5. A knife in the back!---For the super Xiaoxuanxuan brothers [8/10]
No matter what kind of cruel war, no matter what the purpose of this war, no matter what the reason for this war is, children... children are always innocent.
Tyrion is not a nosy person. He is dead and has lost everything he has, but he still has his own bottom line. No normal person will watch innocent children being killed and remain indifferent.
, Tyrion is just dead, he is not crazy.
While patrolling at night, he accidentally met these children who were being hunted. He decided to help them, and the ones who were chasing them were orcs... This couldn't be better.
"boom"
The panicked orc scout ran towards the forest, trying to escape with his life from the sudden appearance of the evil star, but behind him, Tyrion swung a sword in the direction of his escape without even looking.
The heavy and deadly frost storm smashed along the blade and came into contact with the fleeing orc's body. The impact of the cold wind froze his legs at an extremely fast speed and absorbed the heat from his body.
"puff"
Tyrion swung his sword and beheaded the orc in front of him. He turned his head, his ice-blue eyes were cold. He raised his finger and hooked it, and the smelly blood spurted out from the escaper's wound, bringing with it a trace of blood.
took the last part of his life.
"Plop"
In an instant, the orc, who was more than ten years older, knelt on the ground. His body hit the ground, splashing a layer of frozen dust. His death was silent and meaningless.
This brutal killing was witnessed by three children in the water.
In just one minute, 7 orcs and 7 wolves disappeared under the sword of the black-armored knight riding a dragon. The strong orcs were like lambs to be slaughtered in front of him, and their counterattacks failed.
Touching his body, with blood splattering, the knight killed all the orcs with astonishing efficiency.
The blood ball suspended in the air was thrown to the ground by him in disgust, and then... he turned around.
Those ice-blue eyes emitted a certain kind of light in the night, which made Varian feel shuddering, but before the children could say anything, Tyrion stretched out his fingers in their direction, and the next moment, blood flowed out.
The red death grip flew out of Tyrion's hand and latched onto the bodies of the three children, pulling them out of his hands as the world spun around.
"Papa pa pa"
The prince and princess hit the soft ground. Varian didn't care to celebrate his escape. He held the sword tightly in his hand because he could feel that the silent dark knight in front of him was more dangerous than those orcs!
He stood up shakily, dragging his wet clothes with him, and stood in front of Kalia and Arthas. He clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands and looked at the knight in front of him. His throat moved up and down, representing his fear.
.
When Varian was massaging Tyrion, Tyrion also looked at the child in front of him. He was wearing gorgeous clothes and ribbons. These were decorations that could only be used by the royal family. Judging from his age, Tyrion
I probably know his identity.
Varian Wrynn, the exiled prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind, will become the absolute core king of the Alliance in the future, and the man holding on to Varian's clothes, hiding behind him, looking at him in horror, has beautiful blond hair
The little boy is probably the famous Arthas Menethil.
There was a strange flash in Tyrion's ice-blue eyes. Could this be considered a fateful encounter?
The first generation Death Knight and the future second generation Death Knight...
For a moment, the idea of killing Arthas here jumped into Tyrion's mind, but he was immediately rejected.
As long as he dares to hurt Arthas and Varian, Tyrion can be sure that within a day, he will be madly besieged by the violent bronze dragon. The fate carried by the two boys in front of him is too important, so important that as long as
A little change, and the future will be very different.
"call..."
Tyrion exhaled for a long time, shook his head, and turned around to leave without saying a word.
"not the right time yet..."
Seeing the dark knight riding on the terrifying zombie dragon, Varian felt relieved. But just as Tyrion was flying up on the zombie dragon, Varian suddenly put down his sword and attacked him.
shouted:
"Whoever you are...thank you!"
This thank you made Terry stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The next moment, the zombie dragon let out an unpleasant roar, flapped its withered wings full of holes, and flew into the dark sky.
In less than 2 minutes, the dwarf prince, whose armor was stained with blood and minced meat, appeared beside the prince and princess on a war goat. Seeing that the three little guys were safe, Muradin was relieved.
However, he soon noticed the brutal killing field around the princes. From the perspective of an old warrior, an inhumane massacre definitely took place here.
"This was definitely not your doing, Varian..."
Muradin stepped forward, patted the shoulder of the prince who was shivering in the cold wind, and asked in a low voice:
"Who helped you?"
"A knight! Mentor, it was a dark knight who helped us!"
Prince Alsace, who was tightly hugged by the frightened Princess Kalia, raised his head. After the fear disappeared, the child cheered to some extent. He witnessed and participated in a legendary story. He quickly replied:
"He is riding a dragon! Mentor, a dead dragon! It can still move, and its eyes are red. The knight's eyes are blue, like ice!"
Varian thought for a moment and added:
"He is like a mage. He fights with ice, but he can also control blood. I saw him draw a lot of blood from the orc's body! Oh, by the way, it was an elf! I saw his pointed ears."
"The hammer of the forge is up there!"
Muradin let out a sigh in the style of a dwarf. He was a little scared. From Alsace's description, he was clearly a death knight... But hell, how could a death knight help the alliance? He was a bastard of the tribe!
Questions that he couldn't figure out for a moment were thrown there. This was the style of the dwarves. So the next moment, Muradin said to the children:
"It's great that you are safe. Come on! Follow old Muradin and I will send you to the camp. I also want to help Dathrohan."
You see, even the power of evil can be used for good. For example, on this night, the Death Knight became the hero of the children, even if they didn't even know his name.
