The work of the Great Lord is very busy every day.

Although there is a whole system of the Darkblade Legion in operation, which is realizing his ambitious plans for the Great Lord, many things still have to be done by the Great Lord himself.

On the one hand, extremely important things are entrusted to subordinates, and Tyrion is a little uneasy.

On the other hand, for those figures that he valued very much, the Great Lord was willing to "waste" some time on them.

Right now, for example, in the hall on the top floor of the Dark Temple, Tyrion is receiving the Grand Shaman of the Clay Council, Nobaldon, who has secretly come to visit.

And Nobordon had come to meet with the High Lord, not to discuss the question of the Clay Council, which was now gaining great momentum, but to bring an answer to an extremely important question for another important person.

The Breaker, dressed in a quaint and eccentric shamanic costume, said to the High Lord in a gentle tone:

"I went to the Borean tundra 2 months ago to visit the Prophet Viren and informed him of your thoughts, and the Prophet said that this is a very important matter and that he needs some time to make a decision, and yesterday, the Prophet finally gave me an answer."

There was a glint of anticipation in Nouberton's blue eyes, and he whispered:

"The Prophet agreed to your offer, he was willing to open a way home for the people of Draenor, and he agreed to your suggestion that the matter would not be announced in public, everything would be done in secret, but the Prophet refused the request to hand over the Stormkeep to the Darkblade Legion."

As he spoke, the great shaman took out a heavy scroll of drawings from his pocket and handed it to the shadow beside him, who opened the drawing, and after confirming that there was no danger, handed it to Tyrion, who looked at it and was stunned by the dense intricate and strange symbols and signs on the drawing, he put the scroll aside, and then looked at Nobordon:

"What is this?"

"This is the sincerity of the prophet."

Nobalton whispered:

"One of the most important pieces of knowledge that the Draenei brought out of their homeland was the blueprints for a colony ship like Stormwind and four frigates... It is the mystical knowledge obtained from Naru, with which the Darkblade Legion can imitate the complete Storm Fortress, and in return for this scroll of blueprints, the Prophet hopes that you will arrange an "accident" to send the Storm Fortress currently located in the world of Draenor to Azeroth..."

The Great Shaman of the Broken, who had a deep connection with the Draenei, leaned over and said:

"I hope you understand, High Lord, that Storm Fortress is more than just a fortress for the Draenei, it contains memories of the past and complex emotions for the Draenei... It was difficult for Viren to convince his followers to abandon it. ”

"Ah, my friend Viren is still the same as before, very wise and calculating."

Tyrion's hand caressed the heavy drawing, and he said with a slight sarcasm:

"Even if there were drawings, at the current level of engineering in Azeroth, it would take at least 10 years or more to make it... And what he got was the freedom of the rest of his people, and a shelter that could hold all the people... Okay, okay, he's a leader, and I'm a leader, so I can understand his choice. ”

"But the problem is, you seem to have missed an important point, Elder Nobordon."

The Great Lord's ice-blue gaze fell on Nopleton:

"What about the Atama Crystal? You see, I don't want much, I just need a Naru Shield... The Prophet's reply to the Atama Crystal is only one-seventh of it? ”

The sharp question caused Nobunton to hesitate for a moment, and the great shaman hesitated for a few seconds before uttering Viren's somewhat whimsical idea:

"The Prophet said he could give the Shield of Naru to the Darkblade, but he also had his own needs, and he wanted to... Darkblade can completely loosen the suppression of the power of Shattrath City in the world of Draenor, and he said that the Draenei people in the north wind tundra are willing to continue to receive outcasts from Shattrath City. ”

"Viren, old man!"

This request made Tyrion laugh, and the High Lord clapped his hands and said to the shadow beside him:

"It's so bad... This prophet of extraordinary wisdom has almost grasped all my bottom lines..."

