Although there is an entire system of the Dark Blade Legion in operation, helping the Great Lord realize his lofty plans, many things still have to be done by the Great Lord himself.
On the one hand, Tyrion felt a little uneasy about leaving extremely important matters to his subordinates.
On the other hand, the great lord was willing to "waste" some time on those people he valued very much.
For example, right now, in the hall on the top floor of the Black Temple, Tyrion is receiving the great shaman of the Clay Council, Nobundo, who comes to visit in secret.
When Nobundo came to meet with the great lord, it was not to talk about the issue of the Clay Council, which was currently developing extremely well, but to bring another important figure an answer to an extremely important question.
The Broken One, who was wearing simple and weird shaman costumes, said to the great lord in a gentle tone:
"Two months ago, I visited the Prophet Velen in the Borean Tundra and informed him of your thoughts. The Prophet said that this was a very important matter and that he needed some time to make a decision. And yesterday, the Prophet finally
Gave me an answer."
Nobundo's blue eyes flashed with a glimmer of expectation, and he said softly:
"The Prophet agreed to your proposal. He was willing to open a way home for the people of Draenor. He also agreed to your suggestion that this matter would not be announced to the public and everything would be done secretly, but the Prophet refused
To fulfill the request of handing over the Storm Fortress to the Dark Blade Legion."
As he spoke, the great shaman took out a heavy roll of blueprints from his pocket and handed it to the shadow beside him. The shadow opened the blueprint and after confirming that there was no danger, handed it to Tyrion, who looked at it.
After taking a quick look, he was confused by the densely packed complex and weird symbols and marks on the drawing. He put the scroll aside and looked at Nobundo:
"What's this?"
"This is the sincerity of the prophet."
Nobundo said softly:
"It is one of the most important pieces of knowledge that the Draenei brought from their hometown. It is the design drawings of a colonial ship like Stormwind Fortress and four frigates... It is the mysterious knowledge obtained from the Naaru. With it,
The Dark Blade Legion can imitate the complete Storm Fortress. In return for this blueprint, the Prophet hopes that you can arrange an "accident" to send the Storm Fortress currently located in the world of Draenor to Azeroth...
"
The Great Shaman of the Broken, who had a close relationship with the draenei, leaned over and said:
"I hope you can understand, High Lord. For the Draenei, the Storm Fortress is more than just a fortress. It contains the Draenei's memories of the past and complex emotions... Velen is hard to convince.
His own followers, throw it away."
"Ah, my friend Viren is still the same as before, very wise and good at making calculations."
Tyrion's hand stroked the thick drawing and he said slightly sarcastically:
"Even if he had the blueprints, according to Azeroth's current engineering standards, it would take at least more than 10 years to make it... and what he got was the remaining one-third of his people.
Freedom, and an asylum facility that can accommodate all the people...Okay, okay, he is a leader, and I am a leader, so I can understand his choice."
"But the problem is, you seem to have overlooked an important point, Elder Nobundo."
The high lord's ice-blue gaze fell on Nobundo:
"Where's the Atama Crystal? You see, I don't want much. I just want a Shield of Naaru... It's only one-seventh of the Atama Crystal. What's the prophet's answer to this?"
This sharp question made Nobundo hesitate. The great shaman hesitated for a few seconds, and then said Velen's somewhat whimsical idea:
"The Prophet said that he could give the Shield of the Naaru to the Dark Blade, but he also had his own needs. He hoped... that the Dark Blade could completely let go of its suppression of the forces of Shattrath City in the world of Draenor. He said,
The Draenei of the Borean Tundra are willing to continue to receive refugees from the city of Draenor Shattrath."
"Velan, this bad old man!"
This request made Tyrion laugh. The high lord clapped his hands and said to the shadow beside him:
"It's so bad... This extraordinary wise prophet has almost grasped all my bottom lines..."
The great lord's eyes narrowed, with a faint hint of murderous intent flashing through them, but the next moment, he gently said to Nobundo, who was the intermediary messenger between the two parties:
"Of course. I have long lost hope in those bastards in Shattrath City who have failed to achieve anything but fail. Velen is willing to accept them. That would be great, but Great Shaman, please bring a message to Velen for me.
