Azeroth’s Death Track

In the cursed land, a war broke out between the undead and the living a few days ago.

The escaped draenei helped the human defenders here get rid of the endless siege of the undead sea. The number of defenders is not enough to support another big battle.

However, the undead did not pursue the victory. Under the joint attack of the draenei prophet and the crow demigod Anzu, the blood lord who commanded the death knight was severely injured. The undead no longer marched. near the door.

Half of the cursed land has fallen into the control of the undead, and under the exploration of human scouts, the commander of the alliance found that the undead are awakening the dead on this land, those who died in the war against the orcs Human warriors, and the corpses of those hacked orcs.

But it was discovered that they were incapable of fighting back until support arrived.

So far, we have recruited 1,300 low-level knights, more than 7,000 necromancer infantry, and another cemetery was discovered yesterday. It can be expected that after this operation is over, the Hellfire Garrison will be replenished stand up.

Meera Dawnblade, the blood lord of Salayne, was sitting in the mage tower abandoned by the alliance defenders. Before his eyes was a communication runestone engraved with undead runes. The shrunken figure of Tyrion appeared in a The illusory posture is suspended above the runestones. After passing through the Dark Portal, the distance between the two worlds is no longer enough to support the spiritual communication between the death knights. They can only use this method to communicate far behind Draenor.

Hearing Myra's action report, Tyrion nodded, and he asked:

So, what about the high-ranking knights? There are soldiers who died in the first orc war and the second orc war buried underground in the cursed land. The number is very considerable. I believe that you have also awakened a group of high-ranking knights, right? ?”

This... regrettable.

Myra shrugged regretfully, a trace of helplessness flashed in his bright red eyes:

After the death of these warriors, their souls were brought into the mysterious abyss of Hell. Even if they were recruited again because of unwillingness, the incomplete souls could not support them to think, which led to the high-ranking knights. The number is very small, we dug all over the 4 large cemeteries, and only awakened less than 100 high-ranking knights.

Well, the abyss of Hell...

Tyrion's voice was a bit distorted. In the phantom of communication, he sat on the throne of the Dark Temple, rubbing his chin:

That's a real problem, but we can't solve it at the moment... So let's do it, wait until the Legion of the Blasted Lands is recruited, and then withdraw to Draenor. Many forces in that world may have noticed you, When it's time to make a decision, don't hesitate!

I see!

Myra nodded and was about to turn off the communicator. At this moment, the time around his body began to flow abnormally. As a genius mage of Quel'Thalas, the blood lord who inherited the excellent blood of Dawn Blade , turned his wrist in an instant, completed three defensive spells, and gathered two dark and cold magic powers in the palm of his hand, aiming at the bronze portal opened beside him.

Well?

After seeing the figure walking out of the portal, Myra slowly put away the ready-made offensive magic. He looked up and down at the frosty bronze dragon lady in front of him and the blond dwarf standing beside her, and said softly :

Ms. Seifel, are you here to catch me?

Nobody, I don't bother to care about you!

Sefiel snorted disdainfully, and turned around the runestones on the table in front of her. She and Chromie looked at Tyrion's suspended figure, and she said in a deep voice:

I want to meet you! Now, right now!

Tyrion didn't seem to be surprised by this request, but he didn't answer right away. Instead, he set his sights on the dwarf next to Sefiel. Hairy, with a pair of yellow snake pupils, with clever and active eyes shining in them, it is not a guy who follows the rules at first glance.

She was wearing the white robes that priests often wear, holding a priest staff in her hand, dressed like a dwarf priest, but this just exposed her identity...Gnome civilization is built on machinery and engineering In terms of science, these neurotic short men are outright atheists. It is impossible for a priest, a profession that requires sincere belief, to be born in a group of dwarfs.

The one in front of me was the only dwarf priest in Azeroth, and her identity was clearly revealed.

Hello, Chromie!

Tyrion stretched out his hand and greeted the little dwarf:

It's the first time we met, I've known you for a long time.

Chromie blinked, a gleam of interest in her eyes, and she whispered:

Safeel said that you know me and know me well, but I haven't seen you! I'm sure I haven't seen you in the past or in the future!

No, believe me, Chromie, you and I were true friends, you helped me, I saved you from mortal fate, and I know what you did in the Eastern Plaguelands, oh, By the way, that place is still called Stratholme.”

Tyrion flicked his fingers, a softness flashed in his icy blue eyes:

It's just that you don't know the friendship between us. Come on, I'll wait for you in Shattrath City in Draenor! Don't keep me waiting.

After finishing speaking, Tyrion hung up the communication, Sefiel and Chromie looked at each other, the former put his arms around his hips, and said to Blood Lord Myra:

Then what are you waiting for? Open the door of darkness and send us there!

Ma'am, I'm sorry, but the key to open the Dark Portal, the Skull of Gul'dan, is now in the hands of the Draenei prophets, and there is nothing I can do...

