It is not that Tyrion has never thought about taking the most powerful death lords under his command into the realm of death.
But this idea is unrealistic. First of all, the Realm of Death is not open to every undead. It is a special place. If you forcefully enter it without permission, you will soon encounter a "counterattack" from that world.
The endless dementors and the terrifying things behind the dementors can easily steal the soul of a weak death realm, and once they die in that world, no matter how powerful the undead are, they will truly return to eternal silence.
Secondly, the Realm of Death has a very special rule. Even if you enter from the same entrance, there is a high chance that you will be sent to different places. Judging from Tyrion's current understanding of the Realm of Death, once you enter that
Being separated means a very tragic end.
Therefore, this adventure that may never come back can only be taken by himself. Tyrion's advantage is that he and the little ghost Yuna have a special connection. After entering the realm of death, he can vaguely sense
Go to the direction where Yuna is, and once they find Yuna, relying on the abilities of the weird doll Nur, the two of them can immediately break away from the shackles of the realm of death.
But...this is also an ideal situation.
Although Tyrion promised the other worried lords and his wife and daughter that he would return immediately once he found Yuna, judging from the words Yuna left before leaving, Tyrion could realize that this rescue
, it is probably the time for him to make the final choice with the Realm of Death.
In other words, the long exploration will finally come to an end.
The ownership of the unclaimed land in the realm of death and the third hell of Azeroth will be decided in this big adventure... This is a big gamble, the winner will get everything, but if unlucky
If he loses, Tyrion will likely be assimilated into that world, and he may never be able to come back.
Therefore, before leaving, the great lord also made arrangements for everything in the future.
"You are my most trusted subordinates..."
In front of the rift between Drustvar's Emerald Holy Land and the Realm of Death, all irrelevant people were dispersed, leaving only the heavily armed high lord and several death lords who came to protect it.
Tyrion's outfit at this time is very...well, very "cool".
He wore a set of light armor, with four pistols filled with holy silver bullets stuck on his metal and leather belt, and four bottles filled with red liquid hung on his waist.
That is the more dangerous Holy Fire Oil.
Behind him, he was carrying two assault rifles, and the ring in his hand was filled with dangerous explosives, a sufficient amount of holy silver bullets, and heavy firepower to be used when necessary. From the perspective of a soldier,
Look, you are armed to the teeth.
There was no fear or worry in Tyrion's eyes. As early as the day he met Yuna, he had a vague premonition of today, and he had been preparing for this for a long time.
In front of him were the first few death lords who followed him, Grokush, Roglio, Luminas, Yrel, and Serente, who had a low sense of presence but was responsible for an important mission.
Tyrion's eyes swept over the people in front of him. Even Luminas, who had always been crazy, acted very cautiously at this moment. They were all the real senior leaders of Dark Blade, and they all realized the profound meaning of this conversation.
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"I won't say anything unnecessary. I have handed over my follow-up plans to Alleria and Myra. If I really... In short, they will arrange everything, and you, as the actual members of the Dark Blade Legion,
Controller, I also have a task for you."
The great lord closed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he said:
"If there is no news from me within a month, then several battle groups deployed in Northern Xinjiang and Northrend will go north immediately... The combat goal is very simple. First, wipe out the undead natural disaster forces on the spot! Take over the control
The Royal Helm and Frostmourne will then station themselves on Icecrown Glacier and Storm Peaks, making them an eternal forbidden land and not allowing any living creatures to approach!"
"Second, take over the huge undead army left by the Lich King, then destroy the red dragon army entrenched in Wyrmrest Temple and the blue dragon army in the Borean Tundra, and then seize the Focusing Iris and transport it back
Draenor, hand it over to the Palace of Heavenly Peak, and Lexi and her weapon technicians will be responsible for weaponizing it... Once the Burning Legion invades Azeroth again, they will throw this thing into their largest portal.
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"Third, after completing the first two combat objectives, we mobilized several battle groups to go to the southern border of Kalimdor to find the hidden Titan secret land Uldum. An important facility called the Origin Forge must be controlled by us.
In your hands, any creature that dares to approach there...kill!"
"Do you understand everything?"
