Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Everyone is here."

Ella, a dwarf wearing a black and white tuxedo, stood awkwardly in front of Tyrion and bowed respectfully to salute:

"Lord Lord, everyone is waiting for you."

The pink-haired little gnome had a formal identity on the 41st day after being "abducted" to Draenor. She was appointed the manager of the Dark Temple a few days ago. "housekeeper".

Although it seems unreliable and has no deterrent effect on its short stature, it is also impossible. The death knights are reluctant to waste their time on trivial matters. The newly broken breakers are obviously not trustworthy. This role can only be assumed by Ella.

For this appointment, the gnome initially refused. How could she, an engineer from the Azeroth civilized world and the technology city Gnomeregan, become a steward of the death knights?

But her current "guardian" Luminas told him that the death knights had researched and decided that Ella, who had no way to resist, could only go down and take the post in despair, and the ingenious Miss Luminas gave her back With a decent outfit, in short, the little dwarf who had no sense of existence is now a member of the Dark Blade Knights!

"Yep"

Tyrion stood up from the throne of stone. The broken throne has been repaired by the broken people. The originally scattered rooftops are also neatly tidyed, and they look much better.

He walked towards the conference hall on the second floor of the temple, and Ella followed him step by step. The gnome held a form in his hand, and seemed to be calculating something.

"Are the broken ones obedient?"

Tyrion suddenly asked, and scared Ella. She looked up at the Lord of the Death Knight, patted her chest, and said in a clear voice:

"I asked Akama to direct them, but the completion of each assignment was very low, probably because of their unconsciousness."

"Low completion? That means they are lazy?"

Tyrion’s expression didn’t change. He waved his fingers. The ghost owl Moonclaw quickly appeared in the darkness and landed on Tyrion’s shoulder. The death knight lowered his head and said something to it. Moonclaw quacked. Twice, fluttering wings and flew into the darkness.

"I will execute one-tenth of the breakers as a warning!"

Tyrion added a tone:

"Ella, you come to supervise. If their work efficiency has not improved, the next execution is up to you!"

The **** decision made the gnome's face pale, and she stuttered:

"Lord Lord, maybe... maybe we don't need to be so cruel, maybe... there may be other solutions, I'm not questioning you, but... this is some, too..."

"Ok?"

The death knight turned his head and looked at the trembling gnome, a flash of light flashed in his ice-blue eyes:

"I have given you the command of the Necromancer, Ella, if you think my decision is too cruel, then you should deal with it before it happens! You are the manager of the breaker, they Your life is in your hands!"

"I gave the broken people a new life, gave them the power to move in the sun, gave them work, and they used laziness to reward me. Do you think this is normal? Do you think it should be? You think they should not be punished ?"

This rhetorical question made the gnome speechless. After a while, she lowered her head and said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, Lord Lord, I... had no experience of this kind of **** and management, but I still ask you to take back the cruel command, I will...

The gnome raised his head and there was fear in his eyes, but out of a certain persistence to protect life, she still gritted her teeth and said:

"I promise, I will handle all this!"

"Guarantee?"

Tyrion tasted the word. After a while, he glanced at the dwarf, and his eyes made the hair on the neck of the dwarf stand upright, but in the end, Tyrion nodded:

"Very well, the debris saved his life, and I am looking forward to your assurance."

"boom"

Tyrion no longer ignored the entanglement of the gnome. He turned and pushed open the door. The death knights standing on both sides bowed to the high lord. In this hall decorated with crystal lamps, the members of the Dark Blade Knights had already All of them were there, watching Tyrion walk in, and the death knight and blood mage stood up to greet their leader.

Tyrion nodded at everyone and sat in the front chair. He coughed and knocked on the table:

"Report your results, brothers."

The first to stand up was the blood mage Seven. After becoming more skillful with the instinct manipulation of Sahrain, the high elf mage, who had already entered the old age, regained his young body at the cost of becoming more hazy. The character, and the **** haze that began to linger around the body, was a sequelae of excessive blood drawing.

"By your order, we went to Talado to investigate."

Seven raised his finger, and in the beating of the blue light, a map made of magic was suspended in front of everyone's eyes. He pointed to the map and introduced:

"According to the Draenei literature we found in the ruins, this was originally the core area of ​​the Draenei rule, but when the orcs slaughtered the Draenor world, it was completely destroyed by the war, and the fine details are no longer here. Explain that the point is that we found two very important pieces of information in Talado!"

Seven stopped, extending his finger to zoom in on the magic map in front of him:

"In the south of Talador, where there were originally draenei catacombs, according to their tradition, all dead draenei bodies and souls will be sent to this necropolis, they are in Draenor After 200 years, the corpses and souls stored here are very impressive. In addition, there was a big explosion in Oakington, and there are many corpses left by orcs in the ruins. The most important thing is that their souls Are still bound there!"

"According to preliminary investigations and estimates, this should serve as the second stronghold of the Dark Blade Knights! If we can fully control Oakington, the undead from the endless stream will be enough to capture at least one third of us. Draenor! Otham and I have prepared a large necromantic conversion circle in the ruins of Auchinton, and we can start the call at any time.

Seven's conclusion made Tyrion nod, he said softly:

"You are doing very well, Oakington will definitely fall into our hands, what else?"

"There is also information about Shattrath City. Let me explain this. He stayed in that city for 3 days."

Seven sat in a chair, and Serent stood up and continued to explain the information he collected to the Knights. Under his consciousness, the blood mage used magic to roughly make a model of Shattrath City.

