Azeroth’s Death Track

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Ner'zhul, who came alone to the Dark Temple, looked around the eerie building.

It was only two days away from the last time he came, but the building in front of him had turned upside down. Many of the skeletons evoked under the order of the death knights cleaned up the gravel ruins inside the building, and Under the direction of the little pink-haired dwarf, some skeletons are repairing the energy conduit inside the temple.

"It seems that Mr. Tyrion is going to live here..."

Ner'zhul's eyes blinked, and he watched with interest as the dwarf jumping up and down tempered the stupid skeletons. In his heart, he was evaluating the significance of these death knights' actions.

"This is probably a good thing."

Ner'zhul told himself: "He stayed here for a long time, which is equivalent to binding himself to Draenor's chariot. Once the demon invades the world, he will also fight back to protect himself...Terry Ang's Darkblade Knights are a united force!"

Luminas, wearing a long black dress, walked out of the darkness. She wore a dress similar to high heels, stepped on the ground and clicked. When not fighting, the beauty of the elf would always wear some past clothes. Before the arrival of Yrel, of all the knights of the Dark Blade Knights, she was actually the one most resembling a living person.

"Tirion asked me to take you up, Mr. Chief."

The death knight sister stood on her hips and stood impatiently in front of Ner'zhul. She lacked respect for the new chief of the orc. This is a matter of course. You can't ask a dead person how much he respects the living.

For this attitude, Ner'zhul didn't care. He was a person who had seen the big scene, and he even talked and laughed with the disguised big devil. Luminas seemed to him a death knight without much effort. The wonderful thing is that she still retains her previous preferences, which is much better than the deep-hearted Tyrion.

"Oh, it's always trouble for Miss Lumi to come and pick me up, which makes me very embarrassed, this should be regarded as a gift of thanks.

As soon as the big shaman's wrist turned, a crystal jewellery ring that combined luxury and exquisiteness fell into Luminas's hand. The latter picked it up and looked at it in front of her. Her eyes were full of intoxication.

"Oh, the rare 23 facets, pure amethyst, old-fashioned cutting process, perfect silver embellishment, this is a real boutique, accepting this gift makes me a little scared."

A very professional evaluation, Luminas is like a little girl, she put this jewelry on her finger, looked at it left and right, nodded with satisfaction, and once again looked at Ner'zhul's eyes became It has softened a lot. Of course, how soft the eyes of a dead man can only make people feel cold, but the hidden goodwill is felt by the big shaman.

He waved his hand with a smile:

"This is nothing, you know, the orc society does not circulate coins, and these jewels are not in line with our aesthetics. It is perfect for those who understand and appreciate it. By the way, I see you are renovating this temple. Thai Is Mr. Ryan planning to live for a long time?"

"Well, at least 5 years, he said so anyway."

Luminas replied casually, beckoning Ner'zhul to keep up, and the two quickly walked into the stairs of the dark temple. The big shaman looked around and found that there were more here than when he came last time. Many deceased who can move freely, pretending to be curious and asked:

"Are these corpses your source of reserve troops?"

"How can it be that simple?"

Luminas was also immersed in some slight joy of receiving gifts, which was not a secret anyway, she immediately answered Ner'zhul's question:

"We are not the same as the blood devil. Tyrion only needs elite knights. These corpses lack talent and will not be regarded as warriors. They are just some servants for training. Speaking of this, there are many corpses in this temple. , But not many meet the strict selection criteria of Tyraion."

"Well, is it taking the elite route?"

The rosary in Ner'zhul's hand stopped, he said with a smile:

"It seems that Mr. Tyrion's pursuit is very ambitious."

"Ah, who knows what he thinks in his heart."

Luminas sighed:

"It's been too busy these days, you see my hair color has become dry, it's a desperate life... Speaking, Mr. Ner'zhul, do you know that there is still darkness in Draenor A place like a shrine? There are a lot of victims, preferably the dense cities where war broke out."

