The arrival of the Alliance Expeditionary Force waryed Tyrion, but only vigilant, and they were at best the most insignificant of all the troubles faced by the Knights of the Darkblade.

5,500 people sounds like a lot, but once the sea of the dead sleeping in the Hellfire Fortress is awakened, it is only a matter of two charges to destroy them.

The living will never be able to fight a war of attrition with the dead, and as long as the Lords of Death, Luminas, of the Hellfire Citadel, do not expect to break through the undead's position even if they are the last man.

After more than a year of development, the biggest trouble now facing Tyrion comes from the second stronghold of the Knights of the Darkblade besides the Dark Temple, far away in Orangeton, the necropolis of Talado.

"Whew"

In the darkness of Tarador, the Necromantic Dragon Deathknell appeared in the sky above Oakington, flying through the air, bringing a faint storm with it, and soon, a few weeks after the sentence was pronounced, it landed on the ancient platform of Oakington with the High Lord in tow.

Tyrion jumped from the necromantic dragon, he stood on the platform and looked down on the entire Great Catacomb, the area of the eye alone was no smaller than the Dark Temple, in fact, decades ago, it was the burial place of the Draenei, and the Draenei exiles who believed in the Light would send the corpses of their people into Aukington, a ritual they worshipped, and 200 years after arriving in the world of Draenor, Oakington became the third largest city in the literal sense of the word.

Not only the dead lived, but many civilians also lived around Oakington.

Unfortunately, in the frenzy of orcs slaughtering the Draenei, they were met with frantic resistance from the Draenei in Oakington, and seeing that they could not capture this majestic capital of death, the Shadow Council was still under the leadership of Gul'dan and came up with a bad idea.

Intending to destroy it once and for all, following the knowledge granted by the demons, the daring Warlocks of the Shadow Council made a Otherworldly summoning beneath the walls of Oakington, but they failed.

It was not a powerful demon that responded to the summons, but an elemental lord from a mysterious elemental realm, a voice element named Momor, and at the moment it was summoned, the furious elemental tore apart the warlocks who tried to control it, and in the face of a steady stream of orcs rushing over to try to kill it, Momor carried out the final resistance of the elements in his madness... Self-destructing.

How powerful is an Elemental Lord's self-destruct?

Just look at Oakington in front of you.

Magnificent and high, at least 30 meters of the city wall was completely blown open, along with the delicate and solid interior walls of the interior were completely destroyed, and the traces of civilization were completely erased, and if it were not for the tombs of the Draenei people were built in palaces under the ground, there would be nothing left here.

Two-thirds of Oakington's ground buildings were destroyed in that explosion, leaving behind a gray and white pile of hasty ruins that distorted a third of the entire southern part of Tarador, destroying all trees and forests, razing buildings, and tearing apart all living beings, orcs and draenei.

After the explosion, only a barren land was left here, and now, this land has a new name.

"The Knights of the Darkblade's greatest recruiting place... A wilderness of bones filled with death! ”

Tyrion stood on the platform of Oakington's ruins, the cloak behind him fluttering in the howling wind, and in the wind there seemed to be some strange murmur, not the wails of the undead hovering the place.

The culprit of the Oakington explosion... The Sound Lord Mormor, whose reverberations still exist in the ruins, some of the Warlocks of the Shadow Council who are hiding here try to regain control of it, but after the Death Knights have taken over it, the orc warlocks who are hiding in the dungeon have been completely wiped out, and they have become the Dark Warlocks of the Darkblade Knights, along with themselves.

"Boss, why are you here?"

One of the leaders of the place, Deathlord Syrent, walked quickly to the platform, stood behind Tyrion, and whispered, "And without notice." ”

"I'm just here to see what happened to Oakington, and I'm not going to be held accountable, so you don't need to be nervous."

Tyrion waved his hand and motioned for Celent to stand beside him, he looked at the ruins below, the traces of the explosion had been cleaned up by the silent dead, and on the ruined ground, there were neatly located 10 ground camps of Death Knights, and beyond the passage of the Great Catacombs in four directions, there were also Draenei Death Knights on the Death Thunder Elephant stationed.

The cleared ruins are surrounded by necromantic runes and towering psychic towers, and under the influence of these runes, the concentration of death energy in the ruins of Oakington is always kept at an extremely high level, which will make it easier to awaken the necromancy, and also allow those who are new to the death energy to grow faster.

In addition to this, these runes that can be seen everywhere that shine with different lights are engraved on this desolate land, shining in the darkness, like a resurrected city.

Tyrion also noticed that on the edge of the ruins of Oakington, there was an open-air plaza, where many Death Knights and conscious Necrons had gathered, some of them were chatting, more were sitting silently in their chairs, and some of them were ordering a glass of wine.

This is the unwritten heritage and custom of the Knights of the Darkblade, although they no longer taste the taste of fine wine, but as Celent once said, drinking is not to buy drunkenness, but more to reminisce about the taste of the past in a calm state... Despite the fact that it can be extremely painful when awakened, this dangerous activity that is not forbidden has attracted many Death Knights.

The recruits are being trained on the plains not far away, and in the four large catacombs underground, the dark sorcerers are building a steady stream of psychic circles, and under the will of Tyrion, these dead fellows will continue to work diligently until the last corpse in Oakington is completed.

In fact, ignoring the various necromancers walking here and their eerie atmosphere, this place is not very different from a human town.

"The situation here looks very good, it seems that you are a good manager! I didn't look at the wrong person. ”

Tyrion heartily appreciated, Celant cracked his mouth and smiled, as a person who followed Tyrion before his death, he knew very well that his own boss had a stubborn pursuit of rules and order, under his management, the entire Knights of the Dark Blade had clear superiors and subordinates, all the rules were neatly outlined, and each link was supervised by a specific person.

