"Whoa"

Unlike the living dragon, the Necrosaurus has a faint voice in the air and relies more on magic than on its red periosteum wings, but when it lands, the Necrosaurus is not as agile as the dragon.

Presumably the self-proclaimed "death knell", the red dragon Auguste Deltaz was not used to the dead body, and when it fell to the ground, it knocked over several abandoned tents, and the dust that was flapping was earth-shattering.

"Huh"

Luminas was the first to jump from behind the necromantic dragon, holding the rune sword in her hand, and looked at the figure standing in the darkness of the tent opposite with an unkind face, undisguised her malice, no one likes to be used as a gun, even a dead person.

The other Death Knights also jumped off the dragon's back, standing beside Luminas with their monstrous weapons in hand, and a wave of hatred for the enemy burst out on the ground at the edge of the Dark Gate, but Tyrion was very calm, he handed the magic sword behind him to Rogerio, and even walked straight to the tent in front of him without even wearing armor.

The Death Knight wore a black shirt on his upper body, trousers for a hunting suit on the bottom, and deerskin boots on his feet, and seriously, if it weren't for the strong aura of death wrapped around his body, as well as his ice-blue eyes that exuded cold air, and the decoration of two hideous skulls hanging from his chest in chains, everyone would have thought that this was a High Elf nobleman who came out to hunt, not a dangerous dead.

As with his relaxed attire, he faced Ms. Egwene and her husband, Neras, who had come on behalf of Medivan. Ella, Tyrion's demeanor is also very relaxed.

"I thought it was Mr. Medivan himself..."

Tyrion's eyes picked, looking at the two people in front of him who were not good-looking, and he whispered, "Let your old parents travel thousands of miles, Mr. Medivan is really unkind." ”

"Your misdeeds have made the Bronze Dragons angry, and they are trying to infiltrate Karazan's barrier, and this is all a good thing you did!"

Lady Egwene pulled her purple mage hat downwards to cover her unkind eyes, and she muttered:

"We are doing our duty in full, and you are violating..."

"Come on, don't say anything more about this kind of deception to children."

The Death Knight unceremoniously interrupted Egwene's accusations, his eyes twinkling dangerously, he reached out and grasped the blasphemous mark on his chest, and he whispered:

"Medivan and Merry. Winter Wind isn't here, since it's just the two of you, stop trying to provoke us, ma'am, you're doing something dangerous, you know, the Knights of the Darkblade won't necessarily lose by speaking with a sword in this place! ”

This naked threat made Egwen's face look very ugly, but Neras. Elan grabbed his wife's arm and motioned for her to calm down, and the ghost archmage stepped forward and looked at Tyrion, who said in a businesslike tone:

"Now that we've reached the Gate of Darkness, take out what we should have given us!"

"Take it, it's a gesture of kindness."

Tyrion snorted and hooked his fingers, and Nassa, the heavily armed Blood Warden, broke through the shadows and appeared beside the Death Knight, handing Tyrion a long wooden box before disappearing silently.

This scene caused Egwen and Elan to take a step back at the same time, and it was clear that they both recognized Nassa's identity.

"Watcher!"

Egwen's voice was tinged with surprise: "We really underestimate you that you have such a character under your command." ”

"You don't know more about me and my Order than Medivan, ma'am."

Tyrion handed her the wooden box containing the Scepter of Sargeras, and said meaningfully:

"I'm not bluffing, I said it, if we fight here, we won't necessarily lose... I'm sure I'll take at least one of you's head, and guess who I'll kill first? ”

Igwene ignored Tyrion's threat, she took a step back and opened the wooden box in her hand, the scepter of Sargeras, wrapped in dark energy, lay quietly in the velvet underlay, she reached out and closed the wooden box, and placed it in the storage ring, she looked at Tyrion with a strange gaze, and after a moment, she whispered:

"Khadgar, Garona, the deal is complete, come out."

