"What? Standing still? ”

Luminas stood on the walls of the fortress northeast of Arathi at dawn, looking at the warband's orders from the Raven Messenger, and she couldn't hold back her doubts, while beside him, Roglio and Danas were silent.

Tyrion could have given this order with a more convenient psychic connection, but instead he used a slower, more exposed courier, an act that was worth pondering.

"Something happened, there's no doubt about it."

Danas looked at the beautiful scenery of the green plains of the Arathi Highlands at dawn, and there were still some baggage and supplies left behind by the human tribes who had evacuated in a hurry at night, and in last night's attack, almost at the moment when the undead artillery fired, the human army in the northeast defense line began to withdraw, just like the two sides were playing a double reed, and the tacit cooperation was like the two armies handing over the ownership of the fortress.

There wasn't much to lose on either side, except for the improvised mines buried under the grass that the humans left behind when they left, which cost the undead some skeletal soldiers.

"He told us to return to Stormwind directly from the battlefield?"

Luminas finished reading the letter, her beautiful face covered with question marks, and she looked back at Rogerio, expecting more news from the Elven Lord of Tyrion, who only coughed lightly and shook his head at her.

"Anyway, just go back, Lord Danas is right, something has happened, something very important."

"What could be more important than the defeat of the Human Empire?"

Luminas asked rhetorically:

"Isn't that what we're here for? Destroy them and rebuild a new order on the ruins! ”

"Absolutely!"

Rogrio glanced at Luminas, and he whispered:

"Remember why you joined the Knights of the Darkblade? What brought us together? The time has come, Lumi, and the time to wield the blade of vengeance. ”

Luminas froze in place, but a moment later, a creepy grin appeared on her beautiful face, and she stretched out her blood-red tongue and licked her lips, the war order in her hand crumpled into a ball, and then turned into a flying crumb in the air between the cold breath.

"That's great! I've waited too long. ”

At the same time, in a distant world, in the gathering place of Draenor's life, in the strange and increasingly prosperous exile city of Shattrath, in the world of necromancy, the Blood Mother stands alone in front of the ruler of Shattrath, Naruadar.

Aurelia raised her head and looked directly at Naru, who radiated endless light in front of her, and she whispered:

"I'm here to deliver a message to my husband, a very important message for the Holy Light Legion."

"The Burning Legion is about to arrive in Azeroth, and my husband and his warriors will face the demons in that world, just as he has done in this world, and before the war begins, he has a request."

"Buzz"

The crystal-like body of Naruadal shrouded in endless light vibrated lightly, like a piece of music, and in the sound of that music, Adar's deep voice rang out as well:

"Say it."

"Tulayan, no matter where you send Tulayan, my husband asks you to hide Tulayan's whereabouts from now on, so that the demons can't know about it, he has appeared anywhere but Azeroth! In the plan of the Dark Blade to ambush and attack the demons, the soul that truly belongs to Tulayan will be a very important role! ”

Aurelia said calmly:

"You have no right to object, and you must do so, if you want to see the devil sink in Azeroth."

This request silenced Naruadar for a moment, the light shining on its body more and more waves, as if it were in contact with some being, and after a few moments, Adar's gentle voice rang out again:

"Grand Knight Tulayan, the most beloved warrior of the Light, is mending his broken soul in the Legion of Light, and I have informed the Mother of Light to delay his entry into the Holy Endless War... But this is not a compromise, it is only a concession forced by our common enemy... Like you, we look forward to seeing the fall of the devil. ”

"Good."

Aurelia nodded, and before leaving, she looked back at Naru and said:

"I know you've been in touch with Viren, tell him for me that during this time, whatever he sees in Azeroth, keep him shut up about anything he shouldn't say until the demon really fails."

"If we're lucky, this time, the Burning Legion will really break our bones."

Adar uttered another light chant, and after a moment he whispered:

"I'm looking forward to it."

At the same moment, beneath the ruins of the original Cathedral of Light in Stormwind, in a vault hidden deep in the church, Tyrion was talking to a lost soul, the best-preserved of all the souls devoured by the Apocalypse.

