On the battlefield in the Strait of Tiragad, the same strange things are affecting Tyrion, who has come to the battlefield in person.

But that strange power didn't erase his memory, because Tyrion's perception of the world was twofold, one from 300 years of experience, and the other from his innate sense of foresight.

He could clearly feel the power passing through a medium, silently wiping away everything about Tanred from another dimension. The traces of Prodmore's existence, he can even feel the action and touch of wiping away memories like a rag, and he can feel the missing link in his memory, I have to say, this is an extremely clever power.

And it was quite powerful, but Tyrion didn't think that the imprisoned Elder God in the abyss, his "old friend", Enzos the Demon of a Thousand Beards, could use it at will, just as erasing the memories of Tenred would necessarily require a medium, Tyrion looked up at the lighthouse that had just been destroyed, and there was still some mist left on the surface of the sea that had not dispersed.

He had good reason to be sure that Tamred. Prince Prodmoor, the poor man, has fallen into the hands of Enzos ... And he himself is the kind of "medium" that erases everyone's memories of him.

Perhaps his father, his mother, his brothers and sisters, and even his vast number of people had forgotten about him and his fleet, but Tyrion did not... In another memory, Tannred still lingered vividly in Tyrion's mind, even though he had never met the third prince of Kul Tiras.

"Marshal Reed!"

Tyrion suddenly asked:

"How many young people are there in the Proudmoor family?"

Marshal Everly, who has been transformed into a high-ranking knight, said calmly:

"2, Drake. Prodmoore, and Gianna. Prodmoore. ”

"Well, that's good."

Tyrion shook his head, it seemed that the effects of relying on the medium had spread all over the world... The power of these ancient gods is really weird.

But the King of the Blades is almost certain that Tannred is only imprisoned by Enzos in some mysterious place, and he is certainly not dead, and he will live a long time... The reason is very simple, although the Elder God is powerful, it is not terrifying enough to manipulate all the souls of the entire world in an instant, and this "oblivion" effect released by him with the help of Tanred as a medium is actually more similar to a kind of enchantment...

Any enchantment spell needs to follow the basic principle that it cannot be destroyed as the core of the enchantment carrier.

Unless Enzos gives up on this "oblivion" spell effect, Tamred will be alive and well... You may not even be able to commit suicide.

"But that's for later."

The King of the Blades has put this matter behind him, and he doesn't care about the royal inheritance of Kurtilas, and the most important thing now is to defeat Pelrals and completely erase Kurtilas's rule on the island.

"Maybe it will make them feel pressure, and under pressure, they will either destroy or regenerate."

Tyrion's gaze fell on the white walls of the harbor city in front of him, as a huge commercial port, the city of Pelaris was built around the bay, a semicircle, shrouded in the bay, and the city also had waterways connected with the outside world, densely packed like blood vessels throughout the city.

This design allows small merchant ships to enter increasingly complex cities through ports, effectively reduces the cost of commercial transportation lines within the city, and allows the various areas of the city to be brought together very effectively, but in the event of a war, this design is very bad.

The more and more urban waterways need to be guarded by soldiers, in peacetime these waterways are a paradise for thieves and robbers, and when war comes, these tunnels that cannot be fully guarded can become a nightmare for the defenders, and in the case of a serious shortage of soldiers, Queen Catherine can only order mines to be planted in the city's waterways.

The use of such a weapon that wounds both friend and foe is undoubtedly proof of the weakness of Beralles.

And behind the dense necromantic array, under the command of the high-ranking knights, the skeleton undead lined up into the water, the undead don't need to breathe, so they don't need ships to send them into the city at all, they can completely walk in from the water themselves, those mines planted by the Kurtilas, Tyrion will not worry at all, he only needs to send the skeleton soldiers to trigger them, and he can destroy the city from the inside in an extremely cheap way.

"Are you ready?"

Tyrion looked back at the rest of the formation, the busy Blightcaster Druids, the Harvest Wizard Ort were spending all their time searching for the secrets of the Blighted Realm, so they came to support some strange druids that Tyrion had never seen, and their attitude towards the necromantic was very ambivalent, on the one hand, they knew that the establishment of a new order of the Blightcaller worship was inseparable from the siege of the city and the land of these necromancers.

But on the other hand, the instinctive disgust and fear of the dead made these druids who originally admired nature very uncomfortable.

"You promised us not to kill too many people! The cycle of life and death cannot be broken! ”

A tall druid said to Tyrion:

"If you break your promise, then the Blightburner will no longer help you and your legion!"

The druid's tone was a little rushed, and as soon as he finished speaking, the El Knight clenched the sword in his hand, and he looked at the druid in front of him with indifferent eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"Watch your attitude! Druid... You're talking to the Necronomicon! ”

"Okay, don't worry about the details."

Tyrion himself was not angry or angry about this, as the mastermind behind the establishment of the Blightcall, he was well aware of the thoughts of the Blightcaller's higher-ups, and the attitude of the druid in front of him obviously only represented him personally... Any organization has internal power struggles, including the Blightcaller and the Cenarion Council, which have the same contradictions.

There are so many believers, and if you take more, it means that I will lose some...

As for the contradiction between the Darkblade and the Blightcaster, Tyrion is not worried at all, once the forces of both sides begin to set foot in Kalimdor, the Withercaller's biggest enemy, the Cenarion Council, is a hurdle that they can't get around, and at that time, when the brutal war of faith starts, the weak Blightburner can only rely on the power of the Darkblade.

Only a strong enemy can truly unite people... This is the same as the relationship between the Dark Blade and the Human Empire, while Tyrion is oppressing the Human Empire, he is also waiting for his own opportunity, an opportunity for the various mountain forces that are beginning to show signs within the Dark Blade to truly unite, in fact, the situation of both sides is very similar.

