21. Determination and mission - for a better life next year [13/20]
"This world is full of wars. The flames of anger from the hearts of mortals will eventually ignite the only peace. The seeds of chaos have been planted as early as the birth of civilization. It absorbs the nutrients of malice over time, and then rises again and again.
blossomed in turbulent times.”
"The ignorant world reviles us as a group of war maniacs and destroyers, but we know that we are just protecting this fragile world in our own way."
"But the black hands hidden in the darkness will not just give up their desire to destroy the world. They will stab out malicious tentacles from the ground and bring dark flames of war from the stars. They are peeping at the world, and this world needs warriors.
..”
"This world needs more... heroes!"
The High Lord sat on his chair, frowned, and finished reading the speech in his hand in a melodious voice. He rubbed his chin and looked at the Blood Matron wearing only a nightgown next to him with appreciative eyes.
Alleria, he said to his wife:
"Listen to these poems written by our Dornan... I guess that little girl wanted her father to say such a poetic speech in front of a group of war madmen. If I hadn't modified it on the spot,
, I will probably be laughed to death by those old swordsmen who are used to seeing life and death..."
"The child always likes these speeches that sound very "righteous" and "bright". Maybe she wants to make her father's image taller?"
Alleria chuckled. She walked towards her husband with two glasses of wine. The next moment, her slender waist was surrounded by the lord, and the nightgown on her body followed her perfect and smooth skin.
Sliding to the ground, Tyrion put his forehead against his wife's cold forehead. Feeling his wife's bumpy body, he whispered:
"But you know, I actually don't need this bright image. I have never concealed myself. I am just a villain..."
The lips of the two kissed together. In the peaceful atmosphere around them, the undead couple's feelings for each other slowly flowed. After a moment, Alleria gently pushed her husband away, and she reached out to help Terry.
Ang smoothed her hair, then touched her husband's face, and said softly:
"Your soldiers are still waiting for you, my great lord..."
"You are a villain in everyone's eyes, but you are a hero in my heart... Go ahead and keep saving the world."
"No..."
The blood-colored wings spread out behind the great lord. The wings were like some kind of curtain, covering him and his wife. He said softly:
"There is still some time, my Alleria... we can... relax first."
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While the great lord and the mistress were enjoying the joyful world of two, in the base of Nalaksha Engine, three death lords were standing in the base's operation room, watching the maintenance of the "Tin Man" structure
the whole process.
Several death knights responsible for maintaining the structure used special tools to open a hidden passage behind the Tin Woodman, and then took out a piece of thinking core that shone with a faint blue light. Others were on the other side of the structure.
At this place, a mechanical core like a steel football was taken out. It was wrapped with fine elemental light. The earthy yellow halo represented that this mechanical core had the power extending from the earth.
Yrel explained to Grokush and Danath Trollbane the working principle of the structure in front of him:
"Actually, it's not complicated at all. We can simply break it down into three parts. The first is the rock body made by the Nalaksha engine. This part is replaceable. According to the creation template we currently have, there are standard types.
There are four templates to choose from: assault type, reconnaissance type and defensive type. This is the most basic and easiest part."
The Death Lord shook his cute little tail, which was pendant with gems. She reached out and took the shining mechanical core. She handed it to Grokush beside her. The orc Death Lord held the mechanical core in his hand.
This gadget was heavier than he imagined, like a refined iron block of equal volume.
"This thing shouldn't be artificially made, right?"
Danas carefully looked at the mechanical core in Grokush's hand and asked:
"I have never seen such a delicate thing, even in the most sophisticated engineering laboratory in the Black Iron District."
"Yes, the mechanical core is equivalent to the heart of a mortal for the structure. It is the source of power for the structure. Uh... let me explain it another way. It is like the engine in a steam tank. Without it
, this structure cannot move."
Yrel said to his two companions:
"Now there are 5,000 structures produced, but the production process of mechanical cores is very slow. Currently we only have 500 mechanical cores in hand. The production of this thing all depends on the Titan Guardians who cooperate with us, and
Even if they are willing to hand over this skill to us, it will take our best technicians several years to become proficient in making the same mechanical creations themselves."
"Moreover, the charging of the mechanical core requires the support of Titan energy..."
The Death Lord shrugged and returned the mechanical core in his hand to its original position:
"The High Lord is now trying to use death energy to power the core, but the experiment itself is progressing very slowly. The technology of the Titans is too far beyond this world. Even the most powerful master craftsman in Azeroth cannot
It takes a long time of study to understand how this machine works."
“Then finally comes the thinking core!”
Yrel took the palm-sized thought core from the death knight's hand. It looked like a shining diamond. After she infused it with the power of death, Samaro's soul disappeared from it.
One of them jumped out, the Draenei banshee cheered, then hugged Yrel and kissed Yrel hard on the face.
This sudden move made Yrel very embarrassed. The two death lords in front of him couldn't help but turn their heads away. After sending away the interested banshee Samaro, Yrel looked at his companions as usual.
Continuing to introduce the core of thinking in her hand, it can be seen from the extremely fast wagging of her tail that she is also a little embarrassed inside.
"If the mechanical core is the heart of the structure, then the thinking core is the brain of the structure! It controls the laws of all activities of the structure!"
Yirel said softly:
"The thinking core of all our current structures is blank. With only a little "weak" conversion, our best warriors can freely enter and exit the thinking core, and then manipulate powerful structures.
To engage in more intense battles, the core of the mind is not the prison you think it is. It is just a simple shelter. After the battle, the warrior's soul can freely leave it and enter the realm of death to recuperate.
