Crying is one of the best ways to release stress.

When you feel very depressed and very painful, a person hiding in the room and crying can often release your emotions and gain more courage to face the unknown in the future.

Of course, it means nothing to the dead, because the dead don't cry and don't need to cry.

Winlesa, who had cried heartily, was in a much better mood, although in the end, at Aurelia's request, she stuffed the edible bacon into her stomach.

It's not that the Knights of the Darkblade have become thrifty, in fact, the seemingly ordinary bacon is precious... It was prepared by Aurelia herself for her ignorant sister.

It's food that mortals can't even think of... Dragon meat, the most nutritious part of the dragon's body, it can quickly restore life to its most perfect state, and Aurelia also needs a healthy Wenlesa.

Because only people who are healthy enough can survive everything they have to face next.

"Where are you taking me? Sister"

Wen Leisa. Windranger grabbed his sister's hand and followed Aurelia through the necromancy, and wherever the Blood Lady went, the high-ranking knights on either side of the guard bowed down and saluted, which made Winlessa feel unreal.

She looked at the high-level undead in all shapes, orcs she had seen, draenei she had never seen, humans, dwarves, and finally raven men with strange shapes, like birds.

She had never seen such a creature in this world, and the most important thing was that the high-level necromancers who could appear on this path to the underground, each of them exuded a very dangerous aura, Wen Lesa compared it in her heart, with her current strength, as long as she encountered more than 2 high-level knights, she would die.

There are at least a thousand high-ranking knights like this dangerous in this city... Oh, my God! It's no wonder that Prince Kael'thas has gone out of his way to reconnect with Tyrion, and it is too dangerous and too powerful to have such an army.

And these powerful necromancers were like servants at this time, saluting their sister deferentially, which made Winresa's brain full of romantic knights start to think about her sister's high status in this legion again.

"They don't respect me, they respect the man standing behind me."

Aurelia didn't look back, but from her sister's silence, she could probably guess what Winlessa was thinking, and she whispered as she greeted the Death Lords:

"Tyrion started from scratch in the world of Draenor, it took 4 years to build it all, he led them to defeat all the forces of that world, even defeated the invincible demons head-on, he is the undisputed leader of the Darkblade Knights, everyone, regardless of race or place of origin, they are proud of their allegiance to him and are willing to give everything to his cause."

"As for me... I'm in an awkward position, Wen Lesa, I'm just really getting into the group, but I'm having a hard time getting their respect and obedience... So, don't get me and Tyrion in trouble, okay? ”

When she said this, Aurelia looked at her sister seriously, Wen Leisa lowered her head, when she was beside her sister, she looked like a very little girl, she nodded a little reluctantly, and then let out a faint voice of resistance:

"I'm not just going to get into trouble..."

"Ugh..."

Aurelia sighed, smoothed her sister's hair, and said:

"Come with me, I'll take you to meet Tyrion, to meet your brother-in-law."

Winresa followed Aurelia to the bottom of Grimbaatar, where she had been and where the Red Dragon Queen was imprisoned, and she took a deep breath and followed her sister into the huge, heat-emitting cavern in front of her.

At the end of this vast crypt, the massive Red Dragon Queen was still lying there, her frail body seemed to be imprisoned by some powerful dark force, and she fell into a strange coma, and around the queen's massive body, the blood mages were doing their best to maintain the confinement of this magical power, but if it weren't for the dragon's soul that had weakened Alexstrasa, they wouldn't have been able to restrain her.

"Yo, look who this is!"

As Winlessa stepped into the crypt, a flirtatious voice came from behind her, and the Ranger turned back to see Deathlord Luminas, wearing Black Thorn armor and fiery red hair, looking at her curiously.

The same blood-red eyes as her sister stared at her, examining her, and the oppression coming from Luminas's body was stronger than those of the high-ranking knights outside, and even made Winlessa feel that it was difficult to breathe.

"So, you're Tyrion's little sister?"

Luminas stepped forward, not in the least like a silent private person, and she grinned and took Winlessa's shoulder, and whispered:

"I also heard that you provoked Nassa's slut? Good job! Girl... But with your strength, this behavior may be a bit stupid. ”

"I... I didn't mean to. ”

Wen Leisa's tone was a little lost, because there were a few people present, and the strength of each of them was much stronger than her, she felt like she had broken into the fragile budding of the big guys' assembly, and she didn't know what to do, and she didn't know what kind of attitude to face these "murderous" big guys.

"But you did it anyway, and while it's a bit stupid, at least it shows that you have the courage to resist, and that's good."

Another hoarse voice joined the conversation, and Winlessa turned back to see the Draenei Deathlord, who was a head taller than her, with a gentle smile on his face, and if he hadn't known in advance that it was a necromancy, Winlessa would definitely think that it was a real living person.

Oh my God, the smile on her face, those flexible eyes, no different from a living person.

"Iriel, from Draenor, maybe we can be friends, Little Beauty."

Irel held out her hand to Winlessa, and the new Ranger shook Iriel's hand in some flattery, and she whispered:

"Thank you, you're too... Beautiful. ”

"But it's useless for a dead man to be beautiful... Strength, strength, these are the most important things. ”

Irel smiled at Winlessa pointedly, then turned and wagged his tail away, and Winlessa's gaze quickly rested on Iriel's little tail wagging from side to side, not even noticing the approach of the others.