"Well, let me think about it."

Ner'zhul closed his eyes for a moment and said to Luminas:

"The war between the orcs and the draenei has long ended. The draenei have fallen in the three major cities of Draenor. In addition to Karapo, there is the city of Shattrath in Talado and the Olympics. Kington...Okay, Okinton! It was originally the place where the draenei were buried. The followers of Gul'dan used to conduct evil experiments there and blow up the city. It should be in line with yours Claim."

Speaking, the old shaman saw Glokush, who was training Yrel, and he suddenly remembered something. He turned to look at Luminas and asked in a low voice:

"Have you hit your idea into the orc's graveyard?"

Ner'zhul's tone became rigid:

"I advise you not to do this. After removing the pollution of the evil energy, the orcs will definitely return to the ancestors' beliefs. The behavior of playing with the corpses is extremely evil in our opinion...between our current good cooperative relationship, you Not so reckless, right?"

"Look what you said..."

Luminas smiled with her mouth covered, a cold light flashed through her beautiful eyes, and she said softly:

"Relax, chieftain, the orcs killed two-thirds of the draenei. Their bodies are enough for us to use for a long time. Well, I will be here on the road to the rooftop. Go up yourself, Thai. Ryan is waiting for you."

Ner'zhul said goodbye to Luminas with a smile. When he disappeared in the stairs, Miss Lumi looked at the jewelry on her finger and smiled disdainfully. She turned and walked to her residence, a tumbling The murderous intention surged in her heart.

"Old and immortal things, dare to set my words, when you are useless... the first to kill you!"

"boom"

The false door of the roof was pushed open by Ner'zhul, and he saw Tyrion standing on the edge of the roof at a glance. Behind the death knight, there were several rickety shatterers who were carefully cleaning here and cleaning the roof. Gravel.

This is the first time Ner'zhul saw a living creature in the dark temple. Another prominent living creature, the little dwarf Ella, was subconsciously ignored by him. The dwarf obviously has a special relationship with these death knights. Maybe that dwarf It is the death knight reserve.

"Will the dead also drive alive life?"

Ner'zhul walked towards Tyrion, and he whispered, "I thought you would only trust the dead life."

"We will be alert to everyone who is alive, my friend Ner'zhul."

Tyrion turned around and looked at the big shaman with calm and cold eyes, he said softly: "But if they are still useful, I am not hesitant to give them a chance to die. Valuable things should be reasonable. Use, this is a very simple truth."

The death knight stopped. He waved his finger. Under the leadership of Akama, several breakers quickly withdrew from the rooftop, leaving only Tyrion and Ner'zhul. The elf looked at the orc and said:

"So, come to see me again after two days, it seems that you have learned a part of the facts, I thought you would make up a large army to kill the remaining Draenei in this world, after all... Is the source of all evil, isn't it?"

"The draenei are just insignificant characters. Sooner or later they will die, and the demons will kill them sooner or later. You don't need us to do it. You are right. My friend Tyrion. The most important thing now is for the orcs. Civilization leaves tinder!"

The big shaman waved his hands, and the roaring wind formed a vague seat behind him. He sat on it, leaning on the staff, his thin cheeks moved, and the gray mark on it was very clear. He looked at Terry Ang, Shen Sheng said:

"Let's talk about the last unfinished thing. Regarding the weapons that you said can open portals to other worlds, how do we get them? What do we have to pay for this?"

"You don't need to pay anything, this message is sent by me as a free expression..."

The death knight leaned on the stone pillar on one side. He flicked his fingers. A dark red spark of energy was beating at his fingertips. He said softly:

"The skull of Gul'dan in your hand can help you reopen the door of darkness. You also need a book that records the magical wisdom of all warlocks and wizards, the book of Medivh, which contains all the history. Teleportation, something you have seen, and something you haven't seen... that book is probably in the northern kingdom of Azeroth. If I remember correctly, it should be in the Kingdom of Alterac."

