Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tyrion and Velen have no hatred.

The two have collaborated in the past, so it is not out of personal grievance that he now instructs the Dark Edge Intelligence Bureau to plan the "Prophet Fall" operation. To be precise, there are two reasons for this action.

First, Velen has what he desperately needs. Three ships that can sail among the stars and store all the starships from Draenor to the world of Argus.

The engineering technology of the Black Iron Zone is indeed the most developed in Azeroth, but relying on the natural development of this civilization only depends on the engineers to make spaceships that can enter the stars and can jump long-distance space. For hundreds of years... The technology tree is not so easy to climb, especially the technology tree of this magic era.

The war with the Legion has entered a new era. According to the information that Tyrion has obtained from certain sources, perhaps a few years later, the main army of the Burning Legion from 33 star domains will gather in Matton, and then Launch the final attack on Azeroth.

In the ground battle, under the cover of the power of the dead realm, the Dark Blade Legion does not fear the devil, but in the air combat, the Dark Blade Legion lags far behind the Legion.

Tyrion must seize all the time to fill this vacancy. Of course, he can also launch a war against the draenei in the name of nobleness, but the focus of the current Dark Edge strategy is still on the realm of death, and Tyrion cannot distinguish too much. More power to deal with the draenei, not to mention, the lord did not want the draenei civilization to disappear.

So he has to take another approach.

The second is Velen himself.

Throughout Azeroth, the life most favored by the Holy Light belongs to the prophet Velen, who has the power of the Holy Light to confront the current Tyrion, and according to some theories, such Velen once Falling into death, once the power of death is accepted, the highest-end combat strength of the Dark Blade Legion will swell to a terrible point in an instant.

As for the big integration strategy between the realms of death, Tyrion desperately needs a helper who can confront Hella or Bangsandi head-on, Velen, is the most suitable.

And there is one last formal reason... The evaluation of the draenei civilization by the Forgotten Kings has been completed. This civilization relies too much on Prophet Velen’s observation of the future. This behavior of observing the future escapes from the stars When the draenei escaped numerous disasters, but now, they are already part of the Azeroth civilization system, they should be integrated into this system.

It is a pity that due to the existence of Velen, the draenei have basically maintained goodwill to the empire and the federal civilization, but like a neutral, they are unwilling to favor either side. This is what the forgetting kings do not want to see, Velen The existence of is too profound for the future of the draenei civilization. If you cannot get rid of the influence of the prophet, then the draenei will never be able to truly integrate into the civilization of Azeroth.

The above three points were put together, and the "Prophet Fall" operation was submitted to the Lord Lord. Tyrion did not think for too long before agreeing to this operation, and the tyrant Vihari, her appearance is just an accident, if not Iraq Riel recognized this former high-ranking sergeant on the battlefield. I am afraid that her soul would have been taken into the lord's bag and sold to others.

But in any case, Vihari's hatred of Velen made her very suitable for joining the "Prophet Fall" operation, and her familiarity with the Burning Legion also made her occupy an important position in this plan.

"So, that's the preparation for the early stage."

The shadow said to the lord: "We will prepare all the resources needed for the operation within 4-6 months. Probably after the end of the war against the night elves, we can launch the "Prophet Fall" action. If it is successful, the operation will end within 1 month."

"Well, let go and do it."

Tyrion waved his hand, and the shadow turned to leave with the aspiring Vihari agent, and just as they were about to enter the elevator, Tyrion seemed to remember something, he said in a hoarse voice of the undead :

"Shadow, Aurelia has prepared a sumptuous dinner tonight, and invited friends from the past to have dinner... Do you have to come, have you heard?"

Shadow's footsteps froze at this moment. She was silent for a few seconds, then made a nasal sound.

"Ok"

Vihari looked secretly at her chief. Although she could not see the expression of the shadow through the white mask, she could guess from the squinted eyes that the shadow should be laughing, and it looked like She is in a good mood.

In other words, there may be some...not so proper relationship between this sir, and the cold and majestic lord.

Tyrion is not clear that his new subordinate is guessing his emotional life gossip. He is very busy. Less than 10 minutes after the shadow leaves, the new visitor arrives again.

That's a... well, a gnome.

The Warlock Master Wilfred walked out of the elevator under the leadership of a death knight, led by a death knight. This sinister and timid dwarf came to the Dark Temple for the first time. He represented black Sickle Council, but he is still full of fear of the terrifying Lord of the Dark Blade. As a warlock, he knows more than many people what the Lord Lord has done in the past ten years.

Every thing will make him nightmare at night... You see, he is an evil warlock who plays with demons and people, but he still can't get rid of the shackles of race, and the nerves and timidity of the gnome's deep bone marrow still affect him.

Walking on the large platform of the Dark Temple, Wilfred felt a trace of cold. He couldn't help but wrap his black hood tightly, and inwardly cursed his boss Kel'Thuzad, the arrogant idiot, Probably because I didn't look good, so I guess he was sent to die.

"You are the messenger of the Black Scythe Council?"

Tyrion leaned on the icy throne and looked down at the trembling short man. His cold eyes made Wilfred help himself to kneel on the ground and said in a humble voice:

"Ah, the great high lord Lord Tyrion, I brought the reply of the Kel'Thuzad Grand Warlock..."

"Say!"

There was no change in Tyrion’s eyes, and Wilfred felt the coldness of the High Lord. He swallowed and swallowed Kel'Thuzad's reply originally:

"Kel'Thuzad said...he said...If you don't return his cat to him, he will never be able to cooperate with Dark Blade, er, this is not what I want to say, Lord Lord, I personally think about Dark Blade The Legion admires it very much, especially your legendary story. The other members of the Black Scythe Council are also looking forward to the cooperation of the dark blade, but our boss is such a... well, maverick."

