While Tyrion conquered the world with the Darkblade Legion, in the world of Draenor, which is the base camp of the rear, the transformation of the Dark Temple of the Floating Fortress has never stopped.

In the Draenor War a few years ago, in the face of demonic attacks, the original version of the Dark Temple could not bear the role of the flying fortress imagined by Tyrion, and even after being infiltrated by a Dreadlord, in the extreme comparison of the number of the two sides, it was easily destroyed the core of the city's magical operation.

Of course, at that time, the Darkblade Legion was only newly built, and there was not enough magical power and skilled engineering technicians inside, so Tyrion's transformation of the Dark Temple had been stuck in a paper plan, and after the establishment of the Black Iron Business District, with Azeroth's engineering starting and flourishing here, the Darkblade Legion finally had enough technical reserves.

Probably after the change of government in the Stormwind Kingdom, many selected engineering technicians were sent to Draenor, of course, the engineering transformation can only be the weapons of the Dark Temple and the engineering power propulsion system, for the real core transformation technology of this Hanging City, it is from the Draenei spaceship that was eventually completely dismantled... Eco boats.

The ship had previously existed as a repository for the Seed of Life, but after Tyrion ventured to bring the Seed of Life into Azeroth in order to destroy Quel'Thalas, the eco-ship, which had been immersed in water for several years, was useless, and the dwarf technicians, led by the master craftsman Owersback, who had been mysteriously missing for 1 year, finally dismantled the ship with the help of a large number of golems.

Unfortunately, the Draenei's flying skills are more akin to the mystical powers of the magical side than engineering, so the subsequent transformation plan was handed over to the Grand Lich Khadgar... Until the moment of the Great Lich's death, the reverse restoration of Draenei Technology was only less than 50%.

In other words, Tyrion only rudely transferred the eco-ship's energy system to the Dark Temple to ensure that the city could teleport over long distances and have enough energy shields for mortal warfare.

This has to be said to be a pity, but for the necromancy, time is meaningless, and one day, the Draenei's lost space technology will be cracked, and that day will be the day when the Darkblade Legion will break away from the earth and march into the stars.

Yes, do you really think that Tyrion will only flutter on the ground in this life? As one of Azeroth's most powerful creatures, he should aspire to the stars, and he should set foot in them, but before that, of course, the land must first fulfill his plans...

It will be a time of change that will last for thousands of years...

"What's that!"

The Human Emperor, who had slashed a death knight with a sword, felt the strange aura in the night sky above his head, but the moment he raised his head, he saw the giant city floating in the air, the ominous black, the dark shadow that was heavier than the night itself, and under that shadow, most of the battlefield was shrouded in it.

This caused an unexpected chill to rise in the emperor's heart, and the hole cards of the Darkblade Legion were almost endless, which made the human empire standing on their opposite side extremely painful.

But now was not the time to think about this, in the eyes of the emperor and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield, the huge hill-like city that hung high in the sky, and beneath the flat hills, after those black metal plates opened outward according to some strange law, appeared in the night sky a circular arc that shone with a mottled and pale light, like a large searchlight that had been lit.

"It's aimed at the city! Back to defend, back to defend! ”

On the other side of the battlefield, the Grand Knight Mograine, whose whole body was covered in scorching light, frantically waved his arms in the direction of the city, no one knows how this thing will destroy the barrier of Whispering Harbor, but unless Tyrion has lost his mind and intends to bury the entire city at once, then the undead will always have to send ground troops.

As a battle-hardened commander, Mograini's first thought came to mind.

But before the adjutant Farbanks beside him could turn over his horse, the attack on the floating city over the battlefield had already begun.

In the annular light curtain below the city, the bottom of the huge city cracked vertically and horizontally like a chessboard, and between the collision of engineering gears full of science and technology and the flipping of the teleportation shaft, hundreds of black, steel rapid-fire cannons slowly adjusted their direction, if humans had seen the "backfire" heavy cannon that Tyrion had used, then they would definitely be no stranger to this strangely shaped rapid-fire cannon.

These rapid-fire guns, with three couplings and each barrel rotating relatively, are a downgraded version of the idea of making "backfire" heavy artillery, no longer using energy as a drive, and loading armor-piercing or high-explosive shells, which is the most classic masterpiece of the mad engineers in the Black Iron business district, of course, it is the best of this era, but it is still some distance from the perfect firearm in Tyrion's heart.

The scene of nearly 400 rapid-fire guns firing from the sky at the same time is shocking, and it is a "gorgeous" and cruel scene that people in this era and this world have never seen before, just like a meteorite meteorite falling from the sky, with a pale and ominous light, completely lighting up this cold night sky, and those high-explosive bombs that are fully loaded are whizzing down from the sky, and the sound mixed together is like the neighing of thousands of beasts.

The moment these cannons smashed on the purple shield over Whispering Harbor, everyone's eyes on the battlefield were filled with the pale light that burst out, the scorching, lethal, apocalyptic explosion, the smoke that filled the battlefield in an instant, and the strange clouds produced by the extreme compression of the air after the explosion.

