The world of Draenor, after the undead truly took over the world, was renamed the Outlands.

No one was unhappy with the new name of the world, especially when Tyrion himself announced the news, and the members of the Death Lords' Council approved of it, but for now, the Outlands were quiet.

The Dark Temple hovers lonely over the Shadow Moon Sea, and there are High Knights patrolling the entire palace, but it's hard to see a Death Lord again, as they all fall into a "deep sleep".

After drinking a large amount of the blood of the dragon king, this blood rich in a huge amount of life force brought extreme pain to the death lords, but it was also changing their physique little by little, in a state of sobriety, this was a very difficult process, so the lords all lay down in the specially prepared rune sarcophagus, planning to survive this difficult time in a state of soul silence.

Sleeping with them, there are also 2,000 high-level knights who have also been transformed by dragon blood, all of them are carefully selected real elites, and when they wake up, the strength of the Darkblade Knights will inevitably rise to a higher level.

But on the upper floors of the temple, in the living quarters, the lonely city is very vibrant, where great feasts are often held, undead musicians play soothing music, and the ghosts of the human nobility who have relocated from Karazan dance in the hall dotted with hedron lamps, and these "guests" of Tyrion are very happy with their new home, especially the grandeur and majesty of the Dark Temple, which greatly satisfies the vanity of these ghosts.

"Oh, little princess Dornan."

Lorwin, the Earl of Necromancer, politely greeted little Dornan who walked into the banquet hall, while Dornan, who was wearing a delicate black floral dress, smiled shyly, the adopted little princess had been living in this palace for 2 months, she had become accustomed to the presence of the undead, and began to try to contact them.

"Mr. Lorwin, are you still used to life in the Dark Temple?"

Dornan sat at the dining table, waiting for Chef Undead to serve his dinner, and asked:

"Father and mother are busy, so you can come to me directly if you need anything."

The 8-year-old little Draenei girl has experienced more tragedies than her peers, so she appears more mature than a normal child, and in response to her inquiry, Mr. Lorwin, who had just been given the title of earl by Tyrion, shrugged his shoulders and whispered:

"Who could not be satisfied with a floating palace like no other, a whole new world for us to play, and at the service of the noble King and Queen of the Outlands, with guards ready to protect us, and truly worthy of nobility."

"Her Majesty the Queen, in particular, invited me to be appointed steward of the Temple, which made me, an incompetent person, rediscover the meaning of life... Death isn't really that bad. ”

The polite human aristocratic ghost watched the little princess eat a piece of meat steak in a slightly rude manner, his brow furrowed, he stood up, came behind Dornan, stretched out his hands, helped Dornan correct his eating posture, and at the same time said in the little princess's ear:

"I have to say, Miss Dornan, your etiquette is terrible, as the daughter of the king and queen of the Outlands, you should be elegant and noble at all times, it is a necessary act to maintain your status... It seems that in addition to the daily lessons on natural science, elemental magic, and shamanic teachings, I will have to add an extra etiquette lesson for you. ”

As a result, the good mood of the little princess of the Darkblade Knights disappeared completely... Like other children, she hated studying.

And while the daughter of the King of the Outlands was overwhelmed by the tedious aristocratic rituals, on the roof of the temple, Tyrion was half-asleep, listening to a report from Nassa.

This open-air rooftop has just been renovated and is presided over by the ghost nobles who have just moved in, and now the large rooftop has added 13 magnificent columns, and the entire floor has been carefully organized, even the dilapidated throne where Tyrion often sits, has been carefully decorated by the aristocratic ghosts who are rich in "artistic cells".

They presented a large throne as a gift to the King of the Outlands, a black iron throne with 7 black swords inserted on the periphery, symbolizing the seven lords of the Outlands, two treated demon skulls in the armrests, symbolizing the victory of the Outland King over the demons, and behind the throne was the giant skull of the Great Demon Kazak, which was repaired in extraordinary solemnity.

And now, Tyrion is sitting on the new throne, and the blood of the dragon king is also transforming his body, but as a Celein, he suffers much less than the Death Lord, so the affairs of the Dark Temple are still handled by him and Aurelia, but since Her Majesty the Queen has spent part of his mind on teaching little Dornan, Tyrion has been very busy lately.

"Kordana has lurked in the Hills of Brad, and under your orders, she will be responsible for observing any life that comes into contact with Thrall, and facilitating a meeting between Thrall and the Frostwolf Clan at a critical moment."

Nasa is wearing a black dress and holding 3 communication crystals in her hand, and at a distance between the two worlds, a lot of information cannot be transmitted instantly, especially after the "nominally" closure of the Dark Gate, the frequency of contact between the Knights of the Dark Blade and the "pawns" in Azeroth has also decreased a lot.

Nasa looked at the King of the Outlands, who had her eyes slightly closed and silent, she hesitated for a moment, and asked softly:

"The new Blood Warden is being trained, and Kordana is an experienced senior, to be honest, I don't quite understand why you would want her to stay in Azeroth, it would be more useful for us for her to return to the Outlands."

"Because of Thrall, I have to keep an eye on him."

Tyrion closed his eyes, as if asleep, his mouth did not move, but a hollow voice came out:

"Although history has changed, that young orc will inevitably become a force to be reckoned with in the orc clan in the future, our friend Naozu has saved a hand for the orcs, Kalimdor has probably entered their field of vision, and along their way to Kalimdor, our eyes will also reach that wild land"

"Nasa, take a long-term view... After all, the Eastern Continent is only a quarter of Azeroth's territory. ”

"Well, you won't tell you all about your plans anyway, so I won't ask."

