress that has been completely burned, tens of thousands of corpses have been buried together with the shadow-stained castle.
The fortress of energy was burned together, and the tower of ashes will still stand in the wasteland of the Wildhammer Highlands, continuing to exist as a symbol of the Federation's punishment of evil things.
And the Twilight's Hammer, the most prosperous cult in the Eastern Continent, was completely defeated overnight and became a record node buried in history that no one paid attention to.
Tyrion picked up the frozen orc head and looked at the orc's eyes in the ice. There was still a trace of death fear in those chaotic eyes. The great lord could clearly feel that a
The painfully howling soul is being restrained in this head. This is probably a special magical effect of the Syndra elves. In short, this head from the leader of the Twilight Hammer may be made into a high-level evil spiritual weapon.
.
"He said his name was Shadowburner."
Tyrion put the head to his ear and listened for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the human death knight standing in front of the desk. He said softly:
"He was begging me for mercy... I thought cultists were not afraid of death."
"They are just a bunch of bullies who bully the weak and fear the strong."
Thassarian, who came to Stormwind City as a messenger, said to the high lord in a nonchalant manner:
"We have fulfilled your request, Lord of Dark Blade, it is time for you to fulfill your promise."
"Finish?"
Tyrion playfully threw the orc's skull on the table. He looked at the remaining two things. He looked at the ogre's head, and then shook his head:
"You cut off one of Cho'gall's heads, but he had another head... and you let him escape!"
"You killed Benedictus' body, but he still has a soul... and you still let him escape!"
"You only brought back the weakest Shadowburner...but what use do I have for such a weak soul?"
The high lord's fingers tapped on the table, and at the low sound, Tyrion's expression turned cold:
"Go back and tell Kurtaz and Dathrohan that this kind of mission completion will only show me your weakness and weakness! The souls of Cho'gall and the Prophet of Twilight are what I want... I want to take them
Return the souls of El and Aznab, and let me continue to hunt Cho'gall and Benedictus. Next time...next time, you will use these junk things to fool me..."
"this!"
Thassarian couldn't accept Tyrion's theory. He couldn't help but take a step forward. He stared at the high lord:
"This is different from what we promised before!"
"Bang"
Tyrion slapped his palms on the table. He stood up, leaned forward, and stared at the Order Death Knight in front of him with his ice-blue eyes. He said word by word:
"We promised to completely destroy the Twilight Hammer... but have you done it?"
"The two main leaders have escaped! You have failed shamefully! You have not fulfilled your promise! Traitors! Maybe I should give you a "lesson" so that you can learn what it means to be superior and inferior!"
Under the pressure of Tyrion's heavy momentum, Thassarian couldn't help but take a step back, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth and said:
"But we defeated the cultists in the Wildhammer Highlands... and captured tens of thousands of them! We were victorious! We defeated them!"
"So...that's why you're still alive!"
Tyrion waved his hand casually and said indifferently:
"In Dark Blade's system, a plan is a plan. Once a plan is made, it must be completed 100%. You have only completed 50% of the final goal of the extermination plan, so I will only give you 50% of the "return"...
That is the fate of you traitors..."
The great lord leaned back and leaned on his chair. He picked up a piece of tobacco and lit it. When the strange aroma and smoke spread, behind the smoke, a touch of light appeared on his hazy face.
The cold light disappeared in a flash.
"You have earned your life back, but if you still want more, then you have to keep working hard."
"Go ahead, hounds of the Order, and continue to hunt down your targets for the "World Order." If you do well enough, I don't mind giving you two "bones." I'm always generous."
Thassarian wanted to rush forward, grab Tyrion by the collar, and slap the shameless lord twice, but he was sure that as long as he dared to take a step, he would not even need Tyrion to take action.
They would be dead on the spot... The strange power of the Syndra Blood Lords he saw that night was still fresh in his memory.
After struggling for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth, nodded slightly towards Tyrion, then turned and left. The moment Thassarian walked to the door, Tyrion's voice sounded again:
"Your name is... Thassarian, right?"
"I can see from your heart that you long to be a good soldier. However, you are not a good soldier now, but I see some potential in you, so as long as you are willing, the door of Dark Blade can be opened at any time.
Open for you."
"I don't need it!"
Thassarian said a word bluntly, then opened the door and quickly disappeared into the midnight garden of Stormwind City. Looking at Thassarian's disappearing back, Tyrion shook his head, and his eyes fell.
The head of the ogre Cho'gall on the ground in front of him and the body of Benedictus had soulless existences in both of them, they were simply dead objects.
Perhaps in the eyes of psychics, this is a very precious material, but in Tyrion's view, this thing is meaningless.
"Buzz"
The first lord of the Syndra elves, Mordant Yongying, walked out of the blood-colored shadows. He held a gorgeous purple box in his hands, as if it were a gift, and respectfully placed it on Tyrion's chest.
on the table.
"Powerful and benevolent lord, this is the booty given to you by the Sindra elves!"
Tyrion glanced at the respectful Mordent. He stretched out his hand and opened the box. Among the luxurious velvet stored in the box, there was a purple one, dotted with corrupted wings and spikes, exuding a strange
Aura's one-handed war hammer is placed in it. When the sunlight outside the window shines on the surface of the war hammer, the light seems to be absorbed by the war hammer. Circles of dark black halo are formed around the war hammer. Look.
