The two of them have cooperated in the past, so his current decision to instruct the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency to plan the "Prophet's Fall" operation is definitely not out of personal grudges. To be precise, there are two reasons for the birth of this operation.
First, Velen has what he urgently needs, three ships that can sail among the stars and store all the star maps from Draenor to the world of Argus.
The engineering technology in the Black Iron Zone is indeed the most advanced in the entire Azeroth, but relying solely on the natural development of this civilization and relying on those engineers to create a spacecraft that can enter the stars and make long-distance space jumps will require at least
Hundreds of years... The technology tree is not that easy to climb, especially the technology tree of this magical era.
The war with the Legion has entered a new era. According to the news Tyrion received from certain channels, perhaps in a few years, the main army of the Burning Legion from 33 star fields will gather in Marton, and then
Launch the final assault on Azeroth.
In ground battles, under the cover of the power of the Realm of Death, the Dark Blade Legion is not afraid of demons, but in aerial combat, the Dark Blade lags far behind the Legion.
Tyrion must seize all the time to fill this vacancy. Of course, he can also launch a war against the Draenei in the name of nobility, but the current focus of the Dark Blade strategy is still on the Realm of Death, and Tyrion cannot distinguish too much.
There is a lot of power to deal with the draenei people, not to mention that the great lord does not want the draenei civilization to disappear.
So he has to use another method.
The second is Velen himself.
In the entire Azeroth, the life most favored by the Holy Light belongs to the prophet Velen. The power of the Holy Light he possesses is enough to confront the current Tyrion. According to some theories, once such Velen
Falling into death, once one accepts the power of death, the Dark Blade Legion's highest-end combat power will expand to a terrifying level in an instant.
As for the great fusion strategy in the Realm of Death, Tyrion urgently needs a helper who can confront Hela or Bwonsamdi head-on, and Velen is the most suitable one.
And there is one last official reason... The Forgotten Kings' assessment of the Draenei civilization has been completed. This civilization relies too much on Prophet Velen's observations of the future. This behavior of observing the future, in the Stars Escape
At that time, the Draenei escaped countless disasters, but now, they are part of Azeroth's civilization system, and they should integrate into this system.
Unfortunately, due to the existence of Velen, the Draenei basically maintain goodwill towards the Empire and Federation civilization, but like a neutral person, they are unwilling to take sides. This is what the Forgotten Kings do not want to see. Velen
The existence of the draenei has a profound impact on the future of the draenei civilization. If they cannot get rid of the influence of the prophet, the draenei will never be able to truly integrate into the civilization of Azeroth.
The above three points were brought together, and the "Fall of the Prophet" operation was submitted to the great lord. Tyrion did not think for too long before agreeing to the operation. As for the tyrant Vihari, her appearance was just an accident. If it weren't for Yi
Riel recognized this former high-ranking garrison officer on the battlefield. He was afraid that her soul had long been taken into the possession of the great lord and then sold to others.
But in any case, Vihari's hatred for Velen makes her very suitable to join the "Prophet's Fall" operation, and her familiarity with the Burning Legion also makes her occupy a very important position in this plan.
"So, that's it for the preliminary preparations."
Shadow said to the big lord: "We will prepare all the resources needed for the operation within 4-6 months. Probably after the punishment war against the night elves is over, we can launch the "Prophet's Fall" operation. If
If everything goes well, the operation will be completed within one month."
"Well, just go ahead and do it."
Tyrion waved his hand, and Shadow turned around and left with the ambitious Agent Vihari. Just as they were about to enter the elevator, Tyrion seemed to have remembered something, and he said in a hoarse voice of the undead.
:
"Shadow, Alleria has prepared a sumptuous dinner tonight, and has invited friends from the past to join us for dinner... You are not allowed not to come, do you hear me?"
Shadow's footsteps paused at this moment, she was silent for a few seconds, and then made a nasal sound.
