Tyrion walked into the hall protected by the orcs, and he came alone, wearing no armor, only a well-cut black hunting suit, as if attending a grand banquet, looking less like a death knight, but like some well-mannered and cold enough elven nobleman.

At his feet was the Hellfire Fortress, not far from the Dark Gate, a massive fortress complex that had been built by Chief Blackhan before his expedition to Azeroth, destroying the entire Tanaan Jungle, and stretching across the middle of the Hellfire Peninsula like a steel beast towering over the earth.

"Congratulations! Great Chief of Naozu. ”

As Tyrion stepped into the hall, he saw Neozu sitting in a chair, and the three things on the table in front of him.

Heavy spellbooks, sparkling gemstones, and a swarthy demonic scepter with eerie wing ornaments and eyeball gems.

A smile tugged at the corner of Tyrion's mouth, and he spread his arms and said to the Great Chief, who was looking at him:

"You already hold the orcs and the destined future of this world in your hands!"

"Without your knights to show us the way, we would have struggled to find them, my friend Tyrion."

Nao Zu smiled, but the next moment, his expression became gloomy:

"But I have a small question, about the future you showed me... I have a trivial question. ”

His finger was on the black demonic scepter, and he looked at the Death Knight in front of him and asked softly:

"When I came into contact with the staff, I felt the gaze from the depths of the stars, a powerful, familiar, disgusting feeling, like the "benefactor" who once tempted my people into darkness, the Great Demon, Kilgardan... Apparently, it has touched the staff, and even though the staff, as you said, has portals to hundreds of worlds engraved in it, I still want to ask, what does this staff have to do with demons? ”

"Once I use it to open the portal, what kind of world will I reach?"

Naozu's eyes narrowed:

"Last question, are you here for a showdown? Tyrion..."

Three questions made the smile on the Death Knight's face disappear, and he coughed lightly and said:

"It seems that the Great Chief can become the greatest shaman, not just by luck, you have wisdom that many people don't have, well, this scepter belongs to the Dark Titan Sargeras, it has used it to enter Azeroth, and the hundreds of portals inscribed in the staff lead to those lonely worlds, those worlds that have been overrun by demons."

"As long as you use it, it will be discovered by Sargeras or Kilgardan, and the location of this world will be exposed to the eyes of demons, and in just a few moments, tens of thousands of demons will pass through the gate of the world, arrive at Draenor, and destroy everything here, along with this world!"

"By the way, you may not be familiar with the name Sargeras, the Dark Titan has another identity, the leader of the Burning Legion... Kilgardan, who once tempted you, is one of the most powerful archdemons under its command, an evil artifact that can only bring endless despair and death. ”

"Bang"

Neozu could no longer hold back his anger, even though he had guessed it all before, but when Tyrion revealed the truth, the Great Chief still felt a sense of shame and anger at being fooled.

"What a new world! What hope! What a tinder! What a future! ... You're lying to me! You disgusting liar! ”

"Liar?"

The Death Knight looked up at the angry Neozu, and he muttered:

"Please don't insult my honor... I've given you a new world, haven't you just come back from there? ”

"You're talking about... Azeroth! ”

"That's right, there it is! Without the Skull of Gul'dan that I gave you, would you be able to reopen the gates of darkness? ”

Tyrion flicked his fingers, and a glint flashed in his ice-blue eyes:

"Great Chief Naozu, I have done everything I promised! You see, I thought our cooperation would make each other happy, you got hope and I got time. ”

Tyrion's eyes blinked:

"I didn't lie to you from beginning to end, the demons won't let this world go, and I'll stay here and wait for them, give them a head-on blow, no need to thank me."

He took out a pocket watch from the pocket of his black hunting suit, looked at the time, and said to Naozu:

"Time is of the essence, if you lay down your weapons now, maybe we can still drink wine together in the Dark Temple, and forget the promised future, the moment the Draenei ship lands, this world is already in the future."

"Shameless!"

The Great Chief stood up, and the orc warriors around him stepped forward in unison, the weapons in their hands pointed at Tyrion, trapping him in place, the Death Knight didn't care about these weapons that could be pierced into his body at any time, he just looked left and right, and then said to Neozu:

"The chiefs of the other clans haven't returned, you see, big chiefs, they're smarter than you, they know what to do right... If you guessed the ending, why did you go back to the net? ”

"Because I'm coming back and tearing to shreds the fools who dare to deceive the tribe!"

Nao Zu held the staff of the Thousand Souls and stepped forward, he said viciously, "Because no one can be safe and sound after deceiving the tribe!" ”

"Ugh..."

The Death Knight didn't need to breathe, but at this time Tyrion sighed to express his regret, his left hand flicked, and the magic sword Apocalypse placed in the storage ring fell into his hand, and the moment he grasped the weapon, the howl of the devil and wolf resounded around Tyrion, followed by a rapidly expanding death storm.

"Huh"

A pair of pitch-black wings of energy spread out behind Tyrion, and he looked up, and in the cold frost that swirled around him, he whispered to Neozu:

"I'm sorry, I gave you a chance."

"Bang"

A loud bang caught everyone's attention at this moment, and even the Great Chief Neozu turned his gaze behind Tyrion, and in the distance, where the Dark Gate stood, the dark green energy vortex that filled the giant stone pillar was like an extinguished fire, rapidly shrinking, finally gathering into dark green points of light, and then completely dissipating.

It's the same as the scene it was turned on.

The Dark Portal... Shut down, without the orders of the Great Chief, shut down!

"Sarufar! Traitor! ”

Neozu's eyes widened, and he looked sharply at Tyrion, and he said word by word:

"Sarufar is also one of yours?"

"Maybe he'll be a member of the Knights of the Darkblade in the future, really."

