Tyrion's unconventional play made all the bosses of the Darkblade Legion stunned in their seats, and after he said those words, even Danas, who was already determined to die. Thorbain was stunned.

Luminas, who had always been active-minded, was even more dumbfounded, and after a moment, she turned to her boyfriend and said:

"He must be crazy... It must have been Khadgar and the others' betrayal that hit him too hard, and we need to send him back to Draenor so that Mistress Aurelia can calm his spirits... He's probably been under too much pressure lately. ”

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Myra covered her mouth-opening girlfriend's mouth, but when the other lords heard this, strange expressions appeared on their faces, and Irel stretched out her hand nervously, trying to touch Tyrion's forehead to see if this majesty was talking nonsense because he had a fever.

"Alright, don't make a fuss."

Tyrion glared at Iriel, who immediately withdrew his palm, he moved his shoulders and sat back in his chair, he leaned back in a very undignified relaxed position, for the first time he behaved so casually, as if to unload the heaviest burden of his heart, and he said to the others:

"When you sit on the throne, when your eyes are always on the direction that is too high and too far away, you will always subconsciously ignore the road under your feet, ignore the people around you, ignore the followers behind you, every incompetent king is like this, and I am like this."

"And I'm ignoring your consequences, which are what happened in this war... What shouldn't have happened, Khadgar asked me, why did I put you on those special battlefields, why did I let Danas face Garin, why did I let Dai Lin face his own children..."

Tyrion closed his eyes, as if in repentance, but more like he was saying the truest thoughts hidden in his heart, thoughts that he had never mentioned to anyone else, and that he hadn't confronted himself for a long time since becoming the Lord of the Blades, which was very inappropriate for the undead.

The undead can't go against their hearts, and Tyrion has already realized this, and in his confrontation with Khadgar, he has realized his biggest problem from the taunts or blunt stories of the Great Lich... The undead can't go against their ego and do what they don't want to do, and that's exactly what Tyrion does.

His strength and growing strength of his soul can support him to overcome his obsessions, but the deepest thoughts in his heart still affect him, making him always waver when he makes up his mind.

He needs to face himself... That's what he's doing, using his own obsession to reunite the conflicting Lords of Death, instead of wantonly punishing them like a tyrant, Khadgar tells him that he can't be a world saver and another tyrant who destroys civilization, he must... A choice must be made.

And this time, Tyrion decided to give this choice to his followers behind him, and let them make the decision for him.

"Khadgar said that I was forcing you to choose between obsessive feelings and the dogma of the dark blade, and he said that I was doing stupid things, and I did stupid things, but the starting point was not what he thought it was."

"I should have told you in advance, I just want the humans who escaped death to know why they survived, I just want them to know that the contradictions between the living and the dead are not irreconcilable, I just want to tell the whole world in this way... We are not emotionless monsters. ”

As he spoke, Tyrion opened his eyes, his ice-blue eyes shining with a hint of self-deprecation, and finally, in front of all his followers, he confessed his inner thoughts:

"Yes, I have been instilling in you the idea of toughness, I have been driving you to fight a tough war, and I have given that war the name of greatness, but in fact, I am the most cowardly and vacillating one, and I have declared to you again and again that the human empire is a hopeless civilization, but in my heart, like Lothar, I desperately hope that the human empire can prove their worth in this war."

"I've been expecting the Human Empire to defeat you, I've been expecting the united Alliance of Life to uproot the Dark Blade, I'm sorry, guys, when you were fighting on the front line, I should have fully supported you, but I betrayed you, I betrayed the Dark Blade. As a leader, I put my expectations above the ideals of the Dark Blade, I have allowed Khadgar to pass vital information to Lothar, I have allowed Lothar to seek reinforcements on another continent, and I have allowed our enemies to sail out to sea with the most promising men..."

"I'm not strong enough, I'm swinging wildly between destruction and salvation, I'm not a competent leader, I'm not ruthless, and I'm very selfish in putting you to a hard test to see how your heart reacts."

