In a remote room in the newly renovated Grimbaatar, the wetlands. Windranger stood in the room with some unease.

The handsome young man's face was haggard at this time, and he spent a day and a night riding his dragon eagle along the long coastline to the wetlands as fast as he could, and he knew that he had done something wrong, and now he was trying to make up for it.

"Bang"

The door of the room was pushed open, two silent death knights with weapons in hand, guarding the door, Tyrion and Myra in black trench coats walked into the room, the moment he saw Tyrion, Liras subconsciously swallowed his saliva, he could still see the shadow of the former "brother" on Tyrion's face, but those ice blue eyes shattered all his illusions about Tyrion.

This reminded him that the "relative" in front of him had changed, and he was no longer the simple and somewhat melancholy Tyrion he used to be.

Compared to Liras's silence and bewilderment, Tyrion took the initiative to step forward, stretched out his hands, and hugged his younger brother in his arms, just like the countless separations and reunions in the Windranger Manor, but this hug could no longer make Liras feel warm.

"Liras, my dear brother, we haven't seen each other for almost 10 years, haven't we?"

He let go of Liras, looked at the young man in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, then patted him on the shoulder, and said to Myra behind him:

"Look, Myra, the former child has grown up, and his eyes are exactly like those of my mother and Aurelia."

"Well, it looks like an adult."

Myra looked meaningfully at the restless Liras in front of her with her blood-red eyes, and he whispered:

"But whether the mind has reached adulthood or not, it is not clear."

This sentence made Liras even more uneasy, but Tyrion did not delve, but took a step back and sat on the chair in the room, he looked at Liras, his ice blue eyes with a smile, but there was no trace of emotion in his eyes:

"Tell me, my brother, what trouble have you got? As far as I know, when my relatives live happily, they never take the initiative to think of me..."

"I..."

Rias was stared at by Tyrion, he was a little nervous, very nervous... It's like when he did something wrong as a kid and faced a stern mother's questioning, there were still Tyrion and Aurelia to speak for him, but now, no one speaks for him anymore.

"Hey, young man, don't be nervous, we are all very talkative people, you still call Your Majesty brother, you are relatives."

Myra took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet on the side, opened it, poured the cold liquor into the glass, and then handed the glass to Lilas, Myrah crossed her arms and leaned against the wall on one side, and he whispered:

"So don't be nervous, we won't eat you, speak slowly, don't miss a thing."

"Uh"

Relas took a sip of wine, and then let out a long breath, he looked at Tyrion in front of him, and he spoke slowly, saying:

"2 weeks ago..."

Rilas's confession didn't take long, less than 5 minutes had passed until he had said everything he knew, and Tyrion turned his head and looked at Myra, who saw the worry in Myra's eyes.

The combination of the Quel'Thallas Sunwell, which was captured by the dark warlocks of the Darkblade Legion at the first time of the abnormal vibration this morning, and the guards who escorted Aurelia to Quel'Thalas, lost contact with the Legion under the suppression of the Bantirenore Enchantment, all of this combined had made Tyrion have a bad premonition in his heart.

In addition, at midnight last night, the spiritual connection between him and Aurelia in his heart was suddenly interrupted, in fact, even if Lilas didn't come today, the rescue team that Tyrion had prepared would set off immediately... And the arrival of Lilas only verified the worst outcome.

"I knew that I shouldn't have let her go back alone, I should have gone back with her."

Tyrion said something, which drew a retort from Myra:

"It's not your fault, Tyrion, there's no way you're going back with Aurelia, as long as you show up in the North, the entire Quel'Thallas and the Human Empire will go crazy... Aurelia just doesn't want to ruin your plans, and now that it's happened, what to do with it is all that matters. ”

"Company B and the Blood Council, which are the best at infiltrating, are fully prepared."

