Tyrion didn't know that there was a beautiful girl who was thinking about his head in another world, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.

The Dark Gate has been closed, and in such a situation, the Bronze Dragon will not be able to enter Draenor's timeline unless it uses some rare items, and especially the most important point is that rashly changing the timeline of another world without permission is a crime in the eyes of the Bronze Dragons.

To sum up, at least until the next opening of the Dark Gate, Tyrion can put the troubles of the Time Keeper aside for a while.

But that doesn't mean he will turn a blind eye to the dangers that exist, perhaps, he will set a clever trap and wait for the unwilling young lady to take the initiative to send it to the door?

That night, Tyrion walked alone in the corridors of the Dark Temple, not wearing heavy armor, but a dark elven robe, looking like a beautiful young man when he was still alive.

And on his way, the lower-ranking death knights who guarded the temple bowed down to salute, and then quietly left here under the silent order of the boss.

The curiosity of the dead is faint, and no one risks angering Tyrion to hide and eavesdrop.

"Nassa, stay here, don't let anyone come!"

Tyrion commanded, and the silent shadows around him floated for a moment, representing the watcher's orders.

After making sure that there was no risk of leaking secrets around him, Tyrion took a few steps forward and reached out to push open the door to the cell in front of him.

In the quiet darkness in front of him, the old orc Neozu sat cross-legged on the ground with his back to the Death Knight, who had sworn to the elementals that he would save Draenor, and after his defeat, the elementals abandoned him, and the old shaman lost an arm and his own powers.

Element... These primordial forces that live in symbiosis with the world are so "willful", unlike magic and other powers, the elementals are the most difficult beings to deal with, they love you and are willing to do almost anything for you, but if you let them down, they will also abandon you in an instant.

Today's Nao Aozu can be called a lonely old man who has lost everything.

"What? Is the winner coming to give a speech? ”

Naozu whispered:

"Are you going to show off to me, a loser? Or is my life finally coming to an end? Are you here to liberate me? ”

"Why do you have such a terrible idea? My friend Naozu, am I such an image in your eyes? It's really disappointing. ”

Standing in the darkness, Tyrion whispered:

"You see, nowadays, in this dark place, where the sun doesn't shine here, there is no better place to discuss some conspiracies, I am here just to let you hear my plans for the future of the two worlds of Draenor and Azeroth, believe me, this is not a deliberate show off by the victors, I am not bored enough to show off in front of an orc who has lost everything."

"Phew!"

Naozu spat rudely on the ground:

"The word friend comes out of your mouth, it makes me sick! What do your plans for the future have to do with me? ”

Tyrion didn't take Naozu's undisguised taunts to heart, and said in the hollow and deep voice of a Death Knight:

"Because after I died, after I decided to form the Knights of the Dark Blade, I had my own plan and design for these two worlds that were connected to each other, and they were two completely different paths, one full of killing and death, and the other was gentler, and now these two paths have intersected, and that node is you..."

"Me?"

Neozu glanced back at the Death Knight, and after confirming that the Death Knight was not joking, he squinted and asked:

"Why me?"

The Death Knight shrugged:

"I can't answer this question either, Nao Zu, I can only say that if there is such a thing as fate in this world, then it is really too harsh on you, and the problem is that it chooses you and me, and you and I cannot resist."

Tyrion moved his wrist and stepped forward, sitting cross-legged across from the old orc, he looked into Neozu's eyes, as if he had lost all hope, he muttered for a moment, and said:

"I can't tell you about your future, because once you know about it, it will undoubtedly affect our future "cooperation", I can only say that your choice will directly affect the future development of the Darkblade Knights! ”

"Aha, I'm so important, shouldn't I feel honored?"

The old shaman said disdainfully:

"If this matter is really as important as you say, maybe you should cut me to death with a single sword, and then turn me into a corpse loyal to you to make sure everything is safe!"

"Do you think I don't want to do that?"

The Death Knight replied coldly, he looked at the old orc, and said in a deep voice:

"Why didn't I force you to do that?"

"Number one, it's a big deal, and if you don't want to do it yourself, it's going to fail."

"Second, to force an unwilling soul to make a 'noble' sacrifice for my cause, you can understand that it is difficult for me to make up my mind, to be honest, I would not have come here to talk to you so much if there was any other choice, so let go of your senseless hatred and listen to me! ”

This sentence caused a sly glint to flash in Naozu's narrowed eyes, and his remaining five fingers dangled in the air:

"Well, the initiative seems to be back in my hands, and I can't think of... You're begging me, huh? ”

"It's not funny!"