"Boom"

Two figures appeared behind the mages, Khadgar wielding the Guardian Staff with undisguised hostility, while the other figure made Tyrion frown, it was none other than the Shadow Council's ever strongest assassin, the orc Garona.

Archmage Elam looked at Tyrion, and he shook his head:

"I didn't think you would hand over the scepter so neatly, so, you see, we're prepared."

"You can calmly accept the murderer of your son, and you are really tolerant."

Tyrion's voice became low, with a hint of mockery, and he tilted his head to look at Garona, who was hiding behind Khadgar, and there was a fierce glint in his eyes:

"But Miss Garona, you haven't forgotten what I said the last time we met, right?"

With Tyrion's voice, the death knights standing outside the tent stepped forward in unison, the runes on the weapons in their hands lit up, and the necromantic dragon lying on the ground also stood up, staring at the mages in front of them.

The atmosphere became tense at this moment, and Tyrion reached out to take the magic sword that Rogerio handed him, and he swung its blade in the air, and in a screech, he pointed it at the ugly orc assassin.

"The others can go, and then, I'm going to talk to Miss Garona about some of our little festives..."

"I didn't do it voluntarily! I hate Gul'dan more than anyone else! ”

Galona waved her hands and explained:

"I'm just trying to be free, I'm forced to be helpless!"

"What does it have to do with us that you're forced to do nothing?"

Tyrion brutally interrupted Garona's explanation, and he said in a cold voice:

"If you do something wrong, you have to be mentally prepared to pay the price, you appeared in front of me with such fanfare, maybe you are sure that the mages will protect you, right?"

"Do you think they can really protect you?"

This sentence made the three mages clench their staffs in unison, and Egwen said in a deep voice:

"Calm down! Tyrion, we don't know about your feud with Garona, and we don't want to ask about it, but I don't think your most urgent thing right now is to fight us, right? ”

Khadgar also exclaimed:

"Since you're going to Draenor, let's go, the bronze dragon is coming!"

"You're threatening us with bronze dragons?"

Tyrion stepped forward, and a purple magic vortex burst out from under his feet, blocking his progress, and the Death Knight, whose body was wrapped in an icy aura, stared at the mages in front of him:

"You dare to threaten me?"

"It's not a threat, it's just telling the truth!"

There was a purple light wrapped around Elan's fingers, and he said meaningfully: "Maybe the next moment the bronze dragons besieging Karazan will find you and your knights, the bronze dragons who master the timeline are so weird, who knows what they will do?" ”

"It's like you once told us... In fact, you can bet, Tyrion, bet that the Bronze Dragon won't find you, bet that you will escape safely under the siege of the Bronze Dragon, do you dare bet? ”

The atmosphere in the tent froze to the extreme, and after a few seconds, the coldness on the Death Knight's face suddenly disappeared, and with a peaceful smile, he took a step back and put the hissing magic sword back behind his back.

He took one last look at the mages in front of him, and he turned and stepped into the midst of the Death Knights.

"You're lucky this time, Garona, take care of your own life, you won't have that luck next time, and you, the mages of Karazan, take care of the Scepter of Sargeras, maybe that ominous thing will bring you something bad... After all, who can say anything about fate? ”

"Let's go!"

"It's time to go to Draenor."

And just as the Death Knights and mages were "talking", above the Dark Gate, a strange flying machine was circling the Dark Gate, and the dwarf engineer Ella was manipulating the flying machine while using her engineering goggles to check the situation below.

This kind of reconnaissance work should have been done by the more flexible griffin knights, but when the Blackstone Orcs raided the Alliance camp, the griffin knights suffered heavy losses, and some knights were transferred to the Scorching Canyon to support the Copperbeard Dwarves and Black Iron Dwarves in the war, which led to a lack of scouts in the Alliance vanguard army that had entered the Black Swamp.

And Ella, a dwarf engineer who has made great achievements in saving many wounded on the battlefield, in this case, shoulders the task of reconnaissance and guidance for the Alliance army.