Myra shrugged helplessly, but was roughly interrupted by Sefiel the next moment.

Come on, you have two heads of Gul'dan in your hands, don't think I don't know!

This made the Blood Lord blink his eyes, he propped his chin playfully, looked at Sefiel, and whispered:

But why should I help you? You may say that Tyrion gave the order, but ma'am, when you ask for help, you should have a gesture of asking for help, not like this. Let's put it this way, your arrogance makes me Very dissatisfied... I don't want to help you, that's all.

you!

Safiel clenched her fists, wishing to hammer the blood lord in front of her into a meat paste, but the next moment she was pulled by Chromy, the blond dwarf took a step forward, and she looked at the blood lord in front of her with interest , she said softly:

You are a pure-blooded Saraine, which is really rare. You should have appeared in 12 years, but your current form is incomplete. As far as I know, Saraine's ultimate form will be more beautiful and powerful...

oh?

A trace of longing flashed in the eyes of the Blood Lord. He slowly took out a white skull from the storage ring and shook it in his hand. He looked at Chromie:

So, how can I get its secret?

When you ask someone for help, you should have the attitude of asking for help, not such arrogance and arrogance.

Chromie folded her hips and looked at the Blood Lord with a smile. She said softly:

Don't provoke us, and don't bully the simple Sefiel anymore. When we become friends, I will naturally share this secret with you, so be it.

Well, you're a tough wise lady, much harder than some snooty little girls.

Myra glanced at the angry Sefiel pointedly. He stood up and straightened his blood-red mage robe:

Come with me, then, ladies.

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In the world of Draenor, after the successful escape of the Draenei, the last waves of this world gradually disappeared.

The Dark Blade Knights did not exterminate the draenei who stayed in Draenor. On the contrary, they kept those draenei in the Farland peninsula, as if they wanted them to fend for themselves. The storm fortress that was missing and finally fell to the ground, and no undead would peek at it.

A battleship that has been completely damaged and can no longer fly is not worth Tyrion's attention to it, and the ecological ship of the Draenei captured in the war was properly placed in the A secret place, the location of that thing is the top secret of the Dark Blade Knights.

No one knew what Tyrion was doing with that ship, and the undead didn't have such a strong curiosity. In short, in today's Draenor, the entire world has been taken into the arms of the Dark Blade Knight.

These panic-stricken guys have no idea...

Tyrion held Aurelia's hand and walked on the streets of Shattrath. Aurelia was wearing a long plain dress. In the breeze of Shattrath City, her dark golden hair fluttered slightly. , while Tyrion wore nondescript robes, they covered their eyes with arakkoa-style crystal glasses, and the two were like ordinary couples at home.

It didn't alarm anyone, it was like a trip, of course, the manager of Shattrath City, Naru Adar must know their whereabouts, but Naru didn't stop it, Tyrion looked at those people in various forms Strange exiles, he whispered to his lover:

I don't want their lives at all, and they are not qualified fighters.

But they are afraid of you, Tyrion, you bad guy keeps them in this city, like grazing livestock, and you will always come to harvest when necessary.

Windrunner said meaningfully:

You actually don't want to see this world full of undead, do you?

How should I put it, if Draenor is all undead, there will be no hope for this world.

Tyrion stretched his waist, hugged his wife's slender waist, and said in her ear:

Life and death are a cycle. Without the living, the dead will not be born. If the dark blade knight wants to develop rapidly, such captive breeding is necessary. I also look forward to their savings in Shattrath and Nagrand. strength, and then rushed out of the reservation area, trying to beat us, trying to kill me...

Of course, I will kill these rebels without hesitation, and then wait for the next prosperity of life and the emergence of rebellion... Every rebellion will give me one or two more legions under my command, and we have to pay Yes, it's just an uncontrolled city and some insignificant time.

Tyrion snorted:

It's like a hardworking farmer waiting for the harvest in autumn, why not do it?

When the two walked into one of the busiest streets in Shattrath City leaning on each other, Tyrion suddenly saw two figures moving in front of the Tianya Tavern. A light flashed in his eyes, and he patted Aurelia's face back.

Honey, go and look around by yourself, I have something to deal with.

Nasa, protect her.

The death knight said something to the empty air, and then parted from his wife, and walked towards the Tianya Tavern. Amidst the crowds, Tyrion met Sefiel who was waiting anxiously, and Cromego, who was looking at him. He hooked his finger.

Come with me, girls, we need a quiet place to talk about things.

He walked to the bar of Tianya Tavern and took off his glasses. Those iconic ice blue eyes made the owner of the tavern, a Draenei woman, tremble, but Tyrion was also a frequent visitor of Tianya Tavern. After a silent exchange, he quickly got the right to use a quiet box on the third floor.

After the two parties were seated, the tavern owner personally delivered the best drinks. Tyrion looked at the two figures, one tall and one short, rubbing his chin, and asked in a low voice:

So, you've seen that hopeless future, right?