Since the afternoon of 2 days ago, as if the switch of sin had been flung, dozens of large towns within the royal realms of Alterac and Hillsbrad Hills had been attacked by dead men carrying werewolf plague specimens at the same time.

Although Imperial intelligence officers were warned before they happened, by the time they got into action, disaster had already occurred.

Except for the 4 towns near New Tarenmere and Alterac City, where the infection was controlled before it spread, the bestialized werewolves in the other 7 towns all broke through the blockade of the guards, some fled into the snow-capped mountains of the royal territory, and some were blocked in the center of the hill by Prince Garin, who led the army to support, after 2 days and 2 nights of frenzied escape, and then was exterminated by both sides.

It is no exaggeration to say that this was a "nuclear bomb" detonated in the center of the empire.

The forces on all sides were shocked by the sudden attack of the undead, and this attack on the fear of civilians also made some commanders who knew something about the Darkblade undead believe that the Darkblade had broken through the previous lower limit, and the war between the two sides was moving in the direction of doing everything in the direction.

And more importantly, in the realization that it is not safe to hide even in the center of the imperial rule, many civilians who have escaped the catastrophe feel that the future is bleak, although there has not been a large-scale escape, but if the undead are allowed to continue to attack like this, soon, with the strong support of Emperor Lothar, the royal lord, which has just recovered its vitality, will definitely usher in a bad situation.

"The most important issue now is not to hunt down the fleeing werewolves! It doesn't matter! ”

King Jean of Gilne. In a private letter to the Emperor of Lothar, Greymane said in a fiery tone:

"Now that it has been proved that there is a connection between the undead and the werewolves, the most important thing now is that before the undead take advantage of our internal chaos and attack on a large scale, all parties will work together to eliminate the wolf ** plague in Gilnis!"

"The enemy has laid a trap for us long before the war begins, and we can no longer allow ourselves to be beaten blindfolded by them, and it is time to help Gilneth jump out of this despicable trap."

It is true that the Emperor of Lothar, who was overseeing the battle on the Arathi front, was also extremely angry about this incident, but after calming down, he did not take Jean's advice, for the simple reason that ...

After dealing with Tyrion, Emperor Lothar knew what kind of person the King of the Dark Blades was, and if this attack was really his handiwork, then the next thing the empire would face would definitely be a series of conspiracies or simply a large-scale attack by the undead.

In the case of the initial chaos within the Empire, if the external pressure suddenly increases, it will inevitably lead to the chaos within the Empire will also increase, and Tyrion is such a bastard, he is good at using such a chain of conspiracy methods, which makes the Emperor of Lothar have to think from the worst point of view.

On the Arathi front, where the atmosphere suddenly became tense, Emperor Lothar wrote letters from himself to other kings in his barracks.

"The front-line legion can't retreat, and the fierce undead won't allow us to retreat, rather than messing with ourselves, the internal disaster should be handled by us, and the werewolf problem in Gilneth really can't continue to drag on, it's like a bomb planted inside us, which may detonate at any time."

"Although it is a little cold to say this, as the Emperor, I am more glad that this crisis occurred before the large-scale battle, rather than when the war was anxious, and the fate of the dark still protects the Holy Araso Empire, which gives us time to deal with the most terrible crisis... Hereby, in the name of the Emperor, I issue the following order: "

"1. According to the plan, the 4.5.6th Reserve Legion, which was supposed to support the battlefield on the front line of Arathi, was transferred to the front line of the Silver Pine Forest, relying on the Wall of Greymane and the hilly defense line, and under the guidance of the Gilneth Headquarters Corps, to carry out an annihilation operation against the hidden wolf colonies in the Silver Pine Forest!"

"2. The exchange of information within the intelligence organizations of various countries should be completed within the last 10 days, and the countries should begin to check their own internal information for any information that may be related to the undead hidden forces."

"3. The lockdown policy will be implemented within the Alterac Crown Territory from now on, presided over by first-level intelligence officers from all parts of the empire, and it is necessary to remove any hidden dangers hidden in the Crown, and civilians suspected of being infected with werewolf plague will be concentrated in the southern part of the Alterac Valley for unified management."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I and 250,000 soldiers will continue to be on the front line to guard the frontier for the people of the empire, and the internal affairs of the empire outside of war will be handled by the king's council.

"Another. The Dwarven Lady Moira has shown her loyalty to the Empire and her abilities during this crisis, so I personally propose that the Queen of Moira succeed her father, Magni. Copperbeard's seat, and the Sun King's envoy, Prince Kael'thas, participate in the discussions of the King's Council with special seats. ”

"All sacrifice and glory to the Holy Arathso Empire!"

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"Bang"

At the moment when he had just re-landed on the land of the Eastern Continent, the results of the attack on the hills of Hillsbrad were placed in front of Tyrion's eyes, and in the face of this successful raid, the face of the King of the Dark Blades was extremely ugly.

The glass he held in his hand had been completely destroyed in the brutal frost, and as the shards of glass and ice shards withered in the air, Tyrion had become extremely dangerous when he raised his head again.

"Who allowed you to carry out such a frenzied battle plan?"

In front of him, the commanders of the Wetlands War, the Death Lords Sarufar and Luminas, and the new lords who had come here as war observers, sat silently, calmly looking at Danas who was facing each other sharply in front of him, and even had an inexplicable smile in his ice-blue eyes. Thorbain.

In the face of Tyrion's scolding, Luminus's expression was not good-looking, but before the young lady was about to answer, Sarufar stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Luminas and I also got the information and information about this covert operation 5 hours before the start of the operation, I once questioned, this is not like a combat order issued by your own hands, but in the face of my questioning, the intelligence officers on the front line did not answer, but continued this plan in a different way from ours."

