Tyrion didn't think about entering the realm of death with his most capable Death Lords.

But this idea is unrealistic, first of all, the Dead Realm is not open to every undead, it is a special place, and if you force your way into it without permission, you will soon be "counterattacked" by that world.

Endless Dementors and the horrors behind them can easily snatch the soul of a weakened Deathlord, and once they die in that world, no matter how powerful the undead are, they will truly die forever.

Secondly, there is a very special rule in the Dead Realm, even if you enter it from the same entrance, there is a high chance that you will be separated and sent to different places, and from the current understanding of the Dead Realm, once you are separated in that place, it means a very tragic end.

Therefore, this adventure that is likely to never be returned can only be carried out by him himself, and Tyrion's advantage is that he has a special sense with the little ghost Yuna, after entering the Dead Realm, he can vaguely perceive the direction of Yuna, and once Yuna is found, with the abilities attached to the strange doll Noor, the two of them can immediately break free from the shackles of the Dead Realm.

But... This is also an ideal situation.

Although Tyrion promised the other worried lords and his wife and daughter that he would return as soon as he found Yuna, judging from the words Yuna left when she left, Tyrion could realize that this rescue was likely to be the time for him to make a final choice with the Dead Realm.

In other words, the long quest will eventually come to an end.

The ownership of the borderlands of the Dead Realm, the Third Hell of Azeroth, will be decided in this grand adventure... It's a big gamble, the winner gets everything, but if he loses, Tyrion will most likely be assimilated into that world, and he may not be able to come back at all.

Therefore, before leaving, the Great Lord also made arrangements for everything in the future.

"You are my most trusted subordinates..."

In front of the rift between the Emerald Sanctuary of Druswa and the Realm of the Dead, all irrelevant people were dispersed, leaving only the heavily armed High Lord and a few Death Lords who had come to protect him.

Tyrion was dressed very... Uh, very "cool".

He wore a suit of light armor, four pistols filled with holy silver bullets stuck in a metal and leather belt, and four bottles filled with red liquid hanging from his waist.

That's the more dangerous kind of fire oil.

Behind him, he carried two assault rifles, and in the ring in his hand was filled with dangerous explosives, as well as a sufficient amount of holy silver bullets and heavy firepower to use if necessary, and from a soldier's point of view, he was armed to the teeth.

There was no fear or worry in Tyrion's eyes, and he had a vague premonition that he had been preparing for this for a long time as the day he met Yuna.

In front of him were the first Death Lords to follow him, Glokush, Roglio, Luminas, Iriel, and Silent, who had a low presence but had an important mission.

Tyrion's gaze swept over everyone in front of him, even the always crazy Luminas was very cautious at this moment, they were all the real high-level of the Darkblade, and they could all realize the deep meaning attached to this conversation.

"I won't say anything superfluous, I've already handed over my follow-up planning to Aurelia and Myra, if I really... Anyway, they'll take care of everything, and I'll give you a task as the de facto controller of the Darkblade Legion. ”

The Great Lord closed his eyes slightly, and after a moment he spoke:

"If there is no news of me within a month, then several warbands deployed in Northern Xinjiang and Northrend will immediately go north... The goal of the battle is very simple, first, to destroy the undead scourge forces on the spot! Take over the Helm of Domination and Frostmourn, then station in place at Icecrown and Stormcliffs, making them an eternal forbidden place where no living creature is allowed to approach them! ”

"Second, take over the vast army of the undead left behind by the Lich King, then destroy the Red Dragon Legion entrenched in the Temple of Dragon's Sleep and the Blue Dragon Legion in the Borean Tundra, and then capture the Scorching Rainbow, transport it back to Draenor, and give it to the court of Babel, where Reich and her Weapon Technician will be responsible for weaponizing it... Once the Burning Legion invades Azeroth again, throw this thing into their biggest portal! ”

"Third, after completing the first two combat objectives, we will mobilize several warbands to go to the southern frontier of Kalimdor to find the hidden Titan Secret Land of Odum, an important facility called the Origin Forge must be controlled by us, and any creature who dares to approach it... Kill! ”

"Do you get it?"

