Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 162 32. The old orc and the world [33100]

Tyrion didn't know that in another world that had been isolated, there was a beautiful girl missing his head. In fact, even if he knew, he certainly wouldn't care too much.

The Portal of Darkness has been closed. Under such circumstances, unless the Bronze Dragon uses some rare items, there is no way to enter Draenor's timeline, and the most important point is that without permission, rashly change the timeline of Draenor. The timeline of the other world, in the group of bronze dragons, is a criminal act in the eyes.

To sum up, at least until the next time the Dark Portal opens, Tyrion can put aside the troubles of the Time Guardian for a while.

But this doesn't mean that he will turn a blind eye to the danger, maybe, he will set up a clever trap, waiting for that unwilling lady to come to her door?

It was night, and Tyrion was walking alone in the corridor of the Dark Temple. He was not wearing heavy armor, but a dark elf robe, looking like a handsome young man when he was still alive.

On his way forward, those lower-level death knights guarding the temple bowed down to pay respects, and then quietly left here under the silent order of the boss.

A dead man's curiosity was weak, and no one would sit back and listen without risking Tyrion's wrath.

Nasa, hold here, don't let anyone come over!

Tyrion gave an order, and the silent shadows around floated, representing the watchman's acceptance of the order.

After confirming that there was no risk of leaks around him, Tyrion took a few steps forward, reached out and pushed open the door of the cell in front of him.

In the quiet darkness in front of him, the old orc Ner'zhul sat cross-legged on the ground with his back to the death knight. He once swore to the elements that he would save Draenor, but after he failed, the elements abandoned him. The shaman lost an arm, along with his own powers.

Elements... These original forces that coexist with the world are so willful. Unlike magic and other forces, elements are the most difficult existence to deal with. When they love you, they are almost willing to do anything for you, but once You let them down, and they will abandon you in an instant.

Today's Ner'zhul can be called a lonely old man who has lost everything.

What? Is the winner coming to give a speech?

Ner'zhul said softly:

Are you going to show off to me, a loser? Or is my old life finally coming to an end? Are you here to relieve me?

Why do you have such a bad idea? My friend Ner'zhul, is this what I look like to you? It is really disappointing.

Tyrion stood in the darkness, and he whispered:

You see, now, in this dark place, where the sun doesn't shine, there is no better place to discuss some conspiracy. I came here just to let you hear my thoughts on Draenor and Azeroth. The future plan of these two worlds, believe me, this is not a deliberate show off by the winner, I am not bored enough to show off in front of an orc who has lost everything.

Pooh!

Ner'zhul spat rudely towards the ground:

When the word friend comes out of your mouth, it makes me sick! What does your plan for the future have to do with me?

Tyrion didn't pay attention to Ner'zhul's undisguised mockery, and he said in the hollow and deep voice of a death knight:

Because after I died, after I decided to form the Dark Blade Knights, I have my own plan and design for these two interconnected worlds. They are two completely different paths, one full of killing and death. , the other is more gentle, and now these two roads have crossed, and that node is you...

I?

Ner'zhul looked back at the death knight. After confirming that the death knight was not joking, he squinted his eyes and asked:

why me?

The death knight shrugged:

I can't answer this question for you, Ner'zhul. I can only say that if there is such a thing as fate in this world, then it treats you too harshly, and the problem is that it chose you and me, and you I can't resist.

Tyrion moved his wrists, walked forward, and sat cross-legged opposite the old orc. He looked at Ner'zhul's eyes that seemed to have lost all hope. He pondered for a moment and said:

I can't tell you about your future, because once you know all about it, it will undoubtedly affect our future cooperation. I can only say that your choice will directly affect the future development of the Dark Blade Knights. !

Aha, I'm so important, shouldn't I feel honored?

The old shaman said disdainfully:

If this matter is really as important as you say, maybe you should hack me to death, and then turn me into a corpse loyal to you, to ensure that everything is safe!

You think I don't want to do that?

The death knight replied coldly. He looked at the old orc and said in a deep voice:

Why didn't I force you to do that?

Number one, the stakes are high, and if you don't want to do it yourself, it will undoubtedly fail.

Second, to force a unwilling soul to make a noble sacrifice for my cause, you can understand that I'm having trouble making up my mind, and honestly, I wouldn't be here if I had any other choice I have come to talk to you so much, so put down your meaningless hatred and listen to me!

This sentence made Ner'zhul's narrowed eyes flash a sly light, and his remaining five fingers dangled in the air:

So, the initiative seems to be back in my hands, can I be regarded as...you are begging me, huh?

This joke is not funny!

The death knight said dryly:

This is something that is good for you and me. You see, Ner'zhul, you are not a hero. You and I both know this. It is just fate that pushed you to this position! In a sense, you are actually Very poor.