"I need someone who has the courage to give all my soul to a cause that is right, and I have been waiting for you to take the initiative to join our cause."

Tyrion stood behind the statue of the Church of Light, looking at the soul half-kneeling in front of the statue and praying silently, it was a very familiar soul, and after the Lord of the Blades had a deeper understanding of the soul, he had created a special space for this soul to allow him to move freely as a ghost.

And when the soul finished its sincere prayer, stood up, and turned its head, Tulayan's handsome and resolute face came into view.

Yes, this is the soul that originally belonged to the Great Knight of Tulayan, captured by the Apocalypse on the battlefield of the Burning Plains, until a day ago, he has been quietly protected in the soul furnace of the Dark Temple, and his existence is also one of the biggest secrets of the Dark Blade Legion.

Tyrion did not abuse him, on the contrary, he was very generous to Tulayan's soul, because he needed Tulayan to take on a terrifying but important mission at the necessary moment, and now, the time has come.

"I'm not sure if what you're saying is true or not."

Tulayan's soul was very gentle, very calm, without the slightest irritability belonging to the dead, like the gentle and sincere, brave and determined knight of his life, he looked directly into Tyrion's eyes, and he whispered:

"But I saw all of that, I saw the whole process of the confrontation between the Dark Blade and the demons, and perhaps at least in this respect, you do represent some kind of justice, and even I cannot denigrate the great sacrifices you have made in the process of fighting the demons."

"Do you think the world can resist the demons that have poured into the nest?"

Tyrion asked:

"Do you think that with the current human empire, even if I stop the attack, they alone will be able to stop the evil vanguard of the demons? Not to mention the ensuing world crisis. ”

"Ugh..."

The Great Knight's soul let out a long sigh, and he shook his head:

"If what you say is true, then they can't stop it, and they will only become the next victim to be destroyed by the devil."

"So you're willing to join us?"

Tyrion asked:

"I'm not asking you to join us against your former friends and brothers, you should know that, I'm giving you a chance to save them! From the desperate apocalypse where souls are thrown into the abyss, the possibility of saving them! And to do that, you need to pay a terrible sacrifice beyond your imagination..."

"If it's all about fighting the incoming demons and defending my world, then I do."

Tulayan didn't hesitate much, he looked at Tyrion:

"In the years since I lost my body, I have thought a lot, and I have come to realize that behind the justice of the Light, there is also an infinite depth of darkness, that there are two sides to everything, and I, willing to believe you, Tyrion... From the things you have done in the past, I see a soul who is righteous but not understood, and you and I are no different. ”

"No, we're very different."

The Lord of the Dark Blades shook his head, and at the call of his will, Vagri Agatha appeared behind him with his wings flapped, and in Agatha's hand, holding a special soul stone that shone with black light.

"It's an interesting soul, the soul and body of the Nasrezm are one and inseparable, they have their own way of protecting their souls, but unfortunately, nothing can be changed in the face of the rules of death."

Vargri handed the soul stone to the Grand Knight Tulayan, and under the pale helmet, the Vargri showed his respect for the human soul in front of him, who was about to take on a terrible mission.

"What you have accepted is a cruel fate, and anyone who has the courage to accept it deserves the utmost respect."

Tulayan was seeing pure Varri for the first time, he looked at Agasa in front of him curiously, and after a moment, he picked up the black soul stone from this Varri's hand, and he looked at Tyrion:

"What is this?"

"The soul of a Lord Nasrezm who has been suppressed with the help of the god of death in this world, and still retains all his memories..."

Tyrion looked at the black soul stone, and he whispered:

"This soul was once sealed in the body by a willing mage, and that was the only way to trap these cunning Dreadlords, but I got it, and now, it's yours... It will be your disguise, Tulayan, and with it you can be the deadliest stinger we can break into the Legion. ”

"Hehe, the best part is that devouring and manipulating souls is Nasrezm's talent. And the fusion of soul to soul means that as long as you don't actively expose it, no one will find out about your abnormality, but you must ensure that it is suppressed at all times, and as long as there is a slack, you may be defeated by it in turn, which is dangerous, but it is worth it. ”

The Grand Knight understood what the King of the Blades meant, and he whispered:

"You're going to make me voluntarily transform into a demon?"

