"You've been missing for 4 years!"

On the road leading to the Valley of Thorns in Nightlight, Althea nibbled on the cold jerky as she said to the man beside her:

"We all thought you were dead in the orc attack, brother, where the hell have you gone? Why don't you contact us..."

The duke's daughter looked at her own brother, and the strange robe made her ask suspiciously:

"You've become a mage? No, mages don't summon demons, so, you became a warlock? ”

Kan Resad. Aberlock ignored his sister's questioning, he held a delicate skull in his left hand, which looked like some kind of communication device, and with the surge of dark magic, a cloud of obscure magic patterns appeared in front of the two of them, and after a few seconds, Kanressad withdrew the skull, then took out a bottle of wine from his backpack and handed it to his sister:

"My story can be told later, I'll take you to Dalaran, it's been a long journey, we have plenty of time to chat, now, drink some wine and calm down... The undead have divided up some of their forces to find something in the Valley of Thorns, and we are about to go on an "escape". ”

"No!"

Althea stubbornly said:

"I'm going to Stormwind to find my father, Nighttown... We can't just give it up. ”

This stubbornness made the warlock's brother frown, and he said in a deep voice:

"Accept it, sister, you can't save Nightshade, and neither can our father, in fact, the whole of Stormwind is in trouble, and you obviously don't understand how powerful the undead are... The entire northern frontier has been shaken, and from what we've seen so far, no one can save the Stormwind Kingdom... This country is already dead. ”

"How so?"

Althea became a little distraught, she did not doubt her brother's statement, for at least her brother had never deceived her until he disappeared, and while the brother and sister were silent, the warlock had set up around him was touched, and he stood up and said to his sister:

"It's time to go, Althea... They caught up. ”

At the same time, on the Draenei spaceship that came urgently in the sky above the night town at this time, the Chaldean priest looked at the burning town below with an ugly face, and even above the sky, he could even hear the mournful roar from below.

"Ah, there's one less town of yours, and every death makes your crumbling nation worse, and your suffering may be over... I doubt it, though, because Tyrion has his own plan for everything, and compared to him, you're like a pure angel. ”

A dark voice sounded in Chaldean's heart, and this time, the priest did not contradict her, he just stood on the bridge and watched the night town burn below, and after a moment, as if he had lost all strength, he collapsed in the chair behind him.

"Here... There's no help here... We... We're late. ”

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"Nighttown, it's a victim of the darkness."

Tyrion walked through the ruins of Nighttown, six hours after the town was breached, and the Night's Watch legions, which had been a headache for King Varian, were wiped out, and their death-defying counterattack routed most of the junior knights recruited from Raven Ridge.

It can be said that the Night's Watch died in honorable battles, but after their deaths, their heroic souls will become the new collection of Tyrion... A group of more ferocious and terrifying knights.

But the lich Arugao kept the orders of the Lord of the Blades, and for the civilians who did not resist the necromancy, the necrons did not harm them, but imprisoned them in the square at the edge of the town.

The situation in Nighttown is different from Lakeside Town, where the number of civilians is very small, and it is difficult for ordinary people to survive in the environment of the Twilight Forest.

"Look at them, they have been overwhelmed by fear, they have become uneasy, and they may be scared to death by themselves..."

Tyrion looked at the civilians under guard, and said to the calm lich behind him:

"The environment of the Twilight Forest is not suitable for life, send them to Lakeside Town, and let them start their lives there again."

"I doubt it, Your Majesty."

"Without the right people to guide them, once these fearful humans are released, they may start killing each other within themselves, and the darkness of human nature can never be underestimated," Arugao said. ”

"Guide! Yes, you have a point, Arugao, but who says they don't have the right guide? ”

Tyrion shook his head:

"I don't want complete destruction, a dead without the reconciliation of life is a pool of stagnant water, or do you think I'm going to rule the Stormwind Kingdom that is bound to be taken over by us? No! I have no interest and no energy to rule it. ”

The King of the Dark Blades turned around, and a human in black leather armor was walking in his direction under the escort of a high-ranking knight, and a smile appeared on Tyrion's face, and he said to Arugao:

"Look, the future ruler of the Stormwind is here! I've always wanted to talk to him about the justice he wants, about his ideals, about everything he wants to do for his people. ”

The lich didn't need to look back to know who it was, and he asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Van Cleef? No, Your Majesty, I don't doubt your judgment, but this man is full of anger and a lot of indecision, and it seems to me that he has been forced to get to this point, he has no ideals in his heart at all, he is just a coward! ”

"You're wrong, Arugao, my loyal subordinate."

Tyrion turned to Van Cleef, who was standing aside, and whispered:

"He has his own ideals, but he doesn't realize it, that's my mission, everything I'm going to fulfill, my method... Guide these lost people to rebuild a new world, and restore the order of my imagination with my own hands! ”

"Just from Edwin. Van Cleef begins! ”

As Tyrion approached, Van Cleef was also observing the mayor's "big shot".

The "revolution" he set off in the Western Wilderness is now in full swing, and most of the members of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons are natives of the Western Wilderness, and their plight can arouse the sympathy of the people of their hometown, while the war waged by the soldiers sent by Stormwind City is unpopular, although under the oppression of the power, the local people do not openly support the Brotherhood of Defia, but behind the scenes, in the face of the Brotherhood's request, the locals will not refuse.

Van Cleeff was also a clever man, and he strictly demanded that his subordinates not rob his fellow villagers like robbers and bandits, but instead he would personally give some bereavement to the farmers and hired farmers who had suffered losses in the war after the soldiers had destroyed the farms that were about to be harvested.

