The Reaper Raven landed on the upper platform of Shattrath, drawing many exclamations.

Most of the exiles had never seen such a massive beast, and the Raven Exiles chattered about the power of the Death Raven to those around them, but after Tyrion and Irel jumped off the raven, all the talk stopped at this moment.

Everyone knew the two Death Knights, and most importantly, no one liked them either.

However, this time, Shattrath's Draenei guards learned their lesson, and at the moment of the arrival of the Death Knight, they specially arranged for many paladins to be "escorted" throughout the process, and there was no major mess.

And when Tyrion and Irel entered the main hall of Naruadar, opposite them and on the side, there were also members of different forces entering the main hall.

As soon as the three forces met, the atmosphere instantly became bad.

"Wow"

Danas who had just walked into the hall. Thorbain backhanded the tomahawk behind his back, but the moment he charged towards Tyrion, the heavy power of the light imprisoned the human general in place.

"Disgusting dead man!"

Danas struggled to break free, and he yelled, but Tyrion didn't seem to hear the insult at all, and just looked at the group with interest.

Presumably as a sign of respect, the commanders of the Coalition advance forces gathered here. Thorbain, Archmage Khadgar, Kudran. Brute Hammer and the robed paladin Tulayan, one less Aurelia, the lady who is now cultivating in the Dark Temple, has not yet recovered from her previous encounters.

"Khadgar!"

Tyrion said in a hollow voice:

"Didn't Mr. Medivan ask you to do something?"

The Death Knight narrowed his eyes, he took out a black soul stone from the storage ring, put it on the tip of his finger and tapped it. Mr. Elan's screams came from the soul stone, causing the faces of the group in front of them to change greatly, and Tyrion looked at the silent archmage, and he whispered:

"Like, recovering his dear father's soul or something..."

In the face of this provocation, the archmage clenched his fists, but in the end, he still did not have a seizure on the spot, and as a mature mage, Khadgar knew very well what was most important now.

And just as Tyrion was greeting the Alliance commanders, behind him, the Death Knight Irel also saw the people walking on the opposite side.

The prophet of the Draenei, the leader of this exile race, dressed in white robes and holding a staff of redemption, reverberated with the light of the old Draenei, Viren.

At the same time that Irel saw Viren, Viren also saw Irel wearing black heavy armor, his eyes were dark red, and his whole body was wrapped with death energy, the old prophet's eyes widened at this moment, his breathing was a little confused, and his walking speed was a little faster.

Apparently, he recognized Irel as well.

"Iriel, my child..."

Viren looked at Iriel's cursed posture at this time, his eyes flashed with undisguised pain, and his fingers clenched the staff, even the black rosary in his hand was clenched tightly.

"What kind of nightmare have you been through, my poor child?"

Viren's voice was pathetic, and Irel was sure that this was not a disguise of weakness, Viren had always been so compassionate, but the anger and hatred that had been suppressed in his heart for ten years erupted like an erupting volcano the moment he saw him.

"Stop! Prophet! ”

Irel raised her hand, a dark red light beating on the tips of her fingers, she looked at Viren in front of her, and she whispered:

"Don't come any closer... Otherwise I can't help but smash my weapon in your hypocritical face! ”

"Nightmare? I have indeed had many nightmares, every 10 years that you have abandoned us and left the people to die in the temple of Carabo, every night, I have experienced that nightmare, the orcs wantonly slaughtering our people, they polluted the temple of Carabo, those children, my people, waiting to die in the ruins of darkness... Do you know what I remember the most? ”

The red light in Iriel's eyes throbbed more and more violently, and she stepped forward, clenched her fists, and said almost word for word between her teeth:

"I'll never forget your escape from the Carabo Temple, surrounded by the garrison! There are nearly 10,000 people behind you who are not known for their lives and deaths, and you are so resolute... I'll never forget! Viren, I will never forget your betrayal of the people! ”

"Coward!"

Iriel's hateful voice struck Viren's heart like a whip full of thorns, making the old prophet's face pale, as if returning to the day the temple of Carabo fell 10 years ago, and in the disdain of Iriel's gaze, he took two steps back, and his originally strong spirit became weak, as if his will had been crushed.

Iriel's finger pointed at all the Draenei in front of him.

"You are all cowards!"

The old prophet's back straightened, this was probably the first time he had been questioned like this by someone who had already died, but that didn't mean he had a clear conscience, and not only him, but the Draenei who followed Viren didn't dare to look directly at Iriel.

The dead man's gaze burned so hard that they felt ashamed.

The commanders of the Alliance's advance forces were unaware of the internal affairs of the Draenei, but that didn't stop them from watching what was happening before them, especially the dwarf Kudran, whose squinted eyes flashed with interest from time to time, and he almost picked up a jug of wine and sat down to watch the play.

Of course, this meeting was very important, so hatred could not be allowed to spread like this, and Adar's gentle voice resounded in everyone's hearts, breaking this awkward confrontation.

"You have come from afar, don't waste your time on unnecessary disputes, I believe that you are here for peace, in that case, why don't you put aside your estrangement and talk about peace?"

Tyrion ignored Naru's mediation, he looked back at his subordinates, Iriel's body trembled, obviously, her emotions were out of control, so it was not a good thing for a dead man to be too emotional...

