Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 160 30. The Daily Life of the Dark Blade Knight [31100]

Most of the orcs who can still fight have been exiled to Azeroth. There are no more than 20,000 orcs left in Draenor, and most of them are old people and children who have no combat effectiveness.

On the seventh day after Hellfire Citadel was captured, the orc expulsion in the entire Hellfire Peninsula was coming to an end. The Dark Blade Knights controlled most of the land, but the death knights did not kill all the escaped orcs. Just drive them out of the confines of the peninsula.

On the rooftop of the Black Temple, Glokush is reporting the entire battle process to Tyrion.

Most of these remaining orcs live in Galadar in Nagrand, a settlement controlled by the shaman Gaiyaan.

Blackhand's return was unremarkable, all read in the death knight's hollow voice, almost drowsy, and Tyrion didn't really care about these remaining orcs, they were hardly a threat.

The power of the elements in Nagrand is the most active, and it is not suitable for death knights to be active there.

Tyrion snapped his fingers, glanced at Glokush, and said softly:

Since they are still alive, let them continue to live, Glokush, I entrust you with the task of monitoring Nagrand, if they still try to destroy Dark Blade's rule over this world, then don't blame me Ruthless...this is my promise to you!

As for the orcs who can still fight, drive them all to Frostfire Ridge.

The Great Lord Darkblade crossed his fingers and propped his chin. His icy blue eyes flashed a thoughtful look: I don't have time to hunt them down. After Auchindoun's resources have been developed, the Peak Forest of Alanka That will be our next target.

Thank you for your kindness, Tyrion.

Glokush's voice finally had a slight change in tone. He leaned slightly and said to the high lord:

I will definitely manage the border of Nagrand and look for more cemeteries nearby. Speaking of which, you will definitely be interested in the most eastern hanging castle in Nagrand, which is the last city of ogres, Two years before the opening of the Dark Portal, it was captured and destroyed by orcs. It is said that the ancient knowledge left by the Ogre Empire is buried there. Most importantly, as far as I know, the last branch of the Ogre Empire The most powerful legion is buried there!

Oh? In other words, under the ruins, there are hidden resources that can be used by us?

Tyrion blinked his eyes, and after a moment, he nodded:

Then, the development of the Overhang Fort will be handed over to you. Don't forget to collect information about Gorgrond. It is said that it is a completely barren land.

Obey, High Lord!

Glokush turned and left. Before Tyrion could enjoy a moment of peace, Celent walked into the rooftop again, and he brought news that was neither good nor bad.

One of the tombs we dug in Auchindoun has been damaged, certainly not by the orcs.

Serent pouted cautiously, seeing that Tyrion's expression remained unchanged, he took out a strange feather from his pocket and handed it to the high lord.

We found a lot of this kind of feathers at the scene, and Yrel told me that they are the feathers of the remaining Arakko people in this world.

The Raven Man?

Tyrion put the feather in his hand in front of his eyes and saw that the feathers of this huge bird had lost their luster. When he touched the feathers with his fingers, he could feel that there was a bit of darkness and deepness in the feathers, but it was twisted. The magic, the death knight's fingers danced on the edge of the stone throne, and a moment later he returned the feather to Celent.

Leave them alone, strengthen our vigilance, and continue to develop Auchindoun. We still know too little about this world. Let Seven search for those souls and resurrect a group of knowledgeable draenei. As our guide to gather the whole world!

I see.

Celent breathed a sigh of relief, he thought for a while, and then said:

Tyrion, our manpower is too small, and we can't even manage Auchinton completely. If we only rely on me and Seven, the efficiency is too low. Therefore, I think, should we From those resurrected knights, select another group of managers?

Well, that's what I'm thinking about too.

Tyrion crossed his legs and leaned on the throne, his fingers crossed, and he said to Celent:

Let Yrel follow you to Auchindoun. You, Seven, and Yrel form a group to consider those resurrected undead, whose thinking is normal, who can accept our ideas, and are willing to join them, choose Come out, and then teach them the complete death knight combat system, guide them to use death energy, those who don't think enough soul... can only be used as low-level cannon fodder.

What about the quantity?

Serente nodded, and asked again. This question made Tyrion hesitate:

As long as the Dark Blade Knights are elite, this cannot be changed. Filling up the numbers will only lead to a sharp decline in our combat effectiveness. The first batch... first select 100 lower-level knights, and then select 20 high-level knights based on their performance. The knights, under the direct leadership of the three of you, should be enough in the short term. Also, don't relax the monitoring of Shattrath City. If the naaru who hides in it wants to do something, I must get the news as soon as possible!

Obey!

Celent retreated into the darkness. After he left, Tyrion sat alone on the stone throne. Under his calm eyes, his mind was running fast, thinking about the future development of the Dark Blade Knights .

Now that there are enough resources, the knights should usher in a new wave of power. The death knight organization in the game, the Black Blade Knights, is an ideal template. The knights, as well as the high-level knights as the middle-level command, and a large number of low-level commanders, and finally the non-stop selection of recruits.

There are also liches and dark mages who are used to study necromancer combat skills, repair the wounded, collect intelligence and make war plans, and are responsible for daily training. Most importantly, there is a war fortress that can move quickly in the sky, and There are a large number of gargoyles, frost dragons as members of high-level air combat, and so on.

