By the time Tyrion returned to camp, the war was over, or rather, there was a temporary truce between the two sides.

The entire hilly area was littered with corpses and traces of war from both sides, and in some remote locations, skirmishes between the two sides continued, while the war elites of both sides had returned to each other's positions.

It sounds incredible, but when both sides feel that continuing to fight will only increase casualties, a truce becomes the most rational option.

Tyrion also saw the Great Chieftain with his right arm wrapped in a bandage, and from a distance, the tall orc was gloomy and angry, and it was clear that he had not been able to achieve his war goals.

"If I'm not blind..."

Tyrion walked into the psychic hall full of corpses, although it used to be dead and silent, this place was always full of people, but today, the whole hall has become much empty, and Tyrion turned his head to see that many familiar faces have disappeared.

This made his eyes jump:

"300 Death Knights, that's all that's left? A third are dead? ”

"It is said that they fought badly!"

Glokush, who appeared behind him, whispered:

"The Blood Demon led the Death Knight to defeat the human mage, but just as they were about to expand their advantage, they were ambushed by the human paladin, and the Grand Karcist killed 4 on the spot, and even the Blood Demon was seriously injured, after the Death Knight's attack was suppressed, Orgrim saw that the situation was not right, so he ordered a retreat."

"Hey, hey"

He let out a low laugh: "Thirty thousand humans have died, and almost twenty thousand orcs have died, and Ogrim has lost a lot in this battle!" ”

Tyrion's focus was not on Orgrim, and he asked another question:

"Paladin? The Silver Hand? ”

"Huh? How do you know their names? ”

Glokush paused for a moment and asked rhetorically, "The paladins only appeared after we chased that mage out of the battlefield, you shouldn't have seen them before!" ”

"Because of this, genius!"

Tyrion's fingers hooked, and the dog tag on the corpse of the human in silver armor at his feet fell into his hand, the silver cross engraved with the title of the Knights of the Silver Hand, he tossed the blood-stained dog tag up and down, and turned to look at Glokush:

"Tell me about the paladins."

"I heard it from other people, too."

The black hand lowered his voice:

"It is said that they were lying in ambush behind the human position, and were advancing towards the right flank of the battlefield at that time, as if they were planning to ambush Orgrim by surprise, but they were accidentally broken by the Blood Demon and the Death Knights, so there was a big fight, they used the Holy Light to fight, and they were skilled warriors, and the Death Knights were just two extremes, the problem is that they were numerous..."

"500 people!"

Glokush gestured with a parted palm:

"That's twice as many as the Bloodseeker's Death Knights! In a hasty battle, the Death Knights were beaten and fled, those resurrected corpses will be purified when they come into contact with the Holy Light, and there are bishop-level priests on the opposite side, in the face of them, the blood demons are good at attacking the sea of people is useless, they can also treat those dying human soldiers, under their leadership, the middle battlefield was almost overturned. ”

"The Blood Demon now suspects that someone leaked the existence of the Death Knight, causing the human side to target us and deliberately arrange a targeted legion like the Paladin, and he is now furious."

Glokush smiled mockingly:

"He just doesn't want to admit his defeat."

"How can a true Death Knight be suppressed by a Paladin... There is no distinction between death and light. ”

Tyrion threw the tag back on the corpse and turned and walked out of the psychic hall, he didn't care much about these things:

"It's such a waste, and he will always blame other people for his failures."

The purpose of participating in this war had been achieved, the keys to Karazan were in hand, and there was no point in staying on this perilous battlefield, and Tyrion felt that it was time for him to leave.

But the moment he walked out of the hall with Grokush, a guy he really didn't want to see, stood in his way.

Blacktooth Sneering Clan Chief Red. Black hands clasped his arms, he looked at the death knight walking towards him in front of him, Tyrion exuding a cold aura all over his body, there was a touch of the living man's instinctive disgust for the dead in the eyes of the black stone orc, Tyrion also saw Red, but he didn't stop, but wiped his body and walked over.

"The Great Chief summons you! Tyrion. Dawnblade. ”

Red Says:

"Don't alarm the others, go to the tent alone."

After saying that, Red spat at Tyrion, snorted disdainfully, and strode away, this scene made the other Death Knights laugh secretly, everyone knows, Red. The Black Hand has an incomprehensible hatred and disgust for these dead people.

"That's your eldest son, Glokush."

Tyrion's voice rang in Glokush's head:

"Look at his arrogant look, maybe one day he will die at the hands of a mad death knight."

"He is qualified to be arrogant, and he will be the chief who inherits Blackstone."

Glokush whispered:

"And I'm going to make sure it all runs smoothly... No one will try to stand in his way! This is my wish for resurrection. ”

"On the contrary, it's you, Tyrion, Orgrim is not easy to deal with, don't be deceived by his rough appearance, an orc who can control the entire tribe can definitely not be a reckless man, no matter what he asks you to do, don't agree to him so easily."

Grokush reminded Tyrion in his heart, turned and walked to his tent, and seeing the black hand leave, Tyrion admonished:

"Take care of the corpses of Celent and those rangers, don't let the bloodfiend find out, prepare the materials for resurrection, and wait for me to return."