Gul'dan used your longing for your dead wife and your own cowardice to make you serve the devil, and then kicked you away, and I... unfortunately, I used your desperation after knowing everything Finally, courage and obsession with redemption, you are not a good person! You are very selfish, but you still have a conscience.

conscience?

Ner'zhul lowered his head and replied dully:

Maybe, maybe that thing made me what I am now!

So, you are a very emotional orc with a sliver of wisdom. It's a real pity that you don't have the decisiveness to match this sagacity, so disasters befall you one after another, but believe me...if you can , I am not very willing to put these conspiracies on you, you are miserable enough.

Tyrion gave another knife to Ner'zhul who was in a bad mood. Seeing that the old orc became angry, Tyrion bluntly changed the topic to another side.

Tell me about my plan. After the undead army is formed, I can slaughter Draenor all the way, just like the orcs once did, turning all living creatures into my soldiers until the end of this world. A living life falls in a pool of blood until the reverberation of life in this world is completely dead, and then command these soldiers to invade Azeroth and start a new cycle of life and death.

The death knight shook his head:

I may not be able to solve the plethora of problems in both worlds, but I can directly solve the idiots that cause them!

When the two worlds become the kingdom of death, all problems will cease to exist, but this is too time-consuming, I need time, and the risk of doing so is a bit high, so there is another way in my plan .”

He stretched out a finger, waved it in front of Ner'zhul's eyes, and said softly:

I need a trustworthy... collaborator! A true collaborator, maybe there will be a third or fourth collaborator in the future. In short, when I treat the remaining lives of Draenor with tenderness, such as Na Gran and the orcs of Frostfire Ridge, in another world, my collaborators will simultaneously advance our common cause!

When the time is right...the two sides merge!

The death knight clenched his fists, a rare excitement flashed in his dark eyes, he stared at Ner'zhul, and said in a deep voice:

Imagine it! At that time, the two worlds will fall into our hands in an instant! We will reshape the order of the two worlds, and most importantly, no one can restrain us! What we want to do, we can do anything!

Ner'zhul looked at the excitement flashing across the face of the always indifferent death knight, he subconsciously clenched his remaining fist, but soon, a cunning appeared on the old orc's face, he said meaningfully :

Aren't you afraid that I'll go back on my word? From your point of view, this seems to be a very important and secret matter.

Repent? Ner'zhul, you may have misunderstood me!

Tyrion sneered and said:

You may feel that you have been used to hell in the 20 years in Draenor, but you have never seen the real hell. If you really come to a certain step, it's not that you want to go back and say that you don't play. The game will be over!

Sacrifice, the necessary sacrifice is the basis of trust between the two parties, and the interest is the bond to maintain the alliance. If you really want to join this game, you have to make sacrifices!

The death knight stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said softly:

You see, I have made a sacrifice. I will give up the plan to completely occupy Draenor, leaving your compatriots a final resting place, and I can guarantee that no matter what happens in this world, the civilization of the orcs The fire will never die on Draenor!

As for our common interests, that is, we actually have the same enemy...Shh, don't ask too much, what I concealed is not to harm you, on the contrary, it is to protect you, when you make a choice, You will know who our common enemy is!

I hope by that time, you won't be scared to pee your pants.

Tyrion pushed the door open again, and before leaving, he looked back at the silent old orc and said:

The power to choose is given to you. You can choose to give up everything and wait to die alone in the cage, or return to your ancestors and watch your world be destroyed in the end. Of course, you can also choose to continue living. Ozu.

Maybe one day in the future, another or another group of inexplicable guys will appear in front of you, and they will give you another choice, which is a signal to join this game of fate. I sit alone at the poker table too much I am lonely, and I desperately hope that there will be a second player to enter the field.

And if you choose this path, then my advice is: No matter what you encounter, please stick to it, it will be a very painful path, and it will be a sacrifice for you, but I can The guarantee is, as the great lord of the Dark Blade Knights, I guarantee that you will get everything you want in the end!

Don't rush to make a decision, there is still plenty of time, so think about it.

And at the moment Tyrion left, Ner'zhul suddenly asked:

It's a trap, isn't it?

The lonely old orc stood up, staring at the back of the death knight, he said viciously:

My prison life itself is a trap, just like a bait. You are using me to hang some existences that threaten you, and you keep saying that the choice is in my hands. In fact, I have no choice at all. I can only follow You do what you say, right?

Yes, this is a trap. I also want to know, who will be so lucky to step into it?

Tyrion turned his head and showed Ner'zhul a peaceful smile in the dark:

Also, who said you have no choice?

At least you can choose to die and end your own life by yourself. You can do it at any time. Don't worry, as long as you can make up your mind, no one in this palace will stop you!

The question is, will you?