In the dim night of the Broken Beach, the Sarain agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency were lurking on the commanding heights of the beach, using their excellent eyesight to observe the green light spots that kept appearing below. On the side of Level 8 agent Marais
He looked around cautiously and reported everything he saw to the recorder around him.
This young lady’s voice sounded like an insect buzzing in the night, with a special rhythm to it:
"The 24 legion portals are working hard to transport the demon army into Azeroth... They have also built a large-scale energy concealment barrier. These idiots have finally learned a little bit wiser."
"But that's all they do... Before they realize it, they have stepped into a carefully laid trap... The devil is just stupid!"
After finishing her rant, Miss Marais blinked her eyes and said to the recorder beside her:
"Just report back to the rear. There is nothing to see here. Currently, the demon army is commanded by two high-level demon lords. One is more focused on spells and the other is more focused on melee combat. They are both Eredar."
"The number of demons is increasing exponentially, and will be all over the Broken Shore in about 10 minutes. According to the current scale of demon activities, they are likely to rapidly expand outward at that node, or use it as a frontline base to build some
Energy attack facilities and the like.”
The person who serves as the recorder is also a vampire, but it is not Sarain, but a human vampire wearing a hood. These dark phantoms who have inherited the weakened Sarain bloodline are currently the main source of agents for the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency. They have a deep understanding of the shadows.
Their affinity ensures that they can become excellent agents with only simple training.
But just when the recorder picked up the Apexis crystal for communication, Marais suddenly pressed her finger. The previously careless Salaine agent was like a hunter who had discovered his prey at this moment.
Become quite focused.
"Record! Important battle report!"
"In the direction of the Tomb of Sargeras, there is a portal fluctuation. It is... the second batch of demonic armies that have landed, and they look very elite... Wait, there are three high-ranking lords among them, one of them,
Seems like a big shot..."
While Marais was silently observing, she saw a dark green portal opening at the entrance to the Tomb of Sargeras. An elite army composed of tall, heavily armed Fel Lords emerged from the portal.
They walked out and were guarded by a demon who was taller than the other eredar demon lords.
After its appearance, the demon lord who was originally guarding the entrance to the Tomb of Sargeras seemed to have a conversation with it. In just a few minutes, they quickly unlocked the enchantment of the Tomb of Sargeras.
Then he entered it with a lot of demons.
This move made Agent Marais's beautiful red eyes narrow. She thought for a few seconds, then picked up the communication crystal in the recorder's hand and tuned it to a special frequency:
"Sir, this is the "Mockingbird" outpost. I have important information to report. The four demon lords responsible for this large-scale legion invasion just entered the Tomb of Sargeras. Obviously, in that cemetery
There is something they need, and that is probably the purpose of their coming here. Since the Tomb of Sargeras currently no longer has a complete protective barrier, no matter what they need, they can get it quickly...
"
"I suggest... that the hunting operation be carried out in advance, it is best to start now!"
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"Great Lord, this is the latest battle report! It's urgent!"
In the wilderness of the Realm of Death, in front of the newly built forward fortress, four fully armed battle groups are ready. Although in this world, the undead have gained the senses of life, but long-term training and darkness
The impression created by the Blade Legion in their souls allowed these soldiers who once again felt the touch of breathing to still maintain the most perfect warrior posture.
The commanders of the four war groups were also conducting final inspections before the war began. In a busy and chilling wilderness, Tyrion also put on all his armor for the first time in a long time, like a dark dragon.
The heavy weight of the armor pressed down on his body, but to the great lord of the Realm of Death, this weight was as heavy as a feather.
After hearing Shadow's report, Tyrion reached out and took the battle report. He held it in his hand, and after just one glance, the great lord's eyes narrowed:
"The devil is trying to get something in the Tomb of Sargeras? Let me think about it, the two most valuable things in that tomb were already obtained by us a long time ago... Oh, I know!
"
The high lord recalled the scene when they were chasing Gul'dan a few years ago. At that time, when he went deep into the deepest part of the tomb, he saw a secret place buried underground almost to the center of the earth. At that time,
He didn't go down to investigate, but the smell of evil energy was still fresh in his memory. No matter what was there, it should be something closely related to the Legion.
"How could it be taken away by them..."
The great lord moved his neck. In this living world, his bones collided with each other, and the bones made a cracking sound. He nodded to the shadow. The next moment, some kind of authority in the world of death
Moved by him, the high lord's deep voice sounded in the hearts of every soldier in the Dark Blade Legion at this moment.
"Soldiers standing here... you are the most elite soldiers in the entire Dark Blade Legion! Each of you has experienced countless fights..."
"I once promised to give the Dark Blade Legion a home. Now, you have seen it. You are standing on the home of the Dark Blade. One day, each of you will get a new one here. You
The life you long for...this is the promise I made to you, and I have fulfilled it!"
Tyrion's voice became deeper at this moment:
"But, not today!"
"I don't want to do any trick of selecting the favored ones, nor do I want to squeeze the last bit of your strength! But brothers, right now, outside, the demons have landed in this world. They thought we didn't notice their little tricks.
They think the world is afraid of their power, yes, they are doing whatever they want!"
"Most of you are from Draenor. You died in the wars in recent decades. The orcs and the draenei were the blood feud between the two races. What exactly caused your death? I believe
You know better than I do...and what I want to say is..."
Tyrion paused briefly. After a few seconds, his voice sounded again. It no longer had the cold and silent interior of the undead. Instead, it was filled with emotions bursting out like a living person, like a blazing fire:
"That's why I'm here with you!"
