Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 188 26. Hiring thugs [59100]

Orcs?

Velen raised his eyebrows, and his well-repaired long white eyebrows danced a few times in the air. The Prophet began to look at the death knight in front of him with another look, and asked in a low voice:

The Great Migration of the orcs has something to do with you?

You have been closed for too long!

Tyrion's fingers twitched: Mr. Ner'zhul is still a guest at the Black Temple. In fact, if I hadn't planned the migration of the orcs, it is unknown whether Teledor would still exist.

The death knight's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the prophet:

After all, with the temper of the orcs, knowing that the demons are following you, and they and their world are just incidental victims, it's hard to say what they will do to the remaining draenei...they The recklessness and rage, you experienced it once 10 years ago, didn't you?

The death knight's answer stopped the movement of the prophet's fingers turning the rosary, and after a while, he let out a long sigh:

Kil'jaeden's hatred for us has never weakened even if we are far away in the galaxy and time. It was just an accident that we fell in Draenor. No one wanted to see this happen. It made everyone feel sorry disaster.

Then you should at least tell those orcs about the hidden dangers of demons after you settle in this world!

Tyrion said tit for tat:

Instead of pretending that nothing happened and building your own city, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, in fact, if you can openly and honestly tell the ancestors of the orcs about this danger 200 years ago, maybe the orcs will Being tricked into drinking the blood of the devil won't happen...

You tried to cover up a disaster with silence, which led to a bigger and worse disaster. Prophet, I think at least in this matter, you have an inescapable responsibility for the demise of this world and the degeneration of the orcs!

The death knight took a step back, and he snorted:

As for Kil'jaeden, that bigot just felt you betrayed the friendship and trust of the Triumvirate, that's all, it was your best friend and dearest brother, and if that was me, I would too Chasing you like crazy.

Snapped

The rosary in Velen's hand was fastened, and on his old cheeks, those eyes that seemed to carry the sea of ​​stars stared at Tyrion:

You actually know the story of me and Kil'jaeden... This makes me even more curious. What kind of soul is carried in this dead body in front of me?

That question makes no sense, Prophet.

Tyrion spread his hands, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes:

Unless you agree to my request after knowing the answer, I will not answer you.

That's impossible, child.

The Prophet shook his head and said slowly:

I don't know what you want me to do for you. You are a leader, and I am also a leader. We all know the burden of a leader. In many cases, we can't wantonly follow our own will to wave the sword in our hands and protect the people. That’s the first thing we have to think about.”

Okay, let me tell the truth.

Tyrion lowered his voice again:

I'm already familiar with the ruling division of the future world of Draenor. Unfortunately, recently, a factor out of my control has appeared in this terrible world... You can think that I am sowing discord, and that's okay, but after going back , you can send your scouts, or go to Gorgrond to see for yourself... a barbaric race that does not belong to this world is taking root there.

The death knight's fingers crossed, and he looked at the prophet:

I can't deal with him alone, so I need your help. We work together to drive him away, which is good for you, me, and our respective people.

Just drive away?

Velen narrowed his eyes:

This seems to be different from the style of the Dark Blade Knights.

With all due respect, even with the help of an immortal like you, we can't kill it.

The death knight didn't seem to want to say too much on this question, he replied casually:

In this world, there is no weapon that can kill it.

The Prophet thought for a moment, then nodded:

Well, we need a little time to verify. If it is really like what you said, that creature is a great threat to my people, and I am willing to help.

Tyrion was taken aback by this crisp answer. The Prophet seemed to know what the death knight was thinking. He glanced at the silent Yrel, and said in a low voice:

We all learn from past catastrophes. The fall of Karabor and Shattrath taught us exiles a lot... Now, can you tell me where you learned so many secrets that happened in countless How do you know what happened ten thousand years ago?

Facing this question, Tyrion just glanced at the pendant on the prophet's chest, which was inlaid with a gorgeous and mysterious purple gemstone, and he replied:

The soul song of one of the Atama crystals allows you to see through the silhouette of the future and make the most favorable judgment, but the price I pay for seeing through fate is much more painful. When I was on the verge of death, I saw I have seen a lot of fragments of time, although it is only fleeting, but it is enough for me to see many, many secrets.

The death knight took a step back, and he asked in a puzzled tone:

And what I'm more curious about is, if the Gem of the Song of Souls can really reveal the future, then why didn't you respond to the war and massacre launched by the orcs, but let it happen?

Tyrion's answer is hard to believe completely, but he can't refute it. After all, the prophet himself has never died once, and he can't be sure whether what Tyrion said is true or not, but Tyrion's next question makes people The Prophet was silent for a long time, and he replied with some dismay:

It's not omnipotent, Tyrion, and some fates can't be changed just by knowing it. Seeing the future is not something to brag about. Most of the time, it can only bring pain, a heart-wrenching heartache. Painful and irreparable, only the guilt of watching the disaster happen.

The conversation with Tyrion was over, and the Prophet turned to leave. The moment he left the hall, Velen's weak voice came to Tyrion's ears:

Please be kind to Yrel, that child...has suffered too much.

After Velen left the field with the Draenei, under A'dal's watchful eyes, the Shuangbo people, who already had deep hatred, finally started their communication.

The Alliance Expeditionary Force is currently in a very embarrassing situation. They are not fully prepared for the drastic changes that have occurred in the world of Draenor for more than a year. In fact, it is hard for anyone to believe that Terry Ang has gathered such a huge force.