"The draenei have three big cities, the Temple of Karapo, Shattrath City and Oakington. In my investigation, two-thirds of Shattrath City have been destroyed in the orc slaughter, but the remaining So far, there are still people in the lower third of the city."

"The broken people who lost their homes, the ogres who fled from Gorgrond, and the orc refugees who escaped the war, and finally some of the draenei who lived in the city. All races live in this city, and the number is very impressive. And the defense is not worth mentioning."

Serent's fingers were dancing in the air, he said awkwardly:

"The most important thing is that it is very close to Oakington. As long as we control Oakington, the undead army can reach Shattrath in one day!"

"No, it's not as easy as you said!"

Yrel, who first attended the Cavaliers Conference, retorted:

"I guess you must not have entered the deepest part of Shattrath, Mr. Serente. There was a Naru in Shattras 10 years ago. According to you, since Shattrath City still exists, then Narua Dahl is very likely to still exist in Shattrath, perhaps it is the shelter of these refugees in the war!"

"Naru? That kind of legendary light creature?"

Serent frowned, and he looked at Yrel:

"I did not enter the inner layer of Shattrath. Speaking of which, when I was active in that city, I did feel an energy similar to the Holy Light..."

"Okay, Shattrath’s question will be discussed later. If we need troops, Oakington and Alanka Peak Forest may be more suitable for our invasion. I am very satisfied with the information you brought. Let’s talk about the orcs. ."

Tyrion interrupted his discussion. He turned his gaze to Glokus sitting on his left, and said to the silent orc death knight:

"This time, I want you to join the adventures of the orcs to help them obtain the book of Medivh and the eye of Dalaran."

Glokush did not object, he just nodded coldly:

"it is good!"

"Those death knights who have come in sincerity, those under the blood demon, will follow you this time."

There was a hint of coldness in Tyrion's eyes. He said:

"Your mission is not to protect them, but to choose. The Dark Blade Knights don't waste. Only those who survived the battle are eligible to continue to exist, so even if the whole army is annihilated."

The orc nodded, and Tyrion looked at Yrel again. He hesitated for a moment and said:

"Yrel, this time you followed Ner'zhul to Karazhan, this is your first battle, so no matter what the result is, you must protect yourself, and if you have the opportunity, send me a "gift" for Karazhan Masters..."

"Tell them, the Dark Knight is not so easy to get!"

"Observe!"

Yrel stood up and responded to Tyrion’s orders aloud. The Lord Lord nodded. He stood up with his hands on the table and said to everyone:

"The orcs came out of the nest, which is a good opportunity for us to develop their strength. In addition to Glokus and Yrel, the next thing we need to do is before the orc soldiers return to Draenor, Form the first Legion of the Undead Knights!"

"Are we going to fight the orcs?"

Luminas lay on the table with no bones. She looked at Tyrion curiously, the red light in her eyes beating violently: "Can we finally kill the orcs?"

"Don't be so explicit, Lumi, it's a bad habit to always tell the truth."

Tyrion gave a stiff smile:

"The cooperation with the orcs is coming to an end, and our relationship with them will always undergo some small changes... I also want to be friends with the orcs, but it’s a pity that the world of Draenor is too small to coexist with so many forces. ."

"Okay, guys, get ready! It will be busy next."

Tyrion ended the meeting, and the death knights left the hall in twos and threes, leaving only Tyrion and Glokus.

"Is Draenor really hopeless?"

Glokus asked in a low voice: "Obviously the elements have begun to recover."

"Oh, black hand, it looks like you still have feelings for your world."

Tyrion said softly that Glokush shook his head:

"I can't talk about feelings, I just saw the world where I was born and grew up, and I feel a little bit... Speaking of it, you want to kill the orcs? Didn't you promise Ner'zhul that they will find a new world?"

"New world?"

Tyrion gave a low laugh: "Oh, didn't I already give them?"

This sentence made Glokus flustered, and then heard Tyrion say:

"If the orcs still have a little wisdom, they will seize their last chance, Azeroth, that is the only new world they can find! There are indeed many portals sealed in the scepter of Sargeras, but none of them It can bring hope to the orcs. In the world already occupied by demons, there is only despair everywhere."

"So, did you deceive Ner'zhul?"

There was a glimmer of gloom in Glokush's gray eyes:

"Everything he does, everything he does to save this world, has no meaning at all, right?"

"How can it be meaningless?"

Tyrion leaned back in his chair, fingers crossed:

"If the orc warriors cannot be transferred from this world in a reasonable way, it will be difficult for the Necromancer to develop. Your tradition makes you hate death. I just think about the problem from our perspective, and then make a most Good choice... In addition, I can assure you, Glokus, that your compatriots will live well in Azeroth, a hundred times better than staying in Draenor and waiting to die!"

"Azeroth is a world with secrets. I can’t tell you what that secret is, but I can say with certainty that it’s the last place for the orcs, not just the orcs... but also, in all this After the end, I will not kill the old and weak orcs of the world, as long as they will not resist me!"

Tyrion stared in Glokus' eyes:

"This is my promise to you!"

"Yep"

Glokus nodded and didn't speak again. Before he left, Tyrion suddenly remembered something. He walked to the black hand and whispered to him:

"The noble of Alterac, Presto, if you meet him on this trip, don't resist him, obey his request, there is a huge force behind that noble, don't provoke him, it is very dangerous Guy!"

"Okay, I know."

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