"Wow"

The last orc who still wanted to resist was kicked off the ship by Glokush, and the deck behind him was already strewn with corpses, and the disease of death was spreading wildly on this ship, and no one could survive in such chaos.

He looked up, and on the other side of his eyes, the hellfire summoned by Gul'dan had completely burned the other ship, and the brainless stone demon roared at them, but it could not fly, so it could only follow the ignited ship and sink into the sea.

Between the scorching magic fire and the icy seawater, the sea surface rose even stronger, with a disgusting sulfur smell of steam, like a thick fog, almost completely enveloping the surrounding sea surface.

"Gul'dan is not on either ship."

He turned back to Tyrion and said, the latter's face gloomy:

"It doesn't seem like we're doing well, but it's okay, he thinks we don't know where he's going, but we know it."

The Death Knight reached out and patted the blood-stained side of the ship beside him, and behind him, the members of the Knights of the Darkblade were cleaning up the battlefield, and Tyrion whispered:

"Zombie dragons and griffons can't carry us across the sea, the rest of the time will be spent on the ship, and now the question is, will any of us sail a boat?"

Glokush shook his head, the orcs don't like water, and even in the world of Draenor, they rarely take boats.

Celent and Luminas shrugged, the High Elves had their own fleets, but most of those ships were magically driven, and they had never touched such old-fashioned human ships.

Dark mage and semi-finished Saleinseven. Flame Wound tugged at his mage hat and coughed lightly:

"I've read stories about human pirates, some of them have the skill of how to handle a boat, and I think I can get it moving, but to be honest, I don't think we can cross the sea with that knowledge."

Behind him, the young dark mage Ottem flicked his fingers, sealed the surrounding corpses with ice, and then commanded the dark rangers to throw the corpses into the sea, the young man had been silent since his resurrection, and this silence itself was the best answer to Tyrion's question.

The Death Knight suddenly had a headache, and he glanced back at the fog in the sky behind him:

"Then it seems that before we pursue, we need to find a reassuring captain."

Moments later, Tyrion landed on the harbor of the wetlands with Roglio and the Bone Griffon, the secret harbor of the orcs had been completely destroyed by the demons summoned by Gul'dan before leaving, and the orcs of the Blacktooth Laughing Clan who remained there were gone, leaving only the desolate, smoking ruins and the bodies set on fire in the ruins.

Two Death Knights landed in the ruins, and Tyrion looked left and right, and said to Rog:

"Let's split up, find souls with strong mood swings, such souls are more likely to be recruited."

Changed into a suit of armor, Rogrio nodded, this mighty general's armor was his trophy, from the killed Major General Blackmore, the old elf personally dyed the broken armor black, and then put his rotten body in it, and began a new life with a full-covered helmet.

He learned the use of death energy from Tyrion, and his silence meant that he was slowly adjusting to life as a dead man.

"Click, click, click"

Between the clashes of armor, the heavy sword Roglio walked into the rubble, and Tyrion went in the other direction.

He only had to close his eyes to feel the broken souls beating on the corpses around him, which were fragments of souls, in the world of Azeroth, the souls of creatures would be pulled into the abyss of the other half-dimensional hell after death, which was also called the Shadow Country, the Shadow Realm, etc., like hell in the traditional sense.

"Huh?"

As he walked across the pier's destroyed trestle, Tyrion stopped, and looked at his feet with some confusion, it was a small corpse, looking like a philistine goblin, this creature only 1.5 meters tall was inconspicuous in the ruins, but Tyrion felt a crazy soul in this small body.

It is roaring unwillingly, cursing madly, and because of its resentment, it does not even want to enter the abyss of hell, but stays in this ruin.

"It's a rare occurrence..."

Tyrion crouched down and pressed his hand against the goblin corpse at his feet, death energy gushing out of his palm, and after a moment, the corpse trembled, and the soul that was entrenched in place quickly accepted the call.

It took less than 3 minutes for the goblin to reopen his eyes, which was probably the fastest sign of any psychic ritual Tyrion had ever performed... Well, probably not a knight.

Tyrion rubbed his chin as he looked at the goblins rising from the ground, inwardly rejecting the inclusion of such philistine creatures in the Knights of the Darkblade... It will be a good minion, but it will not be a knight.

"Am I alive again?"

Buddy. Moore stretched out his hands and shook them back and forth in front of his eyes, and the goblin's funny face showed a big smile, and he jumped in place, and after confirming that he was resurrected, he opened his arms and cheered in a hoarse voice.

"Gul'dan! You owe me money, and I'll get it back! I swear! ”

"No one can get away with a goblin debt!"

Hearing the shouts of the jubilant goblins, Tyrion reached out and pressed his forehead and shook his head in disarray.

He knew the obsession of the goblin's heart... But after experiencing death and coming back to life, but only for money? This is probably the lowest guy among all the dead who have been resurrected by Tyrion himself.

It's just... Lose face!

Twenty minutes later, the broken sails were sewn up in a clumsy way, and the ship, quietly parked in the fog, was activated again.

Death Goblin Buddy. Moore stood on the tail tower, steering the rudder with his own hands, as a senior merchant of the Hot Sand Consortium, sailing was one of his basic skills, but this guy inherited the noise and noise of the goblins, and even after he died, this instinct was not erased.