Myra said to Tyrion:

"As soon as you give the order, we can rush to Quel'Thalas, and their purpose in arresting Aurelia is very simple, that is, to force you to make peace with them, so until we get the results, you better not show up in front of them, and avoid them from making some fuss with Aurelia."

"I'll kill them all with my own hands, Myra... Every single one! ”

Tyrion stood up and walked to the window of this room, and he looked at the dim halo of light outside the window, and he whispered:

"I will hang them on the walls of Silvermoon City, so that they will only have one breath left to see the order of Quel'Salas destroyed by us, let them see with their own eyes what they fear the most, see it end, and wait until the dawn of the new world revives, I will mercifully cut their throats, and I will allow them to go to hell... I swear! ”

Tyrion's voice wasn't intense, compared to swearing, which required a strong emotional collision, his voice was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but the more he did, the more the fear in Rilas's heart was amplified behind him.

He was calm enough because he had never looked at the lives of those who had hurt his loved ones, and this peace meant that a terrible war was about to begin for the Quel'Salas higher-ups.

"You alone are not enough, Myla, and though I am reluctant to do this, it may be time."

After a few minutes, Tyrion seemed to have made up his mind, and he looked back at the Blood Lord, and he said:

"Don't worry about the garrison of Quel'Thalas, there will be an endless number of undead to deal with them, your task is to find the place where my wife and relatives are being held, and then unite with the forces of Kordana who remain there, and once the war begins, you must rescue them intact as soon as possible."

"But our army is blocked by Lothar on the Arathi Heights!"

Myra asked suspiciously:

"What are you going to do? Bypassing Arathi with a warband and landing east of Quel'Thalas? When the Bantirenore Barrier is opened, the low-level undead who enter it will be suppressed to the limit, and it will be difficult for us to break through their military formation head-on, and the Human Empire also has a part of the army in the Eagle's Nest Mountain..., the Brute Hammer Heights is now reoccupied by the dragons, and it is not so easy to bypass them. ”

"There's not just a dark blade in this world."

Tyrion closed his eyes and said meaningfully:

"Silvermoon City fears that we will attack Quel'Thalas from the south, but they never expected that a real fatal blow would come from behind, and my "old friend" and I could make some slight adjustments without detracting from the big plan. ”

"This is what the big guys of Quel'Salas earned for themselves... Just let them enjoy it. ”

After saying that, Tyrion's gaze fell on Rilas, and he looked at the bloodline left by his mother, and he whispered:

"You've done something wrong, Laras, I'm glad to see you recognize your mistakes, but as a man, you have to bear the consequences for doing something wrong, you're going to return to Quel'Salas with Myra, you're going to rescue my wife, your sister... After that, whether or not to forgive you is their business. ”

"Are you willing to do that?"

Faced with this question, Lilas did not hesitate too much, he stood up and nodded.

"I do!"

"Very good, this is the responsibility that a man in the Windranger family should have! You didn't let me down. ”

Tyrion nodded to Rilas, and walked out of the room, Myra following him, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"If we're going to infiltrate Quel'Thalas, maybe there's someone we can come in handy... Alex. Aznab. Flame Blade, my former companion in the Knights of the Silver Hand, he was once one of the guards of the Sun-Chasing Court, he was very familiar with the defense of Silvermoon City, and his own situation was also very special, his combat power was strong, and he would not be suppressed by the Banti Renore defense line. ”

"I remember that Lumi implanted several shards of Dead Naru on him... Nearly killed him, and caused some mutations in his light. ”

Tyrion frowned:

"Are you sure he can be trusted?"

"Well, what to say, it was just an accident, I thought he was hopeless, but the Blightburner healed him, he accepted the reality, but he became a little crazy, as for whether he could be trusted or not, he would prove himself on the battlefield."

"If you insist, take him with you, and if he doesn't believe him, kill him."

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At the same time as the wind and clouds of the southern frontier of the eastern continent converged, in the distant and quiet northland of Northrend, in the deepest part of this continent full of wind and snow, in the center of the huge ice floe that was connected to the entire continental shelf, a black strange tower had risen in the center of the barren ice field.