Bar..."
"As long as he has the ability, he can even evacuate the entire Shattrath City's manpower, but the Shattered Sun Chapter! It must be kept by me!"
"Um?"
The Great Shaman Nobundo raised his head in confusion and looked at Tyrion:
"That is a legion that uses the power of the Holy Light to fight. Great Lord, with all due respect, even you will have a hard time convincing those stubborn paladins to serve you... If you need a death knight, the rare Shattered
The Paladin of the Setting Sun cannot satisfy your appetite, so why is this?"
"You don't understand, Lord Nobundo."
The great lord rubbed his forehead tiredly, and explained to the great shaman:
"I am not seeking such a meaningless little war group for myself, just my child... He has embarked on his own destiny, but he is weak. Facing those difficult enemies, he may
There will be danger, which makes me, an old father, very worried, and I can't take the initiative to help him..."
"So you see, a group of paladins who have gone through wars, served the Naaru, and are about to lose their homeland again, wouldn't they be very suitable to become followers of my poor child who is destined to do something great?
?”
"My Anduin, your poor adoptive father can only help you so far..."
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"It's not fun here at all."
This was Anduin's first evaluation of Tyr's hand, thousands of miles away from home.
"People here have brain problems!"
This is Anduin's second evaluation.
"Everyone here deserves a beating..."
This is his latest review...
Faced with Anduin's complaints, Salantia, who had just finished a not-so-delicious dinner with him, ignored the angry looks of the paladins around them and comforted them gently:
"Didn't you prepare yourself mentally before coming here? This is better than the worst case scenario we imagined."
"It's not much better."
Anduin snorted. The child, who was about to turn 10, tried to use his vicious eyes to glare back at the female knight who had been glaring at him, but a child showing such a pretended "ferocious" gaze would only make people feel
Very fun.
Therefore, the female knight Bridget Abidis, who was sitting on the other side of Anduin, saw Anduin's grimace-like expression and suddenly burst into laughter.
This is embarrassing...
Because Bridget came here specifically to cause trouble.
The only daughter of General Abedis is 24 years old this year. She is in her prime. Moreover, Bridget has inherited the excellent blood of General Abedis. She has a slender figure, especially those long legs, which are enough to make anyone
The young knight had wild dreams, and in the entire Scarlet Crusade, she and Miss White Mine were known as the "Flowers of the Crusade", and there were always young people surrounding them.
However, Miss Whiteman seems to have had some ambiguous feelings recently with Tyran Fordring, the only son of Knight Fordring who is slightly younger than her. Therefore, Miss White rarely appears in public recently, and the only remaining one is Bree, who is still single.
Miss Strange has become the last and only hope for single knights...
But Bridget is in a bad mood today...
Because she saw the lonely scene of her old father drinking and crying alone in the study last night. After some inquiries, the female knight knew that this was caused by a quarrel between her father and the other two great knights, and the origin of the quarrel was
It’s this damn brat in front of me!
Anduin may know that his background will bring him trouble, but the child is still a little confused about the extent of the trouble. He cannot understand the image of his adoptive father Tyrion in the minds of these paladins, and he cannot understand it either.
The hatred between the two parties is impossible to resolve, and now, because of this complicated emotion, he is about to face his first wave of dangerous challenges in the Order of the Silver Dawn.
"What is she laughing at?"
Anduin saw the strange behavior of Bridget, who was glaring at him, suddenly laughing. The little prince turned to look at his female companion in confusion, while Salantia shrugged. She didn't know how to give Anduin
explain.
The next moment, the beautiful knight sister stopped smiling. She stood up, holding a long sword, and walked over to the table where Anduin and Salandia sat.
"Bang"
The heavy sword was pressed on the table, and Bridget's behavior immediately made the knight canteen with a strange atmosphere become noisy.
Bridget is one of the representatives of the young knights. Every move she makes will trigger the young knights to follow her. But now, seeing Bridget trying to teach that little brat who doesn’t know what it means, all the paladins can’t help but stand.
