"The Tomb of Sargeras has surfaced!"

In the dim darkness of Broken Beach, Darkblade Agents of the Intelligence Bureau were lurking on the high ground of the beach, using their superior eyesight to observe the green dots of light below, and Level 8 Agent Marais looked around vigilantly while reporting what he saw to the recorders around him.

The voice of this young lady is like the buzzing of a small insect in the night, and it sounds like a special rhythm:

"Twenty-four Legion portals are in full swing transporting demonic armies into Azeroth... They've also made a wide range of energy concealment enchantments, and these idiots have learned a little smarter. ”

"But that's what they are... Before they realize it, they've stepped into an elaborate trap... Demons are stupid! ”

After spitting out, Miss Marais blinked and said to the recorder beside her:

"Just report to the rear, there's nothing to see here, there are currently two high-level demon lords in command of the demon legion, one is biased towards spells, and the other is biased towards melee combat, both of which are Erida."

"The number of demons is increasing exponentially, and in about 10 minutes they will be all over Broken Beach, and based on the current scale of demon activity, they will likely expand rapidly at that node, or use this as a forward base to build some energy attack facilities or something."

The recorder is also a Bloodline, but not Sarein, but a hooded human vampire, these Dark Phantoms who have inherited the weakened Salein bloodline, are currently the main source of agents for the Darkblade Intelligence Agency, and their affinity for the Shadows ensures that they can become very good agents with only a little training.

However, just as the recorder picked up the Episis crystal for communication, Marais suddenly pressed her finger, and the previously careless agent of Salein, who had become quite focused at this moment, was like a hunter who had discovered his prey.

"Record! Important battle report! ”

"In the direction of Sargeras's Tomb, there are portal fluctuations, which are... The second group of landed demon armies, and they look very elite... Wait, there are three high-ranking lords among them, and one of them seems to be a big man..."

As Marais observed, she saw a dark green portal open at the entrance to the Tomb of Sargeras, and an elite army of tall, heavily armed evil lords emerged from the portal, guarded by a demon taller than the other Eredar demon lords.

After its appearance, the Demon Lord who had been guarding the entrance to the Tomb of Sargeras seemed to have something to say to it, and in just a few minutes, they quickly unlocked the barrier of the Tomb of Sargeras, and then entered it with a large group of demons.

This action caused Agent Marais's pretty red eyes to narrow, and she thought for a few seconds, then picked up the communication crystal in the recorder's hand and turned it to a special frequency:

"Sir, this is the "Robin" outpost, I have important information to report, the four demon lords who served as this large-scale legion invasion just entered the tomb of Sargeras, it is obvious that there is something in that cemetery they need, and it is likely that this is the purpose of their visit, since the tomb of Sargeras no longer has a complete guardian enchantment, so whatever they need, they can get it quickly..."

"I recommend... The hunt is in advance, and it's best to start now! ”

—————————————————

"Great Lord, this is the latest battle report! It's urgent! ”

In the wilderness of the Dead Realm, in front of the newly built forward fortress, four heavily armed warbands were ready, and although in this world, the necromancers had gained the senses of life, the impression that the long training and the Darkblade Legion had created in their souls made these soldiers who once again felt the touch of breath still maintain the most perfect warrior posture.

And the captains of the four warbands were also carrying out the final inspection before the start of the war, and in a busy, slaughtered wilderness, Tyrion also put on all the armor for a long time, the heavy weight of the armor like the dark dragon weighed on his body, but for the great lord of the dead realm, this weight was like a feather.

Hearing the Shadow's report, Tyrion reached out and took the battle report, he took it in his hand, and after only one glance, the Great Lord's gaze narrowed:

"The demon is there to get something from the tomb of Sargeras? Let me think about it, two of the most valuable things in that cemetery were acquired by us a long time ago... Oh, I see! ”

The High Lord recalled the scene when they hunted down Gul'dan a few years ago, when he went deep into the deepest part of the tomb, he had seen a secret place buried in the ground near the center of the earth, and he did not go down to investigate, but the smell of evil power was still fresh in his memory, and whatever was down there, it should be something closely related to the Legion.

"How could it be taken by them..."

The Great Lord moved his neck, in this living world, his bones collided with each other, the bones made a clicking sound, he nodded to the shadow, and the next moment, some authority of the Dead Realm was mobilized by him, and the deep voice of the Great Lord sounded in the hearts of every soldier of the Dark Blade Legion at this moment.

"The soldiers standing here... You are the best soldiers of the entire Darkblade Legion! Each and every one of you has been through countless battles..."

"I promised to give the Darkblade Legion a home, and now that you see it, you stand on the place where the Darkblade will be, and one day each and every one of you will find a new life in this place, the life you desire... This is my promise to you, and I have fulfilled it! ”

Tyrion's voice became muffled at this moment:

"But, not today!"

"I don't want to play any tricks on the selection of dependents, and I don't want to squeeze the last of your strength! But brothers, at this time, just outside, the demons have landed in this world, and they think that we have not noticed their little movements, they think that the world is afraid of their power, yes, they are acting recklessly! ”

"Most of you are from Draenor, you died in the chaos of recent decades, orcs and draenei, the blood feud between the two races, what caused your death, I believe you know better than me... And what I'm trying to say is..."

There was a brief pause for Tyrion, and after a few seconds, his voice sounded again, no longer with the cold silence of the Necromancer, but with emotions like a living person, like a raging fire:

"That's why I'm here with you!"

"The battle that belongs to us, the battle that belongs to the dead is not over yet!"

"At least me, me and the demons outside, there are still some accounts that have not been settled!"

