The air battle in the Burning Plains continued until midnight, and the Screamer Legion lost almost a quarter of its Raven Men in exchange for a two-thirds of the Black Dragons who followed Nefarian on the spot.

Except for the old black dragons who live in seclusion in all corners of the world, the new generation of the Black Dragon Legion, which is already withering, has reached the verge of extinction.

The Black Dragon Legion has been spurned by its own compatriots for the past 10,000 years, hostile, hunted down, and the crazy Deathwing has not taken the development and growth of the Black Dragon Legion to heart at all, it is full of thoughts about destroying this disgusting world for the new master, in terms of the Bronze Dragon Legion that Tyrion has come into contact with, the number of adult dragons is about 1000, and if you add the baby dragons, it can easily break through 3000, which is almost more than three times the existing black dragons.

After nightfall, on the positions of the Burning Plains, under the orders of the King of the Dark Blades, a partial division was sent to the Red Ridge Mountain for preliminary reconnaissance, while the large army was resting, to be precise, changing clothes.

The weapons and armor that came out of the Darkforge City were replaced by the knights, and the armor and weapons made by the Black Iron Forges were very sophisticated, and of course the necromantic runes on the weapons needed to be re-engraved by the knights themselves.

The armor brought from Draenor was sent to the elite group of the undead infantry, which increased the defense and attack power of the lowest-level combat units of these Knights of the Dark Blade.

At this time, in the Dark Furnace City, in the secret magic hall that originally belonged to Emperor Thorrison, the corpses of those captured black dragons are being demonized by the dark warlock group under the command of the Great Lich, and making bone dragons or undead dragons is a tedious process, especially making hundreds of them at once, which will cost Tyrion a lot of valuable time.

But once the bone dragon joins the Darkblade's combat unit, the strength of the Screamer Legion will increase again, so Tyrion is willing to pay time to wait, anyway, now, the eyes of the Stormwind Kingdom are still attracted by the growing rebellion in the western wilderness, and the legion recruitment in the Twilight Forest Necropolis is also proceeding in an orderly manner, and by the time the young king notices the deadly blade from behind, it is already a situation that is powerless.

In this calmer night than ever, at the top of Blackstone Mountain, the Death Lords are still making their final efforts to clear them, and a Death Knight discovers the hiding place of the last rebellious orcs, a strange cave hidden deeper in the Black Wing's lair, filled with black dragon magic and engineering defense robots, and a strange lava worm.

There are dangerous enemies hidden in the small underground palace, and Tyrion originally planned to clean up the things left by Nefarian himself, but he was attracted by another matter, so the task of cleaning up the underground palace was handed over to the Lords of Death after a full warm-up, and it is said that Glokush's two sons were also hiding in the palace, so the cleanup operation was in charge of Glokush, in this kind of thing, Tyrion actually didn't mind pushing the boat.

As Sarufar said, Tyrion was a perceptive man who knew how to rally with his trusted subordinates.

At the same time that the Death Lord and the elite knights rushed into the Blackwing Blood Ring, in the ruins of the ruined Blackstone Tower, Tyrion was standing in the center of the ruins, frowning, looking at the corpse in front of him.

These were the corpses of the Thorn Trolls, piled up by the knights, who were supposed to be sent to the Dark Warlocks to be drafted as necromantic infantry, but the Warlocks reported that the trolls' souls could not be summoned back by spiritism like other races, as if something strange had held their souls away.

The news quickly caught Tyrion's attention, and his instincts told him that it had something to do with the "Grim Reaper" of the troll tradition.

When he entered this world 300 years ago, Tyrion knew of the existence of the Abyss of Hades, a small plane attached to the real world, the fate of the souls of most races after death, ruled by Hela, the king of Hades, and Hela was a cruel and cunning madwoman, powerful and irreconcilable with Odin, the leader of the Titan Guardians.

That's a level that Tyrion can't reach yet, so the King of the Dark Blades is not in a hurry to explore the secrets of the abyss of Hades, but it is said that when Hela rebelled, not all of the "soul inducers" created by the chief manager Odin, known as Vagri, rebelled with her, and some scattered to various parts of the world to continue their mission.

Only those who were lucky enough to see these kind Vargri as souls after death, and there were some guys who saw Varghri who came to receive the soul in their near death, but were eventually rescued, and began to sing legends about angels, and over time, many civilized races, including dwarves and gnomes, began to believe in this legend, and they called those kind Wagri... Soul Healer.

Tyrion secretly searched for these Vagris, and the instinct to capture and heal the Varri's soul in the Shadow Realm was a fatal temptation for the Darkblade Legion, but the search for the Lord of the Darkblade was never fruitful.

The Vargri, scattered all over the world, are kind, but that doesn't mean they're weak or stupid, they must have discovered Tyrion's existence and Tyrion's search for them, but for some reason, they didn't want to show up.

"I can't find Wagri, but maybe I can..."

Tyrion crouched down and placed his finger on the corpse of the leader of the Thorn Thorn in front of him, a female troll who wore a cumbersome and eerie battle suit, looking like a savage costume, looking like a spellcaster, but instead of using a staff or a magic blade, she held a strange voodoo warbow and a quiver full of special bone arrows.

This guy is covered in oil paint, she looks very strong, she can use the ability of shadows, she is elusive, at least 5 low-level knights died at her hands, and in the end, it was 3 high-level knights who took it upon themselves to surround her, which was worthy of killing her.

