The battle came and went even faster. When the roaring gods of death streaked across the sky with various strange traces and rushed into the demon legions in all directions like a black torrent, those tall ones had not yet reacted.
The demons were cut down to the ground easily like wheat in a wheat field. The ghost war scythes of the Death Gods were directly aimed at the souls. For these demon soldiers, with just a slight wave, their weak souls would be destroyed.
Take it away directly.
The cracks in the Realm of Death opened in the sky, like a passage to another world. The three demon warships patrolling in the sky were caught off guard by the cracks. They didn't even have time to slow down and crashed into the Realm of Death.
In the midst of it, the strange world instantly peeled off the souls of the demons driving the battleships, and then captured the steel battleships, allowing them to "land" in a parabolic posture in the vast wilderness of the Realm of Death.
superior.
And in the center of this battlefield chasing death, the Death Lord who was wielding an unparalleled sword in Azsuna's decadent palace 20 minutes ago was as obedient as a quail, standing there with his hands tied, without saying a word.
He didn't even blink, just like a sculpture.
The little star was hiding behind Luminas in fear. She looked at the big lord who suddenly appeared in front of her with the same eyes as the world-destroying devil. The slender back was obviously an elf like Luminas, but as long as it wasn't
Even a blind man could easily feel the difference between the two. There were little black and gray stars on his face and he asked carefully:
"Crazy woman, who is this person?"
"Quiet! Don't talk!"
Ruminas scolded without looking back:
"The distinguished boss is here, we have no right to speak, especially you...shut up!"
This scolding made Little Xingxing frown, but considering that Tyrion's previous appearance was so shocking, she didn't say anything. Instead, she squatted on the ground and began to observe the man who was bound by evil energy.
Comatose ghost.
As for Tyrion, the high lord did feel a little angry because of Luminas' carelessness, but after actually arriving at this place, he became curious about the surrounding environment and the demon lord in front of him.
He stood in front of Hasabel who was kneeling on the ground and bound by the energy of death. He looked at the Eredar demon and said softly:
"You're new here, right?"
Hasabel lowered her head and said nothing. As early as when she was in Argus, she had heard that a death knight named Tyrion was very powerful, but now she has seen it with her own eyes... A guy of this level can only be killed.
Do you call it "awesome"? Those bastards who spread rumors are going to kill her now.
"Buzz"
A black-red energy sword appeared in Tyrion's hand. He pressed the sharp blade against Hasabel's chin and raised the well-maintained Eredar demon lord's face. He calmly
He looked at those eyes with a hint of fear, then stretched out his other hand and lightly snapped his fingers. The next moment, in the rotation of the dark vortex of the Realm of Death, a sneaky Draenei died.
The knight walked out of it, and then stood beside the great lord in a very dog-legged posture.
Tyrion asked without looking back:
"She's new here, right?"
The Draenei death knight who was summoned looked at Hasabel in front of him with his gray eyes. Hasabel was also looking at him. Although his appearance had changed, Hasabel still felt that he should recognize the person in front of him.
The outline of this wretched Draenei's face is very familiar.
"Yes, Lord!"
The Draenei death knight rubbed his hands and said to the high lord with a lively and flattering smile:
"This guy's name is Hasabel. She used to be the portal guardian of the world of Argus. She is a greedy bastard and Kil'jaeden's loyal henchman. But with all due respect, the great lord, it is important to keep this guy alive.
It’s more cost-effective than killing her..."
"Um?"
Tyrion made a confused nasal sound, and the Draenei death knight beside him immediately explained:
"Hasabel was able to become the guardian of the portal. In addition to being luckier and better at flattering, she also benefited from her study experience at Makere Magic Academy. Although her attainments in space science and astrology are not as good as
But I, but the Great Lord, she is indeed familiar with the rules of star teleportation, and also has the ability to repair large teleportation gates..."
The Draenei death knight glanced at Hasabel, flicked his tail, and said to the high lord:
"And I, I also need an assistant... On my own, if I want to build the star portal from Azeroth to Mardun, even if I already have precise coordinates, it will still cost a lot of money.
