Azeroth’s Death Track

While Tyrion and Anasterian were communicating, in another house in the Lordaeron court, the death lords who hadn't gathered together for a long time were sitting at a large round table.

All the people, including Yrel who had returned from injury, the blood lords who had been busy with other affairs, including Myra who was far away in the Black Iron area, rushed over.

But there is nothing in the atmosphere in this room, it belongs to the joy of reunion of comrades-in-arms, every lord has a lingering haze on his face, even in the corner of the room, there is an unlucky guy chained to a chair superior.

Danas Trollbane didn't care about the embarrassment of the scene at all. He probably had the most relaxed expression among all the lords. He even had the mood to instruct those high-ranking knights on guard to serve him tea.

It was as if the chains on his hands and feet didn't exist at all.

It's heartless to the extreme...

crash

The door of this brightly lit hall was pushed open by two tall draenei death knights at the same time, and the cold wind of the rainy night poured into the hall, blowing the candlelights, while the dark clouds in the night sky outside and the resounding thunder seemed to be It meant that some kind of ominous encounter was about to come, and the death lords turned their heads in unison, and saw Tyrion Dawnblade walking in the rain, slowly approaching.

The King of the Dark Blade to whom they allegiance.

swish

All the lords stood up in unison at this moment, even Danas Trollbane, who tasted blood wine with an intoxicated face, also stood up. Everyone's face was ugly, which was natural, because in the Everyone made mistakes in this final war.

Tyrion ignored the gloomy faces of the lords, he just walked through the brightly lit hall with his eyes straight ahead, and then sat on the seat at the front. He breathed a sigh of relief, then waved his hand.

All the death knights in the hall retreated silently, leaving only these great figures.

No one sat down, all the lords stood in front of the seats, only the Dark Blade King sat quietly in the chair in the whole hall, he closed his eyes, crossed his fingers, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The atmosphere became extremely weird for a while, Luminas hooked Gomera's palm with his little finger, and the latter turned his head slightly, staring at his restless girlfriend, Glokush and Saru on the opposite side. Farr exchanged glances, and a few minutes later, Serent gritted his teeth and nodded to Rogelio.

In the last battle, the death lord who replaced Rogelio in command of the artillery force cleared his throat:

Ahem, Your Majesty, I... because of my mistake, the battle on the North Coast was not terminated before the arrival of reinforcements from the Human Empire, which directly caused the remaining forces of the Kingdom of Lordaeron to persist until the end. This is my I am willing to accept punishment for my commanding mistakes.

After Celent finished speaking, the hall was still silent. Now, even Yrel couldn't help wagging her tail. She asked the other death lords with her eyes. Sister Hoof was the last one to join the war. She didn't know anything about what happened before that, so she couldn't understand why Tyrion behaved so strangely at this time.

But no one can answer her doubts, because the facts are really too confusing...

Sit down.

A few more minutes passed, and Tyrion, who was like a sculpture, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the death lords under his command, and he didn't even let Danas who was handcuffed aside. In the end, he withdrew his gaze , knocked on the table.

Let's have a good talk...about this war, about everyone's problems, about the mistakes we've made in the past...and finally, about Khadgar, and about me, and of course, us The next phase of the battle plan.

Fu...

Tyrion's words made Luminas heave a sigh of relief. She was the first to sit back on the chair, and the other death lords also took their seats. Tyrion looked at Danas in the distance, and flicked his finger. , A black sword shadow that looked like Ashbringer flew out, accurately cutting off the shackles on Danas' wrist.

Come here, Trollbane.

Under the order of the Dark Blade King, Danas, who had regained his freedom, dragged a chair and sat in the last position of the round table. This move made the other death lords secretly relieved. He intends to stage a show of killing chickens and monkeys in front of their eyes.

However, the atmosphere in the hall is still weird, especially after everyone has already known what happened to the Arch Lich Khadgar, as long as anyone with a little brain knows that this matter will not end so easily.

Tell me about the things about you, Celent has finished his story, it's up to you, Saurfang!

Tyrion calmly turned his eyes to the silent orc death lord, and the others also looked behind Saurfang. After a few seconds of silence, Saurfang stood up, feeling a little ashamed says:

I...I am ashamed of my mission. I should have killed the great knight Uther, and I should have gathered all the commoners of Lordaeron under our command, but my...my son suddenly appeared , messed with my thoughts.

This usually indifferent orc lord seemed to have completely opened up his chatterbox tonight. He looked at his other companions and said calmly:

My child, Dranosh Saurfang, was not yet born when I died in battle, but I recognized him at a glance, an orc warrior as good as me, and most importantly, he Not infected by the rage of the devil's blood, he was able to bravely stand up and challenge me when Uther was dying, even though he and his companions knew very well that they were not my opponents.

But they still did that. I saw a lot in him... About courage, about will, I spent some time guiding his martial arts, and when I recovered, Arthas Mi Nehir has set Lordaeron on fire and fled the city with the remaining civilians.

I should have chased them and intercepted them, but I couldn't sit back and watch my son be thrown into the burning city, and I was worried that the news of my son's appearance would be discovered by other Darkblade warriors, so I wasted a lot of time, alone Send them to safety in the wilderness.

Saurfang clenched his fist, then loosened it, then clenched it again, and whispered:

I failed to complete the task that belonged to me. Because of my personal reasons, I failed in shame.

Sit down.

Tyrion didn't comment on Saurfang's behavior, he looked at Rogelio, the elf lord who had been his comrade for the longest time, the latter took a deep breath like a living person, and then stand up.

Like Lord Saurfang, I also met my son, Kane Sunfury, in Stratholme. He fell into the trap of the Dreadlord, and I rescued him. Recognizing me, he begged me to leave with him, but I refused him, I wanted to bring Kane back to Dark Blade, let him live peacefully in the Defias Federation, but...

