Azeroth’s Death Track

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The good secret talks with Velen were chosen to be held in Shattrath City, which is a neutral city. Although it will always be biased towards the draenei, if Naruadal, who rules here, is not mad, it will not Break the abiding neutrality.

Because that means that the Orchington regiment stationed less than 1 day away from Shattrath will immediately attack the city, and then it will cause an internal war in the world of Draenor. From the current situation, Even if all the remaining lives in the world of Draenor are tied together, it is not enough for Tyrion's Dark Blade Knights to fight.

The mad undead, but the frontal defeated the unstoppable demons!

Coupled with the terrible weapon that Tyrion brought out at the end of the war, the ray that burned like the real sun, if he really used that weapon to attack Shattrath, probably except Naru himself, All other lives will be burned to death in an instant.

Naru generously provided a safe enough place for the meeting between the Prophet and the Lord of the Blades. On weekdays, the crowds of the Shattrath Tianya Tavern, this day, even the owner of the tavern was "invited" to the city square on.

It is a pity that in this absolutely safe meeting place, the two people's talks were at a stalemate from the beginning.

"Why should the draenei leave Draenor?"

With a hint of anger, Velen said in a deep voice:

"We have lived here for 200 years! Many draenei were born here, grew up here, everything about them is here, here is our home! How can you say such rude requests!"

"I don't know which master will attract villains to tear down his home."

Wearing a full-cover helmet and wearing a **** cloak, Tyrion Urge rebutted violently: "Your home is in Argus, where it has been occupied by demons, you just fled here, and you have brought disaster to this world. .. What's more, Prophet, are you deaf? I mean, let you take a part of the draenei out of this world and go to Azeroth!"

Under the helmet, those ice-blue eyes stared at the Prophet:

"Don't tell me, you didn't see the future of the draenei...the future of your race is not in Draenor! Azeroth, that's where you should go!"

"Of course I saw it!"

Velen shook his head:

"We will go to Azeroth, but not now. The future guided by fate does not happen at this moment. We have to wait and wait quietly in the world of Draenor."

"Don't be stupid! Prophet, the future has changed."

Tyrion said disdainfully:

"Changed by me personally, you either have to bravely jump into the new future and look for hope, or you can only be trapped in Draenor and watch your race dying... Don’t forget to open the key to the dark door In my hands! I will not let you leave, you never want to take a step out of Draenor!"

"is it?"

Faced with this explicit threat, the Prophet was playing with a black rosary in his hand. His wise eyes looked up and down in the thick armor of Tyrion. After a while, he suddenly said:

"What are you hiding? Tyrion... In my memory, you never wear a helmet... In the battle with Kazak, you were not harmless, right? Just with your knight Like the regiment, you also suffered heavy casualties, don't think I don't know what you want to do!"

The prophet's hand knocked on the table, he said seriously:

"I won't give you the remaining cemetery of the draenei! You also don't want to defile the soul of the warrior!"

The atmosphere of the conversation between the two was instantly frozen. After the truth was broken, the vague hostility finally tore the mask of the "ally" and truly placed the irreconcilable conflict on the table.

After ten seconds of silence, Tyrion suddenly said:

"Guess what, Prophet, how many times can your Forbidden Demon Ship block Lukma's Breath?"

"Think again, can the storm fortress that can't take off face the long-range strike of the Eye of Sargeras, can it protect your people from harm?"

"Even if the Dark Blade Knights suffered heavy casualties, I was desperate and the united undead defeated the demon, would the Draenei be more difficult to deal with than the demon?"

"boom"

The Lord Lord smashed the fist of his armor on the table. The cold frost covered the whole table in an instant. He stared at the Prophet's eyes and said calmly:

"I have many ways to ruin your arduous civilization! Velen...I came with goodwill, and you thought your unilateral rejection would prevent me from getting it?"

"If the negotiation does not get what I want, I will start a war and get it myself!"

"Are you and your people really prepared to die in Draenor?"

The Prophet's eyes became angry, but then he became calm. He looked at Tyrion. The rosary in his hand stopped at this moment. The Prophet's eyes closed slightly. He said softly:

"Then come!"

"Let me see, your war, your death, can you extinguish the Holy Light! Tyrion, since you have raised the threat of war, then you may as well guess, Turalyon practicing the Holy Light in Shattrath City Where was the Paladin sent by Naru?"

"If you really are as omniscient as you claim, then you should know... the draenei have never been alone!"

"Click"

Tyrion's fingers made a crisp sound, and his eyes became dangerous:

"You called the Legion of Light? Stupid! Don't you know that your so-called Mother of Light is crazy?"

"The great Zela just believed in the fate she saw, she was not crazy..."

Velen opened his eyes, igniting an inexplicable light in his eyes:

"I didn't summon the Legion of Light, a priest like me. I knew that once the Light reached its extreme, it wasn't a good thing, but if I and my people were forced into desperation...I don't mind doing that! "

This round of tit-for-tat threats against each other once again made the atmosphere in the house embarrassing. After another ten seconds, Tyrion suddenly smiled:

"Then why were you not desperate when you were slaughtered by orcs? Do you think I am better than Orcs? Velen... In my memory, you are not so stubborn and dare to sacrifice everything."

"That's because the war between you and your knights against the demons has shown me hope of struggle. Your victory has evoked the courage in my heart and the hope in my people..."