Talking, the dwarf warlock looked up and looked at Tyrion with a flattering look. He extended his finger to his head and said in a sharp voice unique to the dwarf:

"You know, the warlocks are playing with evil energy, and that stuff is a little stimulating to the spirit. Our boss fell into the evil energy too deeply. His brain is sometimes not very easy to use... But believe me, this is not a declaration of war. This is not..."

"Okay, gnome!"

Tyrion interrupted Wilfred's nagging explanation. He looked at the gnome and whispered:

"I know Kel'Thuzad better than you. He wants his cat, right, then I will give him back."

Talking, the big lord stretched out his fingers and tore through the space, he grabbed Mr. Bigworth in Stormwind City, and between the flashes of light and shadow, a big fat cat appeared in Tyrion On the armrest of the throne, this black and white wizard cat is at least 3 laps fatter than the thin kitten, and the most important thing is...

Three little black cats in black and white, almost exactly the same as Mr. Biggworth's original, are playing in a play way, lying on the back of Mr. Biggworth's back and playing, making a naive cry, They messed up their dad's beautiful hair.

And our Mr. Bigworth looks irresistible...

There is no doubt that these three kittens are their children, and they also have the blood of pure wizard cats in their bodies.

Being taken away from Kel'Thuzad, it has been several years since now, and Mr. Bigworth has also changed from his previous kitten to his current cat father. In the past few years, it has been Thai A very important part of the Ryan family, a few girls treat it as a baby, give it the best food, give it the best enjoyment, the result is that the wizard cat, which should have been agile and dexterous, has now become a head Big slouchy cat.

In the past few years, Dornan has been searching hard in the two worlds, and finally found another pure-blooded wizard cat at the upper elf of Sindra who joined the Federation, and it happened to be a beautiful female. Mr. Gworth has a wife, two rare wizard cats form a family in the dark temple, and have offspring.

"Meow~"

The three little milk cats are not afraid of the majesty of the lord’s death. They are like playing games, lying on the armrest of the icy throne of the lord, and Mr. Biggworth, who is obese, is held in his arms by Tyrion. The lord touched the cat's hair and whispered:

"Remember Kel'Thuzad?"

"Meow~"

The lazy Mr. Bigworth made a meow without raising his head, which means he still remembers his master.

"So, are you willing to go back? He obviously misses you."

This sentence made Mr. Bigworth, who didn't care, suddenly raise his head. Its beautiful pupils stared at Tyrion's eyes. After confirming that the Lord Lord was not kidding, the smart wizard cat jumped. Lowering the arm of the High Lord, it squatted in front of Tyrion's eyes, just like a real human, and nodded to Tyrion.

"Meow~"

It yelled again, and then looked at its three children. There was a trace of tenderness in the eyes of the big fat cat. It tilted its head and stared at the big lord, its tail sweeping on the ground.

"Meow~"

"OK, all right."

Tyrion also nodded to Mr. Begworth:

"I welcome you to come back at any time, don’t forget that Miss Morty is still waiting for you here, and your three children, of course I will not stop you from meeting, you also have the space coordinates of the dark temple...but I Believe, you will not share it with others, right?"

"Meow~"

Mr. Bigworth blinked gently, and at the next moment, a black badge appeared on Tyrion’s finger with a blue ribbon on it. He bent down and put the badge on Bigworth Mr. Neck, then patted his head:

"So now, I appoint you as the ambassador of the Black Blade Legion in the Black Scythe Council. You want to promote the cooperation between the Black Blade Legion and the Black Scythe Council and urge Kel'Thuzad to accomplish what I need him to do... is there a problem? ?Ambassador Bigworth?"

"Meow!"

Mr. Bigworth's answer this time brought a bit of firmness, like a warrior with a mission, it nodded to Tyrion, and then patted the three little milk cats crouching in front of it. His head was like his father before he left. In the end, in the mourning calls of three little milk cats, Mr. Bigworth turned and jumped on the shoulder of the gnome warlock Wilfred.

It squatted on the dwarf's shoulders, and its fat body seemed to become magic, and it quickly lost its weight. In a blink of an eye, it changed back to what it was when it left Kel'Thuzad. His child and the high lord waved goodbye, and a blue space magic light wrapped it with the gnomish body.

At the next moment, in the panic scream of the dwarf warlock, one person and one cat disappeared...

Mr. Bigworth is a rare pure-blood sorcerer cat, and it is just a teleportation technique, don’t you think it won’t work?

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"Boom"

The deep dark thunder tumbling in the deep clouds, along with the sound, is the pale lightning that is constantly flipping in the dark sky, which is the only light in this **** that is crying and wolfing, passing by in a flash In the pale luster, the sight of this piece of **** will be revealed before every unlucky egg that enters it.

The tumultuous sea of ​​gray fog, the wrecked wreckage like zombies, only knowing the predatory and destructive broken debris, the boneless warriors entangled with seaweed and barnacles, stumbling on the coast, and the tumbling in the air Unknown, those incompetently decaying, disgusting prison cages, and the eternally tortured souls in the cages.

This is hell...another hell!

"Boom"

Under another thunder, the shadow Wagley flapping black wings appeared in front of the visitor's eyes. She looked at the tall creature in front with her malicious eyes and said in an obscure voice:

"Get out! Demon, this is not where you should come!"

"Really?"

Fearing the third lord of the Parliament, Mestos, the demon lord of Nasrezm with blue and white wings, looked up and looked at Wagri in front of him without fear.

"Then go back and tell your master... just say..."

"The messenger's goodwill messenger, I, come!"

"Let Hella come out to meet me... The friendship of the Legion is not so good to refuse!"

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