Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Orc?"

Velen's eyebrows were raised. His excellent white long eyebrows jumped in the air a few times. The Prophet began to look at the death knight in another eye. He whispered:

"Orcs' "great migration" is also related to you?"

"You have been closed for too long!"

Tyrion's fingers jumped: "Mr. Ner'zhul is still a guest in the Dark Temple. In fact, if I hadn't planned the orc's migration, would Teredor still exist? This is an unknown."

The death knight's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the prophet:

"After all, with the orc's temper, knowing that the demons are following you, and they and their world are just incidental victims, it is hard to say what they will do to the remaining Draenei... they Reckless and violent, you have experienced it once 10 years ago, haven’t you?"

The death knight's answer stopped the prophet's finger turning the rosary. After a moment, he sighed a long way:

"Kilgardan's hatred towards us, even if it is far away from the galaxy and time, has never weakened. It is just an accident that we fell in Draenor. No one wants to see this happen. It is regrettable for everyone. Disaster."

"Then at least you should tell the orcs the hidden dangers of demons after you settle in this world!"

Tyrion said diametrically:

"Instead of pretending to build your own city with nothing happening, it’s like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. In fact, if you can openly tell the danger to the orc ancestors 200 years ago, maybe the orcs Things that are deceived to drink the blood of the devil will not happen..."

"You want to cover up a disaster with silence, which led to a bigger and worse disaster. Prophet, I think at least in this matter, you have an inescapable responsibility for the world's defeat and the orc's depravity!"

The death knight took a step back and he snorted:

"As for Kil'jaeden, the paranoid just thinks that you have betrayed the friendship and trust of the three ruling regiments, and that's it. It was your best friend and dearest brother, if that was me, I would also Crazy chasing you."

"Snapped"

The rosary in Velen's hands was fastened, and on his old cheeks, the eyes that looked like they were carrying Xinghai stared at Tyrion:

"You even know the story of Kil'jaeden... This makes me even more curious. What kind of soul is it carrying in this dead body in front of me?"

"This question is meaningless, prophet."

Tyrion spread his hands, and there was a hint of play in his eyes:

"Unless you will agree to my request after knowing this answer, I will not answer you."

"This is impossible, boy."

The Prophet shook his head and said slowly:

"I still don’t know what you want me to do for you. You are a leader, and I am also a leader. We all know the burden of leaders. In many cases, we can’t wilfully obey our will to wield the sword in our hands and protect the people. Is the first thing we have to consider."

"Okay, let me be honest."

Tyrion lowered his voice again:

"I’m already familiar with the division of the world of Draenor in the future, but unfortunately there has been a factor out of my control in this bad world recently... You can think that I am provoking the separation, this is okay, but after going back , You can send your scouts, or go to Gorgrond to see for yourself...A barbaric race that is not part of this world is taking root there."

The death knight's fingers interlaced, and he looked at the prophet:

"I can't deal with him by myself, so I need your help, and we will work together to drive him away, which is good for you and me, and our respective people."

"Just drive away?"

Velen narrowed his eyes:

"This seems to be different from the style of the Dark Blade Knights."

"Frankly speaking, even with the help of an immortal like you, we can't kill it."

The death knight does not seem to want to say too much on this issue, he replied casually:

"In this world, there are no weapons that can kill it."

The Prophet thought for a moment, then nodded:

"Okay, we need a little time to verify that if that creature really poses a great threat to my people as you said, I am willing to help."

This simple and neat answer made Tyraine stunned. The Prophet seemed to know the death knight's thoughts. He glanced at the silent Yrel, and he whispered:

"We will all learn from the disasters of the past. The fall of Karapo and Shattrath has taught us a lot of things about exiles... Now, can you tell me where you know so many secrets that happened in the count How did you know about things thousands of years ago?"

Facing this problem, Tyrion just glanced at the pendant on the chest of the prophet. The pendant was inlaid with a gorgeous and mysterious purple gemstone. He replied:

"One of Atama Crystal’s Soul Songs allows you to see through the silhouette of the future and make the most favorable judgment, and I see through the price of fate, it is much more painful. When I wander on the edge of death, I see The fragments of a lot of time, although only fleeting, are enough to let me see a lot of secrets."

The death knight took a step back, and he asked in a puzzled tone:

"And I am more curious about the fact that if the gem of the soul song can really reveal the future, then why did you not react to the war and slaughter launched by the orcs, but let it happen?"

Tyrion’s answer is difficult to fully believe, but he can’t refute it. After all, the Prophet himself hasn’t died once, and he can’t be sure that Tyrion said it’s true or false, but Tyrion’s next question made The Prophet was silent for a long time, and he replied with some interest:

"It's not a panacea, Tyrion, and some fate can't be changed if you know it. Seeing the future is not a thing to be proud of. In many cases, it can only bring pain and pain. Pain and irreparable, I can only watch the guilt of the disaster."

The conversation with Tyrion was over. The Prophet turned and left. At the moment he left the hall, Velen's weak voice came into Tyrion's ear:

"Please treat Yrel better, that kid... suffered too much."

After Velen left the draenei, Adal's gaze, the Shuangbo people who had a deep hatred had finally started their own communication.

The Alliance Expeditionary Force is currently in an embarrassing situation. They are not fully prepared for the drastic changes that occurred in the world of Draenor in more than a year. In fact, it is difficult for anyone to believe that only relying on more than a year, Terry Ang gathered such a huge force.