At this point, Tyrion paused, a smile on his lips, and he looked at Sarufar, then at Roglio, and finally at Danas:

"But it turns out that my lords have the same thoughts as me, maybe their commanders have been lost in the senseless war of oppression, but they themselves have not forgotten their oaths and obsessions, so, it's time to end this false war!"

"The Dark Blade should go back to its roots, and we should return to the original beliefs."

"Come on, guys, just as we did when the Darkblade was first established, let's speak our minds and let's work together to shape the future of the Darkblade!"

Tyrion stood up, opened his arms as if in a hug, and said in a deep voice:

"We will no longer be attached to being a savior, for mortals who need a savior are hopeless... We will give them time, let them grow, let them learn to save themselves..."

"And the oppression and tempering of civilization will not end there, but every tempered war will be launched by new civilization overseers, I... My most loyal companions and I will devote more energy to what is truly right, what is truly right, and the Dark Blade will face up to the meaning of its existence, and it will assume its responsibility as the most powerful member of this world, and we will embark on the path of group elevation..."

"Guys, let's be truly great!"

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By declaring himself a traitor, Tyrion is essentially pardoning the wrongs of the other Death Lords, with one exception.

Danas. Thorbain.

This idiot chose to act bravely in the face of Garin and Stormgard's last military strength, but he did it in the most stupid way...

At least 1,500 Darkblade soldiers witnessed Danas's "betrayal" in public, and when they were later investigated by the Darkblade Judge Advocate General's Office, the testimony of these soldiers was enough to plunge Danas into the most terrifying abyss, which led to the problem that even though the Lords of Death wanted Danas to continue to serve Darkblade, even Tyrion himself could not forgive him so easily.

Betrayal is terrifying for any group, and once Tyrion spares Danas, it means that he can tolerate betrayal, which is like a terrifying blow to the heart for the unity within Darkblade.

"So you must be punished, Danas."

Tyrion propped his hands on the table, he looked solemnly at the first-class Death Lord in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"But not because you obey your obsession, but because of your stupidity! Tell us, don't say those high-sounding words, tell your companions, what were you thinking when you made that decision? ”

This question made Danas subconsciously open his mouth to refute, but in the end, he lowered his head.

A moment later, his hoarse voice rang out:

"I want to kill myself... It's as simple as that. ”

"It is a sin to be resurrected from the enemy after defending my faith and my people from the battlefield, and the worst of all is that your gift has allowed me to keep all my thoughts and memories... Danas in the past, the general of the Empire, and Danas in the present, the lord of the Darkblade, two identities, two memories, fought madly in my heart, and I couldn't sleep every night. ”

"One by one, the warriors of Fort Riptide died in front of me... I know, it's war, and I know that I've been thrown into the other side by fate, and I want to remain loyal to the Darkblade, but it's not that easy, maybe you shouldn't have kept my sanity at the time, and it would be better for me to be a cold-blooded killing machine. ”

"The moment I saw Garin and the soldiers who had been transferred, I heard my inner voice, you call it obsession, a very good adjective, and I knew that the long struggle in my mind was coming to an end, so I made a choice, I knew what this choice would bring me, but for me, it was perhaps a relief."

After Danas's words were finished, the other lords did not speak, only the blood lord Myra shook her head:

"Obviously, this is a self-destructive tendency peculiar to the high-level undead, and the pain of being tormented by past memories leads to the pursuit of crazier affairs, self-destruction... It's like Alex. Aznab. Flame Blade, Black Knight, my friend from the past, he and Danas have almost identical symptoms, and luckily, Danas, as an undead, can think more calmly than be completely engulfed in mad revenge. ”

"Alas... No wonder you've turned yourself into an undead drunkard. ”

Draenei's hoofed sister Irel looked at Danas, and she uttered a Draenei proverb:

"Drinking heavily, trying to numb the pain with alcohol... Or, counterproductively. ”

"I can't forgive you, Thorbain, your blatant treachery must be punished!"

