"The world is full of wars, the flames of anger from mortals will eventually ignite the only peace, and the seeds of chaos have been planted long before civilization has been sold, it has drawn the nourishment of malice in time, and then blossomed in turbulent times after turbulent times."

"The ignorant world insults us as a bunch of war maniacs, destroyers, but we know that we are only protecting this fragile world in our own way."

"But the Black Hand hidden in the darkness will not give up their desire to destroy the world, they will pierce the tentacles of malice from the ground, they will bring dark flames of war from the stars, they are peeking into this world, and this world needs warriors..."

"The world needs more... Hero! ”

The Grand Lord sat down in his chair, his brow furrowed, and in a muffled voice, he finished reading the speech in his hand, rubbing his chin and looking at Aurelia with admiration, the Blood Mistress beside him, who was only dressed in a nightgown, and said to his wife:

"Listen to these poems written by our Dornan... I guess that little girl wanted her father to make such a poetic statement in front of a group of war maniacs, and if I hadn't revised it on the spot, I would probably have been laughed to death by the old knife handlers who are used to seeing life and death..."

"Child, I always like these statements that sound very "righteous" and very "bright", maybe she wants to make her father's image taller? ”

Aurelia chuckled, she took two glasses of wine and walked towards her husband, and the next moment, her slender waist was surrounded by the Great Lord, and the nightgown on her body slid down her perfect and smooth skin to the ground, Tyrion pressed his forehead against his wife's cold forehead, he felt his wife's bumpy body, and he whispered:

"But you know, I don't really need this bright image, I never hide myself, I'm just a villain..."

Their lips kissed together, and in the peaceful atmosphere around them, the feelings of the undead couple flowed slowly, and after a few moments, Aurelia gently pushed her husband away, she reached out to help Tyrion smooth his hair, and then touched his face, she whispered:

"Your soldiers are still waiting for you, my lord..."

"You're a villain in everyone's eyes, but you're a hero in my heart... Go ahead and go ahead and save the world. ”

"No..."

The High Lord's blood-colored wings spread behind his back, and those wings enveloped him and his wife like some kind of curtain, and he whispered:

"There is still some time, my Aurelia... We can start with... Relax. ”

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While the High Lord and the Master Mother were enjoying the delightful world of the two, in the base of the Naraksha Engine, the three Death Lords were standing in the operation room of the base, watching the whole process of the maintenance of the "Tin Man" construct.

Several Death Knights, who were responsible for maintaining the construct, used special tools to open a hidden passage behind the Tin Man, and then removed a piece of the thinking core that shone with a dark blue light, while others took out a mechanical core like a steel soccer ball in another part of the construct, which was entwined with fine elemental light, and the earthy yellow halo represented that the mechanical core had the power of the earth.

Iriel, on the other hand, offered his way to Glokush and Danas. Tol Bain explains how the construct works in front of him:

"Actually, it's not complicated at all, we can simply break it down into three parts, the first is the rock body made by the Naraksha engine, this part can be replaced, according to the creation template we currently have, there are four templates to choose from: standard, assault, reconnaissance and defense, this is the most basic and easiest part."

The Death Lord flicked her cute, gem-pendant little tail, and she reached for the glittering mechanical core, which she handed to Grockush beside her, and the orc Deathlord held the mechanical core in his hand, the gadget was heavier than he could have imagined, like a block of refined iron of equal volume.

"This thing shouldn't be artificial, right?"

Danas looked cautiously at the mechanical core in Glokush's hand, and he asked:

"I've never seen anything so delicate even in the most sophisticated engineering lab in the Black Iron District."

"Yes, the mechanical core is the equivalent of a mortal heart to a construct, it is the power source of the construct, uh... I'll put it another way, it's like an engine in a steam tank, without which the structure can't move. ”

Irel said to his two companions:

"There are now 5,000 constructs produced, but the process of making mechanical cores is very slow, we only have 500 mechanical cores in our hands at the moment, and the production of this thing depends entirely on the Titan Guardians who work with us, and even if they are willing to hand over this skill to us, it will take years for our best technicians to become proficient in making the same mechanical creations themselves."

"Moreover, the charge of the mechanical core needs the support of Titan energy..."

The Death Lord shrugged his shoulders and put the mechanical core in his hand back to its original place:

"The High Lord is now trying to use death energy as the core, but the experiment itself is progressing very slowly, the Titans' technology is much more than this world, and even the most powerful master craftsmen in Azeroth will need a long time to learn how this machine works."

"And then finally, the core!"

Irel took the palm-sized mind core from the Death Knight, it looked like a glittering diamond, and when she infused it with the power of death, Samaru's soul jumped out of it, and the Draenei banshee cheered, then hugged Irel and kissed Irel on the cheek.

This sudden move made Irel very embarrassed, and the two Death Lords in front of him couldn't help but turn their heads away, and after sending away the interested Banshee Samaro, Iriel continued to introduce the core of her mind to her companion as usual, but it could be seen from her extremely fast tail that she was also a little embarrassed in her heart.

"If the mechanical core is the heart of the construct, then the mental core is the brain of the construct! It holds all the laws of the construct's activities! ”

Irel whispered:

"And all of our current constructs are blank thinking cores, only need a little "weak" transformation, our best warriors, can freely enter and exit this thinking core, and then manipulate powerful constructs for higher intensity battles, and the thinking core is not what you think of as a cage, it is just a simple place, after the battle, the warrior's soul can freely leave from it, into the dead realm to recuperate.