"Um"
Weihari secretly looked at her commander. Although she couldn't see the shadow's expression through the white mask, she could guess from the narrowed eyes that the shadow should be smiling, and it looked like
She was in a very good mood.
In other words, there may be some... not so legitimate relationship between him, the commander, and the cold and majestic lord.
Tyrion didn't know that his new subordinate was gossiping about his love life. He was very busy. Less than 10 minutes after Shadow left, a new visitor arrived.
That's a...well, a dwarf.
Master Warlock Wilfred held his demonic staff and walked out of the elevator under the leadership of a death knight. This sinister and timid dwarf came to the Dark Temple for the first time. He represented the black
Sickle Council, but in his heart he is still full of fear of the terrifying Dark Blade Lord. As a warlock, he understands better than many people what the Lord has done in the past ten years.
Everything will give him nightmares at night... You see, he is an evil warlock who plays with demons and people's hearts, but he still cannot get rid of the shackles of his race. The dwarf's bone-deep neurosis and timidity still affect him.
Walking on the large platform of the Dark Temple, Wilfred felt a hint of coldness. He couldn't help but tighten the black hood around him, and secretly cursed his boss Kel'Thuzad, that arrogant fool,
He probably didn't like him, so he probably sent him to die.
"Are you the messenger of the Black Scythe Council?"
Tyrion leaned on the cold throne and looked down at the trembling short man. His cold gaze made Wilfred kneel on the ground and said in a humble voice:
"Ah, the great Lord Tyrion, I have brought the answer from the great warlock of Kel'Thuzad..."
"explain!"
There was no change in Tyrion's eyes, but Wilfred felt the chill on the great lord's body. He swallowed and spoke Kel'Thuzad's answer exactly as it was:
"Kel'Thuzad said...he said...if you don't return his cat to him, he will never be able to cooperate with the Darkblade. Well, this is not what I want to say, High Lord. I personally feel sorry for the Darkblade."
The legion admires you very much, especially your legendary story, and other members of the Black Scythe Council are also looking forward to cooperating with the Dark Blade, but our boss is such a... well, a maverick."
As he spoke, the dwarf warlock raised his head and looked at Tyrion with a flattering look. He pointed his finger at his head and said in a sharp voice unique to the dwarf:
"You know, warlocks play with evil energy, which is a bit mentally stimulating. Our boss has fallen too deeply into evil energy, and his brain sometimes doesn't work well... But believe me, this is not a declaration of war.
This is not..."
"Okay, dwarf!"
Tyrion interrupted Wilfred's rambling explanation. He looked at the dwarf and said softly:
"I know Kel'Thuzad better than you do. He wants his cat, right? Then I will give it back to him."
As he spoke, the great lord stretched out his fingers, and as the space tore apart, he grabbed Mr. Bigworth in Stormwind City. In the flash of light and shadow, a fat big cat appeared in Tyrion.
On the armrest of the throne, this black and white wizard cat is at least 3 times fatter than the skinny kitten before, and most importantly...
Three black and white kittens, almost identical to the original Mr. Bigworth, were lying on the back of Mr. Bigworth in a playful way, making childish noises.
Making a mess of their daddy's beautiful hair.
And our Mr. Bigglesworth looks hopeless...
There is no doubt that these three kittens are his children, and they also have pure wizard cat blood flowing in their bodies.
Several years have passed since he was taken away from Kel'Thuzad, and Mr. Bigglesworth has also transformed from the kitten he was before to the current father cat. In the past few years, he has been Tai
It is a very important part of the Rayon family. Several girls treat it as a treasure, give it the best food and give it the best enjoyment. The result is that the wizard cat that should be agile and dexterous has now become a
Lazy big fat cat.
In the past few years, Dornan searched hard in the two worlds, and finally found another pure-blood wizard cat from the Syndra Highborne who had joined the Federation, and she happened to be a beautiful female, so he compared
Mr. Gwath got an extra wife, and two rare wizard cats formed a family in the Dark Temple, and had offspring.
