In the night, Tyrion calmly looked at the three things that were placed in front of his eyes.

An orc head frozen in ice, an ogre brain head chopped off, and a human corpse stitched together.

This is the trophy of the war against the Cultists in the Brute Hammer Heights, sent to Stormwind by the Blood Lord of Sindra as the last "relic" of the Twilight Hammer Church on the Eastern Continent.

While the High Lord was receiving the spoils, tens of thousands of captured cultists were being sent in batches to various parts of the continent, including mines, city ruins, and some of them would be sent directly to the magic laboratories of the Sindra Elves in Lordaeron City as test subjects to observe the tidal changes of evil magic and the effects on biological signs.

And these captives are fortunate to be in a way, they had better keep a life, in the Twilight Fortress that has been completely burned, tens of thousands of corpses have been burned along with the fortress tainted with shadow energy, and the ash tower will still stand on the wasteland of the Hammer Heights, as a symbol of the Federation's punishment for evil.

And Twilight's hammer... The most prosperous cult in the eastern continent was also completely defeated overnight, and became a record node buried in history that no one paid attention to.

Tyrion picked up the frozen orc's head, he looked at the eyes of the orcs in the ice, there was still a trace of dying fear in those chaotic eyes, the high lord could clearly feel that a soul howling in pain was being confined to this head, this is probably the special magic effect of the Sindra elves, in short, this is from the head of the leader of the Twilight Hammer, maybe it can be made into a high-level evil artifact.

"He said his name was Shadow Burner."

Tyrion listened to the head in his ear for a moment, then looked up at the human death knight standing at his desk, and whispered:

"He's begging me for mercy... I thought the cultists were not afraid of death. ”

"They're just a bunch of crumbs who bully the weak and fear the hard."

Thassarian, who had come to Stormwind as a messenger, said to the High Lord without humility or arrogance:

"We've done what you asked, Lord of the Darkblade, and it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Done?"

Tyrion playfully threw the orc's skull on the table, he looked at the remaining two things, he looked at the ogre's head, and shook his head:

"You cut off one of Gugar's heads, but he has another... You let him run! ”

"You killed Benedictas's body, but he still has a soul... You still let him run! ”

"You've only brought back the weakest Shadow Burner... But what is the use of me for such a weak soul? ”

The High Lord's fingers tapped on the table, and in the muffled sound, Tyrion's expression turned cold:

"Go back and tell Kurtaz and Dasohan that this kind of mission completion will only show me your weakness and weakness! The souls of Gugar and the Twilight Prophet are what I want... If you want to get your souls back from El and Aznab, let me continue to hunt Gugar and Benedictas, next time... You're going to fool me with this next time..."

"This!"

Thassarian couldn't accept Tyrion's theory, he couldn't help but take a step forward, he stared at the Great Lord:

"It's not the same as what I said before!"

"Bang"

Tyrion's palm slapped on the table, he stood up, leaned forward, and stared at the Order Death Knight in front of him with his ice-blue eyes, and he said word by word:

"I said before that I would destroy Twilight's hammer completely... But did you do it? ”

"The two main chieftains have fled! Your shameful failure! You didn't fulfill your promise! Traitors! Perhaps, I should teach you a little "lesson" so that you can learn what it means to be inferior and humble! ”

Under the pressure of Tyrion's heavy momentum, Thassarian couldn't help but take a step back, his fists clenched, he gritted his teeth and said:

"But we crushed the cultists of the Brute Hammer Heights... Tens of thousands of them were captured! We've won! We beat them! ”

"So... That's why you're alive now! ”

Tyrion waved his hand casually, and said indifferently:

"In the Dark Blade system, a plan is a plan, and if you make a plan, you have to complete 100% of it, and you have only completed 50% of the ultimate goal of the extermination plan, so I will only give you 50% of the "return"... That's the life of you traitors..."

The Great Lord's body leaned back, leaned back in his chair, picked up the tobacco on the side, lit it, and when the strange aroma and smoke dispersed, behind the smoke, a cold light flashed on his hazy face.

"You've earned your life back, but if you want more, you'll have to keep trying."

"Go, Orderhounds, continue to pursue your own targets for the sake of the World Order, and if you do well enough, I don't mind giving you two bones, I've always been generous. ”

Thassarian was tempted to rush forward, grab Tyrion by the collar, and slap the shameless lord twice, but he was sure that if he dared to take a step and didn't even need Tyrion to do anything, he would be killed on the spot... The strange power of the Blood Lords of Sindra that night was still fresh in his memory.

After a few seconds of struggle, he gritted his teeth, bowed slightly at Tyrion, and then turned to leave, and the moment Thassarian reached the door, Tyrion's voice rang out again:

"Your name... Thassarian, right? ”

"I can see in your heart that you aspire to be a good soldier, however, you are not a good soldier right now, but I see in you a certain potential, so the door of the Dark Blade is always open for you if you want to."

"I don't need to!"

Thassarian stiffly threw down a sentence, then pushed the door open, and quickly disappeared into the midnight garden of Stormwind, looking at Thassarian's vanishing back, Tyrion shook his head, his gaze fell on the head of the ogre Gugar on the ground in front of him, and the corpse of Benedictas, both of which had no soul in them, just simple dead things.

It may seem to psychics that this is a very precious material, but to Tyrion, it is meaningless.

"Buzz"

First Lord of the Sindra Elves, Mordant. Eternal Shadow's figure stepped out of the blood-colored shadows, holding a gorgeous purple box in both hands, as if it were a gift, and respectfully placed it on Tyrion's table.

