No matter what kind of cruel war, no matter what the purpose of this war, no matter what the cause of this war, child... Children are always innocent.

Tyrion is not a nosy person, he is dead, he has lost everything he has, but he still has his own bottom line, no normal person will watch innocent children being killed and be indifferent, Tyrion is just dead, he is not crazy.

During the night tour, he accidentally ran into these children who were being hunted and killed, and he decided to help them, and it was the orcs who were chasing them... It couldn't be better.

"Boom"

The panicked orc scout ran towards the forest, trying to escape from the sudden appearance of the evil star, but behind him, Tyrion swung his sword in the direction of his escape without looking, and the heavy and deadly frost storm smashed down the blade, touching the fleeing orc's body, and the blast of the wind froze his legs at extreme speed, sucking the heat from his body.

"Poof"

Tyrion swung his sword and beheaded the orc in front of him, he turned his head, his ice-blue eyes were cold, he raised his finger and hooked it, and the stinking blood gushed out of the runaway's wound, taking the last of his life.

"Puff"

In an instant, the ten-year-old orc knelt on the ground, his body smashed to the ground, splashing a layer of frozen dust, and his death was silent and meaningless.

And this brutal killing was witnessed by three children in the water.

In just 1 minute, 7 orcs and 7 war wolves disappeared under the sword of the black-armored knight riding the dragon, the strong orcs were like lambs to the slaughter in front of him, their counterattack didn't even touch his body, and in the blood splash, the knight killed all the orcs with amazing efficiency.

The blood ball suspended in the air was thrown to the ground by him in disgust, and... He looked back.

The ice-blue eyes gave off some kind of glow in the night, making Varian shudder, but before the children could speak, Tyrion's finger reached out in their direction, and the next moment, the blood-red death grip flew out of Tyrion's hand, clasped onto the bodies of the three children, and pulled them out of their hands in a whirlwind.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The prince and princess slammed into the soft ground, and Varian couldn't celebrate his escape, his sword clenched in his hand, because he could feel that the silent dark knight in front of him was more dangerous than the orcs!

He stood up tremblingly, dragging his wet clothes in front of Kalia and Arthas, his hands clenched on the hilt of his sword, and he looked at the knight in front of him, his throat rising up and down, representing his fear.

When Varian was massively using Tyrion, Tyrion also looked at the child in front of him, he was wearing gorgeous clothes and ribbons, which were decorations that only the royal family could use, and from his age, Tyrion probably knew his identity.

Varian. Urien, the exiled prince of the Stormwind Kingdom, will become the absolute core king of the alliance in the future, and the one who grabbed the corner of Varian's coat and hid behind him, looking at him in horror, has a little boy with beautiful blond hair, probably the famous Arthas. Minethiel.

A hint of strangeness flashed in Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, was this a fateful encounter?

The first Death Knight and the future second Death Knight...

For a moment, the idea of killing Arthas here jumped into Tyryon's mind, but he immediately rejected it.

As long as he dares to hurt Arthas and Varian, Tyrion is certain that within a day, he will be frantically besieged by the rampaging bronze dragon, and the fate of the two boys in front of him is too important, so important that if he changes a little, the future will be very different.

"Whew..."

Tyrion exhaled for the first time in a long time, shook his head, and turned away without saying a word.

"It's not time yet..."

Seeing the Dark Knight riding on the terrifying zombie dragon, Varian put it down in his heart, and just as Tyrion was flying with the zombie dragon, Varian suddenly put down his sword and shouted to him:

"It doesn't matter who you are... Thank you! ”

The gratitude made Tyrion pause, a smile on his lips, and the next moment, the zombie dragon let out an ugly roar, flapping its shriveled wings full of holes, and flew into the dark sky.

In less than 2 minutes, the dwarven prince with blood and scraps of flesh on his armor appeared beside the prince and princess on a war sheep, and seeing that the three little ones were safe and sound, Muradin's heart was relieved, but he soon noticed the cruel killing field around the princes, and from the eyes of an old warrior, there was definitely a brutal massacre here.

"You certainly didn't do that, Varian..."

Muradin stepped forward, patted the prince's shoulder, who was shivering in the cold wind, and asked in a low voice:

"Who helped you?"

"A knight! Mentor, it's a dark knight who helped us! ”

The frightened Princess Kalia, who was holding him in his arms, looked up the prince of Arthas, and after the fear had died away, the child was somewhat overjoyed, and he had witnessed and participated in a legendary story, and he replied quickly:

"He rode a dragon! Mentor, a dead dragon! It also moves, its eyes are red, and that knight's eyes are blue, like ice! ”

Varian thought for a moment, then added:

"He's like a mage, he fights with frost, but he can also control blood, and I see him draw a lot of blood out of orcs! Oh yes, that's still an elf! I saw his pointed ears. ”

"The hammer of the forge is on it!"

Muradin let out a very dwarven exclamation, and he was a little afraid, from Arthas's description, it was clearly a death knight... But hell, how could a Death Knight help the Alliance? That's tribal crumbs!

For a moment the question was thrown there, which was the style of the dwarves, so the next moment Muradin said to the children:

"It's great that you're safe, come! I'll send you to the camp, and I'll help Dasohan. ”

You see, even the forces of evil can be used in the right way, for example, on this night, the Death Knight became a hero to the children, even if they didn't even know his name.

