Azeroth’s Death Track

It's not that Tyrion didn't think about entering the realm of death with the most capable death lords under his command.

But this idea is unrealistic. First of all, the Realm of the Dead is not open to every undead. It is a special place. If you force enter it without permission, you will soon be countered back by that world.

The endless dementors and the horrors behind the dementors can easily take away the soul of a weak death leader, and once they die in that world, no matter how powerful the undead is, it will truly die forever.

Secondly, the Realm of the Dead has a very special rule. Even if you enter it from the same entrance, there is a high probability that you will be sent to different places separately. Based on Tyrion's current understanding of the Realm of the Dead, once you enter the Realm of Death If the place is lost, it means a very tragic end.

Therefore, this adventure that is likely to never return can only be taken by him himself, and Tyrion's advantage is that he has a special connection with the little ghost Yuna. After entering the realm of death, he can vaguely perceive Go to the direction where Yuna is, and once you find Yuna, with the power attached to the weird doll Nur, the two of them can immediately escape from the shackles of the realm of death.

But... this is also the ideal situation.

Although Tyrion assured the other worried lords and his wife and daughter that he would return immediately once Yuna was found, judging from the words Yuna left before leaving, Tyrion could realize that this time the rescue , it is likely that it is time for him to make a final decision with the Realm of Death.

In other words, the long exploration is finally coming to an end.

The ownership of the third hell of Azeroth, the land of no man in the Realm of the Dead, will be decided in this big adventure... This is a big gamble, the winner gets everything, but if you are unlucky If he loses, Tyrion will likely be assimilated into a part of that world, and he may not be able to return at all.

Therefore, before leaving, the great lord also made arrangements for everything in the future.

You are my most trusted subordinates...

In front of the gap between Drustvar's emerald holy land and the realm of death, all irrelevant people were dispersed, leaving only the heavily armed high lord and several death lords who came to guard.

Tyrion's attire is very... er, very cool.

He wore a suit of light armor, four pistols loaded with holy silver bullets in a metal and leather belt, and four bottles filled with red liquid hung from his waist.

That's the more dangerous holy oil.

And behind him, there are two assault rifles on his back, and the ring in his hand is full of dangerous explosives, a sufficient amount of holy silver bullets and heavy firepower that will be used when necessary, from the perspective of a soldier Look, it can be said to be armed to the teeth.

There was no fear or worry in Tyrion's eyes. As early as the day he met Yuna, he had a vague premonition of today, and he had been preparing for it for a long time.

In front of him were the first few death lords who followed him, Glokush, Rogelio, Luminas, Yrel, and Celent, who had a low sense of presence but was responsible for an important mission.

Tyrion's eyes swept over everyone in front of him, even Luminas, who has always been crazy, was very cautious at this moment, they are all real high-level officials of Dark Blade, and they can all realize the deep meaning attached to this conversation .

I won't say anything superfluous. I have handed over my follow-up plan to Alleria and Myra. If I really... In short, they will arrange everything, and the actual situation of you as the Dark Blade Legion Controller, I also have a task for you.

The great lord closed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he said:

If there is no news from me within a month, then several battle groups deployed in Northern Border and Northrend will go north immediately... The goal of the battle is simple. First, destroy the undead natural disaster forces on the spot! Take over the unified Royal Helmet and Frostmourne, and then stationed in Icecrown Glacier and Storm Cliff, and made there an eternal forbidden place, not allowing any living beings to approach!

Second, take over the huge undead army left by the Lich King, and then destroy the Red Dragon Army entrenched in Wyrmrest Temple and the Blue Dragon Army in the Borean Tundra, and then capture the Focusing Rainbow and transport it back Draenor, to the Skyreach Court, Rexi and her weapon technicians will be responsible for weaponizing it... Once the Burning Legion invades Azeroth again, throw this thing into their largest portal !