The Great Lord's eyes narrowed, and a faint hint of killing intent flashed in them, but the next moment, he said gently to Nobordon, who was the intermediary messenger between the two sides:

"Of course, I've long lost hope in the bastards in Shattrath City, and Viren is willing to accept them, that's great, but the Great Shaman, bring me a message for Viren..."

"As long as he has the ability, he can even empty the manpower of the entire Shattrath City, but shatter the Remnant Sun Warband! Gotta keep it for me! ”

"Huh?"

The great shaman Noborton looked up suspiciously, and he looked at Tyrion:

"That's a legion that uses the power of the Light, High Lord, with all due respect, even you can't convince those stubborn paladins to serve you... If you need a Death Knight, the scarce number of Shattered Sun Paladins won't satisfy your appetite, so why is that? ”

"You don't understand, Lord Nobordon."

The Great Lord rubbed his forehead wearily, and he explained to the Great Shaman:

"I'm not looking for such a meaningless little warband for myself, just my kids... He has embarked on the path of his own destiny, but he is weak, and he may be in danger in the face of those intractable enemies, which worries my old father, and I can't take the initiative to help him..."

"So you see, isn't it fitting for a group of paladins who have been through the war to serve Naru and are about to lose their homeland again to be the followers of my poor child, destined for something big?"

"My Anduin, your poor adoptive father, can only help you get here..."

"It's not fun at all."

This was Anduin's first assessment of Tyr's hand, thousands of miles away from home.

"People here have brain problems!"

This is Anduin's second evaluation.

"The people here are so badly beaten..."

Here's his latest evaluation...

In the face of Anduin's complaints, Sarantia, who had just finished a not-so-delicious dinner with him, ignored the angry eyes of the paladins around him, and gently comforted them:

"Aren't you mentally prepared before you come? It's better than the worst we can imagine. ”

"It's not much better."

Anduin snorted, and the child, who was about to turn 10, tried to glare back the female knight who had been glaring at him with his vicious gaze, but a child showing such a pretended "fierce" gaze could only be funny.

So, sitting on the other side of Anduin sat the female knight Bridget. Abidis saw Anduin's grimace-like expression, and he didn't hold back for a moment, and burst out laughing.

It's embarrassing...

Because Bridget came all the way to find trouble.

The only daughter of General Abydis is 24 years old this year, and she is in the prime of life, and Bridge has inherited the fine blood of General Abydis, and her slender figure, especially the long legs, is enough to make any young knight want to make trouble, and throughout the Scarlet Crusade, she and White . Miss Mayne is also known as the "Crusader Flower", and is always surrounded by young people around them.

But White. Miss Mayne seems to have been the only son of Knight Ferdin, a little younger than her. Fourding has some ambiguous feelings, so Miss White has rarely shown up lately, and the only thing that remains, Miss Bridget, who is still single, has become the last hope for single dog riders...

But Bridget is in a terrible mood today...

Because she saw the lonely scene of the old father drinking and crying alone in the study last night, after some inquiry, the female knight knew that it was caused by the quarrel between her father and the other two great knights, and the origin of the quarrel was the damn little ghost in front of her!

Anduin may have known that his background was causing him trouble, but the boy was still a little confused about the extent of the trouble, he couldn't understand the image of his adoptive father Tyrion in the minds of these paladins, and he couldn't understand the unresolvable hatred between the two sides, and now, he was about to face his first dangerous challenge in the Silver Dawn Nation because of this complex emotions.

"What is she laughing at?"

Anduin saw Britty's sudden laughter when he was glaring at him, and the little prince turned his head to look at his female companion in confusion, while Sarandia shrugged, she didn't know how to explain it to Anduin.

And the next moment, the pretty knight sister restrained her smile, and she stood up, carrying a long sword, and stepped forward with her long legs, and came to the table of Anduin and Sarantia.

"Bang"

The heavy sword was pressed against the table, and Bridget's act immediately made the eerie atmosphere of the knight's cafeteria noisy.

Britsette is one of the representatives of the young knights, and her every move will trigger the young knights to follow, and now, seeing that Britst wants to teach the unknown imp a lesson, all the paladins can't help but stand up.