More than 5,000 expeditionary soldiers were trapped dead in the Hellfire Peninsula, and the garrison army there no longer attacked the Expeditionary Forces, but if the expeditionary soldiers wanted to leave the Hellfire Peninsula, they would encounter no resistance at all. Blocking is like being trapped in a cage.

There are only two roads in front of them, either open the door of darkness, return to Azeroth, or negotiate with Tyrion to retrieve the stolen artifact in a peaceful manner, but it is not without good things. After understanding the current situation in the world of Draenor, the alliance does not need to worry about the orcs. The orc forces in the world of Draenor have been compressed to the extreme, and they can no longer threaten another world.

But instead, after the expeditionary forces return, the alliance countries may need to be prepared to deal with the overwhelming army of undead corps that will be attacked at any time.

In a sense, that is 10,000 times worse than the orc invasion!

"So, what are you going to talk to me about?"

The meeting with Velen was not a success, but there was some contact with each other. Tyrion had 7 points of confidence that Velen would agree to his request. He was sitting in the chair that Yrel moved in at this time. , Looked at the commanders of the Alliance Expeditionary Force in front of him with an extremely relaxed attitude.

There is no concealment of their contempt for them.

This arrogant gesture caused General Danas to anger again, but he was not professional in this aspect of negotiation, so the right to speak fell naturally in the hands of the most wise guy in the commander.

Archmage Khader added the previous step. His sea-blue eyes stared at the death knight. He said in a deep voice:

"First of all, we want you to return the artifact that was taken by the orcs."

"Secondly, I would love to know where Captain Aurelia and Paladin Myra. The Blade of Dawn were turned by you? Please release them."

"Two rude requests!"

Tyrion looked at Khadgar calmly. He replied:

"However, negotiation is just a deal, so I wonder what I can get?"

"We will evacuate Draenor and will not cause you any more trouble. Your legion deployed on Hellfire Peninsula can also be transferred to other battlefields."

Khadgar's eyes flashed a light, and he said calmly:

"To conquer the entire Draenor, you probably need to use every power in your hand reasonably, right?"

The answer made Tyrion and Yrel laugh at the same time. After a short laugh, Tyrion's expression became serious. He stretched out **** and shook before Khadgar's eyes:

"Two mistakes, Archmage, first of all, your existence is not a problem for me at all. The death knights of the garrison army only need a wave of charge to take your poor camp, and second, even if you don’t come , The legion of Hellfire Citadel will stay there..."

The death knight narrowed his eyes. He changed his sitting position, his arms were on his knees, and the sound of the collision of the armor, Tyrion said softly:

"Do you really think that the garrison of the Hellfire Citadel is used for defensive warfare? Let me remind you, think about it with your poor imagination. Once the door of darkness reopens, the garrison What kind of storms can the sea of ​​undead in your world cause? What the orcs can do, there is no reason we cannot do it."

"Are you threatening us?"

The grumpy dwarf stepped forward and shouted, "Azeroth does not accept threats! You can let your undead try to cross the gate of darkness, and the Legion of Watchtower will dismantle your undead into bones. !"

"I'm not threatening you! Dwarves!"

Tyrion Shen Sheng said:

"I just remind you of one thing...The reason I left the Alliance Advance is because your existence is meaningless. 5,500 undead are not worth mentioning to the Dark Blade Knights, the only thing that makes sense is you Four! If you die, it will probably become the high-end combat power I need now, so understand the reality, commanders!"

"You are not qualified to meet me in the prerequisite!"

Tyrion’s fingers curled up and his voice became cold:

"Want to get the artifact back? Yes, but you need to work for me... What kind of eyes are you, dwarf, and I won't let you move the body for me! I just need a guy who can fight, for me Fight, and then I will return the artifact to you, and then give you gifts to leave this world!"

Yrel also said eloquently:

"As a qualified commander, how much do you have to consider for your soldiers! Is everyone willing to follow you to the battlefield?"

"We will not fight for evil!"

Turalyon shook his head and firmly rejected Tyrion’s request, but at the next moment, the death knight waved his hand:

"No, no, you misunderstood. I don't need you all to come. With your strength, it is also a burden to come. Among you, there is only one player I like!"

The naked humiliation made the commanders in front of him furious, and Terion's eyes finally fell on the Archmage. He said playfully:

"So I'm waiting for your answer, my friend Khadgar."

Tyrion's gaze made Khadgar take a step back. He spread his hands and whispered:

"Lord Blade Lord takes me so seriously, should I feel honored? But if you really have sincerity..."

"Uh"

The black soul stone was thrown into Khadgar's hand, Tyrion stood up, patted the dust that didn't exist, and turned to take Yrel out of the hall:

"This is my sincerity, and this is my prepaid remuneration. One day later, at Auchindun Necropolis, I am waiting for you, my warrior Khadgar!"

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In the evening, Khadgar came to the Tianya Tavern by himself. He was searching among the bustling crowd. Soon, he found a special person in the corner.

The Archmage sat at the table and looked at the high-elf in white robe in front of him. With a trace of vigilance, he asked:

"I received your magic letter, but I am more curious, who the **** are you?"

"Archmage Khadgar, isn't it a good taste to work for evil? And is it important who I am?"

Bronze Dragon Sephor drank a glass of wine very boldly. She wiped her mouth and said meaningfully:

"You just need to know that in this world, the only person who can help you to break through the difficulties is me alone, which is enough!"

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