Got up.
Some prudent old knights immediately began to maintain order, but while scolding and pushing the excited young knights back, these old knights were also observing the exchange between Bridget and Anduin.
They have experienced the war between humans and the undead, and they are happy to see Anduin, who has a relationship with Tyrion, be taught a lesson, but they will never allow Bridget to really hurt Anduin... that would be direct
Cause a terrible war.
"You kid! Stand up!"
This was the first time for Bridget to do this kind of thing of bullying juniors. Although she had seen many old knights bullying new knights after getting drunk, she had never liked this kind of behavior. If she didn't want to give vent to her father, she would
You wouldn't do such a bad thing.
But she was indeed bullying, so Bridget's beautiful face turned slightly red. She tried hard to look fierce. She imitated the moves of the old knights who bullied newcomers, stretched out her finger and pointed at the confused look on her face.
Anduin:
"I heard that you are also a very talented paladin? Come, let's show off your martial arts skills!"
"ah?"
Faced with this challenge, Anduin put the last spoonful of rice into his mouth. While chewing it tastelessly, he tilted his head and looked at Bridget. He asked doubtfully:
"I don't know you, so why do I need to compete with you in martial arts? Who are you? Why did you glare at me just now, and why did you laugh suddenly?"
"My name is Bridget...Bridget Abedis!"
Bridget explained:
"I glare at you because I hate you, you little brat. You know you are related to Tyrion, why are you still here? Did your demon adoptive father give you a mission? Or is it?
...Are you here specifically to spy on military intelligence?"
"Oh, this is it."
After Anduin finished eating the rice, Sarantia took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. The little prince raised his head calmly and looked at Bridget:
"Before I came to the Order of the Silver Dawn, my adoptive father did tell me something... If you really want to ask me what I am here for..."
Anduin stood up slowly. At this moment, a sharp edge was revealed in the child. He said to Bridget in a matter-of-fact tone:
"I'm here to lead you!"
"Because, you have gone astray..."
Anduin's words were not loud, but they were enough for everyone else in the cafeteria to hear. The noisy scene quieted down at this moment. Even the old knights who maintained order couldn't help but stare.
He closed his eyes and looked at the crazy kid in front of him.
They didn't know whether Anduin said these words himself, or whether the devil Tyrion taught him to say them, but no matter what, the child had expressed his thoughts, and now it was Bridget's turn to speak.
The beautiful female knight was also shocked by Anduin's arrogant speech, but the next moment, a trace of ridicule flashed across her face. She straightened up, took out the long sword from the scabbard, and swung the sword.
flower:
"Then do you think you have the qualifications? Arrogant brat... I am Bridget, the youngest paladin captain of the Order of the Silver Dawn, and one of the leaders of the younger generation... You want to command us?
Then defeat me first!"
"So, you are not willing to follow my teachings?"
Anduin frowned. He remembered what Tyrion said to him before leaving. He moved his shoulders and was about to take out the weapon from the storage ring on his finger, but was stopped by Salantia.
blocked.
The high elf girl said to Anduin and Bridget:
"No! Anduin, don't fight her!"
"Oh? Are you afraid?"
Bridget chuckled softly:
"Don't worry, I won't be so crazy as to hurt a child under 10 years old. I will do it very gently..."
"No!"
Sarantia stood in front of Anduin. Her left hand brushed the ring on the finger of her right hand. In the flash of light, a warhammer made of pure purple crystal was struck hard by the slender Sarandia.
It hit the ground and made a low sound like a bell. As the feathers of holy light floated, Salantia's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden armor. She stared at Bridget,
She said:
"Because Anduin doesn't hit women..."
"But I am also a woman, so I will beat you hard for him..."
"You'd better treat it with care, because when I attack those frogs in the well who don't know what they are,..."
"Always heavy!"
A cold smile similar to that of the Blood Mistress flashed across the face of this slender and frail-looking high elf girl, and she said softly:
"Miss Bridget, when you are being beaten... don't cry~"