"We don't kill unarmed civilians, women and children."

Tyrion looked into the tall druid's eyes, and he whispered:

"If you don't believe it, you can go with the army... Only now, I need your thorn beasts to come and destroy the city wall in front of me for me, are you ready? ”

The tall druid and Tyrion looked at each other for a few seconds, then quietly turned his eyes, he turned and walked towards the dense forest behind him, and a moment later, with the shaking of the dense forest and the earth, more than 30 huge thorn beasts carried the withered druids and forest spirits behind them, and rushed out of the dense forest in a frenzy.

And these natives have never seen them at all, 5-7 meters high, covered with heavy wooden armor, holding wooden war knives, like ancient mammoths, the moment they appeared, they caused the exclamations of the Berrals soldiers who had been paying attention to the battlefield.

At the moment when the thorn beasts roared and rushed towards the walls of Pelares, in the midst of the great earthquake, the artillery on the walls began to fire wildly... Any sane person could see what terrible the consequences would be if they were approached by these Distant Ancestor Thorn Beasts.

"If the Screamers follow, it might only take one charge to take down this copper-smelling city... What a pity. ”

Tyrion rode on the skeleton horse, his finger raised, and the next moment, the finger slammed down, pointing forward:

"Keep up with them! Occupy the city! ”

Behind him, the black knights who rode their horses forward poured like a tide into the battlefield ahead, while Tyrion stood quietly, like an observer of the most serene battlefield third, and he didn't seem to have any intention of joining the battlefield.

But believe me, this is actually a mercy for the defenders.

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"Boom"

Driven by the Druids of the Blightcaller, the three Primordial Thorn Beasts slammed into the same area of the city wall from three directions, braving the rain of bullets on the city wall, and their brutal and powerful power vented out, making the entire city wall feel that terrible shaking, and the area that was hit began to peel off the masonry and dust under the devastating blow.

Some of the unsteady soldiers fell to the ground beneath the walls with a wail, and from this height they were almost dead, but they did not die, and in mid-air they were wrapped around their waists by the waving vines and thrown behind the walls, where some druids were watching over the lucky prisoners of war.

Those who die in battle will be given to the Blade, and those who are alive will be let live.

This was said by Tyrion himself, and as such, these living POWs would be sent to Drusva or the Valley of Thorns after the battle, perhaps becoming the new witherers, or perhaps the "good friends" of the forest elves.

But this kind of "flash of human nature" on the battlefield can't change the cruel situation of the entire battlefield, after the thorn beasts attracted most of the firepower, each corner tower of the city wall, there are high-level knights who use the grip of death to climb quickly, in the dark red death energy lingering and exploding, the cold frost covers the city wall little by little, and those brainless bones use the "human wall" method, climbing the wall of Pelares.

The stench of ignition of fire oil poured down everywhere, and in the sky, because of the heavy use of gunpowder, black smoke was triggered, and even the light of the sky was obscured.

"Whew, whew"

Queen Catherine was carried by several royal guards and rushed into the headquarters under the city walls, this powerful queen personally cut down a death knight who climbed the city wall, but was soon stabbed in the arm, if it were not for the great knight's quick eye, I am afraid that after the return of King Dareen, he would have to meet his wife in the form of a funeral.

"Leave me alone, Cyrus! Walls, hold the walls! ”

The queen, who was covered in cold sweat from the corrosive wound, grabbed the wrist of the great knight and shouted:

"The walls must not be lost! There are 700,000 people in the city! ”

"Most of them have withdrawn into Fort Proudmore, and the Queen... Without the support of the fleet's naval guns, the walls could not be defended. ”

The great knight, whose face was covered with blood and black ash, said in a deep voice:

"We placed gunpowder on the walls ... Those necromancers won't break through here so easily, but the next battle will take place in the Strongmore Fortress... There are still civilians left in the outer city, and they can't care so much! ”

"Knights!"

The Grand Knight Ordered:

"It's time to fulfill your loyalty with your life, and make sure that the queen is safely delivered to the fortress! Just go! ”

With that, the Grand Knight raised his sword and led a group of soldiers to rush up the scorching city walls, while behind him, the reservists and the wounded were evacuating in an orderly manner.

"Colonel Valentine!"

The Grand Knight Cyrus looked back at the growing number of Death Knights and skeletons on the city walls, as well as the soldiers who were struggling to support themselves, and he gritted his teeth and shouted to the young man behind him:

"I fought with your father, Marshal Valentine's colleague, against the orcs, and he died very heroically, and now, it's time to see if you inherit your father's heroism... Evacuate the walls with your brothers! ”

The great knight gritted his teeth, swung his sword, and kicked the lower knight who was attacking in front of him off the city wall, and he shouted loudly:

"The rest, the ending, leave it to me!"

"Also, help me tell little Tyria... I'm sorry I didn't get to see her grow up with my own eyes. ”

"General Cyrus, please let me come along..."

Colonel Valentine wanted to say something, when he saw the great knight grab the torch at hand, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the great knight turned his head, his gray hair fluttering in the black smoke, he looked at the evacuated soldiers behind him, and he whispered:

"Let's go! Don't look back! ”

"Hmm!"

With tears in his eyes, the colonel gritted his teeth and withdrew from the walls with the last of his soldiers, who, as soon as they reached safety, heard a lion-like roar.

"Come, undead cubs, come and see the courage of the people of Kul Tiras!"

"Boom"

The next moment, a sudden burst of fire engulfed the entire city wall, and in the explosion that shook the ground and the mountains, everything was brought into the final dead silence, along with the death knights on the city wall, the undead, and the thorn beasts under the city wall.

And... A true hero.