The High Elf civilization, under the leadership of the young Sun King Kael'thas, has gone through some ups and downs, and finally entered the right track to rebuild civilization.

This incident is not small, it is not big, it has indeed caused a lot of discussion in the continent of Kalimdor, but in the whole world, it is only a node in the complicated history, and the final end of this event is marked by the several civilization rulings signed by the forgotten kings on the desk of Tyrion.

"The Battle of Eresaras represents the Sun King, Kael'thas. The High Elves' courage and tenacity in this event that will affect their future, their optimism in rebuilding the ancient city, and their high level of community qualities are all signs of the rapid development of this race in the coming years. ”

"Although Kael'thas has shown a certain irrationality in dealing with the upper elven remnants, this does not affect the overseer's judgment on its civilization."

"But despite this, we still can't ignore the cold reality that the High Elves are currently facing, according to the calculations of the Great Lich of the Sun Chaser, according to the current efficiency of the High Elves' use of the magic power of the Mana Terror Imotar, this weak Mana Derror will enter the aging period in 15-20 years, and the magic power it provides will not be enough to maintain the High Elves' group demon addiction..."

"Therefore, the Overseer Council believes that the High Elves are still not out of their own predicament, and due to the inherent particularity of the High Elf civilization, the Council finally decided to extend the second ruling period of the High Elf civilization to 15 years."

"Here is the preliminary ruling of the High Elf civilization:"

"By ——- Boval. Vortagan"

"By ——- Anastarian. The Sunstrider"

"By ——- Terenus. Minasil"

"Not through——- Dai Lin. Prodmore (The reason for not passing is that the High Elves have not overcome the effects of their own addiction, and I personally believe that the future of this race is flawed, and the symptoms of the High Elves themselves are the original sin of this race.) ）”

Such a result did not come as a surprise to Tyrion, in fact, in addition to being busy with the important affairs of the Frontier of the Dead recently, the High Lord would occasionally observe what was happening in Eresaras through his "eyes". Unbeknownst to the Sunstrider, at the moment when he made all his decisions, in the shadows behind him, a ghostly owl somewhere between the virtual and the real was watching him.

Tyrion himself was also curious about what kind of decisions this childhood "playmate" would make, and it turned out that although Kael'thas occasionally made emotional judgments, most of the time, he made decisions from the perspective of the needs of the people, and in the royal society civilization of the High Elves, such a ruler could not be said to be unqualified.

And Kael'thas can take the initiative to go to the Human Empire for support, not caring about personal honor and disgrace, which Tyrion appreciates very much.

So, at the last position of this civilized ruling, Tyrion took up his pen and signed his name...

"By ——- Tyreon. Dawnblade. ”

"It's a small bonus, but Kael'thas hasn't passed yet..."

The Great Lord put the quill in his hand on the pen stand, and then placed the papers on the edge of the table, he did not go to the Dead Realm with the little ghost Yuna to "explore" today, because today he wanted to take a break, and today, there are two very important things that need him to come forward.

During this time, Tyrion and Yuna's journey into the realm of the dead is difficult... On the one hand, the current process of "assimilation" of the High Lord by the Dead Realm seems to lack the influence of certain factors, resulting in him quickly entering a state of "weakness" and difficulty in adapting to that world as soon as he enters that world. On the other hand, Yuna's lack of "wand" and "crown" as a guide makes it impossible for Yuna to take Tyrion further afield...

The good news is that Tyrion and Yuna have finally figured out how to use the little doll Noor, a strange six-clawed bear doll that is given a similar effect to "spatial positioning", with Yuna holding Noor, she can open a "home" path for her and Tyrion anywhere in the Dead Realm, which means that the two of them will not be "lost" again.

But as it stands, until Yuna gets her wand and crown, they won't be able to build an "outpost" belonging to the Darkblade in the borderlands of the Dead Realm.

In Tyriaon's experience, this kind of thing that can only progress by pure luck is generally not rushed.

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"It's unimaginable..."

Jeffrey. Dylan was dressed in his best clothes and walked the streets of Stormwind under the leadership of the Death Lord Rogorio, his grey eyes wandering the crowd of people in the streets from time to time, and he could see the living and the undead walking on the same street, and the two were living together peacefully.

Such a scene that is impossible in the northern Xinjiang has become commonplace since he entered the Kazmodan district, and the living of the Federation seem to have become accustomed to the presence of the dead, two completely different species from physical to mental, and exist in a special system. This is a reality that Jeffrey has never thought about and dared not think about since he "woke up".

No matter how many times he saw it, he would sigh about it.

Probably seeing Geoffrey's doubts, the Lord of Death, as a guide, explained to him in a low voice:

Under the leadership of the Supreme Council, the people of the Federation have gotten rid of the ignorant and backward living conditions of the past, they play a role in the new system that they have not played in the past, everyone can find their own ideal future, the Dark Blade gives the Federation real "freedom", and under the protection of the Dark Blade, the Federation will always hold this freedom. ”

"So, this is the relationship between protecting and being protected?"

Jeffrey turned his head and looked at Roglio, who asked curiously:

Is the recognition of the rights and existence of the deceased some kind of "price" for this protection? ”

"No"

Rogrio shook his head:

"In the civilization of the Federation, the Council clearly stipulates that all races that agree with the rule of the Federation have completely equal rights and obligations, and in this land, you can see dwarves, gnomes, high elves, werewolves, goblins, and a small number of orcs, as well as the Sindra elves who are about to join the Federation. Undead like you and I are also part of these many races. ”

The Death Lord listened earnestly to Jeffrey. Dylan said:

"You and I, and these humans, these beings, we are at the level of federal law, there is no difference... We are not special, we are part of this system, so humans are not afraid of us... Although there are still many "big humanists" in the Federation, who are always fanning the flames and trying to stir up contradictions between humans and other races, in the current system, the actions of those clowns are meaningless. ”

"That's why I brought you here, Dylan."

Rogge looked at his "fellow citizens" in front of him with the calm gaze characteristic of the undead, and he said:

"I want you to see with your own eyes what the civilization of the Federation is really like, and then take what you see and hear back and share it with your settlement, the High Lord wants me to pick out a qualified "ambassador", and in my opinion, you are the most suitable in your settlement, you have a curiosity that other undead lack... This is a very rare and very important "virtue" for the undead. ”

Roglio's confession made Jeffrey. Dylan was silent for a moment, then he raised his head, looked at the Death Lord solemnly, and finally nodded:

"I will, I promise."

"Very well, then come with me now, let's go to meet the High Lord... He is very interested in you and your natural resurgence of his compatriots, and don't be afraid, unless you provoke him, he is actually a very good talker. ”

Led by the Lord of Death, Jeffrey. Dylan got into a black carriage, and with the jingle of the bells, the two drove all the way to the location of the Midnight Garden.

Jeffrey. Dylan, this is a special person.

A few months ago, the Darkblade Warband stationed in the northern frontier received a report about the Stratholme district, and after the human empire crossed west, the fanatical paladins of the Hand of Tyr and the Chapel of the Light's Wish were still stubbornly stationed in Stratholme, and the group of self-proclaimed "Scarlet Crusaders" were frequently carrying out some kind of "extermination" activities in the mountains of Stratholme.

The movement of the Scarlet Crusade immediately aroused the curiosity of the Darkblade Warband, and after sending scouts to reconnoiter repeatedly, the two Death Lords of the Northern Frontier got a "shocking" news.

The paladins who miss the Empire are battling the undead... But those undead do not belong to the Dark Blade, nor do they belong to natural disasters, they are born naturally! There is no shadow of any force on them, and no one knows when they appeared, but in Stratholme and the remote areas of northern Xinjiang, large and small settlements of natural undead have appeared.

In fact, if it weren't for the Scarlet Crusaders' conquest, these naturally born undead might not have been discovered by the Darkblade until a long time later, after all, they are theoretically of the same kind, and between the same kind, they will always let their guard down.

Another reason why Darkblade failed to spot these naturally reviving undead in time was because... These naturally resurrected undead, each of them, have a complete intelligence similar to that of a living person, even a complete soul, who knows how to hide themselves and how to protect themselves.

But unfortunately, they don't have the power to match their intelligence, they are just like ordinary humans, they only have very little death energy in their bodies, barely enough to support their physical activities, and they are not like the undead of the Dark Blade, who can independently generate death energy to make themselves stronger.

They are like "life" in another sense... Once the death energy in the body is exhausted, they will also die like life...

After hearing about this special group of "compatriots", Tyrion rushed to the northern frontier as soon as possible, but he did not act rashly, but asked the Death Lord to send messengers to communicate with this group of naturally recovering compatriots in an "equal" manner.

Obviously, Tyrion sensed a hint of something not quite right from these special undead.

And Jeffrey. Dylan was the first undead to take the initiative to come into contact with Darkblade after Roglio's messenger penetrated into the Stratholme Mountains, and he was the "mayor" of their small settlement.

"Bang"

The door to the Tyrion Mansion was pushed open, and Rogrio made a "please" gesture. Dylan took a deep breath, straightened his quaint clothes, and stepped into the not-so-dark room in front of him.

He had plenty of reason to be nervous, as he was recovering, the battle for the Northern Frontier was in full swing, and he and his compatriots had seen with their own eyes how the army of the Darkblade had brought down the mighty human empire, and on the edge of the battlefield of the Battle of Whispering Harbor, there were even the "scouts" sent by these undead, they knew very well the power of the Darkblade, and because of this, they carefully hid themselves.

Because no one knows what kind of attitude these compatriots, who have great power and are loyal to the same system, will face their "free" souls.

The moment Dylan walked into the room, Tyrion, dressed in a casual hunting outfit, was facing away from him, slowly pouring a bottle of blood-red wine into two glasses.

And Jeffrey. The moment Dylan saw Tyrion, he felt the powerful power hidden in the body of this calm "compatriot" in front of him, especially the hideous soul in that body, which made him feel panic and uneasiness when he watched it all night, in Dylan's vision, Tyrion was like a god surrounded by black flames, making his soul and body tremble involuntarily.

"Huh?"

Tyrion felt the fear of the weak soul behind him, and he turned his head and looked at Geoffrey in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze. Dylan, in this free undead, he smelled a familiar future, faint, but absolutely real.

"The Realm of Death..."

Tyrian's eyes narrowed, and the frequency of Dylan's whole body trembling became more and more obvious under his concentrated gaze. Dylan's soul even showed signs of collapse, until Tyrion waved his hand and injected a black cloud of soul power into Jeffrey's body, which allowed his soul to re-stabilize his almost collapsed soul.

The High Lord stepped forward and handed the blood wine with ice cubes in his hand to Geoffrey, and he asked softly:

"You're Jeffrey. Dylan, right? ”

"It's... Yes, Grand Lord. ”

Jeffrey poured himself a sip of cold wine, and barely regained his senses, stimulated by the spicy and mellow flavor attached to the peculiar liquid, and he leaned over to salute Tyrion:

"I am the mayor of Hermann, the mighty lord, and I salute you on behalf of the Forsaken of Strathrso."

"Forsaken?"

Tyrion shook the liquid in his glass and leaned against his desk, he looked at Dylan in front of him:

"Is that what you call yourself? It's quite figurative, but I'm more curious, Jeffrey, when did you recover, no... I mean, as far as you know, when did the first of you recover? ”

This question made Jeffrey pause for a moment, and he thought about it for several minutes before he said with some uncertainty:

"Well, I guess it's in... 14 months ago..."

"Sure enough!"

Tyrion gave a "sure enough" expression, and he sipped the blood wine from his hand, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

14 months ago... Wasn't that the time when he first entered the realm of death?

It seems that these naturally born undead in the northern frontier are really related to his connection with the world of death, and Yuna seems to have appeared at that time.