Azeroth’s Death Track

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The Lord’s work is very busy every day.

Although there is a complete system of the Dark Edge Corps in operation that is fulfilling his ambitious plans for the lord, many things still have to be done by the lord himself.

On the one hand, the extremely important things are left to the subordinates to do, and Tyrion is not so relieved.

On the other hand, for the characters he valued very much, the lord was willing to "wasting" some time on them.

Just like now, in the hall on the top floor of the Dark Temple, Tyrion is receiving the secret clay shaman, Nobundo.

Nobundo came to meet with the Lord Lord, not to talk about the issue of the extremely well-developed clay council, but to bring an answer to a very important question for another important person.

This shattered man in a simple and quaint shaman costume said to the Lord Lord in a gentle tone:

"I visited the Prophet Velen in Borean Tundra two months ago and informed him of your thoughts. The Prophet said it was a very important matter. He needed some time to make a decision, and yesterday, the Prophet finally Gave me an answer."

Nobundon's blue eyes flashed a ray of anticipation, and he said softly:

"The Prophet agreed with your proposal. He is willing to open a way home for the people of Draenor. He also agrees with your proposal. This matter will not be announced to the public. Everything will be done in secret, but the Prophet refused. In response to the request to hand over the Storm Stronghold to the Dark Blade Legion."

Speaking, the big shaman took a heavy roll of drawings from his pocket and handed it to the shadow around him. After the shadow opened the drawing and confirmed that there was no danger, he handed it to Tyrion, who saw At a glance, he was stunned by the intricate and eccentric symbols and signs on the drawing. He set the scroll aside and looked at Nobundo:

"what is this?"

"This is the sincerity of the prophet."

Nobleton said softly:

"It is one of the most important knowledge brought by the draenei from their hometown. It is the design of a colonial ship like the storm stronghold and four frigates... It is the mysterious knowledge obtained from Naru. With it, The Dark Blade Legion can imitate the complete Storm Fortress, and in return for this roll of drawings, the Prophet hopes that you can arrange an "accident" to send the Storm Fortress currently located in the world of Draenor into Azeroth... "

The broken Shaman, who had a deep relationship with the draenei, leaned over and said:

"I hope you can understand, Lord Lord, the Storm Fortress is not just a fortress as simple as the draenei, it contains the draenei's memory of the past and complex emotions... Velen is hard to convince Discard it from your own followers."

"Ah, my friend Velen is still as smart as before, and he has a good abacus."

Tyrion's hand stroked the heavy drawing, and he slightly sarcastically said:

"Even if there are drawings, according to Azeroth's current engineering level, it takes at least 10 years to make it...but he gets the remaining one-third of the people. Free, there is also an evacuation equipment that can accommodate all people...well, well, he is a leader, and I am a leader, so I can understand his choice."

"But the problem is that you seem to have missed a point, Elder Nobundo."

Lord Blue's eyes fell on Nobundo:

"What about Atama Crystal? You see, I don't want much. I only need a Naru shield...One-seventh of Atama Crystal. What about the prophet's answer?"

This sharp question made Nobundo hesitate for a moment, and the big shaman hesitated for a few seconds, and then said Velen’s somewhat whimsical idea:

"The Prophet said that he could give Naru's Shield to Darkblade, but he also had his own needs. He hoped... Darkblade could completely release the suppression of the forces of Shattrath in the world of Draenor, he said, The draenei in the Borean Tundra are willing to continue to receive refugees from the city of Drano Shattrath."

"The old man of Velen!"

The request made Terion smile, and the Lord Lord clapped and said to the shadow around him:

"It's really bad... This wise and extraordinary prophet, almost grabbed all my bottom line..."

The high lord’s eyes narrowed, and a faint murderous intention flashed in it, but the next moment, he gently said to Nobundo, the intermediary messenger of both parties:

"Of course, I have long lost hope for the **** in Shattrath City, and Velen is willing to accept them. That would be great, but the big shaman, bring me a sentence for Velen. Right..."

"As long as he is capable, he can even evacuate the entire manpower of Shattrath City, but the Broken Sunshine Warrior! Must keep it for me!"

"Ok?"

Big Shaman Nobundon raised his head in doubt, and he looked at Tyrion:

"That's a legion that uses the power of the Holy Light, Lord Lord, IMHO, even you, it's hard to convince the stubborn Paladins to serve you... if you need the death knight, the number is scarce and broken The Paladin of the Sun can’t satisfy your appetite, so why is this?"

"You don't understand, Lord Nobundo."

The big lord rubbed his forehead tiredly, and he explained to the big shaman:

"I'm not looking for such a meaningless little war group for myself, just my child...he embarked on his own path of destiny, but he was weak and faced with those tough enemies, he might There will be danger, which makes my old father very worried, and I can’t take the initiative to help him..."

"So you see, a group of paladins who have been fighting war, serving Naru, and are about to lose their hometown again, aren't they very suitable to be my poor followers who are destined to make a big career? ?"

"My Anduin, your poor adoptive father, can only help you get here..."

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"It's not fun at all."

This is Anduin's first comment on Tyr's hand, thousands of miles away from home.

"The people here have problems!"

This is Anduin's second evaluation.

"Everyone here is so punished..."

This is his latest comment...

In the face of Anduin’s complaint, Salantia, who had just accompanied him to a dinner that was not delicious, ignored the glare of the Paladins around them and glared at them, gently comforting:

"Don't you be mentally prepared before you come? This is better than the worst scenario we imagined."

"Not much better."

Anduin snorted, this child who was about to turn 10 years old tried to use his fierce eyes to stare back at the knight who had always glared at him, but a child who showed such a pretended "ferocious" look only made people feel A lot of fun.

So, the horsewoman Brigitte Abidis, who was sitting on the other side of Anduin, saw Anduin's grimace-like expression.