"Powerful and merciful Great Lord, this is the spoils of war that the Sindra Elves have given you!"

Tyrion glanced at the respectful Mordant, he reached out and opened the box, and among the luxurious velvet in the box, a purple one-handed warhammer with a strange aura was placed in it, and when the sunlight outside the window hit the surface of the warhammer, the light seemed to be absorbed by the warhammer, and around the warhammer, a dark black halo was formed, which looked mysterious.

The shape of this thing was not the popular style of Azeroth or Draenor, and the first time he saw it, Tyrion subconsciously thought of the blade of the Dark Empire held by the Chaldean Archbishop.

There should be some kind of connection between the two weapons, and most importantly, the warhammer in front of him is just a façade, and Tyrion's fingers touch the cold handle of the warhammer, and he can feel that this warhammer is very efficient at conducting energy, but unfortunately, it has not been infused with the most important essence of power.

But its materials and forging techniques are unquestionable, and it's a prototype that could become a legendary weapon.

"We found this weapon in the Flame Altar in the deepest part of the Twilight Fortress, it is said that it is the leader of the Twilight Hammer, the ogre Gugar made himself with the metal collected in the abyss, he originally intended to use it to carry the power of the evil god, but before he could act, he and his followers were defeated by your power."

Mordant. Before becoming Salein, Eternal Shadow was a polymath among the Sindra Elves, who had studied magical creations since the time of the Elven Empire, and he had a very deep understanding of these strange objects.

"Gugar called it the Twilight Hammer", and the mad ogre thought that this weapon would bring the end of the world to the world... But that's obviously just a crazy fantasy, but that doesn't mean it's weak, in fact, if used properly, it can still be an incredibly powerful weapon..."

"Nope."

Tyrion interrupted Mordant's remarks, placing the hammer back in the box, then pushing the box back to Eternal Shadow, saying:

"The Sindra Elves are already officially recognized by the Federation, your actions are led by the Federation, and they have nothing to do with the Dark Blade, and everything you have seized should belong to you, not me... This is not my glory, Eternal Shadow, but the glory of you and your people, earned by your hands. ”

"I can't accept this gift."

The High Lord reached out and patted the Blood Lord of Sindra on the shoulder, and he said:

"And my subordinates have taken your ancestral sword Quelsella, the original weapon embryo, as compensation for you, you can keep it, or remake it into the form of the weapon you need... Of course, if I could, I would like to use the Syndra Elves' mastery of magical creations to order a special weapon for one of my "friends". ”

"A wand that can be powered by any energy, it can't be too big, you can think of it as a gift from me to my child, but I demand that it be powerful and preferably energy-transformed... Solidifying the energy emitted by the wand into holy light or arcane arts, and blessing a few exorcism seals, I know it's a bit of a lot, but can you do it? ”

Mordant. Yongying looked at the back of the Great Lord, and after a few seconds, he put away the wooden box on the table, and then said in a deep voice:

"Of course... My people and I will come up with something that will satisfy you. ”

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"Whoa, whoa"

The sound of the sea lapping against the hull of the ship was heard through the heavy hull of the ship, which was constantly shaking in the storm, and in the dark cabin, the haphazard stacking of goods exuded a very unpleasant smell, and the wooden boxes were piled up in a haphazard manner, as if they were reassembled into a complex labyrinth in the small cabin.

At the end of the shaky shadows of the stacked boxes, on a pile of broken straw mats, a huge creature lay in the shadow, as if dead, but the occasional purple blood from the twitching of the hideous wound on his neck proved that the creature was still alive, but only weak and painful.

This is Gurgar, the leader of the Twilight Hammer, a wise and insane two-headed ogre wizard, a master at playing with the dangerous powers of the Void, a guy who was lucky enough to survive under heavy siege.

His iconic two heads were now only the right one, which was "Gu", and the left head representing "Gar's" consciousness had disappeared, and on that neck, in the bloody wound, a bulging sarcoma was weakly expanding in his breath, looking like some kind of hideous new organ was being reborn.

In the siege of 2 Death Lords, more than 200 high-level knights and 13 Blood Lords, Gugal was able to escape with a life has proven his strength, although he looks embarrassed now, but for believers who believe in the ancient gods, flesh and blood regeneration is just a simple "blessing", it only takes ten days of cultivation, and Gugal's severed head will be restored.

However, after the complete destruction of the Twilight's hammer in the Eastern Continent, Gugar faces a terrible dilemma... The Federal's strong control over the lower echelons of society has already marked the failure of Twilight's Hammer in the eastern continent, and he must shift his position.

Go to Kalimdo... There should be enough believers there waiting for him to discover.

However, at this time, there was a faint murmur in the soul of Gugar, which seemed to be another soul completely incompatible with this body, as if it was temporarily "dwelling" here.

"Gugal, where are you taking me?"

The weak soul asked, and Gugal, tormented by his physical pain, replied impatiently:

"Shut up, Benedictas... Put away your thoughts, we failed, but it doesn't matter, we've got what we need..."

Having lost his other head, Gurgar's voice was no longer accentuated, which made the ogre feel very uncomfortable, so he didn't want to speak much now, and he said in a bad tone:

"I'll take you to the holy city of Twilighthammer... What we have been planning for, this failure has proven that a solid civilized world is not what we need, and that only war can bring chaos, and only chaos can have the soil on which we can grow. ”

"Order, phew! What an obnoxious word. ”