The secret talks agreed with Viren took place in Shattrath, a neutral city that would always favor the Draenei, but if Naruadal, who ruled the area, hadn't gone mad, it wouldn't have broken its neutrality.

Because that means that the Oakington Warband, which is stationed less than 1 day away from Shattrath, will immediately attack the city, and then it will cause an internal war in the world of Draenor, judging from the current situation, even if all the remaining lives of the world of Draenor are tied together, it will not be enough for the Knights of Tyrion's Darkblade to fight.

The mad undead have defeated the unstoppable demons head-on!

Coupled with the terrifying weapon that Tyrion had come up with at the end of the war, the kind of rays that burned like the real sun, if he really used that weapon to attack Shattrath, probably all other lives would be burned to death in an instant, except for Naru himself.

Naru generously provided a safe enough place for the meeting between the Prophet and the Great Lord of the Darkblade, and the Shattrath Tavern, which was usually crowded with people, was so crowded that even the owner of the tavern was "invited" to the city square.

Unfortunately, in such an absolutely safe venue, the talks between the two were at an impasse from the start.

"Why should you let the Draenei leave Draenor?"

With a hint of anger, Viren said in a deep voice:

"We have lived here for 200 years! A lot of Draenei were born and raised here, everything about them is here, and this is our home! How can you make such an impudent request! ”

"I didn't know that one of the owners would lead the thugs to tear down their own home."

Wearing a fully covered helmet and draped in a black coat, Tyrion retorted angrily: "Your home is in Argus, which has been taken over by demons, you just fled here, and you have brought disaster to this world... What's more, Prophet, are you deaf, I'm talking about letting you leave this world with a part of the Draenei and go to Azeroth! ”

Beneath the helmet, the ice-blue eyes stared at the Prophet:

"Don't tell me, you don't see the future of the Draenei... The future of your race is not in Draenor! Azeroth, that's where you should be! ”

"Of course I did!"

Viren shook his head:

"We will go to Azeroth, but not now, the future of fate is not happening now, we must wait, wait quietly in the world of Draenor."

"Don't be stupid! Prophet, the future has changed. ”

Tyrion said disdainfully:

"Changed by my own hands, you'll either be brave enough to jump into a new future in search of hope, or you'll be trapped in Draenor and watch your race die... Don't forget, the key to open the door of darkness is in my hands! I won't let you go, and you'll never want to take a step out of Draenor! ”

"Is it?"

In the face of this overt threat, the Prophet played with a black rosary in his hand, and his wise eyes looked up and down at Tyrion in heavy armor, and after a moment, he suddenly spoke:

"What are you hiding, Tyrion... As far as I can remember, you never wore a helmet... You weren't unscathed in that battle with Kazak, right, like your Knights, you also suffered heavy casualties, don't think I don't know what you're trying to do! ”

The Prophet's hand knocked on the table, and he said solemnly:

"I'm not going to give you the rest of the Draenei's necropolis! You also do not want to defile the souls of the warriors who have died in battle! ”

The atmosphere of the conversation between the two people froze in an instant, and after the truth was revealed, the faint hostility finally tore through the mask of the "ally", and truly put the irreconcilable conflict between the two on the table.

After ten seconds of silence, Tyrion suddenly spoke:

"Guess what, Prophet, your forbidden ship can block a few shots of Roukma's Breath"

"Think again, if the Storm Fortress, which can't take off, can protect your people unscathed in the face of a long-range strike from the Eye of Sargeras"

"Even if the Knights of the Darkblade suffer heavy casualties, it is a big deal that I am desperate and the united undead defeat the demons, will the Draenei be more difficult to deal with than the demons?"

"Bang"

The Great Lord slammed his armoured fist on the table, and the cold frost enveloped the whole table in an instant, and he stared into the eyes of the prophet and said calmly:

"There are many ways I can destroy your hungry civilization! Viren... I came with good intentions, and you thought your unilateral refusal would prevent me from getting it."

"If the negotiations don't get what I want, I'll start a war and take it myself!"

"Are you and your people really ready to die in Draenor?"

The Prophet's eyes became angry, but then they became calm, he looked at Tyrion, the rosary in his hand stopped moving at this moment, the Prophet's eyes closed slightly, and he whispered:

"Come on, then!"

"Let me see if your war, your death, can extinguish the light! Tyrion, since you have raised the threat of war, you might as well guess where the Tulayan Paladin, who practiced the Holy Light in Shattrath City, was sent by Naru."

"If you're really as omniscient as you claim to be, then you should know... The Draenei are never alone! ”

"Click"

Tyrion's fingers snapped, and his eyes became dangerous:

"You've summoned the Legion of Light fools! Don't you know that your so-called Mother of Light has gone mad?"

"The great Zela is just convinced of the fate she sees, she's not crazy..."

Viren opened his eyes, and there was an inexplicable glint in his eyes:

"I didn't summon the Legion of Light, a priest like me knows very well that once the Light reaches its extreme, it's not a good thing, but if I and my people are cornered... I don't mind doing that! ”

This round of-for-tat threats made the atmosphere in the house awkward again, and after another ten seconds, Tyrion suddenly smiled:

"Then why didn't you take such a desperate gamble when you were slaughtered by the orcs, do you think I'm better than the orcs, Viren... In my memory, you are not such a stubborn person who dares to sacrifice everything. ”

"That's because the war between you and your knights against the demons has given me hope to fight, and your victory has aroused courage in my heart and hope in the hearts of my people..."