On the other side, just when the siege of Lordaeron had reached its most frenzied stage, in the Stratholme area not far from the Tirisfal area, among the tribal rear troops led by Saurfang, a
Events of great significance are taking place.
Due to the failure of Quel'Thalas' attack, which resulted in the death of Dragonmaw chief Zuluhed, the Dragonmaw clan was divided. Not all Dragonmaw orcs were willing to accept Orgrim's orders.
In this case, the main body of this army is composed of Gul'dan's Stormrage clan and Cho'gall's Twilight's Hammer clan.
Saurfang didn't think there was any problem with this. In his opinion, Gul'dan was destroyed by Tyrion, and he no longer had much of a threat. But the warlord forgot one question... Gul'dan is a warlock.
Warlocks, on the other hand, do not die that easily.
"Uh...uh..."
Saurfang woke up from the most painful slumber. His head hurt, as if he had been hit head-on by the Draenei war elephant knight, but soon he recovered from the pain.
He tried to turn his body over, but felt something cold on his wrist, so he moved his wrist.
"boom"
The sound of metal collision made his eyes widen. The orc warlord lowered his head and saw that his body was tightly tied to a cold stone by chains. His whole body was weak and painful, as if he was dehydrated. This was obviously
It's...poisoned.
He raised his head with difficulty and wanted to make a sound, but a rag was blocked in his mouth, and he could only make a weak hum. At the dawn of dawn, he soon saw the people who had been summoned.
Most of the orcs who got up were orcs and ogres from the Ravager clan and the Twilight's Hammer clan. He had a premonition that... something was about to happen.
"What a disgusting sunshine..."
Gul'dan, who had changed his body, still looked like an old man. Although he used the magic of a warlock to transform this body, making it look exactly like his former self, the underlying corpse smell was still there.
Gul'dan couldn't feel happy.
But no matter what, the long-prepared plan was about to be implemented, which gave Gul'dan a unique expectation in his heart.
He leaned on the bone staff and stepped onto the high platform in the camp step by step. Behind him, his apprentice Cho'gall was as respectful as before.
Standing under the high platform in the sun, Gul'dan's dark red eyes looked at the thousands of orcs and ogres gathered in front of him. He coughed lightly, moved his fingers slightly, and his magic power burst out. The next moment, his voice spread throughout the world.
covered the entire camp.
"The orcs of the Ravager clan!"
"The ogres of the Twilight's Hammer clan..."
"I am Gul'dan. You all know me. I am the leader of the Shadow Council and the ancestor of the warlocks. It was I who built the Dark Portal and saved you from a world on the verge of death. It was I who led you to kill
Enter the Kingdom of Stormwind and occupy the first territory for the tribe to rest and recuperate!"
"I should have been the hero of the tribe! Blackhand and Blackhand thought so too, but unfortunately, Orgrim took over the position of warchief in a despicable way! He crazily slaughtered the Shadow Council, which was crucial to the tribe.
, let the orc use his precious life to realize his arrogant fantasy!"
"That's a tyrant! That's a madman! You all know it!"
Gul'dan's dangerous words made Saurfang, who was tied up in the shadows, widen his eyes. The curses Tyrion shouted when he left Quel'Thalas suddenly came to his mind...
"Gul'dan will steal the Horde's victory, just like you stole my victory!"
Saurfang thought it was just the unwillingness of the loser, but now it seems that the death knight...may have guessed everything before him!
But Gul'dan's provocation and instigation continued.
"That was the conquest of Orgrim, what does that have to do with us? You are all geniuses who once practiced warlock magic. You should have easily destroyed everything in front of you with your strength, but now you are forced to fight like rude warriors.
,who caused this?”
Gul'dan's voice became sinister:
"It's Orgrim! He's our "Warchief". I want to say, as warlocks, shouldn't we pursue power? Which normal person would lock power in a box and not take it out for use? I, Ancient
Erdan, the first warlock, here, I assure you, we don't have to endure this anymore!"
"I have discovered the supreme secret of this world! I will take you to find it! Believe me... As a warlock, as a leader, I have never let down the members of the Shadow Council, and now, I will not let you down either.
You will be disappointed!"
"To hell with Orgrim's conquests!"
"Next, we have to make a choice for our future! Those who are willing to follow me and pursue powerful power raise their hands!"
"Swish, swish, swish"
The Ravager Clan was founded by Gul'dan, and they recruited all orcs who had studied warlock magic but were forced to give it up. In any force, there are those who are dissatisfied with the status quo, and they are Gul'dan's natural supporters.
As for the truth about the Twilight's Hammer clan... they are a group of hidden cultists who only obey Cho'gall's orders. And now that Cho'gall is standing next to Gul'dan, it's obvious what choice to make.
As for those who are unwilling to obey... the warlocks will not show mercy. Of course, if Zuluhid of the Dragonmaw clan had not died, Gul'dan's betrayal would not have gone so smoothly. The Dragonmaw clan has the largest number of people.
Yes, that is also an important force used by Saurfang to check Gul'dan.
But the knife Miss Luminas slashed in the forest of Quel'Thalas really helped Gul'dan!
Looking at the arms full in front of him, Gul'dan smiled proudly. He turned his head and showed a dangerous smile to Saurfang, who was struggling crazily.
"Then let's go! Brothers, rebuild the Shadow Council! Let the tribe die! When we come back, this world, all worlds... will be ours!"
"Burn this place, take all the supplies... let's go!"
When the first ray of fire started to dance in the camp, the desperate Saurfang roared crazily in his heart:
