The battle came and went faster, and when the roaring Grim Reaper slashed all kinds of weird traces from the sky, rushing into the demon legions in all directions like a black torrent, those tall, and the demons who had not yet reacted were like wheat in a wheat field, and they were easily cut down to the ground, and the ghost scythes of the Grim Reaper were directly aimed at the soul, for these demon creeps, with just a slight wave, their weak souls would be taken away.

The rift in the Dead Realm opened in the sky, like a passage to the other world, and the three demon warships cruising in the sky didn't even have time to slow down before the rift that suddenly appeared, and they crashed headlong into the Dead Realm, and the strange world stripped the souls of the demons who drove the battleships in an instant, and then captured the steel battleship and let it "land" on the vast wilderness of the Dead Realm in a parabolic attitude.

And in the middle of this battlefield chasing the north, the Death Lord, who was still wielding his sword in the fallen court of Asuna 20 minutes ago, was now as obedient as a quail, standing in place with his hands tied, not saying a word, not even blinking his eyes, as if he were a sculpture.

And the little star hid behind Luminas in fear, she looked at the big lord who suddenly appeared in front of her with the same eyes as the Great Demon King of the World, the slender back was obviously an elf like Luminas, but as long as he was not blind, he could easily feel the difference between the two, and the little star with black and gray on his face asked cautiously:

"Crazy woman, who is this?"

"Quiet! Don't talk! ”

Luminas scolded:

"Honorable Boss is here, we are not qualified to speak, especially you... Shut up! ”

This scolding made Little Star's mouth puff up, but considering that Tyrion's appearance was so amazing, she didn't say anything, but reflexively crouched on the ground and began to observe the ghost who was bound by evil energy and unconscious.

As for Tyrion, the High Lord did feel a hint of anger at Luminas's uneasiness, but when he actually arrived at this place, he became curious about his surroundings and the demon lord in front of him.

He stood in front of Hasabel, who was kneeling on the ground, bound by the energy of death, and he looked at the Ereda demon, and he whispered:

"You're new here, aren't you?"

Hassabel kept her head down and didn't speak, back in the days of Argus, she had heard that a Death Knight named Tyrion was powerful, but now she saw it with her own eyes... Can a guy of this level only be called "awesome"? Those bastards who gossip are going to kill her now.

"Buzz"

A black-red energy sword appeared in Tyrion's hand, he used the sharp blade against Hassabel's chin, and lifted the face of this well-maintained Ereda Demon Lord, he calmly looked at the pair of eyes with a hint of fear, then stretched out his other hand, snapped his fingers lightly, and the next moment, in the rotation of the dark vortex of the Dead Realm, a sneaky draenei death knight walked out of it, and then stood beside the Great Lord in a very dog-legged posture.

Tyrion asked without looking back:

"She's new, right?"

The summoned draenei death knight looked at Hasabel in front of him with his gray eyes, and Hasabel was also looking at him, although his appearance had changed, Hasabel still felt that he should know the obscene draenei in front of him, and the outline of his face was familiar.

"Yes, High Lord!"

The draenei death knight rubbed his hands together and said to the High Lord with a vivid flattering smile:

"This guy's name is Hassabelle, and she's a former portal keeper in the world of Argus, a greedy bastard, and a loyal dogleg of Kil'Gardan, but with all due respect, High Lord, it's better to keep this guy alive than to kill her..."

"Huh?"

Tyrion let out a confused nasal sound, and the Draenei Death Knight beside him immediately explained:

"Hasabel can become the guardian of the portal, in addition to her luckier and more sycophant, but also thanks to her study experience at the Makeret School of Magic and Wizardry, although her attainments in space and astrology are not as good as mine, but the Great Lord, she is indeed very familiar with the rules of star teleportation, and she also has the ability to repair large portals..."