"Lazy guys, get moving! It's time for us to get down to business! ”

In a hoarse voice, he shouted to the resurrected troll sailors on deck, "Let it go quickly!" Nothing can stop goblins from collecting debts! More than 50,000 gold coins for this fleet! And the mental loss of old Buddy's death, yes, I'm going to raise the debt! Get at least 100,000 gold coins! No, no, no, 200,000! Right! 200,000! ”

"Oh my God! Gul'dan, the evil orc, owes me 200,000 gold coins! He's so wicked, it's unbearable, fast! Let's go after him! ”

No one answered the screams of the death goblins at all, the sailors were only resurrected, but even so, the goblins screamed, and this noise, which was incompatible with death, made Luminas very unhappy.

"Bang"

A wine bottle smashed into the goblin's feet, sending sharp shards flying everywhere.

"Shut up! Drive your boat with peace of mind! You're so noisy! Chop Pieces! ”

The High Elf lady sitting on the side of the ship roared at the goblin, which made Buddy. Moore shrank his head sharply, he also inherited another characteristic of the goblins in addition to greed, that is, timid, very timid.

"Yes! Ma'am, I heard, I swear, I'll be quiet, like the wind blowing across the sea, not a sound at all, I swear, I will..."

"Wow"

The war knife at Luminas' waist was unsheathed, which made Buddy. Moore jerked his mouth over and stopped talking.

"It will take about 5-7 days to sail from here to the Broken Isles."

Tyrion sat in the captain's room, all but Luminas sat on the side, looking at his rough hand-drawn map, with a red arrow in the center of the map very visible.

"Gul'dan thought he had dumped us, and that's good, we'll do it."

Tyrion sat in the captain's chair, rubbing his chin:

"We have the advantage, dead people don't need to rest, Buddy. Moore had promised me that it would only take us four days to get there, and that we would set up an ambush there to welcome our old friend. ”

"I'm more curious, what the hell is he going to do there?"

The dark mage Severn was the wise man of the Knights of the Darkblade, his mind full of knowledge from the Great Library of Quel'Thalas, his fingers moving back and forth over Tyrion's map, and a deep curiosity flashing in his blood-red eyes.

"This place is very close to the Maelstrom, it is said that it was once the site of the Well of Eternity, but it was completely destroyed in the explosion 10,000 years ago, and according to the diary of King Darth Rema, it has become a wild land, what is there? Can you attract Gul'dan so crazy and desperate? ”

"There's the strength he needs."

Tyrion crossed his fingers, and after a moment, he explained softly:

"That's a secret sealed in history, more than 800 years ago, Egwene, the last guardian of the Human Mage Organization Tiris's Law Council, fought alongside the dragons in the Dragonbone Wilderness to kill the Lord of Darkness who tried to secretly enter this world, you should have heard its name, Sargeras!"

Dark Mage Saiwen's fingers trembled, and he raised his head, a hint of shock flashed in his red eyes:

"The invasion of Azeroth 10,000 years ago directly led to the destruction of the Elven Empire and the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the culprit of the collapse of the world, the terrible demon lord Sargeras, if it is really it, I don't believe that a mere human mage can kill it! Guardian of the Council of Tiris, I know that her power is indeed strong, but not strong enough to rival that of an Elder Elven Archmage! ”

The old mage's fists clenched.

"Even Queen Esshara 10,000 years ago, the strongest mage in history, is no match for Sargeras!"

"Of course not the Lord of Darkness himself!"

Tyrion snorted:

"Just a consciousness of less than one ten-thousandth of its strength descended, in short, Egwene retracted the dark lord's body, she was terrified by the strength of this demon lord, in order to protect her poor world, she decided to seal it, she chose the place of the remains of the explosion of the Well of Eternity, that is, the Broken Isles, she sealed it in a temple of ancient elves, and then sank it to the bottom of the sea."

"What Gul'dan wants is the body of the demon lord, and he thinks that thing can help him become a god, and even betrays his master because of it, hehe, a complete fool! He thought he could hide everything he had done from the great demons who were peeking into this world? ”

The Death Knight narrowed his eyes:

"Even if we don't come, he's dead, but why let him die at the hands of demons? That way of dying is simply cheap for him! We will drain his soul and make him suffer untold suffering! Only in this way can he pay for everything he has done in the past! ”

"No one can get away with hurting us... And there's one more thing we have to get our hands on, something that can twist fate! ”

"If so, then everything can be explained, but I'm more curious... Tyrion, how did you know all this? ”

The dark mage Severn touched his beard, and he looked at the Death Knight:

"You also said that this is a secret hidden by the years, I want to know, where did you see it?"

Faced with this questioning, Tyrion smiled mysteriously, and he whispered:

"In the illusion of death, I saw everything! Severn, I saw how unfair fate is, how bad it is, and I came for it! ”

"Bang"

The door to the captain's room was pushed open, and a panicked goblin Buddy rushed in, his hands interlaced, his green face undisguised his horror:

"Orcs! Those orcs are behind us! Oh my God, they're so fierce! ”

"Huh? The Orcs of the Blacktooth Laughing Clan? ”

Tyrion shook his hand indifferently and threw the map in his hand to the Death Goblin:

"You send it to them, tell them we're in a gang and that's where Gul'dan is going, and tell them to chase it! Use your life to delay Guldan's footsteps and leave us plenty of time to prepare. ”

A hint of hideousness flashed in the Death Knight's eyes:

"Since it's cannon fodder sent to the door, it would be a pity not to make good use of it."