Tyrion's fingers tapped on the table, and he looked at Danas:

"You will be stripped of your status as Lord of Death, and you will be sent to the soon-to-be-formed Windwind Assault Band, where you will set foot on the frosty lands of Northrend as a frontline assault until you make a convincing contribution to the Grimblade, or die in battle on the cursed lands. ”

"The good thing about this punishment is... You don't need to suffer any longer, if all goes well, you won't have to fight against the people of your homeland for the rest of your life, and I'm curious about it. Tolbain's mission to the Tolbane family has been fulfilled, so Danas, as a member of the Dark Blade. Will Thorbain be able to fulfill the mission given to you by the Blade as if it were your own mission? ”

"It couldn't be better."

Danas looked up, and there was not a trace of frustration on his thin face, and he stood up, and for the first time bowed sincerely to Tyrion, and the moment he straightened up, he said solemnly:

"I'll be a good soldier... I've always been, but before I leave, I want to ask, Lord Tyrion, what kind of enemy am I going to fight? ”

Tyrion glanced at him and bowed slightly:

"The evil gods of antiquity, the black hands that manipulate history, the scum that hinders civilization, I can only tell you so much."

"I see!"

Danas gave a military salute to all the Lords of Death in front of him, and then left the ruined court of Lordaeron under the escort of two high-ranking knights, and after he left, Tyrion looked at the others with different faces, and said:

"Now, let's talk about it, I'm going to listen to everyone's opinion about the war against Kalimdor..."

"Then you have to explain at least, what is meant by a "civilized overseer"? You just said that from now on, all wars against civilization will be launched by the "overseers of civilization". ”

Luminas ruffled her hair and said to Tyrion:

"But I don't remember that there was this organization within the Dark Blade, or was it a new position?"

"Black Hand, explain it to her."

Tyrion snapped his fingers, and Glokush, who was sitting on the other side, explained:

"Overseer of Civilization is another name for the Forgotten Kings, yes, I am one of them, and although I don't think I'm very suitable for this kind of work, frankly, there is no one in the Darkblade system who knows the ruling system of the civilization on the other side better than these kings who have died in battle, so Tyrion has entrusted us with this mission."

"We will assess the development of those civilizations through the eyes of the Empire and other civilizations in Kalimdor, and if they are healthy and thriving, then we will continue to observe, but if a civilization has stalled, there is serious civil strife and corruption within it, or the entire population has lost the will to fight, then the civilization will be considered "unhealthy". ”

The orc Death Lord's finger swiped across the table:

"It is difficult for a civilization without pressure to unite, it is difficult to find a target, such as the centaurs and boar people of Kalimdor, the civilization of those barbarians has no meaning of existence, of course, according to the information we have gathered so far, soon, a war will break out in the whole territory of Kalimdor against the centaur civilization that can only marry."

"But if there are no such external conditions of war, in the face of a rapidly decaying civilization, then the Overseers, after discussion, will launch a "tempering" war against them, and the fleet commanded by His Excellency Dai Lin is fully capable of destroying any civilized city in a matter of days, if they are still quite bad in the face of this oppression..."

Grokush shrugged, he didn't continue, but the cruelty didn't need to be said.

"In short, we examine the corruption and degeneration of civilization, and every time civilization is mired in the stench of corruption, the overseers of civilization stand up and give it a choice, either destroy or regenerate... On his deathbed, Lothar pleaded with us to give human civilization a chance, then we will give them a chance! ”

Tyrion nodded, and he picked up the conversation and ended the discussion of the Forgotten Kings with a very rational sentence.

"The world's resources are finite, and instead of wasting on meaningless civilization, let every piece of steel, every tree, fall into the hands of truly meaningful creatures... And who better to oversee this world than the undead who are immortal and have a great mission in their hearts? ”

"As for those civilizations, if they feel they are qualified to evolve, then they better show their worth."