Judging from the template of the Ebon Blade Knights, the Dark Blade Knights formed by Tyrion is undoubtedly still at the lowest level, so after fighting Ner'zhul and exiling the orc clan, in the next period of time, It will be used for internal development, and how to use the scarce manpower at hand most efficiently is something that Tyrion, as a great lord, must consider.

Rumi, come to me!

Tyrion summoned in the spiritual link, and a few minutes later, Luminas in a long black dress appeared on the rooftop. Compared with other death knights, the young lady obviously lacked respect for Tyrion. But probably because she had just satisfied her desire to slaughter the orcs, Luminas looked a little lazy, with a look of sleepiness on her face.

Why are you looking for me? Tyrion, I'm very tired, I'm very busy... too little sleep will affect the quality of the skin, I'm still trying to make a new antiseptic solution, rose-scented, would you like some?

Tyrion didn't know what expression to use in response to this unique way of greeting. After thinking for a few seconds, he raised his head expressionlessly and looked at Lumi who was crossing his hips and looked impatient. Nas, he decided to go straight to the point and not give her a chance to mess around.

Luminas Sunscar, a high-ranking knight of the Dark Blade Knights, in the name of the Lord Dark Blade, I grant you the management rights of Hellfire Fortress. You will be responsible for maintaining the security of the entire Hellfire Peninsula in the coming time Resource development, and always pay attention to the movement of the Dark Portal! If foreign enemies invade, you must organize a counterattack as soon as possible to buy time for backup!

Tyrion accentuated his voice:

Do you understand it?

Understood!

Luminas answered loudly, but the next moment, she returned to that salty fish state. She looked at her pink fingertips and said without looking back:

But I'm not going!

Why?

Tyrion asked subconsciously, Luminas changed her posture and crossed her hips, and said nonchalantly:

Hellfire Peninsula has nothing but stinking orc corpses! It's better to sleep in the dark temple, look how clean little Ayla and Akama clean up here, you will let me do this Then! Why don't you let Rogelio go to that backcountry? Why don't you let Celent go? What about Yrel? You don't have the heart to let your little pet be exiled, so you want me to kick him there!

The red light in Luminas' eyes danced:

I won't do it!

This reaction made Tyrion stunned for a moment, but then, he rubbed his chin, looked at the death knight in front of him playfully, and said in a low voice:

Lumi...you are trying to get back the habits of the living! You are doing a dangerous thing. It seems that you have forgotten what I warned you.

I...I didn't!

This sentence made Luminas's expression change, and she quickly retorted: I know I'm dead, I just... I just let myself live happily!

Happiness? Is this what the dead should expect?

Tyrion's fist slammed on the stone throne, and as the gravel flew, the voice of Lord Darkblade became extremely cold:

Go to Hellfire Citadel now! If you don't want to become a lunatic between the torture of life and death emotions...you just remember it! You are not allowed to recall the past!

I don't want to see my friends destroy themselves!

Oh... friend, Tyrion, should a dead man have friends?

Luminas retorted:

You yourself are longing for the life of the living! You can't hide it from me! You are a poor wretch! Just like me! Until death comes again, you will just die like a mouse that no one cares about, alone in the world. Rotting silently in the darkness!

I just don't want to live like a mouse! Is there something wrong with that?

Throwing a sentence of fierce resistance, Lumi turned around and rushed into the darkness. If she was alive, she might have burst into tears by this time. Tyrion looked at her leaving back, and put down his outstretched hand silently. .

He knew, he hurt Luminas again, but...but it was to protect her, really...

The atmosphere on the rooftop became dead silent again. In the darkness, Tyrion sat on the cold throne, his expression was like a complete sculpture.

Ella, what are you looking at?

The hoarse voice suddenly bursting out from the darkness startled the little dwarf who was hiding by the door and poking around. She hurried into the rooftop and reported to Tyrion:

Knight Luminas left, she left alone, and took Deathstroke with her.

Let her go, call Rogge and Akama in for me.

Tyrion waved her hand, and the dwarf wanted to say something, but in the end she retreated silently into the darkness.

Rogge, you are the person I trust the most.

The Great Lord Dark Blade seemed to be in a bad mood. He waved his fingers a little irritably, and said to the black armored knight standing in front of him:

I want to give you a secret mission, and no one else will know...

Speak, Tyrion!

Rogge answered very simply, and Tyrion picked up a roll of maps from the table on the edge of the throne and handed it to him:

I want you to go out to sea by boat and look for the Fallen Plain in the legend of the orcs. It is an island hanging off the sea at the northern end of the mainland. It is said that the source of life in the world of Draenor is hidden on the island, but after all, it is just Legend, but I still hope you find it.

There are still some working ships in the docks of the Temple of Karabor, but I need a helper!

Autumn will go with you.

Very good! I'm leaving immediately!

Rogelio turned and left. Tyrion looked at his back and suddenly asked:

Rogge, do you still miss little Kane?

Kane, my son...

Rogelio's figure swayed, accelerated and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a slightly sad sentence: How could I not want to? I just forced myself not to think about him...

It turns out...it turns out that everyone, everyone has something to worry about, and everyone is pretending to be strong...

Tyrion stretched out his hand and covered his cheek like a frustrated person. In this lonely darkness, he released his fragility and pain to his heart's content. Under the cold, darker shell, he hid What is more and more fragile soul.

Aurelia...