Thirdly, after completing the first two combat objectives, we will mobilize several wargroups to go to the southern border of Kalimdor to find the hidden Titan secret place Uldum. An important facility called the Furnace of Origin must be controlled by us. In the hand, any creature that dares to approach there...kill!

Do you understand everything?

The great lord asked softly, and all the death lords raised their arms in unison and hammered on their chests.

This made Tyrion nodded in satisfaction. He took out a battle plan and handed it to the most mature and prudent Glokush, exhorting:

This is the final order for Dailin and the Death Fleet. After you control the Stormy Crag, pass it on to Dailin. He will know what to do.

Boss, the forgotten kings...

Glorio whispered:

How do they handle it?

Tyrion glanced at Rogge, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said:

Someone will watch them for me... If they do something against my will, their existence will be unnecessary... I have told you more than once about the future of the Dark Blade in Azeroth position.

I'll say it again for the last time. We are supervisors. We have the most powerful force in the world, but this force is not used to destroy the world. Although the living are short-sighted and unable to see the real danger, they are ignorant and impulsive. Dominated by various desires, they fight each other and bite each other like wild beasts, but without them, this world will become a stagnant pool...

Control the desire to destroy in your hearts, everyone, you are the protectors and executors I have cultivated, and I believe that your wisdom is enough to distinguish the waves of the future.

But the dark blade must have a home!

Tyrion clenched his fists, and he looked at the death lords in front of him, as if to entrust his funeral:

If I fail, then you must inherit this mission. I have recorded all the strategic weapons in my memory. You can go find them. After you have accumulated enough power, Anhelder... I will leave The next Valkyrie leader will take you to the abyss of hell or the palace of hell, it will be a tragic war, but...if the third hell is destined not to belong to us...

Then the Kingdom of Shadows controlled by Hela and the Underworld controlled by Bwonsamdi are the positions that Dark Blade must take down, and there will also be Dark Blade's hope. That is our final self-saving...

Always remember...friends, brothers.

Always remember, our cause...is justice!

Tyrion turned his head. He looked at the black crack behind him that reflected the faint blue light. He stretched out his hand. The moment he touched the mist, the crack burst open, and the wind of the spirit world from the realm of death flowed through it. Blowing out, the hair of the death lords behind Tyrion was blown up, and the death energy in their bodies rolled, resisting the strange power in front of them.

With his white hair fluttering, the Great Lord of Dark Blade looked back at his companions behind him for the last time, showed them a cold, warm smile, and then turned around and jumped into it.

Seeing Tyrion's figure engulfed by the darkness, Luminas subconsciously took a step forward and reached out to grab him, but was stopped by Rogelio.

He'll be back!

Roger looked at the others and said in a stubborn voice:

He has never let us down. He will definitely come back and give our leader some confidence. Now, we just need... just wait with peace of mind!

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At the same time Tyrion jumped into the realm of death, in the southern border of Kalimdor, at the southernmost tip of the Silithus desert, at the end of the wall of beetles that towered above the sand for thousands of years In the reflection, Fandral Staghelmet was standing on a high platform.

Different from the usual dress, today's staghelmet wears the druids' battle attire, which is leather armor enchanted with natural magic, backed with a scarlet cloak, under the scorching sun, the staghelmet's figure is The old man was pulled out of the sand.

Behind him, a large number of wild boars formed a huge square formation. These barbaric warriors obeyed the guidance of the gods. Their tall bodies wore the heaviest armor of the coalition army, and they held sharp steel weapons. In the pocket, there is also a powerful bomb.

They are savage, but they are also very heroic. It is these huge number of wild boar warriors that form the largest heavy infantry regiment of the coalition army. When the war begins, they will serve as the vanguard of the Zerg.

On the flanks of the wild boar position are the cavalry and infantry of the human empire. They are wearing armor, but they are no longer holding ancient spears and knives, but firearms that shine with metal light under their eyes. Behind the infantry phalanx, there was a line of more than 600 artillery pieces. Although they were far less sharp than those of the Dark Blade Legion, they were already the most advanced artillery that the Steamwheedle Consortium could produce.