"Need a break? Irel? ”

Tyrion's voice reached Irir's ears, and the conversation between the two of them on the Death Raven rang through Ariel's mind again, looking at the prophet she hated, Viren, looking at his crumpled body, looking at his crushed will and spirit, Irel felt a glimmer of pleasure, but as Tyrion said, after that pleasure was gone, endless emptiness swept over her mind.

Could it be that she came back from the dead for the sake of this scene?

Did she come here just to see Viren's disgraced face?

Could it be that her future is destined to be entangled with all this in front of her?

No! That's not true...

"It's over!"

Irel shuddered and forced herself to calm down, she took a deep look at Viren, as if to engrave his posture in her mind, and finally, she took a step back and stood behind Tyrion, and she whispered:

"It's over, Viren, we don't have a relationship anymore, I used to be in the service of the Light, I saw the Light as the meaning of my life, and now... I'm free, that's all. ”

"The Kalapo Temple is stocked with the bodies of all the victims, if you really want to repent, if you want to say sorry to your people..."

Tyrion looked at the Draenei prophet in front of him, and he said calmly:

"The doors of the Dark Temple are ready to open for you."

"This is an internal affair of the Draenei!"

A voice rang out behind Viren, a tall draenei garrison in jewel-embellished golden armor and carrying a purple crystal war hammer, who stared at Tyrion and said in a deep voice:

"Due to your bad reputation, we will soon send someone to the ruins of the Karabo Temple to bring our people back to where they belong!"

"Oh, looks like you're not happy with me, Draenei."

Tyrion looked at the garrison in front of him, and he said without flinching:

"You think I occupy your territory? The Temple of Carabo? The ruins of Oakington? Do you think I'm doing something wrong? Playing with corpses? Playing with the soul? ”

"Isn't it?"

The tall Draenei seemed enraged, and he cried out:

"The Temple and Oakington are territories lost by our defeat, and we will not be hostile to you for taking possession of them, but you resurrect the dead to fight for your own desires! You have blasphemed them! ”

"You've got something wrong!"

Irel behind Tyrion said coldly:

"Marad Garrison, you've made a mistake... The resurrection of the Necromantic Knights is not mandatory, and if a soul is unwilling to respond to the call, we cannot resurrect it, and all the Draenei Death Knights of the Darkblade Knights exist because even after death, they are unwilling! ”

"They don't want to give up their hometown like this, they don't want to die quietly like this, all the dead have obsessions, it's not that we desecrate their existence, but we respond to their requests! Their request to be born again and fight! ”

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of Iriel's mouth, and she stared at the tall garrison in front of her:

"Guess what, Mr. Marlad, the Draenei, the greatest obsession of our dead brethren?"

"You'll never hear that voice, the sound of the people coming together, every soul shouting for revenge, watching the humiliation and pain of the fall of Shattrath leave them at rest! They're going to fight! They're going to fight back, not run all the way! ”

Irel smiled, and she whispered:

"If you living can't protect all this, then we necromancers don't mind coming by ourselves..."

The garrison who choked on this sentence could not refute it, he clenched his fists, but in the end, he could only take a step back and say no more, Irel did not lie to him, and there was no need to lie to him.

"Alright, guys, don't waste too much time on these pointless things!"

Tyrion spread his hands, attracting everyone's attention, he looked at the prophet Viren, and he whispered:

"Mr. Viren, I have not heard your name since I came into this world, and from those unwilling dead souls, they have recited to me your greatness and kindness, and I have not come here today to declare war on the Draenei, and the only remaining population of you is not worthy of my great fight."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed:

"Teledor and the Draenei of Stormkeep can rest easy, the necromancy and your peace have come, but it is not without price!"

"How do you know about Storm Fortress?"

As soon as Viren recovered from the blow of Iriel, he heard a word from Tyrion's mouth that made his brow furrow, and the Prophet stared at the Death Knight in front of him, the tips of his fingers clenching the staff, and the scorching light pulsed endlessly.

The existence of the Storm Fortress is the top secret of the Draenei, and even among the Draenei community, only a few people know its name and location, the Prophet glanced at Iriel, but quickly rejected his idea.

Irel was born in the village of Amberi in Shadowmoon Valley, and since she died in battle 10 years ago, there's no way she knew about the existence of Stormkeep!

"It doesn't matter where I got this news from."

Tyrion calmly looked at Viren who had entered a state of alert, the old prophet in front of him was like the embodiment of the Holy Light, a huge amount of Holy Light energy gathered in his old body, Tyrion had no doubt that if he completely angered Viren, this pacifist might only need a burst of energy to completely purify his existence.

Prophet Viren is definitely the most powerful mortal Tyrion has ever seen since his birth, and there is no one!

But he was not afraid, he knew very well that in most cases, the mighty prophet was harmless, so under the prophet's skeptical gaze, Tyrion whispered with an unchanged countenance:

"I'm going to make a deal with you, Prophet."

"Use the precious peace of the Delanenies as a bargaining chip!

"I can even guide you to an ideal new world... Believe me, I've already helped those orcs once, and we're both very "happy" with that deal." ”