Three hours later, night fell on the hills, and after a battle to the death, the whole hilly land was weeping for the wounds of war, and even the forest became quiet, and the strong smell of blood had frightened the animals of the forest, all but the scavengers had fled from this terrible battlefield.

"Huh"

Under the silent guidance of the Kukaron Guard, Tyrion, who almost merged with the darkness, walked into the Great Chief's tent, and when he looked up, he saw Orgrim sitting in the dancing firelight in contemplation, this brown-skinned orc was as rugged as the other orcs, but as Glokush reminded, the beating light in his eyes was definitely not related to recklessness.

"Tyrion. Dawnblade, in Talon. In the Death Knights of the Blood Demon, you are an outlier in every word! They reject you, and you reject them, but you have a weird balance between you, which shows that you are a capable and ambitious guy. ”

Orgrim set his eyes on the Death Knight in front of him, and he snorted and said:

"It's a pity that you, like the other Death Knights, lack loyalty to my tribe."

Hearing this tangible evaluation, a strange smile appeared on Tyrion's cold and thin face:

"Shouldn't I feel honored that the Great Chief has been watching over me, then?"

"That's your business, I never ask a foreigner to obey my orders like an orc, but today outside the battlefield, I heard that you and your apprentice slaughtered more than 40 High Elf rangers with your own hands, so I'm more curious..."

Orgrim's bright eyes stared at the Death Knight in front of him, and he said in a deep voice, "Have you really lost all affection for your former compatriots?" ”

Faced with this question, the elven death knight's eyes were still cold, and he replied in a hoarse voice:

"I am a dead man, Great Chief, I am alien to the living, the world has rejected me, and it is for this reason that I have thrown myself into the arms of death... It's never something I can choose. ”

He stared at Orgrim without fear:

"I will be wary of you, I will be wary of all who are alive, this is my answer."

"And what if I want you to help the tribe occupy your former country, the High Elf kingdom Quel'Thalas, which you once swore to guard? Will you obey this command? ”

Orgrim stated his ultimate purpose in seeking Tyrion, and this did not depart from Tyrion's speculation, he pondered for a moment, and whispered:

"Then it's up to me what I can get out of it, and with all due respect, Grand Chief, you've had to think too much before you have defeated the Human Alliance... Judging by the current situation, I don't see any hope of victory for the Horde! ”

"That's what I need to think about."

Orgrim snorted:

You just have to answer, yes, or no! As for your reward, the orcs never attack this world for glory or spoils, we only need the ground under our feet, we just want to get a home that is enough to recuperate, and you can take anything else! ”

"Then you're welcome!"

Tyrion spread his arms, a faint glow beating in his ice-blue eyes:

"I want my own military power, like Talon. The Death Knights of the Blood Demons, the Horde supplies me with the supplies I need, everything is in my charge, we will fight side by side with the Horde until we defeat Quel'Thalas, and when everything is over, I will take what I need, by the way, I also need the corpse of an orc warrior..."

"That's it?"

Orgrim looked at Tyrion with a strange gaze, not that the elf death knight in front of him asked too much, but that he asked too little, and in the face of Orgrim's inquiry, Tyrion nodded:

"That's it! For me, enough is enough. ”

"You should know the rules of the tribe, you have to show yourself like a towerer. The Bloodfiend is stronger, as long as you do it, I can give you everything you want, even the remains of blasphemous warriors who have deviated from our faith, and I can guarantee it! ”

The Great Chief stretched out his finger and waved in the beating firelight, "Until your forces are strong enough, Talon. Bloodfiend doesn't dare trouble you! The premise is, you have to prove yourself! ”

"Aren't you afraid of my betrayal?"

Tyrion asked, "I'm a High Elf, maybe I still have my homeland in mind, and maybe on the most important battlefield, I'll fight back and steal the Horde's victory!" ”

"That only means that it will take more time for the Horde to take Quel Salas! But victory belongs to the tribe, and only to the tribe! ”

A look of indifference flashed across Orgrim's face, representing his strong self-confidence:

"It's just an attempt, and if it succeeds, it's gratifying, but if it fails, it won't lose much, not to mention... You were created by us! Who will accept you but us? Your compatriots slaughtered? ”

"Well, you're a good leader."

Tyrion turned and left: "Bitaron. Blood Fiend and Gul'dan are ten thousand times more qualified. ”

"I'd love to accept your appreciation."

Behind him, the Great Chief flipped through the map in front of him:

"But please don't compare me to those shuffles, it makes me think you're humiliating me... By the way, Tyrion, have you thought about your own destiny? After the war is over, dead like you, your final destination, the Blood Demon tells me that he is forever loyal to the Horde and the Great Chief, and that false loyalty makes me sick! ”

Orgrim propped his hands on the table, propping up his chin, and he looked at Tyrion's back, his eyes beating with curiosity:

"I'm looking forward to getting a different answer from you."

Tyrion's footsteps stopped, and the moment his body re-entered the darkness, he whispered:

"You mean the best place for the dead? Let me guess, what do you really mean by that, after fulfilling your long-cherished wish, you will be in peace without desire? Enjoy eternal peace? ”

The elven death knight paused, then shook his head:

"No... That's where everyone else belongs, not mine! For me, death is never a sign of silence, it is just the beginning of another destiny. ”

"If I had to say where I belonged, then I would like to... I can live quietly until the next time I want to die. ”