"The battle that belongs to us and the battle that belongs to the dead is not over yet!"
"At least I, the demons outside, and I still have some accounts to settle!"
Tyrion waved his fingers in the air a few times, and a dark crack between the realm of death and the outside world slowly opened at this moment, like a dark whirlpool. Tyrion stood in front of the passage, his fingers
In a blink of an eye, the Ashbringer appeared in his hand. He held the sword and stood in front of the Dark Blade soldiers of the four battle groups. He asked loudly:
"Is there anyone who doesn't want to go with me to collect debt? I'll give you 10 seconds to leave..."
Behind him, everything was silent.
Luminas, fully armed and holding the restored holy sword Quel'Sera.
Saurfang is riding on a restless war horse and holding a black battle ax.
Rogelio stood in front of the artillery unit like a cold sculpture with a war bow on his back.
Finally, there is Myra wearing a fiery red robe, holding an ice scepter with a calm expression.
The four death lords followed their leader closely, and behind the lords, all the soldiers held weapons. Although their senses had been restored, their expressions were still as cold and fearless as the undead. Their hearts
, has been tempered like steel in the endless flames of war.
10 seconds passed in an instant, and no one moved or even made a sound.
"very good..."
Tyrion reached out and wiped it on his forehead, and a dark crown given by the Realm of Death appeared on his head. After the black energy solidified, it looked like a black crown of thorns like a battle helmet.
.
This is not that he has regained the title of King of the Dark Blade, this is just a medium for the power of the Death Realm... As long as they are within the range covered by Tyrion's will, all the souls of those who died in battle will return to the wilderness of the Death Realm.
This is the ability that belongs to the Lord of Souls, this is the authority of the manager of the Realm of Death, and this is the new trump card of the Dark Blade Legion.
From now on, in the world of Azeroth, do you want to fight a numerical war with the Dark Blade Legion?
No one can win!
Even if it's a demon...
"Then, tonight...since they are here, don't even think about leaving..."
Tyrion took a step forward, and his figure was swallowed up by the shining curtain of darkness. At this moment, his voice also sounded in the two worlds. It was a cold, low, thunderous voice:
"Dark Blade Legion...come with me..."
"Join the hunt!"
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"Whoosh, whoosh"
In the middle of the night, the surging sound of the tide kept ringing along the coastline of Broken Beach, like an annoying piece of music that couldn't be stopped at all.
"Tyrant" Haveli stood on the coastal sentry not far from the Tomb of Sargeras with several of his Fel Lord guards. This female Ari has shown her ruthless side in countless wars.
Commander Da was very quiet at this moment.
There was a quiet aura that did not belong to the devil that enveloped her body, which made the demon sergeants who had followed Haveli for more than ten years somewhat confused, but Haveli did have something on his mind.
Azeroth, this is different from every world she has experienced in the past, because in this world, there is a person she desperately wants to kill... the prophet of the Draenei, Velen!
More than 200 years ago, Haveli was still a garrison officer who believed in the Holy Light. She followed the prophet Velen and left her hometown to live in exile among the stars. Life was very difficult. They hid in the starship protected by the Naaru.
Hiding among the stars like a mouse, every few years, compatriots who could not bear the despair of the future committed suicide, but even at that time, Haveli never lost his faith in the Holy Light.
After falling into the world of Draenor, Haveli was also a little confused, especially after the draenei people lived in that world for nearly 200 years under the leadership of Velen. She once thought that Draenor was the future of her people.
Unfortunately, just when Haveli was full of naive hope for the future, the orcs who were bewitched by demons... started a war.
Once, in Northrend, Grand Vindicator Maraad told Thrall the story of how the Draenei city of Taymor was breached by the orcs through cunning tactics, and that story also belonged to Haveli's story... Harvey
Li will never forget the three hellish years she spent after the city of Taymor was broken. She was captured by the orcs and lived as a slave for three full years...
It was hell, and Haveli finally crawled out of hell. She joined the Burning Legion and became the Destroyer she once hated most. And the source of all these changes was because of Velen's cowardice! Because of the Prophet's
inability!
Like Yrel who had been resurrected by Tyrion, Haveli also realized from hell the root cause of all the suffering the draenei suffered in Draenor.
She wanted to kill the prophet...kill it with her own hands, or be killed by the prophet, to end her painful life.
"Maybe..."
"Tyrant" Haveli, wearing the Burning Legion's Destroyer Helmet, murmured to himself: "This is the end of the story..."
"Chief! Look at the beach!"
At this moment, the shout of a fel lord awakened Haveli. The tyrant turned around and looked at a deep, lightless sea. Before she noticed it, the sea in front of her was suddenly filled with strange things.
Fog, thick fog, between the fog, even with Haveli's excellent vision, she could only see a rolling sea of darkness...
Wait, there is someone on top of the rolling tide!
A man with a sword!
who is he?
As a single person, approaching the devil's position in the dark, does he want to die?
The tyrant narrowed her eyes, and through the strange fog, she saw the man above the tide. He started running, like a charging warrior on the sea, but... no matter how powerful, there is only one person.
Haveli shook it, she stretched out her finger, and a magic cannon slowly rose up, but at the next moment, the sound of the rolling tide suddenly stopped, and a chilling air made Haveli's raised finger shake.
, the tyrant looked back again, this time, she saw...
That submerged the entire sea surface, and even the rolling tide was flattened in an instant...the Deathly Silence Army!
Haveli has never seen the battle flag floating over the Sea of Darkness, but she has heard about Archimonde's death in battle, she has also heard about Kazzak's disastrous defeat in Draenor, she has heard about this
