33. Secret Order---For the Newbie Village Chief Taipa Brothers [4/10]
"Shua"
Tyrion opened his eyes. He raised his head from the cold and dark cemetery. What he saw was the ruins of Windrunner Village. The Windrunner Tower in the distance had been completely destroyed by the raging dragon fire.
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The familiar scenery can no longer be seen, as if the last trace of the past in my heart has been completely erased by the war.
Tyrion turned around and looked at the tombstone behind him, which he had erected here himself last night, representing the past he had buried with his own hands.
The left and right sides of this stone tombstone are decorated with slightly ferocious white bones. They are Gul'dan's bones, which were used by Tyrion to pay homage to the souls of the dead. What's more, there is sadness, and the words Tyrion carved represent his
A final remembrance of the deceased.
"The dawn blooms here, and the night ends here. You are the greatest general, the most fearless hero, the staunchest protector, and the most perfect mother."
The epitaph on the inscription is not prominent. Tyrion did not even inscribe Lyresa's name. He did not want her to be disturbed.
The death knight leaned down and touched a wild flower beside the tombstone with his finger. In the flames of war at night, this delicate little flower miraculously survived the flames, but its petals had withered and looked just like this
Like a land full of ashes, it is about to die.
"Buzz"
The surging frost on the fingertips covered the little flower, like a layer of perfect protection. The crystal ice covered the strong flower bit by bit, turning it into an ice bouquet that would never die.
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He half-knelt on the ground and placed it next to the tombstone in front of him. He stretched out his hand and touched the stone monument.
"I'm leaving. I may never come back."
"But if I die, I hope I can be buried here and stay with you forever..."
"I know you yearn for peace, but I'm sorry, mother... I can no longer embrace it."
"Bye now."
The death knight stood up. He closed his eyes and stood in front of the tombstone for a moment, then turned and left. The cloak of darkness shrouded his body, as if shrouding his destiny, without a trace of light.
Ten minutes later, outside Quel'Thalas, in the mostly burned-out forest, four behemoths were placed on the ground full of ashes. They were four dead young dragons, three of which were killed.
General Lilesa killed it.
While the war was going on, the elves did not bother to deal with these corpses, and when they came back to look for them, the three-headed dragon corpses had disappeared.
Tyrion looked at the corpses of the four young dragons in front of him. One of them had shriveled skin and looked terrifying, like a zombie dragon. He had drained all the blood from his body and died the most miserable death.
At that moment, the wounds of the other young dragons were also opened by Luminas and Serende, and they were bleeding continuously.
Dragon blood is a truly good thing. Tyrion drained the blood of the young dragon. The hot blood almost evaporated his entire body, but after cooling, it made his body stronger and strong enough to hold
More death energy.
Although other death knights cannot directly absorb dragon blood like him, with a little processing, it can also be used to strengthen their bodies.
"Their souls are gone."
Grokush walked to Tyrion and said to him: "We can't awaken them in the way of death knights. We can only use them as the lowest level walking zombies."
"enough!"
Tyrion replied: "They are just young dragons. There is no possibility of becoming bone dragons and ice dragons. At least they can become qualified mounts and destructive weapons when necessary."
"This is a big project."
Blackhand shrugged. Although he failed to kill Gul'dan completely, he cut off the guy's head and let him breathe. He looked at the dark rangers who were busy drawing and carving the psychic circle, and he said
:
"It might take all day to get it right."
"enough!"
Tyrion reached out and grasped a white skull on his waist. He put it in his hand and played with it. Finally, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the orc camp:
"The elves will help us hold them back. Zuluhid was decapitated by Luminas herself. Without him, those young dragons will not be afraid. Let's go, let's recruit new members, and then tonight
...Tonight, let us kill them all!"
While Tyrion and Grokush were roaming the battlefield after the war, looking for qualified new members for the Black Blade Knights, in the orc camp, Warlord Saurfang was also considering Quel'Thalas
The battle situation.
During last night's war, the orcs decisively chose to retreat when they saw the support from the elves arriving, but the Amani trolls who hated the elves deeply did not do so.
On the contrary, even after the orcs withdrew, these trolls continued to attack like crazy. After losing Zul'jin, they did not have a qualified leader at all, and they were just a ragtag group of people.
The Amani trolls used their actual actions to perfectly explain what cannon fodder is... Their crazy attack regardless of losses blocked all the elven pursuers for the retreating orcs. Even now that the battle is over, those
The trolls, dazzled by hatred, are still attacking the elves' re-established defense line.
"Except for the fleeing Ravager clan, the Twilight's Hammer and Dragonmaw clan's losses were not significant."
Saurfang's face was still a little pale. He sat in his chair, thinking about the war in Quel'Thalas:
"But we can't waste too much force here. It's just a feint attack, and the purpose has been achieved."
The orc warlord's eyes narrowed. He got the battle report this morning. Human reinforcements appeared in the elven army. This means that their war in Quel'Thalas has attracted the attention of the human kingdom, and
The number of reinforcements is not large, which means that the human kingdom puts most of its military power on the frontline confrontation, and they may not have much time to pay attention to the affairs of the elves.
"This is a good thing. Now... we just wait for the chief's order."
Saurfang thought of this, and he stretched out his hand to rub his chest. The fierce battle last night caused him to lose at least one-fifth of his blood. Although the orcs' strong physique could only take a few days to recover, Terry
The terrifying threat that Ang showed in the battle still made the orc warlords pay attention.
He had also heard the news that Talon Gorefiend's death knights were defeated by the Paladins on the front line, but now it seemed that the real thing worth noting was not Talon Gorefiend at all, but the sudden rise of Tyrion Dawn.
