"Most of the orcs who can still fight have been banished to Azeroth, and there will be no more than 20,000 orcs left in Draenor, and most of them are old people and children who have no combat power."

On the 7th day of the fall of the Hellfire Fortress, the Orc expulsion operation throughout the Hellfire Peninsula was nearing the end, and the Darkblade Knights controlled most of the land, but for those who escaped, the Death Knights did not kill all of them, but drove them out of the peninsula.

On the rooftop of the Dark Temple, Glokush is reporting to Tyrion about the entire battle.

"Most of these remnants of the orcs live in Galadar, Nagrand, a settlement controlled by the shaman Gaiaan."

The Black Hand's reward was unremarkable, read in the hollow and bland voice of the Death Knight, and Tyrion didn't really care about the remaining orcs, who were almost no threat.

"Nagrand's elemental power is the most active, and it's not a good place for Death Knights."

Tyrion flicked his fingers, glanced at Glokush, and whispered:

"Since they're still alive, let them continue to live, Glokush, I've given you the task of monitoring Nagrand, and if they try to undermine the Blade's rule over this world, then don't blame me for being ruthless... This is my promise to you! ”

"As for the orcs who can still fight, drive them all to the Frost Fire Ridge."

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade crossed his fingers and propped up his chin, a thoughtful look flashed in his ice-blue eyes: "I don't have time to hunt them down, after Oakington's resources are developed, the Alanka Peak Forest will be our next target." ”

"Thank you for your kindness, Tyrion."

Grokush's voice finally changed slightly, and he leaned over slightly and said to the Great Lord:

"I will definitely manage the borders of Nagrand, and look for more cemeteries around there, speaking of which, you will definitely be interested in the easternmost hanging fortress of Nagrand, which is the last city of the ogres, which was captured and destroyed by the orcs two years before the opening of the Dark Gate, it is said that the ancient knowledge passed down from the Ogre Empire is buried there, and most importantly, as far as I know, the last and most powerful legion of the Ogre Empire is buried there!"

"Oh? In other words, under the ruins, there are hidden resources that can be used by us? ”

Tyrion's eyes blinked, and after a moment, he nodded:

"Well, the development of the Hanging Fort is up to you, and don't forget to gather intel on Gorrond, which is said to be a completely wild place."

"Yes, High Lord!"

Glokush turned to leave, and before Tyrion could enjoy a moment of peace, Silent stepped onto the rooftop, bringing news that wasn't good or bad.

"One of the tombs we dug in Oakington has been destroyed, and to be sure, not the work of the orcs."

Thread cautiously skimmed it, seeing that Tyrion's expression had not changed, he took out a strange feather from his pocket and handed it to the High Lord.

"We found a lot of these feathers at the site, and Irel told me that they were the remaining feathers of the crows of this world."

"Raven Man?"

Tyrion put the feather in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it, the feathers of the huge bird had lost their luster, and at the touch of his fingers, he could feel a little dark and deep but distorted magic in the feather, the fingers of the Death Knight jumped over the edge of the stone throne, and after a moment, he returned the feather to Serent.

"Ignore them first, strengthen vigilance, and continue to develop Oakington, we still know too little about this world, let Severn find it in those souls, and resurrect a group of knowledgeable Draenei first, as our guide to collect the whole world!"

"Yes, I see."

Celent breathed a sigh of relief, he thought for a moment, and then said:

"Tyrion, we have too few people to even manage Oakington completely, and if we only rely on me and Severn, the efficiency is too low, so I think about it, should we select another group of managers from those knights who have been resurrected?"

"Well, that's what I'm thinking about."

Tyrion crossed his legs and leaned back and forth on the throne, and he said to Serent:

"Let Irel follow you to Oakington, you, Severn and Irel form a group, consider those resurrected necromancers, who are still in their normal minds, who can accept our ideas, and are willing to join them, pick them out, and then teach them the complete Death Knight combat system, and guide them to use death energy, those who don't think enough soul... It can only be used as subordinate cannon fodder. ”

"Where's the quantity?"

Syrent nodded, and asked again, the question that made Tyrion hesitate for a moment:

"As long as the Knights of the Dark Blade are elite, this cannot be changed, indiscriminate filling will only make our combat effectiveness drop sharply, the first batch... First select 100 lower-level knights, and according to their performance, select 20 high-level knights, led directly by the three of you, which should be enough in the short term, and don't relax the monitoring of Shattrath City, if that Naru hidden in it wants to do something, I must get the news as soon as possible! ”

"Yes!"

Silent retreated into the darkness, and after he left, Tyrion sat alone on the stone throne, his mind racing under a calm gaze, contemplating the future of the Knights of the Darkblade.

Now that there are enough resources, then the Knights should usher in a new wave of power, and the Knights of the Black Blade, the Death Knight organization in the game, is an ideal template, led by a high lord, under the jurisdiction of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse in charge of war, as well as high-ranking knights as a mid-level commander, as well as a large number of low-level commanders, and finally a non-stop selection of recruits.

There are also lich and dark mages for daily training to study necromantic skills, repair the wounded, gather intelligence and make war plans, and most importantly, a war fortress that can move quickly through the skies, a large number of gargoyles, frost dragons as members of the high-level air combat, and more.