"Meow~"
The three little kittens were not afraid of the great lord's death majesty. They were lying on the armrests of the great lord's cold throne as if they were playing a game, while the fat Mr. Bigworth was held in Tyrion's arms.
The high lord stroked the cat's hair and whispered:
"Remember Kel'Thuzad?"
"Meow~"
The lazy Mr. Bigworth meowed without raising his head, which meant that he still remembered his master.
"So, are you willing to go back? He obviously misses you very much."
This sentence made Mr. Bigglesworth, who looked indifferent, suddenly raise his head. His beautiful pupils stared at Tyrion's eyes. After confirming that the big lord was not joking, the smart wizard cat jumped
After taking off the arm of the great lord, it half-crouched in front of Tyrion, like a real human being, and nodded to Tyrion.
"Meow~"
It barked again, and then looked at its three children. A trace of tenderness flashed in the big fat cat's eyes. It tilted its head and stared at the big lord, its tail sweeping on the ground.
"Meow~"
"Well, okay."
Tyrion also nodded to Mr. Bigworth:
"I welcome you back at any time. Don't forget that Miss Morty is still here waiting for you, as well as your three children. Of course I will not stop you from meeting. You also have the space coordinates of the Dark Temple... But I
Trust me, you won’t share it with anyone else, right?”
"Meow~"
Mr. Bigworth blinked meekly. The next moment, a black badge with a blue ribbon appeared on Tyrion's finger. He bent down and put the badge on Bigworth's finger.
Sir’s neck, and then patted its head:
"So now, I appoint you as the ambassador of the Dark Blade Legion to the Black Sickle Council. You must promote the cooperation between the Dark Blade Legion and the Black Sickle Council, and urge Kel'Thuzad to complete the things I need him to do... Are there any questions?
?Ambassador Beagleworth?”
"Meow!"
Mr. Bigworth's answer was a little firm this time, like a soldier on a mission. He nodded to Tyrion, and then patted the three little kittens squatting in front of him one by one.
His head was like that of his father before leaving. Finally, amid the sad calls of the three little kittens, Mr. Bigglesworth turned around and jumped on the shoulders of the dwarf warlock Wilfred.
It squatted on the dwarf's shoulder. As if by magic, its fat body quickly lost weight. In the blink of an eye, it returned to its original appearance when it left Kel'Thuzad. It stretched out its claws and pointed at
His child waved goodbye to the big lord, and a blue light of space magic enveloped it and the dwarf's body.
The next moment, amidst the panicked screams of the dwarf warlock, one person and one cat disappeared...
Mr. Bigworth is a rare pure-blood wizard cat, and it only uses teleportation. You don't think it can't use it, right?
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"Boom"
The low dark thunder rolled in the deep clouds, and what sounded together with the sound was the pale lightning that kept turning in the dim sky. It was the only light in this hell of howling ghosts and howling wolves, and it disappeared in a flash.
In the pale luster, the scene of this hell will be displayed before the eyes of every unlucky person who enters it.
The endlessly churning sea of gray mist, the broken wreckage that has lost its mind like a zombie and only knows how to plunder and destroy, the skeletal warriors stumbling on the coast entangled with seaweed and barnacles, and the tumbling beasts in the air
Unknown, those cages are extremely withered, exuding a disgusting smell, and the souls in the cages are being tortured for eternity.
This is hell...another hell!
"Boom"
With another thunder, the shadow Val'kyr with flapping black wings appeared in front of the visitor. She looked at the tall creature in front of her with malicious eyes and said in an obscure voice:
"Get out! Devil, this is not the place you should be!"
"Oh? Really?"
The third lord of the Fear Council, the Nathrezim demon lord Mephistros with blue and white wings, raised his head and looked at the Val'kyr in front of him without fear. He said in a harsh voice:
"Then go back and tell your master... just say..."
"I, the messenger of goodwill from the deceiver, am here!"
"Let Hela come out to see me...Legion's friendship is not so easy to refuse!"