The Death Knight said dryly:

"It's good for you and me, you see, Naozu, you're not a hero, you and I both know this, it's just fate that pushed you to this position! In a sense, you're actually pathetic. ”

"Gul'dan took advantage of your longing for your deceased wife and your own cowardice to put you in the service of the devil, and then kicked you away, and I... Unfortunately, I'm not a good person because of your last courage and obsession with atonement after you know everything! You are very selfish, but you still have a conscience. ”

"Conscience?"

Naozu lowered his head and replied in a dull voice:

"Maybe, maybe that's what made me the way I am!"

"So, you're an orc with a lot of emotion, and you have a rare amount of wisdom, and it's a real pity that you didn't match this hint of wisdom and decisiveness, so disasters befell you one after another, but trust me... I wouldn't be willing to put these conspiracies on you if I could, you're miserable enough. ”

Tyrion stabbed the depressed Neozu again, and seeing the old orc become angry, Tyrion stiffly shifted the subject to another side.

"Let's talk about my plan, after the formation of the necromantic army, I can slaughter Draenor all the way, just like the orcs once did, turning all living creatures into my soldiers, until the last living life in this world falls in a pool of blood, until the life echoes of this world are completely wiped out, and then command these soldiers to attack Azeroth and start a new cycle of life and death."

The Death Knight shook his head:

"I may not be able to solve the problems of two worlds, but I can directly solve the idiots who are causing them!"

"When both worlds become the realm of death, all problems will be gone, but it's too time-consuming, I need time, and it's a bit risky, so there's another way in my plan."

He stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Naozu's eyes, and he whispered:

"I need a trustworthy... Collaborator! A true collaborator, maybe a third or fourth collaborator in the future, in short, while I am gentle with the remaining lives of Draenor, such as the orcs of Nagrand and Frostfire, in the other world, my collaborator will also advance our common cause! ”

"When the time comes... The two sides converge! ”

The Death Knight clenched his fists, a rare hint of excitement flashed in his dim eyes, and he stared at Neozu as he muttered:

"Imagine that! At that time, two worlds will fall into our hands in an instant! We will reshape the order of the two worlds, and most importantly, no one will be able to bind us again! We can do whatever we want! ”

Naozu looked at the excitement that flashed on the face of the always indifferent death knight, and he subconsciously clenched his remaining fist, but soon, a touch of cunning appeared on the old orc's face, and he said meaningfully:

"Aren't you afraid that I will regret it halfway? Listen to you, it seems to be a very important and very secret thing. ”

"Repentance? Naozu, you may have misunderstood what I meant! ”

Tyrion sneered and said:

"You may think that you are used to seeing hell in the 20 years of Draenau, but the real hell, you have never seen it, if you really go to a certain point, then it is not that you want to regret it, say that you don't play, the game will be over!"

"Sacrifice, the necessary sacrifice is the basis of trust between the two parties, and the interest is the bond that maintains the alliance, if you really want to join this game, you have to make sacrifices!"

The Death Knight stood up, patted the dust off his body, and whispered:

"You see, I've made a sacrifice, I'll abandon my plans to completely occupy Draenor, leaving your people with a final resting place, and I can guarantee that no matter what goes wrong in this world, the orcs' fire of civilization will never be broken in Draenor!"

"As for our common interests, we actually have the same enemy... Shhhhh ”

"I hope by then, you won't be so scared that you pee your pants."

Tyrion pushed the door open again, and before leaving, he looked back at the silent old orc, and said:

"The power of choice is given to you, you can choose to give up everything and die alone in a cage, or return to your ancestors and watch your world be destroyed in the end, or you can choose to continue to live, Nao Zu."

"Maybe one day in the future, another group or another group of inexplicable guys will appear in front of you, and they will give you another option, which is to join this game of fate, I am so lonely at the table alone, I desperately hope to have a second player enter."

"And if you choose this path, then my advice is: no matter what happens to you, please grit your teeth and persevere, it will be a very painful path, it will be a sacrifice you will make, but I can guarantee that as the Grand Lord of the Knights of the Dark Blade, I promise, you will eventually get everything you want!"

"Don't rush to make a decision, there's still plenty of time, think about it."

And at the moment when Tyrion left, Neozu suddenly asked:

"It's a trap, isn't it?"

The lonely old orc stood up and stared at the back of the Death Knight, and he said grimly:

"My life as a prisoner is a trap in itself, like bait, you are using me to hang up some threatening existences to you, and keep saying that the choice is in my hands, but in fact, I have no choice at all, I can only do what you say, right?"

"Yes, it's a trap, and I wonder who would be so lucky to get into it?"

Tyrion turned his head and smiled peacefully at Neozu in the dark:

"Also, who says you don't have a choice?"

"You can at least choose to die, end your life with your own hands, you can do it at any time, rest assured, as long as you can make up your mind, no one in this palace will stop you!"

"The question is, will you?"