Judging from the template of the Knights of the Black Blade, there is no doubt that the Knights of the Dark Blade formed by Tyrion are still at the lowest level, so after the war against Neozu and the banishment of the orc clan, the next period of time will be used for internal development, and how to maximize the efficiency of the manpower at hand is something that Tyrion must consider as a great lord.

"Lumi, come to me!"

Tyrion issued a summoning in the spirit link, and a few minutes later, Luminas in a long black dress appeared on the rooftop, compared to the other death knights, the young lady obviously lacked respect for Tyrion, but probably just satisfied the desire to slaughter the orcs, Luminas looked a little lazy, and his face looked like he hadn't woken up.

"What are you looking for me? Tyrion, I'm tired, I'm busy... Too little sleep will affect the quality of the skin, and I'm still trying to make a new antiseptic liquid, a rose-scented one, do you want to have a little? ”

After thinking for a few seconds, he raised his head expressionlessly, looked at Luminas with an impatient look on his waist, and decided to go straight to it and not give her a chance to mess around.

"Luminas, the High Knight of the Knights of the Dark Blade. In the name of the Great Lord of the Darkblade, I grant you the right to manage the Hellfire Fortress, and you will be responsible for maintaining the resource development of the entire Hellfire Peninsula for the next few days, as well as keeping an eye on the movements of the Dark Gate! If there is an invasion by foreign enemies, you must organize a counterattack at the first time to buy time for backup! ”

Tyrion accentuated his voice:

"Do you understand?"

"Got it!"

Luminas replied in a loud voice, but the next moment she returned to her salted fish state, and she looked at her rose-painted fingertips, and said without looking back:

"But I'm not going!"

"Why?"

Tyrion subconsciously asked, and Luminas crossed his waist in a different posture and said nonchalantly:

"There's nothing on the Hellfire Peninsula but the stinking corpses of orcs! It's better to stay and sleep in the Dark Temple, and see how clean little Ella and Akama have cleaned up this place, you'll let me do this and that! Why don't you let Roglio go to that backcountry? Why not let Sept go? What about Iriel? You can't bear to let your little pet be exiled, and you want me to kick it there! ”

The red light in Luminas' eyes pulsed:

"Don't do it!"

This reaction made Tyrion pause, but then, rubbing his chin and looking playfully at the Death Knight in front of him, he whispered:

"Lumi... You're trying to get back into the habits of the living! You're doing something dangerous, and it seems you've forgotten what I warned you. ”

"I... I didn't! ”

This sentence made Luminas's expression change for a moment, and she quickly retorted, "I know I'm dead, I just... I'm just making myself happier! ”

"Happy? Is this something that the dead should wish for? ”

Tyrion's fist slammed into the stone throne, and the voice of the Great Lord of the Darkblade became extremely cold as the rubble flew into the dust:

"Get out of here and go to Hellfire Fortress now! If you don't want to be a madman between life and death... You'll remember it for me! You are not allowed to reminisce about the past! ”

"I don't want to see my friends destroy themselves!"

"Heh... Friends, Tyrion, should dead people have friends? ”

Luminas retorted:

"You yourself are longing for the life of a living man! You can't hide it from me! You're a wretched wretch, too! Just like me! Until death comes again, you will only die like a rat that no one cares about, rotting silently in the darkness alone! ”

"I just don't want to live like a mouse! Is this also wrong? ”

Throwing down a fierce resistance, Lumi turned and rushed into the darkness, if she was alive, maybe she would have burst into tears by this time, Tyrion looked at her back as she left, and silently lowered her outstretched hand.

He knew that he had hurt Luminas again, but... But it's to protect her, really...

The atmosphere on the rooftop fell silent once more, and in the darkness, Tyrion sat on the cold throne, looking like a complete sculpture.

"Ella, what are you looking at?"

The hoarse voice that burst out of the darkness startled the little gnome who was hiding by the door and probing her brain, and she hurried into the rooftop, and reported to Tyrion:

"Knight Luminas is gone, she is alone, and she has taken the death knell with her."

"Let her go, help me get Rog in, and Akama."

Tyrion waved her hand, and the gnome tried to say something, but in the end she retreated into the darkness in silence.

"Rogge, you're the one I trust the most."

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade seemed to be in a bad mood, and he waved his finger a little irritably, and said to the black-armored knight standing in front of him:

"I'm going to give you a secret mission that no one else knows..."

"Say, Tyrion!"

Rog replied very simply, and Tyrion picked up a map from the table on the edge of the throne and handed it to him:

"I want you to sail out on a boat to find the orcs of the legendary plain of Franlon, an island at the northern end of the continent, which is said to hide the source of life in the world of Draenor, but this is only a legend after all, but I still hope you can find it."

"There are still some working boats in the docks of the Carabo Temple, but I need an assistant!"

"Oldem will go with you."

"Excellent! I'll be off right away! ”

Roglio turned to leave, and Tyrion looked at his back and suddenly asked:

"Rogge, do you still want little Kane?"

"Kane, my son..."

Roglio's figure shook and sped away into the darkness, leaving behind a slightly sad sentence: "How could you not want to?" I just forced myself not to think about him..."

"It turns out... It turns out that everyone, everyone has something to worry about, and everyone is pretending to be strong..."

Tyrion reached out and covered his cheek like a frustrated, and in this lonely darkness, he released his fragility and pain to the fullest, and beneath the cold, darker and darker shell was a soul that grew more and more fragile.

"Aurelia..."