Tyrion's wrist turned, and with a hint of regret, he whispered:

"But now it seems that this exchange is not a loss, the orcs will continue to live in another world, Azeroth has enough places for them to live, and the tribe will keep the last trace of fire as you wish, you see, I did what I promised you, I didn't deceive you, now... Hold your hands tied, Grand Chief! ”

"Let you and I maintain the last dignity, not to face each other with swords, but in fact, whether you want to or not, your world has already belonged to me!"

"Boom"

The next moment, dazzling thunder and cold storms exploded in the top hall of the Hellfire Fortress, and the flying energy lifted the top floor of the solid fortress, like fireworks shooting into the sky, representing another burst of gunsmoke on this shattered earth.

"Oh, the negotiations broke down ... It's a pity. ”

Far away from the junction of Tarado and the Hellfire Peninsula, on the high barren hillside, Celent rubbed his eyes, and he clearly saw the roof of the Hellfire Fortress being lifted off, which meant that his own boss had entered the battlefield.

"Come on, then"

Celent bent down, picked up a black flag from his feet, and shook it in the air, the black banner hunted in the wind, and the moment the black Broken Blade flag fluttered, at the entrance to the passage below the hillside, Iriel, who was riding on the armored war horse at midnight, clicked and fastened the black heavy helmet to his head.

In the passage behind her, the dense necromancers also became agitated.

Unlike the disgusting members of the traditional necromantic legion with broken arms and legs, torn stomachs, and dragging their intestines, Oakington was destroyed in the explosion more than a decade ago, but it was a sacred place for the Draenei to store their corpses for 200 years, and the corpses awakened there were intact and most of them had their own armor.

The corpses awakened through the large psychic circle keep their souls, and the long slumber has filled their bodies with death energy, but their minds are still a little confused, which causes their formation to be crooked, and in this position, in addition to the tall draenei, there are many orcs... Awakened orcs.

There's more to Tarador than just a Draenei cemetery.

Thousands of necrons piled up the road from Talador to the Hellfire Peninsula, so many of the dead gathered together, the death energy in their bodies resonated, but all the paths they traveled were wrapped in heavy ice, and everywhere they went, the weeds and thorns that could grow in the most terrible desolation were frozen.

Irel took the reins of her horse and was the first to burst out of position, followed by the Draenei knights riding awakened thunder elephants, the sound of death running across the earth and nothing else.

This is a silent army ...

And where they have run, they gather and tumble death energy to go deep into the ground, and there is no need for cumbersome summoning, no need to bless the soul, just the hook and awakening of the death instinct.

The bones of those who died in the war, the souls of the dead buried under the dust, trampled by others, they stretched out their bony palms, they tore open the ground above their heads, and they were infused with enough energy to sustain their activities, although they had long lost their souls, but at the call of death, they stepped into the battlefield again.

There are more and more of them, and they are following behind the galloping death knights, chaotic, crazy, and irrational, and can only rely on the little desire left in the broken body... The hatred of the living, the desire for destruction.

Led by their more powerful compatriots, they charged without hesitation... until everything is submerged.

That's what it is... This is the Knights of Tyrion's dreams, although it is still very weak and very rudimentary, but it doesn't matter, time is on their side, they will always grow.

"Bell" "Bell"

The shrill sound of alarm bells rang wildly in the outskirts of the Hellfire Fortress, but before reinforcements could arrive, the first orc flew upside down in the hammer that Ariel swung, and he fell to the ground, where he was crushed by the massive Thunder Knights who followed.

The twisted corpse lay pitifully in the flattened camp, and at the moment of death, he couldn't swing the sword that fought back, and the most terrifying thing was that after the death knights charged, the soulless body also staggered up from the ground in the call of death energy.

He looked around blankly, his half-crushed head still stained with disgusting blood and broken bones, but the next moment, he dragged his weapon and joined the faltering army of necromancers.

"Bang"

With the magic sword in both hands, Tyrion dodged the lava flames that shot from the front, and he charged forward, and in a staggered step, the sharp blade grazed the roaring earth elemental, and three staggered red rays of light flashed away, and the solid earth elemental body was torn apart as the death knight's body approached Neozu.

"The power of the elements!"

Seeing Tyrion rushing straight at him, Neozu didn't dodge or dodge, he spread his hands out, and the moment Tyrion's blade slashed down, his hands clenched into fists.

"Right next to you!"

"Bang" "Bang"

The solid ground under the two of them cracked, and the tangled dirt formed a bottom-up fist, one left and one right, grabbed the Death Knight's feet, causing his attack to stop in place, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Naozu's mouth, and the fists wrapped around the spinning earth shield, like a burst of steel cannonballs, and smashed into Tyrion's chest.

"Smack"

The grip of the earth under the corner of his mouth shattered, and the body of the Death Knight flipped twice in the air and landed firmly on the ground, the dark wings behind him bulging, and he raised his head and reached out to wipe the wound on his face that had been scratched by the wind.

With the shaking of Tyrell's fingers, the orc guards who had been killed before also rose from the ground one by one, stiffened, held their weapons, and surrounded the Great Shaman in the center of the platform under the orders of the Death Knight.

"You're not fighting me, Naozu."

"You're fighting against all the dead creatures of this world, you're fighting against your own civilization... Look, I can last a long time..."

Tyrion reached out and clasped it on the shoulder of an orc necromancer beside him, extracting the death energy from the awakened undead's body, and as the necro fell to the ground again, the wounds on his body were healing rapidly.

Tyrion moved his wrist with ease, and once again raised the magic sword, his fingers brushing the sharp blade, and in the ice-blue dots of light where the runes were ignited, he saw the great shaman's increasingly ugly face.

"Hope for the present can lead to dissatisfaction, and hope for the future can be a burden... Give up meaningless hope! My friend. ”

"Second round, begin!"