Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 213 14. Demon Wars. Learn and Apply 【84100】

As an existence that has seen through the future, Tyrion is well aware of the war potential of the extremely weak Draenei.

Although they have been fleeing among the stars, avoiding the hatred poured out from the great demon of the Burning Legion, and avoiding the merciless pursuit of their compatriots, even when facing the violent orcs whose overall strength is comparable to their own, they all chose Constantly evading, but from the perspective of a completely impartial third party, the terrifying instinct and talent of the Draenei are enough to make them a war race in the true sense.

Tyrion has seen the impact of energy on the Draenei. They accept the holy light and only need simple training to become qualified paladins. They accept fel energy and hardly need to adapt to become qualified demon warlocks , and after death, they are almost instinctive, and will soon be able to master the cold death energy and become real high-level knights.

Even if they were embraced by the void, lost everything, and became Broken, these draenei's talent for perception and use of elemental power was even higher than that of the ancient orc shaman.

Moreover, the draenei are tall and powerful. In a desperate situation, even a violent orc may not be able to face an adult draenei male... In other words, the draenei exiles lack In fact, it is just confidence and courage, as well as the determination to put everything in one basket.

During the 25,000 years of fleeing, they have developed the habit of escaping, and this habit brought unimaginable disaster to the Draenei not long ago.

When the orcs attacked the Karabor Temple, Velen thought they would not succeed, but with the help of the demons, the orcs captured three cities of the draenei at an unimaginable speed in succession, leaving at least 200,000 draenei The Ni people died in the war, directly destroying one-third of the Draenei population.

It was also after this incident that both the Prophet Velen and the Draenei civilians changed their behavior until fate pushed them to Azeroth and realized that there was no way out. Only then did the Delaney really make up his mind to fight back to the death.

At that time, they really awakened.

But in Tyrion's view, it was too late to start counterattacking at the 25th year of the Dark Portal. If 200 years ago, the Draenei immigrant ship crashed At that time, if they could make up their minds, the current situation in this world would not fall into such a bad situation.

Even when the orcs launched a war, if the draenei could resolutely resist, they would rely on the strength of the orc tribe at that time. Even with the secret help of the demons, it was hard to say whether they could capture Shattrath.

Rogelio rode on the back of a death raven, and landed silently on the iconic giant mushroom in Zangarmarsh in the night. Standing in the darkness, he looked at the brightly lit Teledore in the distance, After seeing the prisoners held near Teledore, the death knight showed an unexpected expression on his face.

He accepted Tyrion's secret order and came to the battlefield of Tyredor to check the situation. According to the estimation of Lord Darkblade, after the demon raided Tyredor, there would definitely be many draenei corpses left behind. , as long as those corpses are taken away without alerting the Prophet, the heavily damaged Hellfire Garrison can be effectively replenished.

Tyrion, I have reached Teledore.

Rogelio said to Tyrion in Spirit Link:

But your calculations were wrong, the draenei didn't retreat, they fought back against the demons, and it seems...they won the battle, the portal was destroyed, and, if I read correctly, they captured A pit lord and many demons.

Um?

Tyrion expressed his surprise and doubts with a short nasal voice. After repeatedly confirming the status quo of Zangarmarsh, Lord Darkblade quickly issued a new order:

Then it seems that I underestimated our Mr. Velen, so how about it, Rogge, you go to meet him instead of me, and then tell him that I am very interested in the abyss lord they captured, so go visit him by the way. Explore their truth!

Okay, I know.

Rogelio replied, and after disconnecting the spiritual link, the death knight stood up, stretched his wrist, and jumped on the death raven again. Amidst the raven's ugly chirping, the death knight moved towards Tai in the night. Raydol flew away.

And in this Draenei city, under the light of the shining spar lamps, on the square inside the city made up of huge mushrooms, the remains of the warriors who died in the war against the demons were placed on the In the center of the square, the surviving people stood silently aside. Everyone, whether they were soldiers or civilians, had undisguised sadness on their faces.

A female priest in a long skirt stepped forward, her arm was still bandaged, and her face was pale. She half-kneeled in front of these warriors, and placed the white flowers in her hand in front of her body. The scriptures of light, a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, and after the prayers were over, the tall and silent warriors lifted the sarcophagus and lowered it gently into the tomb beneath Teledore.

On this night, more than 500 sarcophagi had been placed in it, and the great tomb was almost full.

The Prophet Velen sat at the outermost edge of the square. He was not harmed during the battle, but that time he encouraged the soldiers, bestowed strength, and the burst of holy light that burned the demons swept away the huge energy in the Prophet's body. At this moment, he was in a state of weakness that could not be concealed. He leaned on the stone chair, his eyes were dim and sad.

Beside him, Maraad, who was also very tired, stood upright, looking at the remains of those warriors in the plaza. They wore the armor they died in battle and held weapons stained with demon blood. Their cheeks were covered with blood. After wiping it clean, the solemn-looking electors of the Holy Light sprinkled the holy water on the bodies of these warriors.

This is a ritual, and after the death knights appeared in Draenor, it became a kind of protection for the dead. At least until the holy water lost its effect, the remains of these warriors could not be awakened.

