"Everybody's here."

Ella, a dwarf dressed in a small black and white tuxedo, stood in front of Tyrion a little awkwardly and bowed respectfully:

"Great Lord, everyone is waiting for you."

On the 41st day after being "abducted" to Draenor, the pink-haired little gnome finally had an official identity, and she was appointed as the administrator of the Dark Temple, that is, the "butler" of the Knights of the Dark Blades.

Although it looks very unreliable, and the short stature has no deterrent effect, but this is also something that cannot be helped, the Death Knights are not willing to waste their time on trivial matters, and the new Breakers are obviously not trustworthy, so Ella can only take on this role.

And for this appointment, the gnome initially refused, how could she, an engineer from the civilization of Azeroth, the technological city of Nomorigan, become the butler of the Death Knights?

But her current "guardian" Luminas told him that the Death Knights had studied and decided, and Ella, who had no way to resist at all, could only go to the post in frustration, and the ingenious Miss Luminas also got her a decent costume, in short, the little dwarf who had no sense of existence was now also a member of the Knights of the Dark Blade!

"Yes"

Tyrion stood up from the stone throne, the broken throne had been repaired by the Breakers, and the original scattered rooftop was neatly kept, and it looked much more pleasing to the eye.

He walked to the chamber on the second floor of the temple, and Ella followed him, the dwarf holding a form in her hand, as if she was calculating something.

"Are the Broken still obedient?"

Tyrion suddenly asked, startling Ella, she glanced up at the High Lord of the Death Knight, reached out and patted her chest, and said in a crisp voice:

"I asked Akama to command them, but every task assigned was poorly completed, presumably because they were delirious."

"Low level of completion? So they're lazy? ”

Tyrion's expression didn't change, he waved his finger, and the ghost owl Moontalon quickly emerged from the darkness and landed on Tyrion's shoulder, the Death Knight bowed his head and said something to it, Moontalon quacked twice, and flapped its wings and flew into the darkness.

"I'll execute a tenth of the Shatterers as a warning!"

Tyrion accentuated:

"Ella, you will be the overseer, if their work efficiency has not improved, the next execution will be yours!"

This bloody decision made the dwarf's face turn a little pale, and she stammered:

"Great Lord, maybe... Maybe we don't need to be so cruel, maybe... There may be other solutions, and I'm not questioning you, but... It's somewhat, too..."

"Huh?"

The Death Knight turned his head and looked at the trembling gnome, a glint flashing in his ice-blue eyes:

"I've handed over the command of the Undead Guardians to you, Ella, and if you think my decision is too cruel, you should take care of it before it happens! You are the steward of the broken, and their lives are in your hands! ”

"I gave the Breakers a new life, gave them the power to move in the sun, gave them a job, and they rewarded me with laziness, do you think that's normal? Do you think this should be? Do you think they don't deserve to be punished? ”

The dwarf was speechless by this rhetorical question, and after a moment she lowered her head and said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, my lord, but before... I have no experience in this kind of domination and management, but I still ask you to take back that cruel order, and I will..."

The dwarf raised her head, and there was still fear in her eyes, but out of some insistence on protecting life, she still gritted her teeth and said:

"I promise, I'll take care of it all!"

"Guaranteed?"

Tyrion savored the word, and after a moment, he glanced at the gnome, and the gaze made the cold hairs on the gnome's neck stand upside down, but finally, Tyrion nodded:

"Very well, those crumbs saved their lives, and besides, I'm looking forward to your assurance."

"Bang"

Tyrion no longer paid attention to the gnomes' entanglements, he turned and pushed the door open, and the Death Knights standing on either side bowed down to salute the High Lord, in this hall decorated with hedron lamps, the members of the Knights of the Darkblade had all arrived, and seeing Tyrion walk in, the Death Knights and Blood Mages stood up to greet their leader.

Tyrion nodded to everyone and sat down in the chair at the front, coughing and tapping on the table:

"Report on your results, brothers."

The first to stand up was the Blood Mage Severn, who, after becoming more and more proficient in the instinctive manipulation of Salen, had regained his youthful body at the cost of his increasingly gloomy personality and the blood-colored mist that began to linger around his body, which was the sequelae of excessive blood drawing.

"On your orders, we are heading to Tarador to investigate."

Saiwen stretched out his finger, and in the beating of the blue light, a map composed of magic power floated in front of everyone's eyes, and he pointed to the map and introduced:

"According to the Draenei documents we found in the ruins, this was originally the core area of the Draenei rule, but when the orcs slaughtered the world of Draenor, it was completely destroyed by the war, and the details will not be explained here, the point is, we found two very important pieces of information in Talado!"

Severn paused, stretched out his finger to zoom in on the magic map in front of him:

"In the south of Tallado, there was originally a Draenei race tomb, according to their tradition, all the dead Draenei corpses and souls will be sent to this necropolis, they have been in Draeno for 200 years, so the corpses and souls stored here are very considerable, plus Oakington once had a big explosion that shattered the sky, there are also many corpses left by orcs in the ruins, and most importantly, their souls are still bound there!"

"According to preliminary exploration and estimates, this should be the second stronghold of the Knights of the Darkblade! If we can fully control Oakington, the endless stream of undead coming out of it will be enough to capture at least a third of Draenor for us! Oldm and I have a large necromantic circle ready in the ruins of Oakington, ready to be drafted. ”

Severn's conclusion made Tyrion nod, and he whispered:

"You're doing a good job, and Oakington is bound to fall into our hands, and what?"

"There's also the information about Shattrath City, let Celent explain that, he spent three days in that city."

Severn sat down in his chair, and Severne stood up and continued to explain the information he had gathered to the Knights, and in his consciousness, the Blood Mage had used his magic to create a rough model of the city of Shattrath.