Nassa snorted disapprovingly, and Tyrion's voice became a little muffled:

"I won't tell you to protect you, Nassa, knowing too much will not do you any good, so go on."

The Blood Warden crushed the first crystal, then picked up the second, and she soaked the spirit into the crystal in her hand, and after a moment, she said:

"The token you gave to the Black Dragon Princess Onexia has returned to Chaldea. In Morgan's hands, the two of them have already hooked up, the black dragon princess disguised as the daughter of Count Presto, and entered the noble circle of the Stormwind Kingdom in a grand manner, which is said to be very popular, and our Chaldean Monsieur has taken Salatas for himself as we wish, and it seems that the dark whispers have begun to corrode his heart. ”

"Very well, let's wait and see how things turn out."

Tyrion opened his eyes, and the ice blue light danced, "I'm looking forward to what kind of storm Onexia and Chaldea can make in the Stormwind Kingdom... But at the moment, that city is not the point, is there news from Wolfe? ”

Nassa nodded, crushed the second crystal, held the third in her palm, and after a moment, she said:

"Wolf has arrived in the Silver Pine Forest, and he's ready to sneak into Gilneth at any time."

"Let him do it, now that the internal rift in the alliance has begun to widen, what we have to do is to add another fire, let the members lurking in Azeroth keep a low profile, continue their disguise before accepting the order, at this critical time, the emergence of a strong enemy can only unite the alliance again, which I don't want to see..."

Tyrion waved his hand and said:

"I'm going to focus on digesting the power of the Dragonlord's blood, so Azeroth's affairs will be handled by Aurelia, and you, as her deputy, are destined to be very busy in the future, but Nasa... Busyness and hard work will pay off, and in the new system we have built, you will achieve things that you could not achieve in the past, and I can promise you that one day in the future, Ms. Mawi will willingly accept you and become your plaything. ”

Nasa didn't answer, she didn't even show excitement, she just nodded indifferently, this reaction made Tyrion frown, but he didn't say anything, just handed Nasa a letter in hand:

"Send it to Ironforge, Explorers' Guild, and give it to Brian. Mr. Copperbeard, I'm sure, he's going to be interested in that, and besides, what has Khadgar been up to lately? ”

The Great Lich was studying the "seed", and he was so interested in it that he almost forgot to sleep or eat. ”

Nasa lowered her voice:

"But I can sense that the Great Lich may be plotting something behind his back, do I need to keep an eye on him?"

"No!"

Tyrion closed his eyes again, and a thick layer of ice slowly stretched from beneath his feet, exuding a terrifying chill that quickly engulfed the body of the King of the Outlands.

"Khadgar wouldn't be so stupid... Go do your thing, Nassa, and be my shadow in Azeroth..."

The Blood Warden looked at the self-frozen Tyrion in front of her, her eyes blinked, and after a moment, she took a few steps back and disappeared into the shadows, and just as she stepped into the lower level of the Dark Temple, Nasa whispered to the Great Lich of Gorond in the distance in the Psychic Link:

"He hasn't suspected it yet, but you'd better keep a low profile."

A moment later, the cold voice of the Great Lich came back:

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Nassa... I know. ”

The link was broken, and the great lich who was observing some kind of plant in a forest straightened up, his fingers darting back and forth on the staff of the Guardian, and finally, he pursed his lips, turned around, and looked at the dark figure behind him, a glint flashed in the lich's silver eyes, and he said to himself:

"Werewolf... It was a vicious ploy, but Tyrion ignored the majesty of the king's power, and there was no doubt that he would fail. But why sit back and watch failure? Perhaps, I should give him a hand. ”

"Then, Mr. Al, send me a letter."

Hearing this, the dark figure standing behind Khadgar nodded slowly, this is a human, wearing sturdy black armor, carrying a rune heavy sword, he is wearing a full-covered bull horn battle helmet, looking very majestic.

His name is... Joe. Al, the former captain of the Northshire Monastery Knights of the Stormwind Kingdom, is a true veteran and skilled paladin.

Not long ago, he died at the hands of Nassar the Warden, in a conspiracy planned by Tyrion, the body of the dead paladin should have been sent to Oakington for study, but now, he appeared on Khadgar's side as a death knight, apparently, the Great Lich has researched a way to corrupt the Paladin, but he has not shared it, and there has been some secret deal between our Nassa Lady and the Great Lich.

Undoubtedly, this was done in secret from Tyrion.

On the slopes of the Yongmao Glade, the Great Lich manipulated his magic and quickly wrote a special letter and handed it to Joe. Al, the silent Death Knight put the letter in his pocket and turned to leave the lush forest, while Khadgar stood alone on the hillside covered with wild weeds, looking at the pool below.

In that large pool, there was a floating battleship of the Draenei, and the surface of the battleship was now bound by vines extending from the water, and the pool water and vines were also slowly floating according to a special melody, as if they had a life of their own.

The remnants of the oldest primordial life from Draenor are slowly reviving in that ship, this is the greatest secret of the Knights of the Dark Blade, Khadgar closed his eyes and felt the melody of life in the air, in his abdomen, there was a scorching energy that had been suppressed, he reached out and touched his belly, and after a few seconds, the Great Lich shook his head.

"The blood of the dragon king is really not so easy to suppress, it seems that it is time for me to go into hibernation."

"Hopefully, when I wake up, the world will be different... It's time for it to be different. ”