It's quite mysterious up there.
The shape of this thing is not a popular style in Azeroth or Draenor. When he first saw it, Tyrion subconsciously thought of the Blade of the Dark Empire held by the Archbishop of Chaldea.
There should be some kind of connection between the two weapons, and the most important thing is that the war hammer in front of him is just an illusion. Tyrion's fingers touched the cold handle of the war hammer, and he could feel that the war hammer
The efficiency of energy transmission is amazing, but unfortunately, it has not been infused with the most important essence of power.
But its material and forging techniques are unquestionable. This is a mold that has the potential to become a legendary weapon.
"We found this weapon in the flame altar in the deepest part of the Twilight Fortress. It is said that this is a weapon made for himself by the leader of the Twilight Hammer, the ogre Cho'gall, using the metal collected in the abyss.
I originally planned to use it to carry the power of the evil god, but before he could take action, he and his followers were defeated by your power."
Before becoming Sarain, Mordant Yongying was a scholar among the Sindra elves. He had been studying magical creations since the time of the Elf Empire. He had a very profound understanding of these strange objects. At this time,
This Sarain of Syndra is introducing the prototype of this captured legendary weapon to the high lord.
"Chor'gall calls it the "Twilight Hammer". The crazy ogre believes that this weapon will bring the end of the world to the world... But that is obviously just a crazy fantasy, but this does not mean that this weapon will bring about the end of the world..."
Despite the weakness of the weapon, in fact, as long as it is used properly, it can still become an amazingly powerful weapon..."
"No."
Tyrion interrupted Mordent's narration. He put the warhammer back into the box, and then pushed the box back to Yongying. He said:
"The Sindra elves are already a member of the civilization officially recognized by the Federation. Your actions are led by the Federation and have nothing to do with the Dark Blade. Everything you capture should belong to you, not me...
This is not my glory, Yongying, this is the glory of you and your people, earned with your hands."
"I, cannot accept this gift."
The great lord reached out and patted the blood lord Sindra on the shoulder, and he said:
"Furthermore, my subordinates took away the holy sword Quel'Sera that you have inherited from generation to generation. This weapon's prototype should be regarded as my compensation for you. You can keep it or remake it into the weapon form you need.
..Of course, if possible, I hope to use the Sindra elves' excellent skills in magical creation to order a special weapon for one of my...'friends'."
"A wand that can be driven by any energy. The shape cannot be too big. You can regard it as a gift from me to my children, but I require that its power must reach the standard, and it is best to achieve energy conversion... Put the wand
The emitted energy is solidified into holy light or arcane magic, and then added with several evil-dispelling seals. I know this is a bit demanding, but can you do it?"
Modante Yongying looked at the back of the great lord. After a few seconds, he put away the wooden box on the table and said in a deep voice:
"Of course...my people and I will come up with something that satisfies you."
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"Whoosh, whoosh"
The sound of sea water lapping against the hull was transmitted through the thick hull to the merchant ship that was constantly rocking in the storm. In the dark cabin, the goods piled up in disorder exuded a very unpleasant smell.
These wooden boxes were piled up haphazardly, like a complex maze in the small cabin.
At the end of the swaying shadow of the stacked boxes, on a pile of broken straw mats, a huge guy was lying in the shadow, as if dead, but occasionally twitching due to the hideous wound on his neck.
The purple blood proves that this guy is still alive, just weak and in pain.
This is Cho'gall, the leader of the Twilight's Hammer, a wise and crazy two-headed ogre wizard, a master of dangerous void powers, and a lucky guy who escaped death under heavy siege.
Of his two iconic heads, only the right one is left, which is "Gu". The left head, which represents the consciousness of "Gall", has disappeared. On that neck, in the bloody and hideous wound, there is a bulging sac.
The sarcoma in his bladder was expanding weakly with his breathing, and it looked like some kind of ferocious new organ was regenerating.
Under the siege of 2 death lords, more than 200 high-level knights and 13 blood lords, Cho'gall's ability to escape with a life has proved his strength. Although he looks embarrassed now, for believers who believe in the ancient gods,
To put it simply, flesh and blood regeneration is just a simple "blessing". It only takes ten days of cultivation, and Gujar's severed head will be restored.
However, after the Twilight's Hammer in the Eastern Continent was completely destroyed, Cho'gall was facing a terrible dilemma... The federal civilization's strong control over the bottom class of society has represented the failure of the Twilight's Hammer's development in the Eastern Continent.
He must move his position.
Go to Kalimdor... there should be enough believers there waiting for him to discover.
However, at this time, there was a faint noise coming from Gujar's soul. It seemed to be another soul that was completely incompatible with this body, as if it was temporarily "residing" here.
"Cho'gall, where are you taking me?"
The soul asked weakly, and Gu'gall, who was tortured by physical pain, responded impatiently:
"Shut up, Benedictus... put away your little thoughts, we failed, but it doesn't matter, we have got what we need..."
Having lost the other head, Gu'gall's voice no longer had the accent, which made the ogre feel very uncomfortable, so he didn't want to speak much now. He said in a bad tone:
"I will take you to the Holy City of Twilight's Hammer... what we have been planning. This failure has proven that a stable civilized world is not what we need. Only war can bring chaos, and only war can bring chaos.