"The Draenei have three large cities, the Temple of Carabo, the City of Shattrath and the City of Oakington, and in my scouting, two-thirds of the City of Shattrath have been destroyed by the Orc Massacre, but the remaining one-third of the cities are still active so far."

"The Broken Ones who have lost their homes, the ogres who have fled from Gorrond, the orc refugees who have fled the war, and finally the Draenei who live in seclusion, are a sizable mix of races in this city, and the defense is not worth mentioning."

Celrent's fingers danced in the air, and he whispered:

"The most important thing is that it is very close to Oakington, and as long as we control Oakington, it won't take a day for the army of the undead to attack Shattrath!"

"No, it's not as easy as you say!"

Ariel, who was attending the Knights' Conference for the first time, retorted:

"I guess you must not have entered the deepest part of Shattrath, Mr. Sellant, 10 years ago, there was a Naru in Shattrath, according to you, since Shattrath City still exists, then it is very likely that Naruadar still exists in Shattrath, and perhaps it is it that shelters these refugees in the war!"

"Naru? That legendary creature of the Holy Light? ”

Celent frowned, and he looked at Iriel:

"It's true that I didn't enter the inner layer of Shattrath, and speaking of which, when I was active in that city, I did feel an energy similar to the Holy Light..."

"Okay, Shattrath's question will be talked about later, if we need troops, Oakington and Aranka Peak Forest may be more suitable for our invasion, I am satisfied with the information you have brought, and then talk about the orcs."

Tyrion interrupted his discussion, turning his gaze to Glokush, who was sitting to his left, and said to the silent orc Death Knight:

"This time, I want you to join the orcs on an expedition to help them obtain the Book of Medivan and the Eye of Dalaran."

Glokush didn't object, he just nodded coldly:

"Good!"

"Those Death Knights who have surrendered to Cheng are the subordinates of the Blood Demon, and they will also go with you this time."

A hint of coldness flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he said:

"Your task is not to protect them, but to choose, the Knights of the Dark Blade don't want to be wasted, only those who survive the battle are qualified to continue to exist, so it doesn't matter if the whole army is wiped out."

The orc nodded, and Tyrion looked at Irel again, who hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Iriel, this time you follow Neozu to Karazhan, this is your first battle, so no matter what the outcome is, you must protect yourself, and if you have the opportunity, send me a "gift" to the mages of Karazan..."

"Tell them that the things of the Darkblade Knight are not so easy to hold!"

"Yes!"

Iriel stood up and responded loudly to Tyrion's order, and the High Lord nodded, and he stood up, propped his hands on the table, and said to everyone:

"The orcs are pouring out, this is a good opportunity for us to develop our strength, in addition to Glokush and Iriel, the next thing we need to do is to form the first undead legion of the Knights of the Darkblade before the orc soldiers return to Draenor!"

"Are we going to war with the orcs?"

Luminas lay on the table with a boneless look, she looked at Tyrion curiously, the red light in her eyes beating violently, "Can we finally kill the orcs?" ”

"Don't be so explicit, Lumy, it's a bad habit to always tell the truth."

Tyrion gave a stiff smile:

"The cooperation with the orcs is coming to an end, and there are always some small changes in our relationship with them... I'd love to be friends with the orcs, but it's a shame that the world of Draeenor is too small for so many forces to coexist. ”

"Alright, guys, go get ready! It's going to be busy. ”

Tyrion ended the meeting, and the Death Knights left the hall in twos and threes, leaving only Tyrion and Glokush.

"Is there really no hope for Draenor?"

Glokush asked in a low voice, "It's clear that the elemental has begun to recover. ”

"Oh, Black Hand, it looks like you still have feelings for your world."

Tyrion whispered, and Glokush shook his head:

"I can't talk about feelings, I just saw the world I was born and grew up in, and I feel a little nostalgic... Speaking of which, you're going to kill the orcs? Didn't you promise Neozu that they would find a new world? ”

"New World?"

Tyrion let out a low chuckle, "Hehe, haven't I already given them to them?" ”

This sentence made Glokush pause for a moment, and then he heard Tyrion say:

"If the orcs still have a shy modicum of intelligence, they will take their last chance, Azeroth, that is the only new world they can find! It is true that there are countless portals sealed in the Scepter of Sargeras, but none of them can give hope to the orcs, and those worlds that have been overrun by demons are only pervasive despair. ”

"So, you deceived Naozu?"

A hint of gloom flashed in Glokush's gray eyes:

"Everything he did, everything he did to save the world, didn't make sense at all, right?"

"How can you say that it doesn't make sense?"

Tyrion leaned back in his chair, fingers interlaced:

"If you can't transfer the orc warriors out of this world in a reasonable way, it will be difficult for the Necromantic Legion to develop, your traditions make you hate death, I just think about it from our point of view, and then make the best choice... Also, I can assure you that Grockush, your compatriots will live well in Azeroth, a hundred times better than staying in Draeno and waiting to die! ”

"Azeroth is a world with secrets, and I can't tell you what that secret is, but I can say for sure that it's the last place of hope for orcs, not just orcs... Also, after all this is over, I will not exterminate the remnants of this world's old and weak orcs, if they do not rebel against me! ”

Tyrion stared into Glokush's eyes:

"This is my promise to you!"

"Yes"

Glokush nodded, and did not speak again, and before he left, Tyrion suddenly remembered something, and he walked up to the Black Hand and whispered to him:

"The nobleman of Alterac, Presto, if you meet him on this trip, don't resist him, do what he asks, that nobleman has a huge force behind him, don't provoke him, it's a very dangerous guy!"

"Okay, I got it."