On the other side, just as the siege of Lordaeron was at its most frenzied, a significant event was underway in the Stratholm region, not far from the Tirisfa, in the rear army of the Horde led by Sarufar.

Due to the failure of Quel'Thalas's attack, which led to the death of the Dragonmaw chieftain Zuluhid, the Dragonmaw clan was divided, and not all Dragonmaw orcs were willing to accept Orgrim's orders, in which case the legion formed the majority of the Gul'dan Tyranny Clan and the Gurgal's Twilight Hammer Clan.

Sarufar didn't see anything wrong with this, in his opinion, Gul'dan had been destroyed by Tyrion, and he didn't have much of a threat anymore, but the Overseers had forgotten a problem... Gul'dan was a warlock, and a warlock didn't die so easily.

"Uh... uh..."

Sarufar awoke from his most painful slumber, his head aching, as if he had been hit head-on by the Draenei War Elephant Knight, but soon he recovered from the pain, and he tried to flip his body, but his wrist felt cold, and he moved his wrist.

"Bang"

The sound of metal clashing made his eyes widen, and the Orc Overseer looked down to see his body chained to a cold stone, his whole body weak and painful, as if he was dehydrated, which was obviously... Poisoned.

He struggled to raise his head, trying to make a sound, but his mouth was covered with a rag, and he could only make a faint snort, and at the beginning of dawn, he soon saw the orcs who had been gathered, mostly orcs and ogres of the Tyranny Clan and the Twilight Hammer Clan, and he had a hunch... Something's about to happen.

"What a nasty sunshine..."

Gul'dan still looks like an old dragon clock, and although he used the magic of a warlock to transform this body to make it look exactly like his former self, the hidden smell of corpses still makes Gul'dan's mood unpleasant.

But no matter what, the long-prepared plan is about to be executed, which makes Gul'dan have a unique expectation in his heart.

He walked up to the high platform in the camp step by step, and behind him, his apprentice Gugar was as deferential as before.

Standing under the high platform of the sun, Guldan's dark red eyes looked at the thousands of orcs and ogres gathered in front of him, he coughed lightly, his fingers moved slightly, and his magic burst out, and the next moment, his voice spread throughout the entire camp.

"Orcs of the Raiding Clan!"

"The ogres of the Twilight Hammer clan..."

"I am Gul'dan, you all know me, I am the leader of the Shadow Council, the ancestor of the Warlocks, I built the Dark Gate and saved you from the dying world, and I led you into the Stormwind Kingdom and occupied the first territory for the tribe to recuperate!"

"I was supposed to be a hero of the tribe! Blackhan. The Black Hand thinks so too, but alas, Orgrim has taken the position of Great Chief in a despicable way! He slaughtered the Shadow Council, which was vital to the Horde, and allowed the orcs to use their precious lives to fulfill their arrogant fantasies! ”

"That's a tyrant! That's a madman! You all know that! ”

Gul'dan's dangerous words widened the eyes of Sarufar, who was bound in the shadows, and the curses that Tyrion had shouted as he left Quel'Thalas...

"Gul'dan will steal the victory of the Horde, just as you stole my victory!"

Sarufar thought it was just the unwillingness of the losers, but now it seems that the death knight... Maybe you have already guessed all this!

And Guldan's provocation and provocation continued.

"That's Ogrim's conquest, what does that have to do with us? Who is responsible for you, all of you who have been geniuses who have practiced warlock magic, who is responsible for the fact that you should have easily destroyed everything in front of you with your strength, but now you are forced to fight like a rude warrior? ”

Guldan's voice became sinister:

"It's Orgrim! It's our "Great Chief", I would say, shouldn't we, as warlocks, seek power? What normal person would lock their power in a box and not use it? I, Gul'dan, the first warlock, am here, I assure you that we don't need to endure all this anymore! ”

"I have discovered the supreme secret of this world! I'm going to take you on a journey to find it! Believe me... As a Warlock, as a leader, I have never failed the members of the Shadow Council, and now, I will not disappoint you! ”

"To hell with Orgrim's conquest!"

"Next, we have to make a choice for our future! Those who are willing to follow me and pursue great power raise their hands! ”

"Boom"

The Raiding Clan was established by Gul'dan, and the orcs who had studied warlock magic and were forced to give up were all brought together, and in any force, there were people who were dissatisfied with the status quo, and they were Gul'dan's natural supporters.

As for the truth about the Twilight Hammer clan... It was a group of hidden cultists, who only obeyed the orders of Gugar, and now, Gugar was standing by Gul'dan, and it was self-evident how to choose.

As for those who are unwilling to obey... Warlocks will not show mercy, of course, if Zuluhid of the Dragonthroat Clan had not died, Guldan's betrayal would not have gone so smoothly, the Dragonthroat Clan has the largest number of people, and that is also an important force used by Sarufar to counterbalance Guldan.

But the knife that Miss Luminas slashed in the forest of Quel'Salas really did Gul'dan a great favor!

Looking at the full array of arms in front of him, Gul'dan smirked, he turned his head and gave a dangerous smile to Sarufar, who was frantically struggling.

"Let's go! Brothers, rebuild the Shadow Council! Let the tribe die! When we come back, this world, all the worlds... It's all in our pockets! ”

"Burn it down here, take all the supplies with you... Let's go! ”

When the first flames danced in the camp, a desperate Sarufar shouted in his heart:

"No!"

"Gul'dan! Traitor! I'll kill you!!! ”