This is a new type of army that is accepting advanced war concepts and implementing and learning in continuous wars. They will verify the results of their learning from the dark blade in this vast yellow sand.

On the other side of the wild boar phalanx is the army of orcs and tauren. They are not equipped with as many firearms as the human army, but for these war races whose melee combat ability is stronger than humans, firearms are still difficult for them. The new weapons they adapted to, the battle ax and the big sword in their hands were the ones they used more smoothly.

The Sentinels of the night elves are distributed behind the main line as a mobile force, with more than a dozen of their iconic ancient trees of war and a company of mountain giant allies, and more tall horned horses pulling wooden There are black heavy machine guns erected on the carriages, controlled by the best and bravest sentries. Around each machine gun, there are elite shooters holding horned eagle bows to carry out precise point kills.

Three huntresses lined up in a phalanx were riding on black panthers. They still held moon blades and wore bug armor, but at the request of the coalition forces, each of them was also equipped with a copy of the Steamwheedle Consortium on their backs. Shotgun with bayonet.

In the air, there is a large floating island suspended under the scorching sun. It is the reconstructed city of Dalaran. Warlocks and mages joined the upcoming war at the request of the empire. After the war begins, the mages of the elf city of Eresalas will cooperate with nearly a hundred armed airships of goblins, two phalanxes of imperial griffin knights and five phalanxes of elves and hippogryph knights to clear the land. Airspace, keeping ground troops safe from pesky wingworms.

From a distance, this is a super army mixed with multiple races. In front of this super large army formation of more than 150,000 people, even the fiercest Silithus desert's strong wind seems worthless. mentioned.

And in the Cenarion Fortress in the center of the desert, there is still a reserve army of 100,000 people, commanded by the kings, orc warlords and wild boar priests who came. They rushed to the front-line battlefield within a few years, but they stayed behind for a reason. In the battle of quicksand thousands of years ago, the Zerg used huge tunnel worms to attack the rear.

Therefore, the 100,000 people staying in the fortress must defend the main part of the fortress, so as not to be cut off by the insects during the fierce battle on the front line. The hive has been completely blown up by a huge amount of explosives. Although bugs continue to appear in the central area of ​​the desert, they can no longer pose an effective threat to the army.

And in the Marshall camp in Un'Goro Crater, the more distant logistics base, the druids of the Blightcaller are continuously spawning the plants in this basin. The climate of the desert is too harsh for these plant life, which directly led to this huge army of vegetative people, who can only be used as surprise soldiers in times of danger...

In that extremely arid environment, even the super strong bramble beasts would die quickly due to dehydration, but with the continuous support of forest spirit troops, it is absolutely impossible for Cenarion Fortress to fall, even with the last In the worst case, even if the front line is defeated, the fortress and logistics base can serve as the second line of defense, keeping the buggers at the southern end of the desert.

This is also the confidence of the coalition forces to send a super large-scale army. Before the entire Un'Goro crater and the trees in the Feralas wilderness are consumed, they can afford to lose.

The deer helmet holding the quicksand scepter looked back at the legion silent in the yellow sand behind him. During the battle against the insect nest, every soldier here had dealt with the insects. They knew how disgusting and terrifying the insects were. But they are still standing here.

Just like the Kaldorei legions commanded by him thousands of years ago...

This time...it's different.

Staghelmet clenched his fists. He stood on the high platform of the Beetle Wall. Behind him was the switch of the Beetle Wall, a gong. , then this quaint high wall will collapse in an instant, and the fallen kingdom that has been sealed behind the wall for a thousand years will also be seen again.

That was the scene he hated the most, but now, he wants to take the initiative to complete it.

Staghelmet took a deep breath, and he raised the quicksand scepter, as if he was lifting a warhammer. The next moment, his voice spread throughout the desert.

Soldiers...

Roll around and ask for a ticket~Ask for a monthly ticket~For the sake of the dark blade, give me a hand~