"Shadowhunter... Loa's close attendant. ”

Tyrion closed his eyes, just as he had touched Iriel's soul in the Dark Temple, his large, cold soul searching the corpses in front of him for the remaining soul fragments to find out where the trolls' souls were.

And in the vision of pure souls, Tyrion saw the eerie fissures that shone above the bodies of these trolls, like a door of shadows, leading to a distant, unknowable place.

The King of the Blades pursed his lips as he looked at the rift, and after a moment, he called inwardly:

"Khadgar, come to me."

A moment later, the figure of the Great Lich stepped out of the shattered teleportation light, and he looked at Tyrion and said calmly:

"You interrupted my process of making bone dragons, and you have to compensate me for my pleasure, my majesty."

"Forget the bone dragon, that thing is pointless."

Tyrion crouched beside the corpse of the troll Shadow Hunter in front of him and beckoned to Khadgar:

"Come here, I invite you to go on an adventure in a fun place... Of course, this is a bit dangerous, and I need you to set up a passage in advance that will allow us to return in case of crisis. ”

"Huh?"

The archlich raised an eyebrow, and he stepped forward, observing the rift levitating above the troll's corpse with his soul vision at Tyrion's signal, and after a few seconds, the archlich's voice became intriguing.

"I read in Madison's diary that he said that this world hides the hell of three living people... If I'm not mistaken, you've found the entrance to one of them? ”

"The troll's Grim Reaper, a Loa, I guess, should be called Bonsandy."

Tyrion smiled silently, "You know what? I've always wanted to build our own hell... Perhaps we can learn something valuable from this place in front of us. ”

"I take back what I said before, it's really much more interesting than making a bone dragon."

Khadgar stood up, took out a few perfect soul crystals, and placed them behind him:

"Wait for me for a few minutes, and I'll make a soul recall circle."

A few minutes later, Tyrion and Khadgar in the soul state glanced at each other, and the two of them stretched out their hands in unison and touched the soul rift that had become dim, and the next moment, the scenery around the two changed suddenly, their souls seemed to be infinitely stretched, and there was a feeling of passing through the dark door, and at the moment when the dizziness of the soul stopped slightly, the King of the Dark Blades raised his head and saw a ruined palace, full of troll style, shrouded in a faint layer of mist.

Above the mist, a procession of troll souls walked the sky, dazed, mechanically moving forward, finally in the darkness of the collapsing palace.

"Look at these runes, I've never seen them, not even in Medivan's diary, the civilization inheritance of these ancient trolls can always make people feel shocked."

The Great Lich bent down and carefully studied the inscriptions carved into the ruined palace, while Tyrion's attention was focused on the weathered sculpture in the center of the palace.

It looked like a voodoo festival, and the sculpture was a spooky troll in a bony mask, and he could always feel like he was smiling, and that smile had a hint of cynical taunt in it.

"Have you seen enough? Outsiders? ”

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two souls, Khadgar subconsciously clenched his fingers, a floating shadow drifting in the palm of his hand, and Tyrion looked up to see the masked troll Loa with his arms folded, suspended in the air, tilting his head and looking at them with a curious gaze.

"Very few souls dare to enter the Hades on their own initiative, let alone the souls of elves and humans."

The troll's Grim Reaper hovered beside them, each movement bringing a trail of afterimage behind them, and he playfully said:

"Your souls are not under the control of Old Bond Sandy, so either get out of here now, or leave something behind so that Old Bond Sandy is willing to waste time and "talk" with you. ”

"Oh."

Tyrion replied dryly, he looked at the troll Loa in front of him with a skull mask and a strange pendant on his shoulder, what to say about the strange appearance of this guy in front of him... It always reminds the King of the Dark Blades of the ruffians of the other world who love heavy metal music.

"What do I have to do to make a weak Loa my friend?"

"Weak? How dare you say that old Bond Sandy is weak? ”

The Troll Reaper seemed enraged, his body drifting backwards, and at his silent call, the souls of a number of sturdy trolls in full armor with golden weapons surrounded Tyrion and Khadgar, and in the fog behind them, some massive soul constructs holding ghost scythes slowly appeared.

"I am as old as your world, and I have seen your ancestors gather here to build meaningless cities, and they are like worms crawling on the ground, doing everything they can to craft their own weapons of war and wage endless conquests... Just for a little bit of scraps..."

"Hehe, your individuals don't have their own thoughts, and the leaders lose their glory... groping their way forward in the dark, but not knowing that the reins of the horse that led them forward were already in the hands of careerists... Your life is always lived in this humble posture. ”

As Bonsandy's voice sounded, the surrounding sea of souls became larger and larger, but the surrounded Tyrion and Khadgar did not show a frightened expression, and the King of the Dark Blades slowly bowed his head and said to the great lich behind him:

"It's an interesting passage, write it down, Khadgar, and it might come in handy when we scare the living in the future."

Tyrion turned his head and looked meaningfully at the bluffing Bonsandy in front of him:

"So you still don't understand? You're talking to two dead people about the fragility of life, you can't scare us, Bonsandy, at least for now, you can't scare us. ”

"So, instead of wasting time fighting a war of words, let's talk about things that really help both parties, it is said that the power of the Grim Reaper comes from the soul that is controlled by itself, so I'm curious, don't you want more souls? The souls of the trolls who no longer believe in you... Don't you want to punish them? ”