Stormwind, Midnight Garden District.

The Lords of Death, who had returned here in secret, had returned to their respective jurisdictions last night with a new, heavy mission, and the battlefield of the Arathi Heights was still tense and tense, but the undead commanders already knew that the war in the true sense of the word had come to an end, and that for the rest of the day, the Dark Blade would fall silent again and begin to nurture the power within.

Several engineering laboratories in the Black Iron District have received a large number of military orders, and in addition to the latest artillery, there are also new weapons proposed by the military, including cheap but extremely powerful self-detonating grenades for individual use, upgrades to the steam tanks used in large quantities by the Empire, and some extremely powerful weapons of destruction.

The number of its needs is far beyond the limits of the existing laboratories, so for a while, whether it is dwarf engineering or goblin engineering, the two circles are boiling like a depth charge has been dropped, and every day new engineering technicians rush to Darkfurnace City, and the foundry of the black iron dwarves, which was already running at full capacity, began to work even more crazy overtime with the support of great profits.

New foundry districts were rapidly built in the ruins of the Blackstone Tower, and the great merchants of the Black Iron Dwarves even sent flyers recruiting mechanics to the most remote western wilderness of the Difia Federal District, almost waving money to the hired farmers who had lost their jobs due to the appearance of undead laborers in their own factories.

Of course, this is not because of kindness, but because of very real problems... Undead labor is cheap, and if they could, the big bosses would be eager to fire every worker who needed pay and vacation, but the problem was that undead labor could only mechanically carry out the most basic industrial manufacturing, and when it came to tedious and groundbreaking positions, the undead were clearly not suitable.

For example, maintenance and repair of machinery, such as inspection of product condition, and design work, as well as some raw material blending work, these can only be carried out by the thinking of living people.

Although the gnomes initially refused to develop lethal weapons for the Darkblade Legion, with the rebuilding of the Techno City of Nomorigen, the gnomes needed a lot of money to upgrade their hometown, and there was no such thing as friendship in the competitive system established by the Darkblade.

The gnomes need money and can only earn it themselves, so after learning the hard way, some risky gnomes also secretly began the work of weapon research and development with the tacit consent of the craftsman council, which also led to the weapon development industry, which has always been monopolized by the goblins, was injected with new competition, and for a while, the contradiction between the two short races became more and more acute.

If you're an old resident of the Black Iron District, you only need to walk around the streets once a day, and you'll see at least a few drunken gnomes and goblin engineers scuffling together in the streets, and the brawl between these two weak races is like a rookie pecking at each other, which has almost become a "repertoire" in Darkhearth.

The High Council of the Difia Federal District was called to the Midnight Garden, and after a day's meeting behind closed doors, it also began to build wartime bunkers in various districts, of course, this was done hidden from the civilian population, and the officials began to hoard food and enough daily necessities, which for a time caused the market prices of the entire Federal District to fluctuate.

Some people with brains have already guessed the shadow of a larger war, the House of Commons is arguing about this matter every day, and the people, who are accustomed to the new system, want to see the truth, but helplessly, there are some things that they are not ready to accept.

In the Kazmodan district, the conflict between the emigrated Black Iron Dwarves and the local copperbeard dwarves was also forcibly stopped, and in the case of official intervention, the Ironforge Fort, which was badly damaged by the war, began to be rebuilt, and the secret passage to the Kazmodan Mountains was also discovered, and the necromancers began to clean up the entire Kazmodan district, and captured the frost-sideburn trolls who survived the war, as well as some members of the dwarven resistance group who were unwilling to be controlled, to prison.

The furnace was restarted, some dwarves who recognized the reality began to take the initiative to work for the undead, to earn wealth, a steady stream of weapons were produced, sent to the legions everywhere, the Dark Blade Legion in the ninth year of its establishment, finally relieved, those undead infantry after several war tests got new armor and weapons, finally no longer have to wield bone knives and wooden shields, and fight the enemy.

The two warbands were reassigned to the Draenor defense, and although the spatial rift in the sky of that small world had shrunk to the point where it was impossible to allow large portals to open easily, it was hard to say whether Akmund would remember the Draenor world that had caused the demons to sink into the sand, so Tyrion had to defend himself in his base camp as well.

It is worth mentioning that the Golem Factory belonging to the Black Iron Dwarves that has been transferred to the world of Draenor is in a stage of benign development, and the number of Golems stored by the Dark Blade has reached an astonishing number.

In the mansion of Midnight Garden, Tyrion is looking through the summary of the situation in various regions this month, although there are underground organizations that resist the rule of the undead in each place, but Tyrion has become accustomed to turning a blind eye, unless there is news of the defeat of the undead on the frontline battlefield, these sparse resistance groups will not be successful.

But just as he was about to finish, in the shadows behind him, a coiled darkness surged, and a moment later, a strange thing jumped out of the darkness, it was suspended in the air, like some kind of mutated octopus, with a purple head, and embellished with golden pendants, and the four tentacles danced in the air, hanging in the air little by little, approaching Tyrion.

The King of the Blades didn't seem to feel the creature, and after waiting for a moment, the ugly and twisted creature seemed to be unable to resist some kind of greed in his heart, and in the frenzied dance of his tentacles, he pounced on Tyrion's brain.

"Poof"

The disgusting juice splattered in all directions, and the moment it approached Tyrion, the dark thing seemed to be torn apart by a dozen sharp blades, the corrosive juice splashed in the air, blocked by an invisible wall, and scattered little by little on the ground.