"Little Winlessa, you... It shouldn't be here. ”

A familiar voice made Winlessa stunned in place, and she turned her head sharply, and saw the elite ranger she once knew, Celrent. Firewing and Rogrio. Sun Fury, she was a little at a loss, and didn't know what to say, but Celent just stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder:

"This is a gathering of the dead, and it doesn't do the living any good to stay here."

"Find a time to leave, little Winresa, go back to Quel'Thalas, and never come back."

Rogge also patted Wen Lesa on the shoulder, but before leaving, he cautiously handed his storage ring to Wen Lesa and whispered:

"Here are some little toys I made to give them to my son... Kane. Sunrage, and then told Kane that his father still loved him as much as he used to. ”

After walking into the crypt, there were two orc death lords, Wen Lesa didn't talk to them, and there was no need, the hatred between the High Elves and the orcs was not so easy to eliminate, but looking at her sister and the two orcs greeting each other, Wen Lesa had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Whatever it was in life, these people... These dead people, after their death, they have a common name and a common race, and the hatred of the necromancy, perhaps only the living, is also dissipated along with death.

"Are you all there?"

A low, hollow voice woke Winlessa from her musings, and when she looked up, she saw the man standing in front of the Red Dragon Queen's massive figure, Tyrion. Dawnblade, the man she called her brother for 300 years, her former relative.

At Tyrion's summons, the Grand Lich, Necromantic Lord, and Blood Mage stepped forward in unison, forming a circle, and Tyrion stood in front of it.

Wen Leisa's fingers twitched, and as she looked at the situation in front of her, she suddenly realized that she might be witnessing a very important scene for the necromancers.

"My brothers and sisters, together we have established the Order of the Darkblade, we have come so far, we have been through so much, we have sacrificed, we have seen disasters, we have resisted and defeated powerful opponents... I promised you that the shackles that trapped everyone would be smashed one by one! We did it, but that's just the beginning! ”

Tyrion spread his arms, and behind him, a faint fiery red glow emanated from the unconscious body of the Red Dragon Queen, like a light that illuminated the darkness.

"I have promised you that we will be more powerful, no matter what we do, destroy, or protect, destroy, or rebuild, it is all based on the strength of the self, and you, who have been through the relentless war, have proven that you can and are qualified to harness greater power!"

The Great Lord's gaze flashed over the eyes of everyone in front of him, pausing on Winlesa, he withdrew his gaze, he reached out and took the twisted dagger that Nasa handed him, the light of magic and necromancy runes bloomed in a merciless cold light on the dagger, and in his other hand, he held the crystal cup given by Aurelia.

He turned around, and under the gaze of all the lords, he raised his dagger and stabbed it into the hard scales of the unconscious red dragon queen, between the shattered scales, the unconscious queen let out a thunderous moan, and with the activation of Sarein's blood-sucking ability, a cloud of scorching dragon king's blood was suspended in the air, under the manipulation of the blood mage, the king's blood was compressed and purified little by little, until finally, it fell into the cup in Tyrion's hand like a living wine.

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade shook the crystal cup, the purified dragon's blood emitting a scorching aura like magma contained in the cup.

Tyrion walked up to Khadgar and looked at the Great Lich, and the Great Lich also looked at him, both of them knew that although they were cooperating with each other, the purpose of the two sides was not the same, but Tyrion was still under the gaze of everyone, and handed the first cup of blood to Khadgar.

"Drink it, my brother."

"This blood of life will bring new life to our decaying bodies, it will bring us new strength in the midst of pain, it will become our sword, it will become our shield, it will become our warhorse, it will become our spear, it will give us strength enough to fight a real enemy!"

Tyrion's voice grew higher and higher, and in the hoarse and hollow voice, the entire cavern seemed to sway under the influence of death energy, and the figure of the Great Lord of the Dark Blade became taller and taller.

"This divine blood will be the bond that binds us together, sacrifice is the basis of unity, and strength, power will exalt us completely..."

"Drink, drink! My brother. ”

Tyrion looked at Khadgar, and he whispered:

"This is the fate written by us... Drink it bravely, and then grab the throat of fate! ”

The silver light in the Grand Lich's eyes did not change, he raised his glass, turned around, looked at the Lords of Death, he was silent for a moment, as if he was toasting at a grand banquet, and raised the glass in his hand high:

"Witness me! Friends... Witness it all! ”

"For the sake of our common cause... Cheers! ”

Khadgar raised his head and drank the dragon's blood in the cup like scorching magma, and the next moment, his body began to tremble, as if he had drunk the magma raw, and the scorching heat at this moment even made the magic of the Great Lich begin to be irritable, but after all, he was currently the second most powerful person in the Knights of the Darkblade after Tyrion, and he quickly suppressed the restlessness in his body.

The Grand Lich stepped aside and watched as Tyrion took another glass of blood and handed it to Glokush, who drank the dragonlord's blood without hesitation, without the same hesitation as he had when he drank it, and the Death Lords cheered in return, and the atmosphere was so frenzied that it didn't look like the necromancers were partying at all.

It seems that Tyrion has indeed earned their respect and trust, and he has lived up to it...

"So be it."

Khadgar closed his eyes slightly, leaning himself against his Guardian's Staff, no one knew what the Great Lich was thinking, but at least for now, he was one of the Darkblades, there was no doubt about it.