Do you think it's worth it, Maraad.

The Prophet looked at the mourning people, and suddenly he asked:

We resisted, we won, but we also paid a heavy price, people lost their loved ones, did we do this... really the right thing to do?

This question caused a trace of anger and helplessness to flash in the eyes of the chief garrison officer. After a while, he said softly:

But if we don't resist, the people will still lose all this, and compared to fleeing as usual, we have won at least one victory. The fire of courage in the hearts of the people has been ignited, after they have seen with their own eyes that the devil is not invincible , Even in the face of desperation, they can have the awareness to raise their weapons.

Moreover, we are not without gains in this battle!

The Grand Vindicator turned his head, and on the battlefield where the holy light shone at the feet of Teredor, the soldiers were patrolling vigilantly around the demons bound by the chains of the Holy Light. With a smile:

Look, Prophet, in just one battle, we have harvested so many qualified fighters. With a little training, they will become garrison officers who protect the people. Only after being tempered by the flames of battle can they be called true Warriors, and our people, need such warriors! There's no doubt about it.

There was also a hint of relief on the Prophet's cheeks. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes in the weakness of the lack of internal body, and whispered:

So, I actually thought it was worth it... You know what I was thinking after the battle was over? The Grand Vindicator... the demons, the minions of Kil'jaeden, are not as good as we thought Powerful, so terrifying.

Where the fire of courage does not shine, evil can laugh wildly and act recklessly, and we, we have been in fear for too long, it's all my fault... I'm too cowardly, if we If we choose to counterattack from the beginning, if we unite with the Holy Light Legion from the beginning...

It's not your fault, Prophet.

Maraad shook his head, he took a long breath, and looked up at the starry sky above his head: After all, we were all cowards during the longest day on Argus...

Prophet, outside the city, there is a death knight who wants to see you!

A Chosen of the Light wearing a golden robe walked quickly to the Prophet and the Grand Vindicator, and whispered, He said he brought news of Tyrion Dawnblade.

Death knight?

Velen subconsciously turned his gaze to the remains of the warriors who were being buried in the square. His brows were furrowed. Beside him, the Grand Defense Officer also clenched the warhammer at his feet. He said in a deep voice:

It's really disturbing for them to come here at this time.

But no matter what, it's the dark blade knights who have held back the main force of the demon, which relieved our pressure. Let's meet him first!

Leaning on the staff of the Redeemer with difficulty, the Prophet propped up his body, and with the support of Maraad, he walked out of the square in Teledore.

As a paladin, Maraad instinctively hated death knights, and the prophet also saw his ugly face, so he persuaded him:

Although death knights were born in evil, they do not represent evil themselves. At least in this war, the indomitable and bravery they showed is worth learning from.

I know, Prophet.

Maraad replied bluntly:

At least when fighting against demons, they are our allies, but even so, we still can't relax our vigilance. Poor little Yrel is a sad precedent.

But Yrel doesn't feel sorry for her, Mr. Grand Vindicator.

The moment Maraad's voice fell, Rogelio, who was standing in the darkness ahead, said in a low and hollow voice:

On the contrary, after she died, she felt the real relief. She wielded the deadly force with the body of a dead person, and mercilessly smashed the dogma and pale way of the holy light that bound her. Only sincere prayers can save her. No life!

The Death Knight looked at the Prophet and the Grand Vindicator who came out of the passageway of Teledore, and his tone became softer:

First congratulations on defeating the incoming demons, but in fact, you don't have much time to celebrate the victory. A powerful demon lord escaped from the Auchindoun battlefield. It must be hiding somewhere trying to open the real war portal...

Rogge looked at the Draenei city in front of him with a hint of malice, and he said calmly:

Maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight, this city will be overwhelmed by swarms of demons.

These words made Maraad's eyes flash fiercely, but the prophet took a step forward at this moment. He looked at the death knight in front of him and said in a deep voice:

I guess Tyrion sent you here, and you definitely didn't want you to provoke us. Tell me, death knight, what news did you bring?

Rogelio and Maraad's ferocious gaze was blocked by the prophet's body, the death knight coughed lightly, pointed at the imprisoned demons behind, and said:

I don't know what your purpose is, you didn't kill these demons, but the Lord Darkblade has shown great interest in their existence. We need to understand our opponents more deeply. Therefore, Tyrion hopes that you Being able to hand over these demonic captives to us, especially the living abyss lord...it means a lot to us!

But these are our captives, and cages have been arranged for them on the tabard.

The prophet thought for a moment, and then said playfully:

However, if you are really willing to accept these troubles, it is not impossible to give it to you, but you should be very clear that since it is an exchange, then you have to express it!

The remains of the draenei stored in the Dark Temple will be handed over to you in the next few days.

Rogelio shrugged:

We can't recruit them anyway.

Ah, very good.

The prophet nodded in satisfaction: Then the Forbidden Ship will send these demons to...

Send directly to Hellfire Citadel!

Rogelio said: There, we have already arranged containment and confinement measures. These demons will definitely become the best material!

The death knight spoke, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to the prophet:

Then, happy cooperation.

The Prophet glanced at Rogelio, and reached out to hold him together:

This war, happy cooperation!