More than 5,000 soldiers of the Expeditionary Army were trapped in the Hellfire Peninsula, and the garrison there no longer attacked the Expeditionary Army. However, if the soldiers of the Expeditionary Army wanted to leave the Hellfire Peninsula, they would encounter an overwhelming force Blocking is like being trapped in a cage.

There are only two roads before them, either open the portal of darkness and return to Azeroth, or negotiate with Tyrion to retrieve the stolen artifact in a peaceful way, but it is not without good things. After understanding the current situation in the Draenor world, the alliance finally doesn't need to worry about the orcs. The orc forces in the Draenor world have been compressed to the extreme, and they can no longer pose a threat to another world.

But instead, after the expeditionary force returns, the countries of the alliance may need to be prepared to deal with the overwhelming undead army that will attack at any time.

In a sense, it was ten thousand times worse than the orc invasion!

So, what are you going to talk to me about?

The meeting with Velen was not considered a success, but at least they had contact with each other. Tyrion was 70% sure whether Velen would agree to his request. He was sitting on the chair brought by Yrel , looking at the commanders of the Alliance Expeditionary Force in front of him with an extremely relaxed attitude.

He made no secret of his contempt for them.

This arrogant gesture made General Danas angry again, but he is not professional in negotiation, so the right to speak naturally fell into the hands of the wisest guy among the commanders.

Archmage Kadja took a step forward, his sea blue eyes stared at the death knight, and he said in a deep voice:

First, we want you to return the artifact that was stolen by the orcs.

Secondly, I really want to know where you kidnapped Captain Alleria and Paladin Meera Dawnblade? Please release them.

Two very rude requests!

Tyrion looked at Khadgar calmly, and he replied:

But a negotiation is a deal, so I really want to know, what can I get?

We will evacuate Draenor and will not cause you any trouble. The legion you deployed on Hellfire Peninsula can also be transferred to other battlefields.

There was a gleam in Khadgar's eyes, and he said calmly:

To conquer the whole of Draenor, you probably need to use every ounce of power in your hands wisely, right?

This answer made Tyrion and Yrel laugh at the same time. After a brief laugh, Tyrion's expression became serious. He stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Khadgar's eyes:

Two mistakes, Archmage. First, your existence is no trouble to me at all. The death knights of the Garrison Legion can take down your poor camp with a single charge. Second, even if you don't come , the Legion of Hellfire Citadel will still stay there...

The death knight narrowed his eyes. He changed his sitting position and put his arms on his knees. Amid the clash of armor, Tyrion said softly:

Don't you really think that the garrison of Hellfire Citadel is used for defensive warfare? Let me remind you, think with your poor imagination, once the portal of darkness is reopened, the garrison will What kind of storms can the undead sea cause in your world? There is no reason that we cannot do things that orcs can do.

Are you threatening us?

The grumpy dwarf stepped forward and shouted: Azeroth accepts no threats! You can let your undead try to cross the Dark Portal, and the legions of Necromancer will tear your undead to bones !

I'm not threatening you! Dwarves!

Tyrion said in a deep voice:

I just want to remind you of one thing... The reason why I left the Alliance Advance Army is because your existence is meaningless. 5,500 undead are not worth mentioning to the Dark Blade Knights. The only thing that is meaningful is you Four! If you die, you will probably become the high-end combat power I need now, so recognize the reality, commanders!

You are not qualified to make conditions in front of me!

Tyrion's fingers curled up, and his voice became indifferent:

Want to get the artifact back? Yes, but you need to work for me... What kind of eyes are you, dwarf, I won't let you help me carry the corpse! I just need a guy who can fight, for me Fight a battle, and then I will return the artifact to you, and then I will send you out of this world!

Yrel also chimed in and said:

As a qualified commander, you have to think about the soldiers under your command! Is everyone willing to follow you to the battlefield?

We will not fight for evil!

Turalyon shook his head and firmly rejected Tyrion's request, but the next moment, the death knight waved his hand:

No, no, you misunderstood. I don't need all of you to come. With your strength, it would be a burden to come. Among you, there is only one thug I like!

This naked humiliation made the commanders in front of them furious. Tyrion's eyes finally fell on the archmage. He said playfully:

So I await your answer, my friend Khadgar.

Tyrion's gaze made Khadgar take a step back, and he spread his hands and whispered:

The Great Lord Dark Blade values ​​me so much, should I feel honored? But if you are really sincere...

swish

Throwing the black soul stone into Khadgar's hand, Tyrion stood up, patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, turned around and led Yrel out of the hall:

This is my sincerity, and this is also my advance payment. One day later, in Auchindoun Necropolis, I will wait for you, my warrior Khadgar!

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In the evening, Khadgar came to the Tianya Tavern alone. He searched among the bustling crowd, and soon he found a special person in the corner.

The archmage sat at the table, looking at the high elf in white robes in front of him, with a hint of vigilance, he asked:

I have received your magic letter, but what I am more curious about is, who are you?

Archmage Khadgar, does it feel good to serve evil? And does it matter who I am?

The bronze dragon Sefiel drank a glass of wine very boldly, she wiped her mouth, and said meaningfully:

You just need to know that in this world, I am the only one who can help you break out of your predicament, and that's enough!