"As long as the core of the mind is not damaged, the warrior's soul will not be affected at all... This is actually like power armor in another sense."
Yirel breathed a sigh of relief and said to the two death lords in front of him:
"The rock body is our "power armor", and the core of thinking is our body. As long as the body is not injured, and the power armor is damaged, it will be replaced with another one. As long as the production capacity is increased, then we no longer need to worry about the lack of troops.
..”
"Well, it sounds perfect."
Grokush and Danaus Trollbane looked at each other, and Trollbane rubbed his chin:
"But if it is really so perfect, then I believe that the great lord does not need to invite so many soldiers to watch it with such fanfare. This thing must have some "flaws", right? And the kind of flaws that cannot be avoided?"
"Yes, it does!"
Tyrion's voice was accompanied by the sound of the Mist Staff touching the ground, and appeared behind the three death lords. He stepped forward, reached out and took the thinking core from Yrel's hand. He told Grokush and Dana
Si said:
"That's why I ask these warriors for their opinions."
"Irel tells you that the warrior's soul needs a little bit of "transformation" in order to achieve fusion with the core of thinking without conflict, and this transformation... is irreversible!"
The High Lord said:
"The soul-carrying technology of the thinking core is inherited from the Titans of the Pantheon, and they themselves are made of rock and steel. The thinking core they made is incompatible with the souls of flesh and blood creatures, and once the souls of the warriors accept this "transformation"
"Once they adapt to the soul patterns of the Titan creations, it means that their souls can no longer return to their original bodies."
"this..."
A trace of hesitation flashed in Grokush's eyes:
"Great Lord, with all due respect, this means that the warriors will completely bid farewell to everything in this world. All their connections with this world will be cut off. From now on, apart from operating structures and stepping onto the battlefield, they will
We can only live in the world of death..."
"Yes, so I will also give these souls who have made their choice the right to live forever in the realm of death."
The great lord put the core of thinking in front of his eyes, narrowed his eyes and said:
"They will become the first permanent residents of the dead world. If they want to return to the living world... it will be impossible, so this is a difficult choice. I will give them enough time to consider it, and what you have in front of you is
Rock life, these rock structures are just the test objects of "Deus Ex Machina", do you understand? Glokush, after we complete the next stage of the battle plan, we will take a step towards the final goal.
Big stride!"
"That will be a body of steel that is stronger than these rocks. That is the final form of the Dark Blade Legion in my imagination. It will land on the battlefield of the gods as a heroic spirit, hold high the banner of the Dark Blade, and sweep across everything.
Enemies...but now."
Tyrion sighed:
"Now, I can only hope, or hope that these rocks can be as strong as the heroes."
Grokush nodded. As a veteran of the Dark Blade Legion, he had heard Tyrion describe his plan for the future of the Dark Blade Legion a long time ago, during the Battle of Northern Xinjiang.
The bold plan may seem a bit unorthodox, but now, the great lord has used his actual actions to prove to these followers that as long as it is something he wants to do, he will definitely do it!
As for the choice left by the great lord to the soldiers, Grokush would not express any opinion on this. In his opinion, the soldiers' pursuit of victory is a desire buried deep in their souls. In order to win, the soldiers should choose
The weapon that suits you best, and war is war. If you want to win the war and end the war, you must pay sacrifices and prices.
Now it is just to abandon the cold body, not to completely annihilate the soul. Although this choice is a bit cruel, it is not unacceptable.
However, unlike Grokush's thinking, Danath Trollbane was thinking about another question. The Death Lord, who had been active in Northrend this year, looked at Tyrion and asked softly.
:
"We have seen how powerful this rock warrior is. No matter in terms of strength, defense or offensiveness, it is not comparable to the soldiers of the Dark Blade Chapter. But I also see a hidden worry in it, at least in the current Ai
Xerath no longer has a force that can compete with the Dark Blade Legion, so you call this upcoming legion the Vanguard Army... What kind of battlefield will it be put on? I'm very curious,
Who will they fight?"
Danas' question made Tyrion laugh. The great lord looked at the rock life in front of him that had its mechanical core and thinking core taken out, and he said softly:
"Are you worried that I will use such warriors in mortal wars? Are you worried that their world will be easily destroyed by such warriors?"
"Why do you have such an idea? Danas, you should know me very well. If I want to destroy those civilizations, I don't need such warriors at all... I just need to tell Dai Lin that my tolerance for those idiots has expired.
When I reach my limit, I believe that the Sea Demon King is willing to help me get rid of those fools... but I let them live."
Tyrion's fingers danced on the Staff of Mist, and he said:
"Such warriors, such vanguards, will definitely not be able to compete with a certain civilization in Azeroth. They will soon face their first battle, and that battlefield is among the stars that we have never set foot on.
But I can't give you an answer as to where exactly it is. This... depends on the work efficiency of some of our "friends"."
The high lord said to the death lords around him:
"You see, not only are we working hard to make the world a better place, but there are also many, many friends from other camps who are also willing to join this great cause. In short, be prepared, my
Brothers and sisters, soon...soon we will be busy."
"That's our determination...that's our mission!"
Tyrion encouraged his subordinates, and at this moment, Shadow's slender body appeared in the darkness not far away. Seeing the gesture made by Shadow, the great lord's expression changed slightly, and he said to Yi
riel said:
"Then, Yrel, just take your colleagues around this base. They will be staying here for a long time in the future. I... will deal with some other things first."
After saying that, the great lord walked towards the shadow. The moment he stepped into it, the shadow's hoarse voice reached his ears:
"The High Lord, Bwonsamdi's messenger... is here! She came alone. It is said that she brought Death's final answer... Do you need to see her now?"