The great lord asked softly, and all the death lords raised their arms and hammered them on their chests.
This made Tyrion nod with satisfaction. He took out a battle plan and handed it to the most mature and solemn Grokush, and warned:
"This is the final order to Dai Lin and the Death Fleet. After you take control of the Storm Cliff, transfer it to Dai Lin. He will know what to do."
"Boss, those forgotten kings..."
Glorio whispered:
"How do they handle it?"
Tyrion glanced at Rogge, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said:
"Someone will watch over them for me... If they do something against my wishes, their existence will be unnecessary... I have told you more than once that the Dark Blade will be in Azeroth in the future.
position."
"Let me say it one last time. We are supervisors. We have the most powerful force in the world, but this force is not used to destroy the world. Although the living are short-sighted and unable to see the real danger, they are ignorant and impulsive.
Dominated by various desires, they fight each other and bite each other like wild beasts, but without them, this world will become a stagnant water..."
"Control the desire for destruction in your hearts. Everyone, you are the protectors and enforcers I have trained with my own hands. I believe you are wise enough to discern the waves of the future."
"But the Dark Blade must have a home!"
Tyrion clenched his fists. He looked at the death lords in front of him, as if he was giving instructions:
"If I fail, then you must inherit this mission. I have recorded all the strategic weapons in my memory. You can go find them. After you have accumulated enough strength, Anhelder... I will leave
The leader of the Valkyrie below will take you to the Hades Abyss or Hades Palace. It will be a brutal war, but...if the third hell is destined not to belong to us..."
"Then the Kingdom of Shadow controlled by Hela and the Hades controlled by Bwonsamdi are the positions that the Dark Blade must take down. It will also become the hope of the Dark Blade. It is our last self-salvation..."
"Always remember... friends, brothers."
"Always remember that our cause... is just!"
Tyrion turned around and looked at the black crack behind him that reflected the faint blue light. He stretched out his hand, and the moment it came into contact with the mist, the crack suddenly opened, and the spiritual wind of the world of death flowed from it.
The blow blew out, causing the hair of the death lords behind Tyrion to be blown up. The death energy in their bodies was rolling, resisting the strange power in front of them.
With the white hair of Lord Dark Blade fluttering, he looked back at his companions behind him for the last time, showed them a cold, unemotional smile, and then turned around and jumped in.
Seeing Tyrion's figure swallowed by darkness, Luminas subconsciously took a step forward and stretched out her hand to catch him, but Rogelio stopped her.
"He'll be back!"
Rogge looked at the others and said in a stubborn voice:
"He has never let us down. He will definitely come back and give our leader some confidence. Now, we just need to...just wait with peace of mind!"
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At the same time Tyrion jumped into the Realm of Death, in the southern border of the Kalimdor continent, at the southernmost tip of the Silithus Desert, beside the beetle wall that had towered above the sand for thousands of years.
In the reflection, Fandral Staghelm was standing on a high platform.
Different from his usual attire, today's deer helmet is wearing the battle uniform of the druids, which is a leather armor enchanted with natural magic, backed by a scarlet cloak. Under the scorching sun, deer helmet's figure is
The old man was pulled out from the sand.
Behind him, a large number of wild boars formed a huge phalanx. These barbaric warriors obeyed the guidance of the gods. Their tall bodies were wearing the heaviest armor of the coalition, holding sharp steel weapons, and the leather belts on their belts.
There was also an incredibly powerful bomb in his pocket.
They are savage, but they are also brave. It is these large numbers of wild boar warriors that form the largest heavy infantry regiment in the coalition. When the war begins, they will serve as the vanguard to face the bugs.
On the flanks of the wild boar position are the cavalry and infantry of the Human Empire. They are wearing armor, but they are no longer holding ancient spears and knives, but firearms that shine with metallic light under their eyes.
Behind the infantry square, there is a line of more than 600 artillery positions. Although it is far less sharp than the artillery of the Dark Blade Legion, it is already the most advanced artillery that the Steaming Sand Consortium can come up with.
This is a new type of army that is accepting advanced war concepts and implementing and learning in constant wars. They will verify the results of their learning from the Dark Blade in this vast yellow sand.