Although he didn't have a lot of money, there was no doubt that he had won the support he needed, but to be honest, the Lich Arugao was actually right, because Van Cleef himself really didn't have a long-term plan in his heart, and the big foreman who had been pushed to this point by fate was unprepared, he was like a lost man, who didn't know where to go.

And just then, Van Cleef received an "invitation", from the King of the Dark Blades.

"Edwin. Van Cleef! ”

Tyrion stood in front of Van Cleve, the High Elf's slender stature making him two heads taller than Van Cleeff, and he leaned over to look at the leader of the Defia Brotherhood, and asked in a soft voice with a hint of playfulness:

"Do you still think your cause is just?"

Van Cleef hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded:

"Yes, Your Majesty, our cause is just!"

"Very well, it's very gratifying to hear you say that with my own ears."

Tyrion nodded in satisfaction, he motioned for Van Cleef to follow him, and to the leader of Defia, Tyrion in front of him didn't look like a dead man at all, at least not the same as the cold death knights and the crazy vampires he had come into contact with, how to say?

The feeling that Tyrion gave him was a little too gentle.

The two of them walked through the ruins of the town, which was heavily defended by the Death Knights, and there was a foul smell in the debris of the burned houses on both sides, which made Van Cleef unable to concentrate.

"I know there are a lot of people who will say that you are really just a puppet that I have planted in the human race."

Tyrion whispered, "But I hope you don't think so, in my heart, the Darkblade Legion and the Defia Brotherhood are completely equal forces, maybe you will be my subordinate in the future, but at least for now, I want you to hold your own thoughts... Because I need you to have your own ideas. ”

"Them!"

The King of the Blades pointed to the panicked civilians in the distance, and behind him, there was a trace of worry in Van Rikoff's eyes, and he was afraid that the next moment, the King of Death would order the death of these compatriots in front of him.

But Tyrion did not do so, on the contrary, he maintained that gentleness, and said to the leader of Defia beside him:

"Human beings are fragile lives, lack of correct guidance, will make them indulge in their own ** can not extricate themselves, I have read the history of the development of human civilization, but I am extremely disappointed, the power of other races is almost exactly the same, a full 3800 years, but has not yet gotten rid of the influence of feudalism, look at your new emperor... In 3800, it is really disappointing that this slow-moving civilization still has the title of emperor! ”

"But... But Your Majesty, there is no country of kings ... Please forgive me for not imagining. ”

Van Cleef couldn't help but retort, all countries in this world have their own kings, and the extreme contempt for royal power in Tyreon's words made the leader of Defia feel uncomfortable.

Even though the banner of rebellion has been raised in a practical sense, in Van Cleve's heart, Varian. Wryon is still a good king.

"Of course you can't imagine!"

Van Cleve's retort did not make Tyrion angry, on the contrary, he said in a gentle way: "Because you were born in this cage-like civilization, people who have not seen the light will never know how beautiful the light is, just like me, although I am active in the shadows, it does not mean that I live in the shadows." ”

"I've seen that kind of light."

The voice of the King of the Blades was full of nostalgia:

"It will be a hopeful new world, where the people who exist in every inch of the world will have their own minds, and the spiritual world will be shaped by themselves, and there will be no need for a high emperor to tell them what is right and what is wrong, and no one will go hungry anymore, just to realize the stupid king's pursuit of power and status!"

"You guys!"

Tyrion turned to Van Cleef: "You will truly have equals, free souls, and you will personally send all the kings to the gallows, so as to proclaim the true liberation of civilization!" You have the ability, but you yourself have not discovered your hidden powers... The world has disappointed me, Van Cleef! ”

"I saw it, you, you imprisoned souls, you should have crawled slowly through the mire and through the fog like prehistoric creatures in order to stand on land, into the water, to take root in the earth, even... Fly into the sky! That's what life is all about... This is the basis of the existence of life, longing, curiosity... I'd rather call it ... Evolve! Sublimation! ”

"But no!"

The King of the Dark Blades shook his head, the fingers he had placed on Van Cleve's shoulder tightened, and he muttered:

"Nope! You are imprisoned, 10,000 years of time could have made this world a better place, but you didn't, you failed your talent, you failed this world, you didn't make it better! It's time to put a stop to this mistake! ”

"There should be some people to remind you that if you fall behind, you will be beaten! There should be some people who have driven you into the right track of evolution in the most cruel way, and the decaying civilization should be burned, and it will feel the pain before it can burst out with new power! This is my mission, to burn this rotten and pale old world once and for all! And you, your mission... It's to rebuild a new civilization on that ash-strewn land! A more powerful civilization that is more qualified to rule the land! ”

"The kings are afraid of me, and they should be afraid!"

A strange smile flashed on Tyrion's face, which made Van Cleve's clothes soak, and at this moment, he realized that under Tyrion's gentleness, there was a crazy and hideous soul, just getting close would make him feel the collapse of the world, and his goal was not pure slaughter at all... He's going to destroy everything!

This madman...

"I see the future, from the eyes of all the dead, the living, those who are about to be born, I see the future!"

The Blade King's tone returned to calm, his ice-blue eyes sparkling with hope, and he looked at Van Cleef:

"Did you see that? That new world that shines with infinite hope, a new world created by us, you... See? ”

Covered in cold sweat, Van Cleef didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, and his dull expression made Tyrion very dissatisfied, but after a moment, the Necronomion shrugged:

"You don't understand, it's okay, I didn't expect you to understand me, you just have to do what I teach you... These civilians, and all the civilians that remain after we destroy the Stormwind Kingdom, I will leave them to you to manage! ”

"But remember, you are not a king, and under my rule there will be no kings and nobles in this land... No more nobility determined by blood! ”

"You will be their leader, plan for them, build a better life... If you can't, Van Cleve, I'm not going to punish you, but these people, these people to whom I have given free will... They will, with their own hands, punish you! ”