Velen's tone also softened:

"I have to thank you for these undeads, Tyrion, I sincerely thank you... We are only participants in this war, but its glorious victory still awakens the sleeping draenei civilization, it Will become a scene in our history that cannot be ignored."

"The dead will teach the living a lot... and I used to think that we actually became friends."

"Will you be friends with the dead?"

Tyrion asked calmly: "Don’t hide your heart, Prophet, no living person is willing to be friends with the dead. The difference in the nature of life will make each other repulsive. I never thought of making friends with living people. It’s not fun to ask...but since both sides have their own cards, let’s use a more mature and sensible method to resolve the dispute."

He tapped his finger twice on the table:

"I will send the death knight to Teredor to call for new knights, but only those souls who are not willing to die and are willing to continue fighting after death. This is my last concession!"

"But I still can't accept it!"

The Prophet shook his head:

"Except for this question, everything else can be discussed, but this one can't be discussed! I can't sell the Warriors to death after they die. This is also my bottom line!"

"So you are willing to let the heroes who can continue to fight be worn away all souls and wills in time, and finally weathered into meaningless bones... really pedantic!"

Tyrion snorted, but seeing that the Prophet was determined, he decided not to discuss this issue any more. Even if the Toledo Necropolis was fully excavated, there were only 300-500 knights to be recruited. It is better to put aside this dispute if it breaks.

"Okay, skip this question."

The death knight straightened his body, and he looked at Velen: "I will open the door of darkness and let you enter Azeroth. I can even accompany you in a play and let you better integrate into that world."

"What's the price?"

The Prophet asked: "The demons will not give up Draenor. It is really dangerous to stay here. Maybe you are right. It is not a good thing to go to Azeroth in advance, but I want to know what I need to pay for it. ?"

"I want one of your ships!"

Tyrion's eyes narrowed: "There are many dangerous demons that need to be held alone, so I want to ban the magic ship!"

"impossible!"

The Prophet shook his head and refused: "The Demon Forbidden Spaceship is the only airship loaded with defensive weapons. That cannot be given to you!"

"Okay, come second, I heard that you have a boat dedicated to the cultivation of various plants, and there is a complete life support system inside, called an ecological boat, right? I want that!"

Tyrion extended a finger and shook:

"Don’t be too busy rejecting it, Prophet, as a head, I’ll divide the remaining half of the Franeland peninsula beyond the waters of Gorgrond. In fact, your ship has stayed there all the time. The rich forest is hidden, right?"

"You even know this."

A trace of consternation flashed in the prophet's eyes:

"It seems that you are fully prepared. Speaking of it, the sudden collapse of the other half of the Franconian peninsula is your hands and feet, the breath of Rukma, right? A storm fortress across the ocean was observed. A disaster, my people think it was the aftermath of a major earthquake."

"Of course, I never fight unsure battles!"

Tyrion clenched his fists:

"The rest of your people can be fully carried out with three flying ships. The most important thing is that the storm fortress that can no longer take off stays in Draenor, and it can also provide your civilians with a safe place to live and decide to stay. Those who come down can live forever in the Franconian peninsula overseas, that is the draenei reserve in Draenor, you can station troops, you can leave observers, etc., and those orcs who stay in Draenor In the same way, our well water does not violate the river water."

"Some of these conditions are too generous."

The Prophet narrowed his eyes:

"The generous ones make me dare not accept it."

"So this is conditional!"

Tyrion coughed a few times and said:

"First of all, the draenei method of using Apexis crystal! Secondly, the wreckage of Atama crystal, I now need a piece, shadow of leaves!"

"It's not that I don't want to give you, Tyrion, but I tried to reconcile with the orcs 13 years ago, but it was a failed diplomacy."

The Prophet said with regret:

"The orcs have taken away the leaf shadow and the angry heart from me, and we have lost them forever."

"Don't pretend, Prophet."

Tyrion sneered:

"The shadow of Fanye is lost, I know about it, but you have recovered it, otherwise why did Rogerio not find your spaceship when he went to scout the Plain of Franlon? According to legend, the shadow of Fanye can be easily It makes a city disappear in the sight of mortals, and the spaceship of the size of the Storm Fortress is not completely destroyed when it falls. That is the role of the strongest Naru shield, right?"

"Look, I don't have the lion's large opening to ask for all the crystals, it is extremely restrained."

The death knight stood up and moved his wrist. He looked at the prophet and said with a final word:

"7 days of preparation. At dawn on the 8th day, the death knight will launch a full-scale attack on the draenei. By that time, the door of darkness will also reopen. You and my conversation will not be known by a third person. This will be a secret for you and me, as long as you don’t disclose it, no one will know."

"This is for the good of your people. I think you can understand this. Sometimes, ignorance is a supreme blessing. It can make the ignorant move forward bravely."

"The draenei will leave the fire of civilization in Draenor, and I will not destroy it. On the contrary, the flame will continue to burn until the Knight of the Dark Blade falls, provided that the ones you left behind People won't cause me trouble..."

The Prophet also stood up, he adjusted his robe and looked at Tyrion:

"So, see you next time, we are the enemy, right?"

The death knight did not answer this question directly, he just whispered:

"Just let the survivors of the deceased, let the deceased of the deceased, be clear, and treat each other well!"

"Take your people to Azeroth, where is your home. There is nothing but death here. This is not your dream home."

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