It will take several years, but with her help, this time will be greatly shortened!"
"Um...okay."
Tyrion thought for a moment, then retracted the black-red sword. He shook his fingers, then turned and walked towards his followers:
"Then, she is left to you, my great craftsman of Malzak. I hope to hear good news from you soon... Go to work."
At this moment, Hasabel, whose body was bound by death energy and waiting to die, suddenly raised her head. She stared fiercely at the Draenei death knight in front of her, and she cursed in a low voice:
"Marzak, I knew you, you traitor! You actually betrayed the legion and took refuge in the undead. What a shame!"
"Shut up, Hasabel!"
Malzak, who had a new body and new strength, grabbed Hasabel's arm unceremoniously and roughly dragged the eredar demon lord towards the portal leading to the Realm of Death. As he walked, he
While scolding:
"If it weren't for the fact that we were the same graduates of Macaire College, do you think I would go to all the trouble to save you? You don't know the true attitude of the high lord towards demons. If you weren't still useful, you
His soul has long been thrown into the soul oven of the Realm of Death, or worse... sold to those greedy psychotic warlocks... My final question is, you have no intention of living as a slave for the rest of your life, right?
Bar?"
Hearing this, and thinking about Tyrion's true power, Hasabel gave up decisively. This is how it is. Guys who are greedy by nature usually cherish their lives, plus the pain of being abandoned by Kil'jaeden.
After this experience, a strange idea suddenly appeared in Hasabel's mind.
Maybe... changing a boss is not something that is difficult to accept. Anyway, it has been so miserable. No matter how bad the treatment is, it will be much better than now.
Once this person's mentality changes, his way of thinking about problems will naturally change.
Hasabel secretly glanced at Tyrion's cold back, and asked in a low voice:
"Tell me honestly, Malzak, do you think these undead can win against the Legion?"
"I don't know, little Hasabel."
Death Knight Malzak shrugged and threw Hasabel into the whirlpool door of the Realm of Death. A wicked smile appeared on his lips:
"But you don't have a choice anymore, do you?"
On the other side, Tyrion walked up to Luminas who was pretending to be a sculpture. He stared at his subordinate with his icy blue eyes. Luminas, who was standing in front of him, looked at him without squinting, with the expression of a standard Dark Blade soldier.
He stood there with his hands tied, acting like an ace soldier on standby, without any trace of his previous embarrassing posture.
"well..."
Tyrion sighed in a very humane manner and waved his hand:
"The Dark Blade Legion has lost all its face by you... I'm too lazy to reprimand you anymore, Lumi. You'd better think carefully about how to face the War Council's inquiry."
Luminas, who had a serious face at first, suddenly fell down when she heard the word "question". She grabbed Tyrion's wrist, as if coquettishly, and muttered:
"No, boss, I know you are the most merciful. If I am really thrown into the interrogation meeting, the old warlords Blackhand and Saurfang will definitely skin me and cramp me! Look at me for the Dark Blade this time
For the sake of your great achievements, please spare me!"
"Um?"
Tyrion, with a cold expression, glanced at Luminas:
"Great achievement? I don't see any merit other than seeing you fleeing in battle... You may not be able to defeat just two demon lords, but don't tell me that you still need to ask for help in the face of such an enemy?
Or ask me directly for help? Do you know how busy I am every day?"
"You can definitely escape."
Miss Luminas curled her lips and said:
"But being surrounded and beaten up would be painful, and even more embarrassing... But then again, I have found the Tide Stone!"
The Death Lord took a step forward arrogantly, pulling aside the little Xingxing who was trembling with his head in his hands because he felt Tyrion's terrifying breath of death at close range, and then pointed at the unconscious figure on the ground.
The ghost prince said to the great lord:
"Him! He must know the location of the Tide Stone, and it was in order to save him that I had to seek support, boss."
Luminas defended herself:
"The demon's siege will definitely not kill me, but if I don't ask for help, this important person will be snatched away by the demon. By then, it will be difficult for us to get it back."
"etc!"