"You don't know?"

Tyrion's eyes narrowed, and his emotionless gaze swept over Sarufar's and Luminus' eyes, which were more or less evasive than Sarufar's openness.

"Lumi, I've heard that you've had some problems with Myra lately..."

Tyrion leaned against the stone throne, his fingers playing with the black ring, and in an unquestioning voice, he whispered:

"So, why don't you go to the Blackstone District to meet Myra in person, and rest for a while?"

Hearing this, Luminus gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, as if she wanted to refute, but in the end, she lowered her head slightly in frustration, sighed, placed the command scepter of the Hellfire Band on the table in front of Tyrion's eyes, and then turned around and left the battle command room in the wetlands with a lonely back.

"Lumi, when you pass by Karazhan, by the way, help me greet Khadgar... Forget about the little fights in the past, if he was involved this time, I would be disappointed! ”

Luminas's pace of progress came to a sudden halt, and then she sped away from here, as if she was fleeing from something, she was relieved of all duties, she knew that, and she knew why.

Tyrion didn't let her explain, it was to save her last face, but it seems that this time, Nassa's solo behavior really touched Tyrion's bottom line, and now it seems that some of the small actions of the great lich Khadgar don't seem to hide from Tyrion's eyes.

And most importantly, how long has it been since the King of the Blades has seen such a calm and angry gesture? And where will his anger end up?

"Bang"

The black, Hellfire Band's Command Scepter, carved from the fangs of an Abyss Lord, was tossed to Danas, who was sitting on the side. Thorbaine, Tyrion closed his eyes and whispered:

"I was going to give you a little more rest to get used to this transition, but now it looks like you're going to have to get back on the battlefield, my general."

And Danas, who held the scepter and admired it carefully, did not answer immediately, but said slowly:

"You promised me, Tyrion, but now it seems that your subordinates don't seem to be on the same page as yours, and I promised to fight for you because the future order you sketched for me made my heart flutter, but... I'm suspicious now. ”

"There will be no doubts, there will be no problems."

Tyrion waved his hand, and in the spirit exchange he said something, Sarufar nodded silently, and then turned and strode away with a murderous aura.

In the quiet darkness, the King of the Blades whispered:

"I'll take care of this, we're not monsters, and we're not going to be monsters, Danas, do what you have to do."

"Good!"

The Death Lord stood up, straightened his black armor, lifted the battle axe at his leg, glanced back at Tyrion, and whispered:

"I'm going to keep watching, looking at this group, is it really as you say... Justice, so great. ”

"You'll see."

In the cold darkness, Tyrion said as he disappeared.

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At this time in the hills of Hillsbrad, in the abandoned base of the Syndicate, the leader of the Blood Watchers, sitting alone in front of the burning fireplace, in the warm light of the fire, she held a glass of wine, as quiet as a sculpture.

"Eldest sister, you..."

Marais the Watcher appeared silently behind Nassa, and she wanted to say something, but Nasa waved her hand to stop her.

"I planned all of this, I executed it, and it has nothing to do with you, understand? Anyone who asks you will answer them like that! ”

"No, eldest sister, I just want to know..."

Marais was the youngest of all the Blood Watchers, and at this moment, the ruthless girl on the battlefield moved her fingers tangled, and she looked at Nassa's silent back, and she asked softly:

"Why would you want to do that? You know that he will never allow us to target civilians in war, and you know that it will anger him, eldest sister, and you will pay a terrible price for it. ”

"I don't understand, why are you..."

"You still don't understand, Marais, my sister, you don't understand..."

Nassa took a sip of her wine, leaned her head back in her chair in a somewhat dissolute manner, and said lazily:

"You swore you didn't want to be that kind of person, you hated that kind of person, but time changed you, you started looking at him, you started looking at him, you started looking at him, you started seeing the good in him, you started being attracted to the future he sketched out... You begin to obey him, and you lose the heart of resistance, until one night, you suddenly wake up, and look back, the shadow that shines on the ground has been distorted by yourself into his appearance. ”

"I don't want to be a slave to anyone, here's why."

"But Your Majesty has never treated us as slaves..."

Marais said bitterly, "Although I don't want to admit it, life in the Dark Blade is freer and more likable than in the Watchman, no one oppresses us, and no one restrains us." ”

"It's just the rules, my little sister, it's just the rules, and I'm talking about the heart."

Nassa sighed:

"My heart longs for freedom, like Lady Mavi, even though she is bound by duty and mission, but she also has a heart that yearns for freedom, and she will rebel against all the shackles imposed by herself, just like me now, I am just telling him in this way that he will never want me to become the Nasa he imagined... Never! ”

"Bang"

The wine glass in Nassa's hand was thrown into the fireplace in front of her, and between the firelight beating, she gritted her teeth and said:

"No one wants to change me!"

"Nassa, my watcher."

The next moment, a cold voice sounded in Nasa's heart:

"I'll give you 1 day to come back and see me by yourself, otherwise... I'll go to you myself. ”

A brief sentence made Nassa's movements freeze in place, and behind him, a grieving Marais pressed a sharp knife wheel against Nassa's neck, and the youngest girl in the watchman sobbed:

"I'm sorry, eldest sister... But the Lord Mother has ordered us to send you back to Your Majesty, otherwise... It's that madman from Heishore, she's protecting you, everyone is trying to protect you, please, don't provoke him, take the initiative to admit your mistakes..."

"Ugh..."

Nassa sighed, she turned around, those blood-colored eyes looked at her sister tenderly, she reached out to wipe away her bloody tears, she whispered:

"Don't cry, silly boy, I'm not going to run away."

"Even if he doesn't want to see me, I'll go back to see him, it's time to make a decision."

"It's time..."