Even in the darkness of the night, the devilish clouds could be seen clearly, as if the whole whispering harbor had been lit up at this moment, and a moment after the first light had been slightly extinguished, a second light like the judgment of the gods came again, and then the familiar roar, and then the familiar scorching, and the roar of the storm and fire that had overwhelmed everything.

It's like announcing to the world... The age of steel and fire has arrived.

The screams of those who were in the magic shield of the city were covered by the roaring explosions, and at the moment when hundreds of shells exploded continuously in a short time, the air in the entire city seemed to be swept away, and many people felt suffocated, and after a long dozens of seconds, the air returned to the city again, but with each breath, it was like inhaling a ball of paper that had been ignited.

The scorching but not fatal pain... Almost instantly, the will of the vast majority of people was shattered, and when they raised their heads in the black smoke, the sturdy purple shield above their heads had disappeared, and the super-large shield that hundreds of mages had gathered by extracting the magic power from the ground, the shield that could resist the bombardment of the battlefield artillery fire head-on, completely turned into nothingness between the two roars of the war weapons transformed from this originally inconspicuous engineering.

The mages who had suffered from the reverse current of magic due to the forced suspension of the magic guidance lay weakly on the ruins beneath them, many of them had their hearts shattered in the second artillery attack, and the rest of them stared dumbly at the pale aura in the sky like the gates of hell, at the black smoke flying in the air and the ignited debris like pale snowflakes.

For those mages who can still think, tonight is destined to be a painful time... Tonight, the rhetoric of magical invincibility was brutally torn apart by the Darkblade Legion, and engineering, which had never been recognized by the proud mages, shattered all their pride with two earth-shattering roars, like the most blunt ridicule, and like an undisguised slap in the face.

Let them have a blue nose and swollen face, let them lose face, let them be stunned... Magic, magic can no longer protect them, magic is no longer enough to protect the ones they hold dear.

"Uh..."

In the smoke of gunpowder, Irel carried a black war hammer and wore her own unique draenei-style armor, she stood on the top platform of the Dark Temple, looking at the city below that had completely lost its protection, she took a deep breath like a living person, she didn't feel anything, but she seemed to smell the smell of war.

"I love the atmosphere... Fortunately, it was just in time for this last battle. ”

The Death Lord flicked her tail protected by black steel, she clasped the helmet in her hand to her face, and then looked back at the heavily armed high-ranking knights behind her, and she said in an urn in an urn:

"The flame of humanity's empire is about to be extinguished, Your Majesty's great plan is about to be completed, and the long war may be suspended for a moment, but I know that this is far from over, and I have been cultivating for too long... The city and the fragile humanity will be left to you. ”

"Now, I'm going to the battlefield for an "event". ”

"Yes, my lord, we will "escort" these fragile beings to the evacuation point on the edge of the North Coast as planned, and in order to prevent detection by human scouts, we will temporarily cut off communication with the headquarters... Also, have a nice fight. ”

The El Knight bowed slightly, he was also wearing a special set of armor, he had received the news that after the end of the war, he would officially become a secondary lord, and he would command a warband and join the Dark Blade's great plan for the Kalimdor War, which was also regarded as the reward of the Dark Blade Legion's service to the El Knight.

On several occasions, the High Knight expressed his joy at the appointment with great restraint.

And now, he is about to participate in his last battle as a knight... He was going to move the entire stranded human civilians in Whisper Harbor to another location before the human defenders could return to defense, which was the final step in the population raid.

Irel nodded to the El Knight, took a few steps forward, moved her wrists and shoulders, and then leaped forward, leaping down!

Below her, there was a battleground, and that was her favorite place.

After the Death Lord left, the El Knights quietly took a few steps forward, and at the left tip of the platform, their aerial mounts were ready.

The High Knight glanced back at the hundreds of Death Knights behind him, they were not of the same race, there were orcs, there were draenei, there were humans, dwarves, and a small number of gnomes and elves, almost encompassing most of the races of Azeroth.

El Knight turned around and looked at the Death Knights behind him, he seemed to be brewing something, and after a few seconds, El Knight suddenly shook his head, took off the Dark Blade Emblem he was carrying on his chest, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, he whispered:

"It's a good place to give us strength, it gives us a future, it gives us a meaning to exist..."

"But it's a pity that my memory, those emotions ... They're telling me that I don't belong here. ”

"Buzz"

The mottled dark blade emblem in his hand was corroded little by little in the beating dark red energy, he raised his head, and his blue eyes flashed a hint of relief after a long period of suppression, and he said aloud:

"I made my choice, brothers... Now it's your turn. ”

In front of the eyes of the El Knights, nearly 800 death knights of different races, including high-level knights, low-level knights, and even a weird high elf that did not belong to the dead, under the gaze of the elder, these guys all pulled out the emblem on their chests, like the el, and completely incinerated them in the death energy surging in the palm of their hands.

It's like a... Eerie rituals in general.

"Good."

The El Knight nodded, glanced wistfully at the surroundings of the Dark Temple, and finally, he whispered:

"Let's go, brothers."

"We... It's time to make your own path. ”