The High Lord asked softly, and all the Death Lords raised their arms in unison and hammered them in their chests.

This made Tyrion nod in satisfaction, and he took out a battle plan and handed it to the most serious Glokush, instructing:

"This is the final order to Dai Lin and the Death Fleet, after you have taken control of the Storm Crags, hand it over to Dai Lin, and he will know what to do."

"Boss, the Forgotten Kings..."

Glorio whispered:

"What do they do?"

Tyrion glanced at Rog, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said:

"Someone will watch them for me... If they do something against my will, their presence is not necessary... I've told you more than once about the place of the Darkblade Future in Azeroth. ”

"I'll say it one last time, we are overseers, we have the most powerful force in the world, but this force is not used to destroy the world, although the living are short-sighted and can't see the real danger, they are ignorant and impulsive, and they are dominated by all kinds of ** to fight each other, tearing each other like beasts, but without them, the world will become a pool of stagnant water..."

"Control your inner desire for destruction, gentlemen, you are the protectors and executors I have cultivated, and I believe that your wisdom is enough to discern the waves ahead."

"But the Darkblade must have a home!"

Tyrion clenched his fists, and he looked at the Lords of Death in front of him, as if he was entrusting the future:

"If I fail, then you must inherit this mission, I have recorded all the strategic-level weapons in my memory, you can go and find them, and when the accumulated strength is enough, Anhald... The Valkyrie leader I left behind will take you to the Abyss of Hades or Hades, it will be a terrible war, but... If the third hell is not destined to belong to us..."

"Then the country of shadows controlled by Hela, and the Hades controlled by Bonsandy, are the positions that Darkblade must take, and there will also be the hope of Darkblade, which is our last self-salvation..."

"Always remember... Friends, brothers. ”

"Always remember that our cause... It's just! ”

Tyrion turned his head, he looked at the black crack behind him, reflecting a faint blue light, he stretched out his hand, and the moment he touched the mist, the crack burst open, and the spirit wind of the dead world blew out of it, causing the hair of the death lords behind Tyrion to be blown up, and the death energy in their bodies rolled, resisting the strange power in front of them.

Between his white hair, the Great Lord of the Dark Blade looked back at his companions one last time, gave them a cold, unwarm smile, and then turned and jumped into it.

Looking at Tyrion's figure engulfed in darkness, Luminas subconsciously took a step forward and stretched out his hand to grab him, but was stopped by Roglio.

"He'll be back!"

Rogge looked at the others and said in a stubborn voice:

"He has never let us down, he will definitely come back and give our leader some confidence, now, we just need to... Just wait with peace of mind! ”

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At the same time that Tyrion jumped into the realm of death, in the southern frontier of the continent of Kalimdor, at the southernmost point of the Great Desert of Silisus, in the reflection of the wall of beetles that towered over the sand for thousands of years, Vandal. The deerhelm was standing on a high platform.

Unlike usual, today's deer helmet is dressed in the druids' battle uniform, which is a leather armor enchanted with natural magic, backed by a scarlet cloak, and in the scorching sun, the figure of the deer helmet is pulled out of the sand.

Behind him, a large phalanx of boar-men, savage warriors obeying the guidance of the gods, their tall bodies clad in the heaviest armor of the Coalition, armed with razor-sharp steel weapons, and in leather pockets along their belts, loaded with powerful bombs.

They are savage, but they are also heroic, and it is these large numbers of boar warriors who make up the largest heavy infantry legion of the Coalition, and will serve as the vanguard of the Wormmen at the beginning of the war.

And on the flanks of the Boar People's position, there are cavalry and infantry of the Human Empire, they are wearing armor, but they are no longer holding ancient spears and knives, but a firearm that shines with metal light under the eyes, behind the infantry phalanx, is lined up, more than 600 artillery positions, although far less sharp than the artillery of the Darkblade Legion, this is already the most advanced artillery that the Hot Sand Consortium can come up with.