Tyrion ignored the unconscious ghost prince lying on the ground. Instead, he turned his attention to Little Xingxing who was hiding aside with a fearful face, like a frightened little beast. He looked at the little blue dragon, Little Xingsing's
Magical disguise could not hide the great lord's spiritual vision at all. After a moment, the great lord said softly:
"A pure-blooded blue dragon that does not belong to the Demonic Nexus. Interesting... What is your name? My child."
"Her name is Little Star! A silly name."
Luminas hurriedly answered on behalf of Little Xingxing, but was glared at by Tyrion, and immediately stood aside with her head raised. Probably aware of Tyrion's kindness, Little Xingxing raised her head tremblingly,
Looking at the man in front of her who had the temperament of a sunless sea, she bit her lip, put her fingers on her left shoulder, and whispered in a low voice with dragon etiquette:
"My name is Stellagosa, the powerful Lord of the Undead. On behalf of the dragons of the Azure Habitat, I would like to express my gratitude and respect to you. We have no intention of getting involved in any matters related to you."
"Oh? Stellagosa? It seems that your name is indeed "Little Star"."
Tyrion smiled, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he asked again:
"What is your relationship with the King of Magic, the Blue Dragon King Malygos?"
Hearing this name, Little Xingxing suddenly raised her head, and then quickly lowered her head after seeing Tyrion's cold gaze. She whispered:
"The powerful Malygos is my grandfather's brother... According to my grandfather, before the War of the Ancients, it had a premonition of certain disasters, and then had a dispute with Malygos, so it took some tribesmen with it.
Came to the remote Asura... Until now, nearly ten thousand years have passed."
"So, your grandfather is still alive?"
Tyrion narrowed his eyes:
"Is that a blue dragon that is as old as Marigo, or even older?"
"Yes!"
Little Star proudly held up her chest and said to Tyrion:
"Back then, under the call of the Titan Guardian Tyr, the Five-Colored Dragon King led his people to fight against the fallen ancient primitive dragon Galakrond. My grandfather has been fighting to protect the world. In Maligo
After Si became the Blue Dragon King, my grandfather Senegos was the most powerful and closest supporter of the Blue Dragon King. According to the bloodline, I am also the princess of the Blue Dragon clan... Although we have completely broken with our compatriots, the bloodline
The glory it brought is still there!”
"Oh, the stupid and ignorant little star is still a little princess."
Luminas, who was sitting on a stone on one side, snorted disdainfully, awakening Little Xingxing from her stubborn pride. She hurriedly lowered her head, but Tyrion became more and more interested in Little Xingxing's tribe.
Everyone in the magic world of Xerath knows that blue dragons are currently the most withered dragon clan besides black dragons, but who would have thought that there is actually a pure-blooded blue dragon clan thriving on the barren land of the Broken Islands?
Woolen cloth?
If Malygos, who has already fallen into madness, hears this news, maybe the old mad dragon, who is almost autistic and has been hit by the decline of his race, will dance happily in the Demon Nexus...
But as for the little stars and the blue dragon tribe, that will be considered in the future. Now, they can only be placed on the edge of the chessboard as an idle piece, and they will not have much effect.
"Lumi!"
Tyrion waved his finger:
"You take the Hellfire Chapter, return to her tribe with Little Star, "invite" those pure-blooded blue dragons to live in the world of Draenor, and help them move... I will arrange a home for them there.
The perfect home.”
"Yes, boss!"
Ruminas jumped up from the stone, but she hesitated and said to the boss:
"Little Xingxing may like to brag, but her grandfather's old blue dragon is really difficult to deal with. I can't defeat it by myself."
"Huh? Do we still need to fight?"
Tyrion looked at his subordinates in confusion. He glanced at the trembling little Xingxing again, and a peaceful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"This is Little Xingxing's request to move. The lovely little princess has long been dissatisfied with this barren land. She is eager to see the life in a big city and enjoy everything that a princess should have. As a grandfather, is it possible?
Shouldn’t Senegos grant the request of his precious granddaughter?”
"Do you think what I said is right? Little Xingxing?"