Tyrion's fingers waved a few times in the air, and a dark rift between the realm of death and the outside world slowly opened at this moment, like a dark vortex, Tyrion stood in front of the passage, his fingers jumped, and the Ash Messenger appeared in the palm of his hand, he carried his sword, stood in front of the four warbands of Darkblade soldiers, he asked in a loud voice:

"Is there anyone who doesn't want to go with me to collect debts? Give you 10 seconds to leave..."

Behind him, there was silence.

Luminas in full armor armed with the restored holy sword Quirserra.

Sarufar riding on a restless warhorse and armed with a black battle axe.

Carrying a war bow and standing in front of the artillery unit like an icy sculpture.

Finally, there is Myra, dressed in a fiery red robe and holding an ice scepter, with a calm complexion.

The four Death Lords followed their leaders closely, and behind the Lords, all the soldiers were armed with weapons, and although they had regained their senses, their expressions were still as cold and fearless as those of the Necromancer, and their hearts had already been tempered like steel in the endless flames of war.

Ten seconds passed in a flash, and no one moved, not even a sound.

"Good..."

Tyrion reached out and wiped it on his forehead, and a dark, deadly crown appeared above his head, and the black energy solidified like a black crown of thorns like a battle helmet.

It's not like he's reclaiming the title of King of the Blades, it's just a medium for the power of the Dead Realm... As long as it is within the scope of Tyrion's will, all souls killed in battle will return to the wilderness of the Dead Realm, which is the ability of the Lord of Souls, the authority of the Administrator of the Dead Realm, and the new hole card of the Dark Blade Legion.

From now on, in the world of Azeroth, you want to fight a numerical war with the Darkblade Legion?

No one can win!

Even if it's a demon...

"So, tonight... Now that they're here, don't even think about leaving..."

Tyrion took a step forward, his figure engulfed by the glowing dark curtain of light, and at this moment, his voice also sounded in two worlds, it was a cold, low, thunderous voice:

"The Darkblade Legion... Come with me..."

"Join the hunt!"

—————————————————

"Whoa, whoa"

The sound of the tide surging in the middle of the night on the shoreline of Broken Beach is like an annoying piece of music that cannot be stopped.

Harvey the "Tyrant" stood at the coast post not far from the tomb of Sargeras with several of his own evil lord guards, and the female Commander Ereda who had shown her ruthless side in countless wars was very quiet at this moment.

There was a quiet aura that did not belong to the demon that shrouded her body, which made the demon non-commissioned officers who had followed Haveri for more than ten years somewhat incomprehensible, but Haveri did have something on his mind.

Azeroth, this was unlike any other world she'd ever experienced, for there was a figure she desperately wanted to kill... Prophet of the Draenei, Viren!

More than 200 years ago, Haveri was a garrison who believed in the Light, and her followers, the prophet Viren, left their homeland and went into exile among the stars, and their lives were very difficult, they hid in the starships protected by Naru, hiding in the stars like rats, and every few years, there were suicides of compatriots who could not bear the despair of the future, but even at that time, Haveri did not lose his faith in the Light.

After falling into the world of Draenor, Haveri was also a little dazed, especially under the leadership of Viren, after the Draenei people lived in that world for nearly 200 years, she once thought that Draenor was the future hometown of the people, but unfortunately, when Haveli was full of childish hopes for the future, the orcs who were bewitched by demons... A war was unleashed.

Once, in Northrend, the Grand Garrison Marrad told Thrall the story of the Draenei city of Tymor being breached by the orcs, and that story was also the story of Haveri... Haveli will never forget the hellish 3 years she spent after the destruction of Tymore, she was captured by the orcs and lived as a slave for 3 whole years...

It was hell, and Haveli eventually crawled out of it, joining the Burning Legion and becoming the destroyer she hated the most, and the source of all this change was because of Viren's cowardice! Because of the impotence of the prophets!

Like Iriel, who was resurrected by Tyrion, Haveli learns from hell the root of all that the Draenei have suffered in Draenor.

She wanted to kill the Prophet... Kill with your own hands, or be killed by the prophets, to end your life of suffering.

"Maybe..."

Harvey, the "tyrant" wearing the Burning Legion's Destroyer helmet, muttered to himself, "Here, that's the end of the story..."

"Chief! Look at the seaside! ”

And just then, the cry of an evil lord woke Harvery, and the tyrant turned his head to look at a deep sea of no light, and before she knew it, the sea in front of her was suddenly covered with a strange mist, a thick mist, and between that mist, even with Harvery's excellent vision, she could only see a tumbling sea of darkness...

Wait, above that tumbling tide... There is someone!

A man with a sword!

He... Who is it?

As a man, approaching the demon's position in the dark night, is he looking for death?

The tyrant's eyes narrowed, and through the strange mist, she saw the man above the tide, and he began to run, on the surface of the sea, like a charging warrior, but... No matter how strong you are, there is only one person.

Harvey shook, she stretched out her finger, and a magic cannon slowly raised, but in the next moment, the sound of the rolling tide suddenly closed, and a murderous aura made Harvery's raised fingers shake a little, and the tyrant turned back again, this time, she saw...

The sea that flooded the entire sea, and even the rolling tide was flattened in an instant... Legion of Silence!

Haveli hadn't seen the banner that fluttered over the Sea of Darkness, but she had heard of Akmund's death, and she had heard of Kazak's crushing defeat at Draenor, and she had heard of it.

Black Broken Blade...

"A strong enemy is coming!!"

https:

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is:. Nine Heavenly God Emperor mobile version reading website: