Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 143 13. Tyrion's goodwill [14100]

Ner'zhul, who came to the Dark Temple alone, looked around the gloomy building.

It was only two days since his last visit, but the building in front of him has undergone earth-shaking changes. Under the orders of the death knights, many evoked skeletons were cleaning up the rubble and ruins inside the building. Under the command of the pink-haired little dwarf, some skeletons are repairing the energy conduits inside the temple.

It seems that Mr. Tyrion will live here for a long time...

Ner'zhul's eyes blinked. He watched with great interest as the jumping up and down dwarves lost their temper at those stupid skeletons. In his heart, he was assessing the significance of these death knights' actions.

That's probably a good thing.

Ner'zhul told himself: If he stays here for a long time, it is equivalent to tying himself to the chariot of Draenor. Once the demons invade this world, he will also fight back to protect himself... Terry Ang's Dark Blade Knights are a force that can be united!

Luminas, wearing a long black dress, came out of the darkness. She was wearing high-heeled shoes, and she stepped on the ground. When not fighting, the beauty-loving elf always wears some old clothes. Before Yrel came, among all the knights of the Dark Blade Knights, she was actually the one who was most like a living person.

Tyrion asked me to take you up, Mister Warchief.

The death knight sister stood with her hips akimbo, and stood in front of Ner'zhul impatiently. She lacked respect for the new chieftain of the orcs.

Ner'zhul didn't care about this kind of attitude. He was someone who had seen big scenes, and he even had a chat with a great demon in disguise. In his opinion, Luminas was a death knight without much scheming. The wonderful thing is that she still retains her previous preferences, which is much easier to deal with than the deep-minded Tyrion.

Hehe, I'm embarrassed to always trouble Miss Lumi to pick me up. Let this be my thank you gift.

As soon as the big shaman's wrist was turned, a luxurious and delicate crystal jewelry ring fell into the hands of Luminas. The latter picked it up and looked at it in front of her eyes. Her eyes were full of fascination.

Oh, the rare 23 facets, pure amethyst, sophisticated cutting process, perfect silver embellishment, this is a real boutique, accepting this gift makes me a little apprehensive.

After a very professional evaluation, Luminas was like a little girl. She put the jewel on her finger, looked around, nodded in satisfaction, and looked at Ner'zhul again. It was much softer. Of course, no matter how soft a dead person's eyes are, it will only make people feel cold, but the faint kindness was felt by the great shaman.

He smiled and waved his hand:

It's nothing, you know, the orc society doesn't circulate coins, and these jewels don't conform to our aesthetics, so it's perfect to give to those who know how to appreciate it. By the way, I saw that you are renovating this temple, Tai Does Mr. Ryan intend to live there for a long time?

Well, at least five years, anyway, that's what he said.

Luminas replied casually, motioning for Ner'zhul to follow, and the two of them quickly walked into the steps of the Dark Temple. The big shaman looked around and found that compared with his last visit, there were more There are many dead who can move freely, he pretended to be curious and asked:

Are these corpses your reserve soldiers?

How can it be that simple?

Luminas was still immersed in some slight joy of receiving the gift, and it was not a secret anyway, she immediately answered Ner'zhul's question:

We are different from the gorefiends. Tyrion only needs elite knights. These corpses lack talent and will not be regarded as warriors. They are just servants for training. Speaking of which, although there are many corpses in this temple , but there are not many who meet Tyrion's harsh selection requirements.

Well, are you taking the elite soldier route?

The rosary in Ner'zhul's hand stopped, and he said with a smile:

It seems that Mr. Tyrion's pursuit is very ambitious.

Oh, who knows what he thinks in his heart.

Luminas sighed:

I've been too busy these days, look at my hair color has become dry, it's really a hopeless life...Speaking of it, Mr. Ner'zhul, do you know that there is still darkness in Draenor A place like a temple? There are a lot of victims, it’s better to be a dense city like a war broke out.”