Ner'zhul nodded:

"An attempt to the unknown realm really requires the knowledge of the sages. Is the book of Medivh the book written by the guardian of the astral world? I have heard his name from Gul'dan."

"Who knows? Maybe he wrote it, maybe not."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed when he heard Medivh's name. He hated the name, but soon he adjusted his emotions and continued:

"It’s not enough to have a book alone, you also need the Scepter of Sargeras, which is a stick with endless world road signs sealed in it. It is collected by a group of self-righteous wizards not far from the Dark Portal The place is called Karazhan, I can give you a detailed map, as long as you break there, you can get this treasure..."

There was a stiff and soft smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth. He said softly:

"I will send my knight to act with you, but I suggest that you personally lead the elite warriors there. Those mages are very naive, but they are really good at fighting, don’t be merciful to them... only kill them, you To get that scepter!"

The death knight's voice became a bit cold, and the murderous intention in his language was noticed by Ner'zhul, and the old shaman snorted dissatisfiedly:

"Have you had a holiday with them? Borrow a knife to kill?"

"This question is meaningless to you, my friend."

Tyrion shrugged: "It's my business whether they and I have a holiday. They have what you need in their hands, so they will definitely become your enemy, which is easy to understand..."

"The last thing is stored in the magic city of Dalaran. It is a gem that can gather a lot of magic power. The mage calls it the eye of Dalaran."

The death knight said: "That is the most dangerous place. If you want to break through the city of the mage, there will inevitably be a lot of losses, and there is very close to Lordaeron. If you are not careful, you will be discovered by humans. You You know, in the current situation, human beings and orcs are almost no enemies."

"So you just drew me a pie, this is simply an impossible plan!"

Ner'zhul frowned: "I can't block the orc's future on a plan that depends on luck."

"No no no! You have an advantage!"

Tyrion shook his finger out:

"You really have an advantage! Humans have no prisoners who kill the orcs. Those prisoners are locked in prisoner of war camps. You only need to send some warriors to break through the prisoner of war camps. In a moment, you will get enough manpower and resources! And according to As far as I know, there are a large number of warriors in the three clan of Dragonmaw, Blackrock and Blood Ring stay in Azeroth, as long as you can persuade them..."

"That would be another crazy invasion!"

Tyrion spread his arms, a strange look shining on his cheeks:

"Tired human soldiers will die tragically under your weapons, and the poor order of that world will be challenged again! Think about it, Ner'zhul, launched a sudden attack with no human power at all, under panic , Their army will inevitably break up, you will grab the last supplies to prepare for the journey."

The death knight lowered his voice:

"The most important thing is that those orcs contaminated with magic blood have not been saved! Ner'zhul, don't take this opportunity to exhaust them, even if you find a new world, they will never die in their hearts. War enthusiasm will also mess up your new world... Instead of killing them yourself, let them die wherever they are... Let them die on the battlefield."

"You! You are really a devil! Tyrion!"

Ner'zhul said awkwardly, in the face of this accusation, Tyrion snorted, arms folded, and said softly:

"Actually, each of us is a sickening monster, and the real irony is that once you find yourself in hell, my friend, only the devil can rescue you... Come on, cooperate. .."

He reached out to Ner'zhul and said meaningfully:

"The scenery seen on the sacrifice of the Warriors must be very beautiful."

"What about you? Tyraine, all this, all you do, what can you get? I can't see what benefits you will get. Are you really a saint? I don't believe it!"

Ner'zhul looked at Tyrion. The latter did not hide, but said very directly:

"I'm different from what you want... Ner'zhul, the way I question the world is chaos and war."

"What is destiny? What is justice? Is that world, those so-called guardians desperately trying to maintain everything, is it really correct?"

"I want everyone who was hurt by war to think about this! Maybe it's difficult to understand, but it doesn't matter, you just need to know that so far, my actions are good for both parties, and I'm destined to win!"

"No one doesn't like victory, does it?"

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