It's an easy job, the scattered orcs don't have an air force at all, so Ella's reconnaissance won't be attacked at all, the only threat is the mutated vultures hovering over the black swamp, but the repeating muskets mounted on this gnome aircraft can easily disperse those pesky guys.

"Well, the orcs continue to retreat, and the Dark Gate is calm!"

The little dwarf Ella circled around the Dark Gate several times, and found no special circumstances, she nodded with satisfaction, pulled up the joystick, and planned to return there, but just as her flying machine flew over the abandoned tribal camp outside the Dark Gate, several active shadows suddenly appeared in Ella's vision.

She carefully adjusted the resolution of the telescope, and soon saw the shadows on the ground, which were some strange warriors in black armor, men and women, and mage-like guys, and she also saw the elves in the center surrounded by those warriors, the gray-white hair, and the iconic ears, which immediately reminded Ella of the good friend she had made on the battlefield, the elven ranger captain Aurelia. Windranger.

"How do these elves get mixed up with orcs?"

Ella muttered, she lowered her height, intending to take another look, but soon, she noticed that those strange creatures were riding on a fleshless bone dragon, and the cold hairs on the back of Ella's neck suddenly stood on end as the bone dragon flapped its bone wings and flew up.

She recognized the dragon, she recognized the identity of these guys!

"It's those Death Knights! It's the Death Knights who captured Old Mr. Lothar! ”

The little gnome scrambled to grab the communicator in the cockpit, this thing was a creation of dwarf engineering, much like a walkie-talkie from another world, she pressed the call button, nervously reported to the commander of the alliance stronghold in the rear:

"General Danas, it's me, Ella... Right! The gnome in charge of the scout, I found the Death Knight! Right! It's the Death Knight who captured Mr. Lothar, the dragon! The bone dragon, I recognize it! ”

Ella knew that she had done a great job, the two most important things in the alliance at the moment, the first was to find a way to close the dark door, and the second was to find the missing Marshal Lothar at all costs, the little dwarf was very excited, she had already imagined the scene of herself becoming a glorious league hero, and the scene when she returned to Nomorigen in style.

And the scene of her, a short man, standing in front of those rude Union soldiers giving orders, all of this made Ella a little fluttery, so that the little gnome, who should have been vigilant, forgot where she was.

And when she came back to her senses, she saw that the terrifying bone dragon had already flown towards her.

"Ahhh

Ella immediately blew up, pulled up the joystick, and the exhaust pipe of the dwarf aircraft spewed out a black smoke, which immediately accelerated and escaped towards the alliance's stronghold, but the next moment, the cold dark red light was accurately buckled on Ella's neck, and in Tyrion's malicious laughter, in Ella's panicked screams, the little dwarf was caught from the control compartment of the aircraft.

After a brief flight around the world, Ella was caught in Tyrion's hands, the little gnome's neck clasped by cold fingers, and she struggled with her hands like a young beast caught by a hunter, and let out a piercing scream.

"Yo, what did I catch?"

A hazy voice sounded in Ella's ears, terrifying the timid gnome, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Tyrion's blood-red eyes and his malicious expression.

"A little pink mouse, this is the first time I've ever seen a dwarf, brothers, do you think we ate her directly, suck her blood dry, or turn her into an ugly and disgusting corpse?"

"Yikes!"

Under this threat, Ella screamed hoarsely, rolled her eyes, and lost all consciousness.

This timid fellow... I was stunned.

This overreaction caused Tyrion to froze for a moment, and he casually threw the unconscious Ella to Luminas, and Miss Death Knight quickly held the pink-haired little dwarf in her arms as if she were holding a doll.

The captive was only a trivial episode, watching the pygmy flying machine that had lost its controller whirl in the air and crash to the ground, bursting into a bright flame on the dark red earth, Tyrion's gaze turned to the dark portal behind him, his hair was blown up in the hunting wind, he looked back at the black swamp hazy sky, and looked back at the world he was born in and lived in for 300 years.

"Let's go, it's time to leave."

"When we come back, this world, it's destined to be different..."