Well, let me think about it.

Ner'zhul closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said to Luminas:

The war between the orcs and the Draenei has long since ended. The Draenei have fallen in the three major cities of Draenor. Except for Karabor, only the city of Shattrath in Talador and the city of Orc are left. Kingdon... By the way, Auchindoun! It was originally the place where the draenei were buried. Gul'dan's followers once conducted evil experiments there and blew up the city. It should meet your requirements Require.

While talking, the old shaman saw Glokush who was training Yrel, he suddenly remembered something, he turned his head to look at Luminas, and asked in a low voice:

Couldn't you have put your idea in the orc's cemetery?

Ner'zhul's tone became stiff:

I advise you not to do this. After getting rid of the pollution of evil energy, the orcs will inevitably return to their ancestors' beliefs. The behavior of playing with corpses is extremely evil in our opinion... Due to the current good cooperative relationship between us, you It wouldn't be so reckless, would it?

See what you said...

Luminas covered her mouth and laughed, a cold light flickered in the corner of her beautiful eyes, she said softly:

Don't worry, Warchief, the orcs killed two-thirds of the draenei, their corpses are enough for us for a long time, well, I will send the road to the roof here, go up by yourself, Tai Ryan is waiting for you.

Ner'zhul bid farewell to Luminas with a smile all over his face. When he disappeared into the stairs, Miss Lumi looked at the jewelry on her finger and smiled disdainfully. Killing intent surged in her heart.

Immortal thing, if you dare to lie to me, when you are useless... the first one will kill you!

boom

Ner'zhul pushed open the half-hidden door of the roof, and he saw Tyrion standing on the edge of the roof at a glance. Behind the death knight, there were a few crooked broken men carefully cleaning the place and cleaning the roof. gravel.

This was the first time Ner'zhul saw a living creature in the Dark Temple. Another conspicuous living creature, the little dwarf Ella, was subconsciously ignored by him. That dwarf obviously had a special relationship with these death knights, maybe that dwarf It's the death knight reserve.

Do the dead also drive the living?

Ner'zhul strolled towards Tyrion, and he whispered, I thought you would trust only the dead.

We will be vigilant against all who live, my friend Ner'zhul.

Tyrion turned around, looked at the great shaman with calm and cold eyes, and said softly: But if they are still useful, I will not hesitate to give them the opportunity to serve death, valuable things should be reasonable Use, it's a very simple reason.

The death knight paused, and he waved his fingers. Under the leadership of Akama, several broken ones quickly exited the rooftop, leaving only Tyrion and Ner'zhul. The elf looked at the orcs, and he said:

Well, you came to see me again after two days. It seems that you have already seen some of the facts. I thought you would use your army to kill all the remaining draenei in this world. After all...they are It's the root of all evil, isn't it?

The draenei are just insignificant characters. They will die sooner or later. The demons will kill them sooner or later. We don't need to do it. You are right, my friend Tyrion. The most important thing now is for the orcs. Civilization leaves fire!

The big shaman waved his hand, and the whistling wind formed a vague seat behind him. He sat on it, leaning on his staff, his thin cheeks moved, and the gray and white marks on it were very clear. He looked at Terry Ang, said in a deep voice:

Let's talk about the things we didn't finish last time. Regarding the weapons you mentioned that can open portals to other worlds, how do we get them? What do we have to pay for it?

You don't need to pay anything, this information is a free gift from me, as an expression of my goodwill...

The death knight leaned against a stone pillar on one side, he flicked his fingers, a dark red energy spark danced at his fingertips, he said softly:

The Skull of Gul'dan in your hand can help you reopen the Dark Portal, and you also need a book that records the magical wisdom of all warlocks and mages, the Book of Medivh, which records all Teleportation, there are some you have seen, and some you have not seen... That book probably lived in the country in the northern border of Azeroth, if I remember correctly, it should be in the Kingdom of Alterac.