This is embarrassing...

Because Bridget made a special trip to get in trouble.

The only daughter of this general Abidis is 24 years old. It was the time when he was magnificent, and Bridget inherited the excellent blood of General Abidis. His slender body, especially the long leg, was enough for any The young knight wanted to be a fan, and throughout the Scarlet Crusade, she and Miss White Mein were called "flowers of the Crusaders", and there were always young people around them.

However, Miss White Mein seems to have been the only son of Knight Knight for a while, and is slightly younger than her. Tylan Fording has some ambiguous feelings, so Miss White has rarely shown her head recently, and the only thing left is the single Brie. Miss Strange has become the last hope for single dog riders...

But Bridget's mood is bad today...

Because she saw the lonely scene of the old father drinking and tearing in the study room last night. After some inquiries, the knight knew that this was caused by the quarrel between her father and the other two big knights, and the origin of the quarrel, The **** little devil in front of me!

Anduin may know that his background will cause trouble to himself, but the child is still at a loss about the extent of the trouble. He cannot understand the image of his adoptive father Tyraine in the minds of these paladins, nor can he understand The hatred that is impossible to resolve on both sides, and now, because of this complex emotion, he is about to usher in his first dangerous challenge in the Silver Dawn Order.

"What is she laughing at?"

Anduin saw the strange behavior of Brigitte who was glaring at him suddenly, the little prince turned his head in doubt and looked at his female companion, Saranti shrugged, she did not know how to give Anduin Explanation.

At the next moment, the pretty knight and sister smiled, and she stood up, carrying a long sword, stepping off her long legs, and came to the table of Anduin and Sarantia.

"boom"

The heavy long sword was pressed on the table, and Bridget's behavior immediately made the knight canteen with a strange atmosphere become noisy.

Bridget is one of the representatives of the young knights. Her every move will cause the young knights to follow her. Now, as Bridget wants to teach the little devil, all the paladins cannot stand. Got up.

Some stable old knights immediately began to maintain order, but while these old knights scolded and pushed those excited young knights back, they were also observing the communication between Bridget and Anduin.

They have experienced the war between humans and the undead, and they are happy to see Anduin who is related to Tyrion being taught, but they will never allow Brigitte to really hurt Anduin... Caused a terrible war.

"You, imp! Stand up!"

Bridget is doing this kind of bullying for the first time. Although she has also seen many old knights who bullied new knights after getting drunk, she has never liked this kind of behavior. If it is not to vent her father, she It won't do such a bad thing.

But she was really bullying, so Bridget’s beautiful face was a little flushed. She tried to make herself look fierce. She learned the old knights’ bullying behavior of the newcomer, extended her finger, and pointed at a blank face. Anduin:

"I heard that you are also a talented paladin? Come, let's make a martial art!"

"what?"

Facing this challenge, Anduin put the last spoonful of rice into his mouth, chewing indifferently, and looking at Bridget with his head tilted, he asked doubtfully:

"I don't know you anymore, why do you compare martial arts with you? Who are you? Why did you stare at me just now, and why do you suddenly laugh?"

"My name is Bridget... Bridget Abidis!"

Bridget explained:

"I glared at you because I hate you. You don’t know the so-called imp, you know you have a relationship with Tyrion. Why do you come here? Are you the demon foster father who gave you the task? Or ...Are you specifically spying on the military?"

"Oh, this one."

After Anduin finished the rice, Saranti took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth. The little prince raised his head calmly and looked at Bridget:

"Before I came to the Silver Dawn Church, my adoptive father did say something to me...if you really want to ask me what to do..."

Anduin slowly stood up. At this moment, a sharp edge was revealed in the child. He said to Bridget in a natural tone:

"I am here to lead you!"

"Because, you have gone astray..."

Anduin’s words are not very loud, but it is enough for others in the entire cafeteria to hear. The hustle and bustle scene is quiet at this moment, even the old knights who maintain order can’t help but scream. Closed his eyes and looked at the crazy child in front of him.

They did not know whether Anduin himself said these words, or the devil Tyrion taught him, but in any case, the child had already expressed his thoughts, and now it was time for Bridget to speak.

And the beautiful female knight was shocked by Andu’s arrogant speech, but at the next moment, a trace of sarcasm flashed on her face. She straightened her body, pulled the long sword out of the scabbard, and threw a sword. flower:

"Then do you think that you have that qualification? The arrogant imp... I am Bridget, the youngest paladin of the Silver Dawn Order, one of the leaders of the younger generation... Do you want to command us? Then defeat me first!"

"So, you don't want to follow my instructions?"

Anduin frowned. He remembered what Tyrion said to him before he left. He moved his shoulders. He was about to take out the weapon from the storage ring on his finger, but he was caught by Sarantia. Blocked.

The high elf girl said to Anduin and Bridget:

"No! Anduin, don't fight her!"

"Oh? Are you scared?"

Bridget laughed softly:

"Relax, I will not be so mad to hurt a child under 10 years old, I will start very lightly..."

"Do not!"

Salantia stood in front of Anduin. Her left hand flicked the ring on her right finger. In the flash of light, a warhammer made of pure purple crystal was ruthlessly slender by Sarantia. Pointed to the ground, there was a low ringing sound like a bell, and between the fluttering of that feather of light, Sarantia was like a golden armor covering her body, she stared at Bridget, she says:

"Because Anduin doesn't hit women..."

"But I'm also a woman, so I will beat him up for you..."

"You'd better treat it with your heart, because for those who don't know the so-called bottom frog, when I started..."

"Always heavy!"

There was a cold smile on the face of this slender and weak high elf girl who was in the same vein as the **** mother. She said softly:

"Miss Bridget, when beating...don't cry~"

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