Viren's tone also became softer:

"I have to thank you necromancers, Tyrion, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart... We are only participants in this war, but its glory of victory still awakens the sleeping civilization of the Draenei, and it will become a scene in our history that cannot be ignored. ”

"The dead teach the living a great thing... And I thought we were actually friends. ”

"Would You Rather Be Friends with the Dead?"

Tyrion calmly asked, "Don't hide your heart, prophet, no living person wants to be friends with the dead, the difference in the nature of life will make each other repellent, I have never thought of being friends with the living, it is self-deprecating... But since both sides have their own hole cards, let's use a more mature and rational approach to resolve disputes. ”

He tapped his fingers twice on the table:

"I will send the Death Knight to Teredor, recruit new knights, but only those souls who are unwilling to die and are willing to continue fighting after death, this is my last retreat!"

"But I still can't accept it!"

The Prophet shook his head:

"Everything else can be talked about except this issue, but this one can't be discussed! I can't betray the Warriors to death after they die, that's my bottom line! ”

"So you're willing to let the heroes who could have continued to fight be worn away from all their souls and wills in time, and finally weathered into meaningless bones... What pedantic! ”

Tyrion snorted, but seeing the Prophet's determination, he decided not to discuss the issue further, even if the Necropolis of Tyledor was fully excavated, there would only be 300-500 knights to recruit, and it was better to put this dispute on hold than to let the negotiations break down completely.

"Okay, skip that question."

The Death Knight straightened up, and he looked at Viren, "I will open the dark door and let you enter Azeroth, and I can even accompany you in a play to better integrate you into that world." ”

"What about the price"

The Prophet asked, "The demons won't give up on Draenor, it's dangerous to stay here, maybe you're right, it's not a good thing to go to Azeroth early, but I wonder what I need to pay for it"

"I want one of your ships!"

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, "There are a lot of dangerous demons that need to be kept in solitary confinement, so I'm going to ban the Demon Ship!" ”

"Impossible!"

The Prophet shook his head and refused: "The Forbidden Flying Ship is the only airship loaded with defensive weapons, and that can't be given to you!" ”

"Okay, let's settle for it, I heard that you have a ship that is specifically used to cultivate all kinds of plants, and there is a complete life support system inside, called the Eco Boat, right, I want that!"

Tyrion held out a finger and shook it:

"Don't be too busy refusing, Prophet, as an add-on, I'll give you the remaining half of the Phalanic Peninsula beyond the waters of Gorrond, where your ship has always stayed, hidden by the rich forests of the plains, right?"

"You even know that."

A flash of astonishment flashed in the Prophet's eyes:

"It seems that you are fully prepared, speaking of which, the sudden collapse of the other half of the Falcon Peninsula was your doing, the Breath of Roukma, right, the Storm Fortress far away from the ocean has observed a catastrophe, which my people think is the aftermath of a great earthquake."

"Of course, I never fight battles that I am not sure of!"

Tyrion clenched his fists:

"The rest of your people can be carried in three flying ships, and most importantly, the Storm Fortress that can no longer take off can stay in Draenor, and it can also provide a safe place for your civilians to live, and those who decide to stay can live forever in the Franco-Lenid Peninsula overseas, which is considered the reserve of the Draenei in Draenor, you can garrison troops, you can leave observers, etc., like those orcs who stay in Draenor, our well water does not interfere with river water."

"Some of these conditions are too generous."

The Prophet's eyes narrowed:

"It's a little hard for me to accept it."

"So it's conditional!"

Tyrion coughed a few times and said:

"First of all, the Draenei's method of using the Episis Crystal! Secondly, the remains of the Atama Crystal, I need a piece now, Shadow of the Leaves! ”

"It's not that I don't want to give it to you, Tyrion, but 13 years ago, I tried to reconcile with the orcs, and it was a failed diplomacy."

The Prophet said with some regret:

"The orcs have snatched the Shadow of the Leaves and the Heart of Wrath from me, and we have lost them forever."

"Stop pretending, Prophet."

Tyrion sneered:

"The Shadow of the Leaves is missing, I know about it, but you have recovered it, otherwise when Roglio went to scout the Plains of Franlon, why didn't he find out that your spaceship is said that the Shadow of the Leaves can easily make a city disappear from the sight of mortals, and the ship of the size of the Storm Fortress was not completely destroyed when it fell, that is the effect of the shield of Naaru, which has the strongest defense, right?"

"You see, I didn't have a lion to ask for all the crystals, I was already extremely restrained."

The Death Knight stood up and flicked his wrist, he looked at the Prophet and said with certainty:

"7 days to prepare, at dawn on the 8th day, the Death Knight will launch a full-scale assault on the Delaneei, and at that time, the dark door will also be reopened, and no third person will know about your conversation, it will be a secret for you and me, as long as you don't reveal all this, no one will know."

"It's for the good of your people, and I think you can understand that, and sometimes, ignorance is a supreme blessing that makes the ignorant move forward more courageously."

"The Draenei will leave the flame of civilization in Draenor, and I will not extinguish it, but on the contrary, the flame will continue to burn until the Knights of the Darkblade fall, provided that the people you leave behind do not trouble me..."

The Prophet also stood up, and he straightened his robes, and looked at Tyrion:

"So, the next time we meet, we're enemies, right"

The Death Knight didn't answer the question head-on, he just whispered:

"Let the living return to the living, and let the dead return to the dead, and it is clear and good for each other!"

"Take your people to Azeroth, this is where you belong, there is nothing but death, this is not the home of your dreams." The first free king of the Tang Dynasty

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