Ner'zhul nodded:

For attempts in unknown fields, the knowledge of the sages is indeed required. The Book of Medivh, is the tome written by the Guardian of the Star Realm? I heard his name from Gul'dan.

Who knows? Maybe he wrote it, maybe not.

Hearing Medivh's name, Tyrion's eyes narrowed. He hated the name, but soon, he adjusted his emotions and continued:

Books alone are not enough. You also need the Scepter of Sargeras, which is a staff that seals the beacon of the endless world inside. The place, that place is called Karazhan, I can give you a detailed map, as long as you break through there, you can get this treasure...

There was a stiff and feminine smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth, and he said softly:

I will send my knights to act with you, but I suggest you lead the elite warriors there yourself. Those mages are naive, but they are really good at fighting. Don't show mercy to them... Only kill them, you guys To get the scepter!

The death knight's voice became a bit colder, and Ner'zhul noticed the killing intent in his words, and the old shaman snorted dissatisfiedly:

You have a problem with them? Kill someone with a knife?

That question means nothing to you, my friend.

Tyrion shrugged: Whether I have a problem with them is my business. They have what you need in their hands, so they will definitely become your enemies. It's easy to understand...

The last thing is stored in Dalaran, the city of magic. It is a gem that can gather a lot of magic power. The mage calls it the Eye of Dalaran.

The death knight said: That is the most dangerous place. If you want to break through the city of mages, you will inevitably suffer great losses, and it is very close to Lordaeron. If you are not careful, you will be discovered by humans. You You know, judging from the current situation, humans and orcs are almost sworn enemies.

So you just drew a big cake for me. This is an impossible plan!

Ner'zhul frowned. I cannot leave the future of the orcs on a luck-based plan.

No no no! You have an advantage!

Tyrion stretched out his fingers and shook:

You really have an advantage! Humans haven't killed all the orc captives, and those captives are locked in prisoner-of-war camps. You only need to send some warriors to break through those prisoner-of-war camps. In an instant, you will get enough manpower and material resources! And according to As far as I know, the three clans of Dragonmaw, Blackstone and Bloodring have a large number of warriors staying in Azeroth, as long as you can persuade them...

That's another crazy invasion!

Tyrion spread his arms, and a strange look shone on his cheek:

Tired human soldiers will die tragically under your weapons, and the bad order of that world will be challenged once again! Think, Ner'zhul, launching a surprise attack when humans have no spare power, under panic , their army is bound to disperse at the first touch, and you will grab the last supplies to prepare for the journey.”

The death knight lowered his voice:

The most important thing is, those orcs stained with devil blood, they are hopeless! Ner'zhul, don't take this opportunity to exhaust them, even if you find a new world, their hearts will never die Frenzy for war, and it will mess up your new world too...It's better to let them die what they deserve...Let them die on the battlefield than you to execute them yourself.

You! You really are a devil! Tyrion!

Ner'zhul said harshly, facing the accusation, Tyrion snorted, folded his arms, and said softly:

In fact, each of us is a disgusting monster, and the real irony is that once you find yourself in hell, my friend, only the devil can save you...Come on, let's cooperate. ..”

He stretched out his hand towards Ner'zhul and said meaningfully:

The scenery seen from the sacrifice of a warrior must be very beautiful.

What about you? Tyrion, all this, all this you've done, what do you get? I don't see how you're going to get any good. Are you really a saint? I don't believe it!

Ner'zhul looked at Tyrion, who did not hide, but said very bluntly:

I don't want what you want...Ner'zhul, my way of questioning the world is chaos and war.

What is destiny? What is justice? In that world, is everything that those so-called guardians are desperately defending, really correct?

I want everyone who has been hurt by the war to think about this question! Maybe it's hard to understand, but it's okay, you just need to know that my actions so far have benefited both parties, and I am destined to win!

There's nobody who doesn't like winning, right?