Like a war machine perfecting itself, once activated, all enemies in its way will be completely crushed and eaten by the bones.

"Where are Irel and Severn?"

Tyrion asked again, and Celent hurriedly replied:

"Irel has gone to the Aranka Peaks, and the Raven People have been making a lot of trouble lately, and she has taken the First Legion with the intention of completely suppressing the exiles who don't know what to do."

"Severn is in the hall of Setek, and he's been working on the Raven Man's conscription experiment lately."

The Death Knight Lord pursed his lips and said with some disgust:

"It is said that a lot of progress has been made, but I am skeptical of it, in fact, those ugly degenerates are completely unworthy to join us, their beaks and feathers all over their bodies, and their twisted and dark personalities, in my opinion, are almost like monsters."

"But you and I both know, Celant, the true form of the high-level crowman is very beautiful, very beautiful, very responsible for you and me's aesthetics and extremely powerful, you also saw those crow captives captured in the ruins of Tongtian Peak... It's like a natural wind elf. ”

Tyrion rubbed his chin as he whispered:

"They've only become so ugly now because they've been cursed, and if Severn's research can expel that curse... In an instant, the Knights of the Darkblade will have a strong, elegant, and well-armed aerial legion..."

"That's the power we need!"

Tyrion accentuated, but soon, he asked something else:

"How many knights are stationed in Oakington now?"

"There are 500 high-level knights, 1,300 low-level knights, and the number of infantry who don't have much potential and don't think very clearly is about 50,000 for the forward army."

Celent reported as follows:

"There are still a large number of defective products, but their strength is weak, most of them are fragile skeletons, which can only be used in a war of attrition, 2 days ago, we found a large buried tomb in the west of the Bone Wilderness, according to Severn's estimate, after the transformation of that tomb is completed, the number of lower-level knights can reach 1,500, and correspondingly, the number of infantry can reach 60,000."

This number is already staggering, 1,500 low-level death knights appear on the battlefield, and according to the natural control of the death knights over low-level walking corpses, if they want, they can form a temporary army of more than 50,000 people in an instant.

The 500 High Knights are more skilled in manipulating death energy, and they can summon a temporary legion of more than 50,000 people, plus the fully formed First Legion taken by Iriel, the defenders of the Hellfire Fortress, and the defenders of the Dark Temple, Tyrion can set off a death frenzy of more than 200,000 undead at the first order.

But that's not enough...

"Too little!"

A hint of worry appeared in Tyrion's eyes:

"It's too small, to cover the entire Draenor world, 200,000 necromancers are far from enough, you need to speed up, Serent, and the death conscription of the Raven, tell Severn that whatever he needs, I will do my best to provide it to him, and he must complete the death conscription ceremony for the Raven in the shortest possible time!"

"We desperately need strength... What about the ritual of control over the Momors? ”

Tyrion asked again, and at the mention of this question, Serent's expression became ugly, and he replied with some stiffness:

"No progress, the Breaker Shamans under Akama's command have worked hard, but unfortunately, they still can't control Momor, even if it's just an echo of an elemental lord, and once it is freed from its shackles one day, it will become an oversized bomb that will blow up the Oakington Necropolis that we have worked so hard to build."

"I don't think it's the right thing for us to keep it in Okington."

Serrent's grey eyes rolled, and he approached Tyrion and lowered his voice:

"Maybe we can send it to Shattrath... Let it explode out there and take out that pesky city and that nasty Naru! There's also a large tomb in that city, which will also be the second Oakington Necropolis..."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed as he could tell that he was seriously considering the feasibility of the proposal, but in the end, he shook his head.

"I'm not merciful to the refugee's city, but in my eyes, Momore has a greater use... The time that the Breakers have been in contact with the elements for too short a time, they have no background, and it is normal for them to be unable to control Momol. ”

Tyrion glanced in the northwest direction, and he said to Serent:

"After I'm gone, you go to Glokush and get him in touch with the Orcs of Nagrand, and find a few Orc Shamans to come and assist us."

"Will they agree?"

Sellant snorted, "Those orcs hate us, after all, we trapped them in Nagrand and exiled their warriors to Frostfire Ridge. ”

"At least they're alive! We could have killed them all, but we kept them alive. ”

Tyrion's voice turned cold:

"For that alone, they should thank me for my kindness, and believe me, this time, the orcs will obediently cooperate, because we have a condition they can't refuse... The Dark Gate has been reopened, Celant, and let Glokush tell the Gaiaan Mother that if she cares about the future of the young orcs, she should seriously consider working with us. ”

"The dark door is open?"

There was a hint of surprise in Serent's hollow voice: "Will those orcs come back?" Are we going to prepare for war? ”

"They've taken root in Azeroth, and life in the New World is much better than Draenor... And even if they come back, we'll be able to drive them back! ”

The Great Lord of the Darkblade smiled, waved his hand to summon the death knell of the necromantic dragon hovering in the sky, jumped on the back of the necromantic dragon, pulled up the reins, and said to Serent:

"Remember what I said, and when I come back, I'd like to see new developments in Oakington!"

"Where are you going? Top dog. ”

Celent looked at the death knell as it took off, he reached out and pressed down his blown hair, and shouted, "Do you need me to send some people to protect you?" ”

"Prepare your knights for war, Serent... Don't dwell too much on the memories of the past, and then watch for Oakington for me, and once the order is given, you must rush to the Hellfire Peninsula as fast as possible..."

Tyrion waved his hand at Serent:

"As for me, I'm going to the Alanca Peak Forest, the war with the Raven has been going on for too long, it's time to end!"