The draenei death knight glanced at Hasabelle, and with a flick of his tail, he said to the High Lord:

"And I, I need an assistant too... It would have taken me years to build a portal from Azeroth to Marton on my own, even if I already had the exact coordinates, but with her help, it would have been much shorter! ”

"Hmm... All right. ”

Tyrion thought for a moment, then withdrew his black-red sword, flicked his fingers, and turned to his followers:

"Well, she has been handed over to you, my master craftsman of Marzac, and I hope to hear good news from you soon... Go to work. ”

At this moment, Hassabelle, who was bound by death energy and waiting for death, raised her head suddenly, she stared viciously at the draenei death knight in front of her, and she scolded in a low voice:

"Malzak, I knew, you traitor! It's a shame that you have betrayed the legion and taken refuge in the dead! ”

"Shut up, Hasabel!"

With a new body and new powers, Malzac unceremoniously grabbed Hassabelle's arm and rudely dragged the Eredar Demon Lord towards the portal to the Dead Realm, and as he walked, he cursed:

"If it weren't for the fact that we were fellow graduates of Makere, do you think I would have bothered to save you? You have no idea the true attitude of the Great Lord towards demons, and if it weren't for your usefulness, your soul would have been thrown into the soul oven of the Dead Realm, or worse... Sold to those insatiable neurosorcers... Let me conclude by asking, you don't intend to live as a slave for the rest of your life, do you? ”

Hearing this, thinking about Tyrion's true strength, Hassabel was decisively instigated, it was like this, greedy guys by nature are generally very desperate for their lives, coupled with the painful experience of being abandoned by Kilgardan, a strange idea suddenly appeared in Hassabelle's heart.

Maybe... It's not an unacceptable thing to change the boss, anyway, it's all miserable, no matter how bad the treatment is, it's much better than now.

This person, once the mentality changes, the way of thinking about problems will naturally change.

Hassabel stole a glance at Tyrion's grim back, and she asked in a whisper:

"Tell me honestly, Malzak, do you think these necromancers can win against the Legion?"

"I don't know, little Hasabel."

The Death Knight Malzac shrugged his shoulders as he threw Hassabel into the Vortex Gate of the Dead Realm, a wicked smile on his lips:

"But you don't have a choice, do you?"

On the other side, Tyrion walked up to the sculpture-mounted Luminas, his ice-blue eyes staring at his subordinates, and the Luminas standing in front of him did not squint, standing there with his hands tied up in the posture of a standard dark-bladed soldier, behaving like a trump card soldier on standby, without the slightest shame in his previous humiliating posture.

"Ugh..."

Tyrion sighed very humanly, and he waved his hand:

"You've lost all the face of the Darkblade Legion... I'm too lazy to reprimand you, Lumi, and you'd better think about how to deal with the war council's questioning. ”

Luminas, who had a serious face, suddenly lost her face when she heard the word "question", and she grabbed Tyrion's wrist like a coquette, and muttered:

"Don't, Boss, I know you're the most merciful, if I'm really thrown into the interrogatory, the Black Hand and the old warlords of Sarufar will definitely skin me and cramp! For the sake of my great contribution to the Dark Blade this time, spare me! ”

"Huh?"

Tyrion, whose face was indifferent, glanced at Luminas:

"Great merit? I don't see much credit for it other than seeing you flee in fright... With only 2 demon lords, you may not be able to defeat them, but don't tell me that you still need to call for help in the face of such an enemy? Or do you want to ask me for help directly? Do you know how busy I am every day? ”

"You can definitely escape."

Miss Luminas pouted and said:

"But it can be very painful and even more humiliating to be beaten up and beaten up... But then again, I've found the Tide Stone! ”

The Death Lord took a step forward and pulled aside the little star who was crouching there holding his head trembling because he felt the terrifying aura of death on Tyrion at close range, and then pointed to the unconscious ghost prince on the ground, and said to the High Lord:

"Him! He must know where the Tidestone is, and it's to save him that I had to call for help, boss. ”

Luminas defended herself:

"The demon's siege will definitely not kill me, but if I don't ask for help, this important person will be snatched away by the demon, and at that time, it will be difficult for us to snatch it back."