This is a new type of army that is embracing advanced concepts of warfare and implementing and learning from them in continuous warfare, and they will verify the results of their learning from the dark blade in this vast yellow sand.

On the other side of the boar people's phalanx, there is the orc and minotaur military formation, they are not equipped with as many firearms as the human army, but for these war races whose hand-to-hand combat ability is more powerful than humans, firearms are still new weapons that are difficult for them to adapt to, and they are more comfortable with the battle axes and swords in their hands.

The Night Elves' Sentinel Legion was distributed in the rear of the main front as a mobile force, with a dozen of their iconic War Trees and a company of Mountain Giant allies, and many more were tall horned horses pulling wooden carriages, and on the carriages stood black heavy machine guns, controlled by the best and bravest sentinels, and around each machine gun, there were elite marksmen armed with horned eagle bows for accurate kills.

The three phalanx huntress mounted on the Panthers, still armed with moonblades and wearing insect armor, but at the behest of the coalition forces, each of them was armed with a bayonet-laden shotgun replica of the Hot Sand Consortium.

In the air, a large floating island suspended under the scorching sun, it is the rebuilt city of Dalaran, warlocks and mages have joined the imminent war at the request of the Empire, and the newly trained warlocks and mages from the High Elves of Eresaras City will work together with nearly 100 goblins, two phalanx of Imperial Griffin Knights, and five phalanx of Elves Horned Eagle Beast Knights to clear the airspace and ensure that the ground army will not be disturbed by the nasty wingworms.

From a distance, this is a super army mixed with multiple races, and in front of this super large army array of more than 150,000 people, even the fiercest winds of the Great Desert of Silysus are not worth mentioning.

In the fortress of Cenarion in the center of the desert, there is also a reserve army of 100,000 people, led by the kings of various countries, the orc overseers, and the boar priests, this huge reinforcement army can rush to the front line in 40 minutes if necessary, but there is a reason why they stay in the rear, in the battle of the quicksand thousands of years ago, the wormmen used huge tunnel worms to carry out rear raid battles.

Therefore, the 100,000 people left in the fortress must defend the fortress headquarters, so as not to be cut off by the worms during the fierce battle on the front line, but in the nearly 10 days of purge, the three largest insect hives of Silisus have been completely destroyed by a huge amount of explosives, although there are still insects in the central area of the desert, but they can no longer pose an effective threat to the army.

In the Marshallese camp in the Angolo crater, a more distant logistics base, the Blightburner druids are constantly giving birth to plants in this basin, and forest spirits and powerful progenitor thorn beasts are constantly appearing, but because the climate of the great desert is too harsh for these plant life, it directly leads to this large number of vegetative army, which can only be used as a surprise soldier in times of danger...

In that extremely arid environment, even a super strong thorn beast will die quickly due to dehydration, but with the support of a steady stream of forest spirit troops, it is absolutely impossible for Cenarion Fortress to fall, even in the worst-case scenario, even if the front line is defeated, the fortress and logistics base can be used as the second line of defense, stopping the Zerg at the southern end of the desert.

This is also the confidence of the coalition forces to send a super-large legion at one time, and they can afford to lose until the trees of the entire Angolo crater and the Filas wilderness are consumed.

The deer helmet, armed with the quicksand scepter, glanced back at the silent legion in the yellow sand behind him, every soldier here had dealt with the bugs in the battle to clear the hive, they knew how disgusting and terrible bugs were, but they still stood here.

It's like the Cadore Legion he commanded thousands of years ago...

"This time... It's different. ”

Deer Helmet clenched his fists, he stood on the high platform of the Beetle Wall, behind him, is the "switch" of the Beetle Wall, a worm gong, once it is struck with the quicksand scepter full of dragon power, then this quaint high wall, will collapse in an instant, and the fallen kingdom that has been sealed behind the wall for a thousand years will also see the light of day.

It used to be the scene he hated the most, but now, he wanted to take the initiative to complete it.

Deerhelm took a deep breath, he raised the quicksand scepter as if he were raising a war hammer, and the next moment, his voice was heard throughout the desert.

"Soldiers..."