"As long as the core of the mind is not damaged, the soul of the warrior will not be affected at all... It's like power armor in another sense. ”

Irel breathed a sigh of relief and said to the two Death Lords in front of him:

"The rock body is our "power armor", and the core of thinking is our body, as long as the body is not injured, the power armor is damaged, replace it with another body, as long as the production capacity increases, then we no longer need to worry about the lack of troops..."

"Well, that sounds perfect."

Glokush and Danas. Tolbane glanced at each other, and Tolbane rubbed his chin:

"But if it's really that perfect, then I believe that the big lord doesn't need to invite so many soldiers to watch it with such fanfare, this thing must have some "flaws", right? And is it the kind of flaw that can't be avoided? ”

"Yes, it does!"

Tyrion's voice appeared behind the three Death Lords with the sound of the Staff of the Mist clicking the ground, and he stepped forward, reached out and took the core of Ariel's mind, and said to Glokush and Danas:

"That's why I'm asking for the opinions of these fighters."

"Irel tells you that the soul of a warrior needs a little bit of "transformation" in order to achieve a fusion with the core of the mind without conflict, and this transformation... It's irreversible! ”

The Great Lord said:

"The technology of carrying the soul of the core of the mind is inherited from the Titans of the Pantheon, and they themselves are made of rock and steel, and the thinking core they make is not compatible with the souls of flesh creatures, and once the souls of the warriors accept this "transformation", once they adapt to the soul mode of the Titans, it means that their souls can no longer return to their original bodies. ”

"This..."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Glokush's eyes:

"High Lord, with all due respect, this means that the warriors will say goodbye to everything in this world completely, and all their ties with this world will be severed, and from now on, they can only live in the dead realm except for operating constructs to set foot on the battlefield..."

"Yes, so I will also give these souls who have made a choice, the right to live forever in the dead world."

The High Lord put the core of his mind in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and said:

"They will be the first permanent residents of the Dead Realm, and if they want to return to the present world... That's impossible, so it's a tough choice, and I'll give them plenty of time to think about it, and the rock life in front of you, the rock formations of these rocks are just test subjects for the "Mechanical God Descent", you know? Glokush, when we complete the next phase of our battle plan, we will take a big step towards our ultimate goal! ”

"It will be a body of steel stronger than these rocks, and that is the final form of my imaginary Grimblade Legion, landing on the battlefield of the gods as a heroic spirit, raising the banner of Grimblade and sweeping through all enemies... But now. ”

Tyrion sighed:

"Now, I can only hope, or hope, that these rocks will be as determined as the heroes."

Glokush nodded, as the patriarch of the Darkblade Legion, he had heard Tyrion describe his plans for the future of the Darkblade Legion a long time ago, as early as the Battle of the Northern Frontier, at first that bold plan seemed a little deviant, but now, the Great Lord proved to these followers with his own practical actions, as long as it is what he wants to do, he will definitely do it!

As for the choice left by the Great Lord to the soldiers, Glokush will not say anything about it, in his opinion, the soldiers' pursuit of victory is a deep desire buried in the soul, in order to get victory, the soldiers should choose the most suitable weapon for themselves, and war is war, if you want to win the war, if you want to end the war, you must pay sacrifices and costs.

Now it is only to abandon the cold body, but not to completely annihilate the soul, this choice is somewhat cruel, but it is not unacceptable.

But unlike Glokush's thinking, Danas. Thorbain was thinking about a different question, and the Death Lord, who had been active on the continent of Northrend this year, looked at Tyrion and asked softly:

"We have seen the strength of this rock warrior, whether it is strength, defense or offensiveness, it is not comparable to the soldiers of the current Darkblade Warband, but I also see a hidden worry from it, at least in the current Azeroth, there is no force that can confront the Darkblade Legion, so this soon-to-be-formed legion, you call it the Vanguard Army... What kind of battlefield will it be put on? I'm curious, who will they fight against? ”

Danas's question made Tyrion laugh, and the High Lord looked at the rock life in front of him that had been removed from the mechanical core and the mental core, and he whispered:

"Are you worried that I am using such a warrior in mortal warfare? Are you worried that their world will be easily destroyed by such warriors? ”

Why do you think so? Danas, you should know me well, if I want to destroy those civilizations, I don't need such warriors at all ... All I need to do is tell Dareen that I've reached the limit of my tolerance for those idiots, and I'm sure the Sea Demon will be more than willing to help me get rid of them... But I kept them alive. ”

Tyrion's fingers twitched above the Staff of Mist, and he said:

"Such a warrior, such a vanguard army, it is inevitable that a certain civilization in Azeroth will be an opponent, they will soon have their first battle, and that battlefield is among the stars that we have never set foot in, but where it is, I can't give you an answer at the moment, this... It depends on the efficiency of some of our "friends". ”

The Great Lord said to the Lords of Death around him:

"You see, it's not just us working hard to make this world a better place, there are many, many friends from other camps, who are also willing to join in this great cause, in short, get ready, my brothers and sisters, soon... Soon we'll be busy. ”

"That's our determination... That's our mission! ”

Tyrion encouraged his subordinates, and at this moment, the slender body of the shadow appeared in the darkness not far away, and looking at the gesture made by the shadow, the expression of the high lord changed slightly, and he said to Iriel:

"So, Iriel, take your colleagues around this base, they'll be here for a long time in the future, I... Let's take care of some other things first. ”

With that, the Great Lord walked towards the shadow, and the moment he stepped into it, the shadow's hoarse voice came into his ears:

"High Lord, Messenger of Bonsandy... Here it comes! She came alone, and it is said that she brought the final answer of the Grim Reaper... Need to see her now? ”