Not even the toughest beasts can survive on this desolate land, and there is only one walking creature here: the endless necromancers awakened from the tombs beneath the cold earth.

This is also a forbidden land, on the outskirts of the northerly tundra across the mountains, the Draenei have repeatedly tried to establish outposts on top of the mountain peaks, but each attempt has been defeated by the extremely harsh natural environment, and on the periphery of the ice field, there are deadly cold storms and snowstorms all the time, often just overnight, the Draenei ships will be completely submerged in heavy snow.

The spaceship made of steel may not be afraid of this cold, but the Draenei themselves are strong and cannot withstand the destruction of this absolute forbidden land, so even now, after the Draenei people have lived in the borean tundra for several years, they are still in the clouds about the situation on the other side of the snow-capped mountain, and the worst thing is that the city established by the Draenei people by the sea seems to be targeted by the Naga under the deep sea.

Recently, the attention of the Draenei people has been drawn to the seaside, busy fighting the endless naga and sea beasts that are pouring out of the sea.

In this case, even if the prophet wanted to support the war in northern Xinjiang, he could only have the heart and not the power.

And in the center of the wasteland, on top of the black, spiked, dark-style tower, the ruler of all the undead in the entire Northlands is spreading his almost infinite mind to every corner of the world in the solid ice, and under the influence of its power, those undead will be inspired by the invisible and qualitative dark power to stand up again.

Moreover, it has a new name, a new name that is even more impressive than the ordinary name of Naozu... They call it, the Lich King!

Its own power may be weak, but the undead who have succumbed to it have spread throughout the Northlands and throughout Northrend in a time that civilization has neglected, and the tall and terrifying Veku who have been addicted to time and yearn to return to their pure bodies have been awakened by this power, and the Lich King has promised them new powers, so the Vekus have joined the growing dark army.

Hiding under the frozen earth of ice and building an entire underground dynasty in the darkness, the Nirub Spider Demons, whose bug-like bodies are full of terrifying strength and tenacity, refused the Lich King's solicitation, so the Lich King sent an undead legion to fight them underground, and after years of conquest, the Spider King, the most powerful Crypt Lord, Anubarak, also fell under the tireless undead attack.

As a result, Nirub's Spider Dynasty was reborn in the depths of death and darkness, and became a powerful warrior of the Lich King.

And also... And the dragon bones that have been abandoned in the Dragonbone Wilderness, in the cycle of life and death, the dragon bones accumulated on this plain have reached a terrifying number, in this regard, the Lich King is more fortunate than Tyrion, he only needs to reach out, he can easily form his own bone dragon army!

There's also a new creation, combining necromancy with the ancient constructs of the Nirub spiders, and the Lich King has used his evil wisdom to create an army of unstoppable constructs that don't know how to fear or retreat... Gargoyles, a life of rock structures that have been endowed with souls and can be made on a large scale.

The Lich King's Undead Scourge has taken shape, its armies have swept through Northrend, and even the most stubborn frost trolls have retreated under the attacks of the undead, giving up large swathes of land to the Undead Scourge, and it has easily ruled an entire continent, but it is not happy.

Because it knows that it is only a slave... The slaves of the demons, the vanguard of the demons, the doglegs of the demons... This made the Lich King very unhappy, but it was not in a hurry, even when it heard the familiar "old friend's" "request" in its consciousness that enveloped the world, it was not in a hurry.

It's like a seasoned hunter, waiting ...

Soon, soon it will break through this last shackle, and soon, it will be able to repay the calamities that have befallen it to the arrogant ones.

It's waiting, as always... Full of anticipation, and patiently, without saying a word, he played the role of his loyal vanguard, waiting for the opportunity to plunge the sword into the heart of the conspirator.

Perhaps, that will make its tired soul, feel... Happy.