Roger's expression became a little darker:

But he stole my seal, and used it to deceive my lieutenant, Johnny Osen, which directly caused the 20,000 elf rangers in the besieged Quel'Dolin huts to flee Stratholme. Lars disappeared in the activated forest, I have enough reasons to believe that those elves have the ability to survive in the activated forest, and now they are likely to have boarded the Sunsail fleet of Quel'Thalas and went to Cali Mudo.

Because of my negligence towards Kane, well, it was actually my obsession that caused the Hammerfire Group to fail to complete the set task. I... am willing to be punished.

Kane? That's my nephew, isn't it?

Tyrion smiled, he stretched out his hand to signal Rogelio to sit down, and then set his eyes on Danas, the human lord wanted to stand up and tell his story, but was stopped by Tyrion .

Your story doesn't need to be told. Your exaggerated and poor acting skills have spread throughout the Dark Blades. Regarding your real martial arts level, it is now the biggest gossip topic among the knights in their spare time...I guessed you I would do this, but I didn't expect that you would choose such a stupid way.

The Dark Blade King shook his head speechlessly, staring at the embarrassed Danas:

You should have been smarter.

There was a burst of suppressed laughter between the death lord's seats, which made Danas even more embarrassed, but Tyrion didn't put any pressure on him, but turned his gaze to Luminas, who slammed Standing up, he said rather bachelorly:

My story is not as touching as Saurfang and Rogge...I met my old opponent, I was controlled by hatred, and was led out of the battlefield by that cunning little bitch, after I taught her a lesson , When I returned to the battlefield, the group of disorganized and undisciplined werewolves had been completely driven out of the city by the last Gilneas army.

Luminas shrugged a little disappointed:

I am not as skilled as others, and I have delayed major events, so I am willing to be punished.

I'm even more curious about who won the battle between you and Lana Thiel?

Tyrion asked, this question caused a flash of embarrassment in Luminas' eyes, she shook her body, and after a while, under the gaze of all the lords, she was a little reluctant and sullenly said:

The little bitch got the help of Quel'Delar, the dragon-forged blade inherited from Quel'Thalas. It's a very powerful holy sword. Uh, well...I lost, are you satisfied? ?”

Now, the laughter among the seats became louder. Luminas, who has always been paranoid, took the initiative to admit his failure. This is really a rare thing. She was about to explode again, and Myra, who was sitting next to her, hurriedly pushed her girlfriend down on the seat, and then he himself stood up, looking at Tyrion and the other lords, his cheeks were full of shame.

I'm sorry, everyone... I, I was blindfolded by friendship, I failed to discover Erics' anomaly in advance, I thought he had overcome the anger in his heart, but unexpectedly, under his disguised appearance , that crazy soul actually became worse.

I am also responsible for this matter.

Yrel also stood up and confessed to the other lords:

When the high-level knight Al came to request to take the initiative to disperse Whispering Port, I should have discovered the strangeness of the combat wing commanded by him. The spaceship led by Prophet Velen picked it up... This is a low-level mistake that shouldn't happen...

Oh, it's really a mess. Speaking of responsibility, I have it too.

Glokush, who was still pale, stood up and said:

I shouldn't be brave. If Magni had been allowed to fight for me, then Orgrim would not have had the chance to escape back to the battleship. I just wanted to end the entanglement between me and him, but ignored me. It was a bad state.

Our mistakes are more of a problem.

The blood mage Seven and Autumn looked at each other, and stood up voluntarily. Seven said regretfully:

Before the three Draenei spaceships jumped out of the space, we should have discovered the space distortion. With the defensive firepower of the Dark Temple, if we had prepared in advance, the transfer of the three ships would definitely not be so smooth, but at that time I and Autumn was controlled by Salain's instinct, we only wanted to draw blood on the battlefield, but...

Is it all over?

Seeing that all the death lords began to reflect on their mistakes, Tyrion's eyes showed a touch of satisfaction, but the next moment, he stopped the lords' reflection with a cold voice, and he said:

So...let me sum it up.

Seeing that His Majesty was going to speak, all the lords sat back in their chairs in unison, but at this moment, Tyrion suddenly made a move that shocked everyone. Throwing the ice-blue iron ring crown on the table, the collision of steel and wood made a muffled sound.

Kangdang

This made all the lords couldn't help turning their eyes to Tyrion. The latter looked at the jumping crown on the table, and he said in a faint voice:

When I executed Khadgar, he said something to me that I still remember...

He said, in fact, I, Tyrion Dawnblade, was the biggest traitor in the Darkblade Legion system that I established... I've thought about it over the past few days, and I think what he said makes sense.

His Majesty!

The most loyal lords, Yrel and Rogelio, spoke at the same time, but they were interrupted by Tyrion's waving fingers. Under the gaze of other lords, the Dark Blade King stood up, put his hands on the table, He looks at the others:

If you do something wrong, you will be punished. Therefore, the first punishment in today's meeting is what I gave myself. I betrayed the organization I created, and I betrayed the oath we made together at the time. Therefore, I decided to depose myself...yes, from today onwards, there will be no king in the Darkblade Legion Prize.

From today onwards, I will no longer be...the King of Dark Blades, that title will become a complete past tense.

After finishing speaking, Tyrion showed a relieved smile on his face. He looked at the other death lords and said:

Don't call me Your Majesty anymore, I don't like that word, maybe never did in the first place...

Now, call me Tyrion.

At this moment, the audience was dead silent.

Yes, I'm the Duke of Connacht with a weak claim of Glamorgan... we're going to poison someone who doesn't know the generals, so... where is my public opinion representative?