On the other side of the wild boar phalanx is the military formation of the orcs and tauren. They are not equipped with as many firearms as the human army, but for these war races with more powerful melee combat capabilities than humans, firearms are still difficult for them.
After adapting to the new weapons, the ones they used more smoothly were the battle axes and swords in their own hands.
The night elves' Sentinel Legion is distributed behind the main front as a mobile force. There are a dozen of their iconic ancient war trees and a company of mountain giant allies, and more are tall wildebeests pulling wooden weapons.
There are carriages, and there are black heavy machine guns erected on the carriages, manned by the best and bravest sentries. Around each machine gun, there are elite shooters holding horned eagle bows to perform precise kills.
The huntresses lined up in three phalanxes rode on black panthers. They still held moon blades and wore insect armor. However, at the request of the coalition forces, each of them was also equipped with a replica of the Steam Sand Consortium on their back, carrying
Bayonet shotgun.
In the sky, there is a large floating island suspended under the scorching sun. It is the rebuilt city of Dalaran. Warlocks and mages have joined the war that is about to begin at the request of the empire. The newly trained warlocks and those from higher
After the war begins, the mages of the elf city of Elrethalas will cooperate with nearly a hundred armed airships of the goblins, two phalanxes of imperial gryphon knights, and five phalanxes of elves hippogryph knights to eliminate them.
Airspace ensures that ground troops will not be disturbed by pesky winged insects.
From a distance, this is a super army that is a mixture of multiple races. In front of this super large military formation of more than 150,000 people, even the most ferocious winds of the Silithus Desert seem worthless.
Mentioned.
In the Cenarion Fortress in the center of the desert, there is also a reserve army of 100,000 people, commanded by the kings of various countries, orc warlords and wild boar priests. When necessary, this huge backup army can attack in 40 minutes.
They rushed to the frontline battlefield within a short period of time, but there was a reason why they stayed behind. In the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, the Insects used huge Nydus Worms to carry out rear attacks.
Therefore, the 100,000 people left behind in the fortress must defend the fortress headquarters to avoid being cut off by the bugs during the fierce battle on the front line. However, during the nearly 10 days of purge, the three largest bugs in Silithus were
The hive city has been completely destroyed by a huge amount of explosives. Although bugs still appear in the center of the desert, they are no longer able to pose an effective threat to the army.
In the Marshall camp in Un'Goro Crater, the more remote logistics base, the Wither Druids are continuously promoting the plants in this basin. Forest elves and powerful Primordial Thorn Beasts are constantly appearing, but because of the large
The climate of the desert is too harsh for these plant life, which directly leads to this huge legion of vegetative beings, which can only be used as surprise troops in dangerous moments...
In that extremely arid environment, even the super strong thorn beasts will die quickly due to dehydration, but with the continuous support of the forest elf troops, it is absolutely impossible for Cenarion Fortress to fall, even at the lowest possible speed.
Looking at the worst case scenario, even if the front line is defeated, the fortress and logistics base can serve as the second line of defense, blocking the Insects at the southern end of the desert.
This is also the confidence for the coalition to send out a very large army at once. They can afford to lose before the entire Un'Goro Crater and the trees in the Feralas Wilderness are consumed.
Deer Helmet, holding the quicksand scepter, looked back at the silent army behind him in the yellow sand. During the battle to clear out the insect nest, every soldier here had dealt with insects. They knew how disgusting and terrifying insects were.
But they are still standing here.
Just like the Kaldorei legions he commanded thousands of years ago...
"This time...it's different."
Deer Helmet clenched his fists. He stood on the high platform of the Beetle Wall. Behind him was the "switch" of the Beetle Wall, an insect gong. Once it was struck with the quicksand scepter full of the power of the dragon,
, then this ancient and high wall will collapse in an instant, and the fallen kingdom that has been sealed behind the wall for a thousand years will also see the light of day again.
That was the scene he hated the most, but now, he wants to take the initiative to complete it.
Staghelm took a deep breath, and he raised the Quicksand Scepter like a war hammer. The next moment, his voice spread throughout the desert.