Blade, the elf ranger that he killed with his own hands.
Unfortunately, he had betrayed the Horde, and the moment he killed Gul'dan's body, he was completely on the opposite side of Saurfang.
"Overseer! We have found Zuluhid..."
The guard's report interrupted Saurfang's thinking. He raised his head and shouted:
"Then let him come to see me quickly!"
"Well"
The guard opened the curtain of the tent with some embarrassment and walked inside with a bag. After a while, Saurfang saw the head in the bag. It belonged to Zuluhid. When the head was chopped off, the orc
The chief's fear still remained on his face, which was simply a shame for the orcs.
"Take it down!"
Saurfang felt a tightness in his chest, and the wound on his head was frozen. There was no doubt that it was the work of those death knights again. Although Zuluhid was cowardly, arrogant and stupid, he commanded the Dragonmaw clan. Now the chief is being
If Saurfang can't come up with a convincing reason, the Dragonmaw clan will rebel in an instant.
"What a mess!"
Saurfang cursed, but the current situation did not give him much time to hesitate. The trolls had proven that they were not qualified allies at all. They would be defeated sooner or later. Once the elves calmed down the trolls,
Trouble, it’s self-evident who I will settle the score with next moment.
"We can't stay in Quel'Thalas any longer!"
Saurfang gritted his teeth, stood up, and was about to convene a meeting of the chiefs. At this moment, a tired orc messenger rushed into the tent:
"Overseer, I have brought the secret order from the great chief!"
"Um?"
Saurfang was stunned for a moment. Quel'Thalas was thousands of kilometers away from the frontline hilly battlefield. In this case, unless something big happened, with Orgrim's war talent, he would not be able to defeat him at all.
It is not possible to pass commands this way.
The orc warlord reached out and took the animal skin letter from the messenger's hand. He unfolded it and took a look. An undisguised joy danced in his eyes.
"Guards! Go and ask Chief Cho'gall to come over...and bring Gul'dan's soul with him, Dragonmaw...Dragonmaw, forget it!"
A few minutes later, Cho'gall held Gul'dan's soul stone and walked into Saurfang's tent. Saurfang was not polite and handed Orgrim's secret order directly to Cho'gall, who looked at it.
After taking a look, the three eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise.
"Is this true? Those humans would actually do it at this time... (This may be a despicable tactical fraud!)"
"of course it's true!"
Saurfang moved his wrist and said in a deep voice:
"The reputation of the Kingdom of Alterac has always been like this. It is not surprising that they made such a choice. There is no need to worry about the frontline battlefield. Now, it is time for us to set off and enter the real battlefield... I plan to start from Lordaeron.
The Kingdom's Stratholme area penetrates directly into the heart of the Human Kingdom. According to the scouts' information, we only need to make a 2-3 day rush march to reach the King's City of Lordaeron!"
The orc warlord clenched his fists, his eyes full of anticipation for victory:
"By that time, the overall situation will be decided!"
Cho'gall hesitated for a moment, and Gul'dan's soul stone had no special reaction. After a moment, the two-headed ogre chief replied respectfully:
"So, when do we set off? (Should we do it at night when it's more convenient to move?)"
"Well...this afternoon!"
Saurfang squinted his eyes, a cold but absolutely effective idea formed in his mind, and he lowered his voice:
"I will let the Dragonmaw clan dispatch all the young dragons to attack Quel'Thalas this afternoon, attracting the attention of the entire battlefield. Then we will take this opportunity to pass through Quel'Thalas as quickly as possible.
And the mountains of Stratholme, by the way, tell those trolls about our upcoming counterattack!"
"Since they are only willing to be driven by revenge, then let them take revenge to their heart's content!"
"boom"
Saurfang slammed his fist on the table, his eyes fixed on Cho'gall in front of him, and he asked in a deep voice:
"I only have one question now, Chief Cho'gall and your Twilight's Hammer clan, are you willing to sacrifice everything for the cause of Warchief Orgrim and the entire tribe?"
Gujar nodded without hesitation, stood up, and patted his chest:
"Of course! I am loyal to the warchief! (Everyone of my tribe and I are willing to give everything for the cause of the tribe!)"
The next second, he spoke again:
"The same goes for Gul'dan's Stormrage Clan (Warlock has realized his mistake, you can trust him!)"
"Let's wait until we take action on the battlefield!"
Saurfang nodded. At the same time, the Kor'kron assassins who stood quietly behind Cho'gall also dispersed under the command of Saurfang's eyes. This was of course a combat meeting, but
This is also a test. If Cho'gall and Gul'dan show any dissatisfaction, Saurfang will kill them without hesitation.
A few minutes later, Cho'gall walked out of Saurfang's tent and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand.
Even a powerful warlock and mage like him would have a high chance of being killed instantly in such a small space when faced with a warrior like Saurfang and more than five elite assassins.
But now it seems that his usual submissive disguise has given him a lot of points.
"Gul'dan, what should we do? (Should we follow him back to die?)"
Coul'gall asked in the spiritual link. After a moment, Gul'dan's voice sounded again:
"No problem, follow him back first... When the Blood Demon's goods are delivered, you and I can be truly free. We will go find our destiny, and let Orgrim and his tribe fight with the Alliance to death.
..."
"There is only one final winner!"
"that's me!"
This sentence appeared in the minds of Gul'dan and Cho'gall at the same time. Obviously, they did not trust each other, but at least for now, the two conspirators still had the same goal and could cooperate.