Some of the more steady, older knights immediately began to maintain order, but the old knights scolded, pushing the excited young knights back, while also observing the exchange between Bridget and Anduin.

They've been through the war between humans and the undead, and they'd love to see Anduin with Tyrion be taught a lesson, but they won't allow Bridget to really hurt Anduin... That would lead directly to a terrible war.

"You, little ghost! Stand up! ”

It was the first time for Britst to do this kind of bullying of juniors, although she had seen many old knights bully new knights after getting drunk, but she had always disliked this kind of behavior, and if it wasn't for venting her anger on her father, she wouldn't have done such a bad thing.

But she was indeed bullying, so Bridget's beautiful face flushed slightly, and she tried to look fierce, she followed the actions of the old knights who bullied the newcomers, and stretched out her finger to Anduin, who looked dazed:

"I heard you're a very talented paladin too? Let's compare our martial arts! ”

"Huh?"

Faced with this challenge, Anduin put the last spoonful of rice into his mouth, chewing it tastelessly, tilting his head to look at Bridget, and he asked suspiciously:

"I don't know you, why should I compete with you in martial arts? Who are you? Why did you just stare at me, and why did you suddenly laugh? ”

"My name is Bridget... Bridget. Abydis! ”

Bridget explains:

"I'm glaring at you because I hate you, you little devil, you know you're related to Tyryon, why are you here? Are you your demon adoptive father giving you some mission? Still is... You're here specifically to spy on the military? ”

"Oh, this one."

Anduin finished eating the rice, Sarandia took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and the little prince calmly raised his head and looked at Bridget:

"Before I came to the Silver Dawn Order, my adoptive father did tell me something... If you really want to ask me what I'm here for..."

Anduin stood up slowly, and at this moment, a sharp edge was revealed in the child, and he said to Bridget in a natural tone:

"I'm here to lead you!"

"Because you have gone astray..."

Anduin's words were not loud, but they were enough for the rest of the entire cafeteria to hear, and the noisy scene was quiet at this moment, and even the old knights who maintained order couldn't help but widen their eyes as they looked at the crazy little kid in front of them.

They didn't know if Anduin had said the words himself, or if the devil Tyrion had taught them, but the boy had made his mind clear anyway, and it was time for Brigitte to speak.

And the beautiful female knight was also shocked by Anduin's arrogant statement, but the next moment, a hint of mockery flashed on her face, she straightened up, drew her long sword from its scabbard, and flicked it off:

"Do you think you have that qualification? Arrogant imp... I'm Bridget, the youngest paladin captain of the Order of the Silver Dawn, one of the leaders of the younger generation... You want to command us? Then let's beat me first! ”

"So, you don't want to listen to me?"

Anduin frowned, remembering what Tyrion had told him before leaving, and he flicked his shoulders to remove the weapon from the storage ring on his finger, but was stopped by Salantia.

The High Elf maiden said to Anduin and Bridget:

"Nope! Anduin, don't fight her! ”

"Oh? Is this scared? ”

Bridget chuckled softly:

"Don't worry, I'm not so mad as to hurt a child under the age of 10, I'll do it very lightly..."

"No!"

Sarandia stood in front of Anduin, her left hand brushed the ring on the finger of her right hand, and in the flash of light, a war hammer made of pure purple crystal was slammed on the ground by the slender Salantia, and it made a low sound like a bell, and between the flutters of the feather of holy light, Salantia's whole body was like a layer of golden armor, she stared at Bridget, and she said:

"Because Anduin doesn't beat women..."

"But I'm also a woman, so I'll do it for him... Beat you up! ”

"You'd better be careful, because for those frogs at the bottom of the well, when I start..."

"It's always heavy!"

The slender and frail High Elf girl had a cold smile on her face that was in the same vein as the Blood Master, and she whispered:

"Miss Bridget, when you were beaten... Don't cry~" 2k reading network