"Wait!"

Tyrion didn't pay attention to the ghost prince lying unconscious on the ground, instead, he turned his gaze to the little star who was hiding on the side with a frightened face, like a frightened little beast, he looked at the little blue dragon, the little star's magic disguise could not hide the vision of the great lord at all, and after a moment, the big lord whispered:

"A pure-blooded blue dragon that doesn't belong to the Demon Hub, interesting... What is your name? Child. ”

"Her name is Little Star! A silly name. ”

Luminas hurriedly answered in place of Little Star, but was glared at by Tyrion, and immediately shrugged her head and stood aside, probably aware of Tyrion's kindness, Little Star raised her head tremblingly, looking at the man in front of her with a temperament like a sea of light, she bit her lip, put her finger on her left shoulder, and whispered with dragon etiquette:

"My name is Stella Gossah, the mighty Necromantic Master, and on behalf of the dragons of the Azure Habitat, I would like to express my gratitude and respect to you, and we have no intention of getting involved in anything that concerns you."

"Oh? Stella Gossa? It seems that you are indeed called "Little Star". ”

Tyrion smiled, a twinkle in his eyes, and he asked:

"What is your relationship with the Lord of Magic, the Blue Dragon King Malygos?"

Hearing the name, Little Star jerked her head up, and after seeing Tyrion's cold gaze, she hurriedly lowered her head, and she whispered:

"The mighty Malygos is my grandfather's brother... According to my grandfather, before the Battle of the Ancients, he had a premonition of some calamity, and then he quarreled with Malygos, so he took some of his people to the remote city of Asura... Until now, nearly 10,000 years have passed. ”

"So, your grandfather is still alive?"

Tyrion narrowed his eyes:

"Is that a blue dragon as old as Marigo, or even older?"

"Yes!"

Little Star puffed up his chest proudly and said to Tyrion:

"At the time of the call of the Titan Guardian Tyr, the Five-Colored Dragon King led his people to fight with Tyr against the fallen ancient ancestor Gallakron, my grandfather has been fighting for the maintenance of the world, after Malygos became the Blue Dragon King, my grandfather Senagos is the most powerful and intimate supporter of the Blue Dragon King, according to the bloodline, I am also the princess of the Blue Dragon Clan... Although we have completely broken with our compatriots, the glory of the bloodline is still there! ”

"Yo, the stupid and ignorant little star is still a little princess."

Luminas, who was sitting on the stone on the side, snorted disdainfully, waking the little star from that stubborn pride, she hurriedly lowered her head, but Tyrion became more and more interested in the little star's race, everyone in the magical world of Azeroth knew that the blue dragon was currently the most withered dragon except for the black dragon, but who would have thought that in the barren land of the Broken Isles, there was actually a pure-blooded blue dragon race thriving?

If Malygos, who had fallen into madness, heard the news, maybe the autistic old mad dragon who had been struck by the withering race would dance happily in the Nexus...

But about the matter of the little star and the blue dragon group, that is to be considered later, and now, they can only be placed on the edge of the chessboard as a trick, and it doesn't play a big role.

"Lumi!"

Tyrion waved his finger:

"You take the Hellfire Warband and return to her clan with Little Star, and "invite" those pure-blooded blue dragons to live in the world of Draenor, and help them move by the way... I would arrange a perfect home for them there. ”

"Yes, Boss!"

Luminas jumped up from the stone, but she hesitated for a moment and said to the Boss:

"Little Star may like to brag, but her grandfather, that old blue dragon, is really hard to deal with, and I can't beat it alone."

"Huh? Still need to fight? ”

Tyrion looked at his subordinate suspiciously, and he glanced at the trembling little star again, and a peaceful smile hung on the corner of his mouth:

"This is the little star's own request to move, the lovely little princess has long been very dissatisfied with this barren land, she longs to see life in the big city, she longs to enjoy all that a princess should have, shouldn't Senagos, as a grandfather, fulfill the request of her precious granddaughter?"

"Am you right? Little star? ”

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