It was only then that the King of the Dark Blades turned back to look at the Shadow Demon that had turned into a disgusting mass of minced flesh, this thing was the messenger of the Shadow, and for the priests who manipulated the power of the Shadow, this thing was a servant representing their will, and it was clearly a monster impregnated by the power of the Void.

Tyrion stretched out his hand, and between the dark red lines, a black crystal was taken out of the minced flesh, and he held it to his ear, and Saratas's sneaky and deep voice rang out at this moment:

"Good reflexes, it looks like I'm going to attack you, I'll have to be more prepared... My messenger has brought you news that there is movement in Enzos, those Nagas are gathering somewhere at the bottom of the sea, it is clear that they are preparing to attack an important person, Enzos is interested in his soul, and I heard that the guy has an unfulfilled pact with you..."

"Dai Lin?"

Tyrion's eyes narrowed, he stood up, tossed his work aside, and strode out of the room, the black crystal shining like a snowflake in the sun, quickly melting, but a faint spatial coordinate was already imprinted in Tyrion's mind.

"Dai Lin. Prodmoor... I've been waiting too long, your soul, the jewel of the son of the sea, the will that shines with infinite light, the will that shines endlessly, that is a treasure that can only belong to me! There are other people who dare to stretch out their hands in front of me... They are..."

"Self-defeating !!"

"Khadgar, bring your weapons, get Sarufar ready for battle, and come and pick me up... We've got to get out there. ”

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On the other side, on the endless sea, Dai Lin's fleet was slowly moving forward in the night, some unworthy sailors leaned on the deck and drank wine, and some sang songs, which was very vulgar, but in this dead night, accompanied by the surging waves, it could make people feel good.

And Dai Lin, who couldn't sleep, stood in his cabin, looking out the window at the calm sea shrouded in starlight and dark sky through the glass dotted with patina green borders, and every time he sailed on the sea, all his troubles would disappear, as he himself said, he may be born a son of the sea, his life, his soul, his everything, are the gifts of the sea.

But tonight, the sea has become a little stranger.

The magic placed on the battleship by the sages of the sea tide made any waves close to the sea kingship disappear, and the ship sailed on the water, as smooth as if it were on the earth, and there was no dizziness at all.

But the magic fluctuations of the magic circle arranged by the sages of the sea tide also concealed the shadows that slowly rose from below the surface of the sea on this quiet night.

It was some strange creatures that swam quickly under the dark water, like fish, and like sea snakes, their soft bodies were mostly pale green, with bright dorsal fins, and the women could still see the original beautiful faces, and the men simply turned into a distorted face, like snakes, but when you look closely, there is a trace of a dragon's outline.

They were numerous, as if endless, pouring out of the dim shadows of the seabed, swimming without making a sound, holding in their hands a glittering trident, or a staff of haunting water, on which a ray of thunder danced.

Behind those ant-like nagas, there is a huge octopus monster that seems to crawl out of the abyss, and ordinary octopuses, even the king octopus in the sea, will not be so large, and judging from the skin with purple rune spots that lingers on its body, this guy must have some unusual bloodline in his body.

Bloodline from the abyss.

At the bottom of the sea, you can see the fleet sailing quickly on the surface of the sea overhead, and the soft Naga silently follow behind the fleet, and the commander of this operation, two of Queen Aishra's personal maids, the powerful sea witch Lady Nazgar and the Siren Vaski, are under water to command the warriors loyal to Queen Azhara, and surround the fleet from all sides.

As high-ranking Naga, the upper body of these two ladies still retains the charm and beauty of being an upper-level elf, but the thick snake tail destroys this beauty, Vasqi holds a war bow in his hand, nods to Nazgar, the sea witch, in the dark water, and then quietly disappears into the darkness, she is a powerful assassin, the first wave of this operation will be set off by Vasqi.

The sea began to churn, and this scene immediately caught Dai Lin's attention, he opened the window and looked under the sea, and when he faintly saw a dark shadow of sleep in the starlight, Dai Lin's gaze immediately became dangerous.

As a maritime power, Kul Tiras has had a lot of dealings with Naga, and the Tide Empire from the deep sea has been trying to control the entire world's Endless Sea, but Naga rarely takes the initiative to attack an entire fleet, especially when the fleet is under the protection of the Tide Sages who can also drive the sea.

"Raise the alarm!"

Dai Lin rushed out of the room and shouted to the Grand Knight of Vikreth beside him, but before the alarm bell of the Sea King rang, a loud, thunder-like noise caught everyone's attention at the stern of the battleship.

Dai Lin pushed away the sailors who had come to protect him and rushed to the deck, and when he looked back, a scene that would only occur in a nightmare appeared in front of him.

The last ship of the fleet, the troop transport full of Kurtiras's sailors, was bound from the bottom of the sea by eight huge tentacles covered with spikes and suckers, and little by little the ship was being forcibly pulled into the sea by the terrifying sea beast in the rhythm of the waves of the sea, and in the terrified roars of the sailors.

"Fire! Fire! ”

Dai Lin roared, but before the sailors could open fire, the ship was torn apart from the center with a loud vibration, and at the moment when countless sailors fell into the icy sea, they were dragged into the tumbling sea of darkness with the wreckage of the ship broken in two.

And the endless Naga also rushed out from under the sea at this moment, and the sky of this ocean became gloomy, and in the sharp chanting of the sea witches, a muffled thunder sounded, and then dazzling lightning fell from the sky.

In the light of that lightning, the entire battlefield was illuminated, along with Dai Lin's angry face.

They were ambushed ... On the sea, which allowed them to gallop, they were ambushed by a despicable enemy.