"No, what I have made you to be is a hero with an indestructible heart of justice and a demonic appearance."

Tyrion didn't hide anything, he said bluntly:

"I know that you are wondering why I chose you, and I can only tell you that history proves that you are a person who can take on this cruel and great mission, that history that has not happened but is real, I have seen your unyielding will..."

"Hehe, you really think highly of me."

The Great Knight showed a smile, he didn't hesitate too much, turned around, he looked at the Holy Light Statue in front of him, and then infiltrated his soul into the black soul stone, and after a while, a twisted and strange black shadow rushed out of the soul stone, and in a burst of hellish cries and firm holy light prayers, the two souls gradually merged into one.

It was a painful process, like tearing one's own soul apart and bonding it to another strange soul, and Tyrion and Agasa watched the transformation, seeing the pain that overflowed Tulayan's soul and the outrageous steadfastness of the Grand Knight.

At the moment when his face was about to be distorted, Tulayan turned his head and looked at Tyrion with his own eyes that were turning black:

"Let them go... This is my last request. ”

Tyrion did not answer, he only replied to the question:

"I don't need to do this, Tulayan, there are many people under my command who will be willing to help humanity when it is about to fall, and they are already taking action, you just need to know that as far as I am concerned, I am not planning to destroy humanity, I just want to make them more united and determined... Be firm enough to face any challenges alone and overcome them. ”

"Good... I'll watch it all. ”

The last sentence of the Grand Knight was still his voice, and the second half of the sentence became a distorted, muffled, and numbing voice.

And as the last rays of light that belonged to the holy light dissipated, and the purest darkness completely took over the secret room below the church, in front of Tyrion's eyes, a tall, dark red back with four bat wings, black demonic horns on his forehead, recurved demon hooves, his whole body covered with gorgeous and strange armor, and his hands like the sharpest hell claws, appeared in the darkness.

It looked at Tyrion with its dark eyes, and after a moment, it placed its sharp claws in front of its eyes, black sparks dancing between the clashes of its knife-like nails.

Tyrion was watching it, and after a moment, the Lord of the Blades asked:

"What's your name?"

The Dreadlord subconsciously replied:

"Tula... No, no, no, my name is... Casanatyr, the vanguard of the Legion hidden in the world of Azeroth, a member of the Council of the Dreadlords, a very old Darkwalker, yes, this is me. ”

In the midst of a treacherous laugh, the Dreadlord pointed at Tyrion vividly:

"By the way, I'm still the bearer of the Apocalypse... It was I who brought it into the world. ”

"Good!"

Tyrion pulled out the Demon Sword Apocalypse and placed it in front of the Dreadlord:

"Hold it! If you are really Casanatyr, then it will not devour you, and if you are not, then you are dead. ”

The Dreadlord unconcernedly lifted the Demon Blade Apocalypse and swung it wildly in the air, and Apocalypse let out a strange hum, as if the sword itself was in a very confused state.

"Look, it remembers me, it remembers its former master... Oh, it's not good! ”

When the Dreadlord said the word master, Apocalypse hissed violently and jumped out of its claws, and it was only at this scene that Tyrion was truly relieved.

He gripped the Apocalypse back and thrust it back into the scabbard, and he looked at the Dreadlord in front of him, and he whispered:

"Even the Apocalypse can't tell who you are, and that's good, you're qualified, Tulayan."

"Tulayan, who is that?"

A sly smile flashed in the Dreadlord's black eyes:

"Oh, yes, it's a carrier of my soul manipulated, he's... Such. ”

As he spoke, the small black bat spun around the Dreadlord, and a moment later, the physical Tulayan appeared in front of Tyrion's eyes, and even the ancient armor on his body was imitated vividly.

This is the singularity of Nasrezm, as long as there are souls, their bodies remain.

"Go back, then, Mr. Casanatyr, and I'll help you reintegrate into human society, and then be patient... You'll be contacted by your compatriots soon, and don't forget what we've said... Every step counts, don't make a mistake! ”