On the beach where Kazak died, the Death Lords of the Dark Blade, at the signal of the Great Lord, quietly formed a siege net, and the prey in the net was the Draenei prophet who had just fought together... Viren.

The old prophet with his staff had his eyes slightly closed, and he didn't seem to sense this potential threat.

But the next moment, his old fingers brushed on the pendant made of broken purple crystal around his waist, a touch of strong magic power was drawn, the weak prophet returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the forbidden demon flying ship suspended in the sky to attack the demon also quietly moved to the top of the beach battlefield at this moment.

It was only then that Viren opened his eyes and looked meaningfully at Tyrion, whose eyes were only calm, and the Prophet smiled and said:

"I am honored to share the glory of this victory with you, Tyrion. Dawnblade, I thank you for helping me slash my enemies. ”

"I also thank you for your last-minute intervention, Prophet."

With a wave of his hand, the Lords of Death took a few steps back as they walked over to Kazak's corpse and began to collect the "materials" that could be used on the archdemon.

The Lord of Death and the Prophet looked at each other, and he whispered:

"Without your help, we wouldn't have been able to defeat this demon lord so easily... But the war isn't over yet, the remnants of demons are all over Draenor, and we're destined to be busy for the next few days. ”

"And what I'm trying to say is, after we're done, maybe we can pick a place to sit down and talk."

The light in Tyrion's eyes dimmed, he looked at the Prophet, and after a moment of silence he said:

"About Azeroth, about the Draenei, and about the future of this world."

The Prophet rubbed the black rosary in his hand, his eyes lit up with thought, and after a few seconds, he let out a long sigh and asked with some regret:

"So, the Draenei and the Necromantic are still destined to not be able to share this world?"

Tyrion did not answer this question, and with Nassar's help, he walked out of the sand, and as he left, he looked back at the Prophet and whispered:

"We'll talk about that later... At least for now, enjoy this hard-won victory with your people, Prophet. ”

Viren stood on the beach, he watched Tyrion leave, and then looked back at the battlefield near the pool of Argona, the demons who had lost their leader, lost their portals, and surrounded by a huge number of undead had begun to break through, and in the foreseeable future, these scattered and fleeing demons would definitely become the biggest hidden danger in the world of Draenor.

But... That will be for later.

The Prophet breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to call out to the Forbidden Ship, when he saw the Death Lord Syrant walking towards him carrying a black, blood-drenched demonic horn, and the Death Lord handed Kazak's demonic horn to the Prophet, and there was no other emotion in the elven gray eyes, and he said dryly:

"Tyrion asked me to give this to you... As a memorial, he said, the murderer is in the law, and perhaps it will bring some solace to your people. ”

The Prophet looked at the bloody Demon Horn, as a devout follower of the Light, he didn't really like these savage booty, but he had to admit that the Lord of Death in front of him had a point, he might not need such loot to prove himself, but his people certainly needed it to boost their will.

So the Prophet bowed slightly, he stretched out his finger, and a gentle light brushed the black demonic horn like a sharp blade, and after wiping the blood from it, Viren took the heavy trophy, and with a gentle smile in his eyes, he said to Celent:

"Thank you, then, Mr. Tyrion for me."

"Buzz"

In the beating of the pale blue light, the figure of the prophet disappeared on the beach, and on the other side, Tyrion's body, which was supported by Nasa, trembled violently, and the Blood Warden immediately felt the death knight's power disappear, like a weak patient, almost lost control of his body, before falling unconscious, Tyrion gritted his teeth and said:

"Take me... Send back... The Dark Temple, this news... Secrecy! Let's, let Orem come over! ”

After speaking, under the surge of irritable evil energy in his body, his eyes went dark, and he was completely unconscious, and Nassa stood in place, holding Tyrion, a trace of suppressed hideousness flashed in her eyes, but in the end, she still held Tyrion in her arms in an ambiguous gesture, and then quietly disappeared on the edge of this chaotic battlefield.

Three days after Kazak's death, in the halls of the Dark Temple, which had resurfaced into the sky, the Lords of Death had once again come together to open the monthly Council of the Lords of Death.

Despite the Necromancy's lack of emotion, the atmosphere of the meeting was noticeably more cheerful, after all, their victory over the Burning Legion was a rare and precious victory.

The most out-of-the-box Luminas, Iriel, and Queen Reshi of the Aranka Peaks sat together, chattering about some girls, while Celant and Roglio were also whispering, and Glokush and Sarufar sat quietly in their chairs, the two orc death knights were the type who didn't like to talk too much.

They were waiting for the meeting to begin, but this time the two Blood Mages were absent, supposedly performing the Lich Transformation Ritual of the human archmage Khadgar, which was important enough for the Death Lords to understand.

"Bang"

The door to the council chamber was pushed open, and Aurelia in her robes strolled into the hall amid the escort of two high-ranking death knights, and she sat gracefully in her place with Tyrion, an action that made the atmosphere in the hall strange.

Aurelia looked around, and in the silence she spoke:

"My husband Tyrion is currently working on some confidential matters, and he can't attend this meeting, so I'll take his place for the time being, and I'm going to introduce you to a new friend before this meeting begins."

The Windranger, known as the Blood Lord, stood up, her scarlet eyes blinking, and whispered:

"He's going to be a new member of the Lords of Death's Council... Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome our new partners. ”

Aurelia's words fell, and the door of the conference hall was pushed open again, and in the eyes of everyone, a slender figure appeared in the doorway, he was wearing a bright red robe painted with a dark phoenix, holding a scepter made of dragon bones, his long gray hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and on his handsome cheeks, there were a pair of scarlet eyes that were exactly the same as Aurelia.

As he walked forward, the surging magic and the smell of blood lingered around him, representing his power and identity.

A Salein, born after Tyrion, the first pure blood elf, not a half-finished product like a blood mage, but a real, innate Salein.

"Myra!"

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Death Lord, Luminas, who stood up and walked quickly to her lover, who smiled and hugged his wife, and the two kissed together like glue in full view.

"Bang Bang Bang"

After a few seconds, Aurelia knocked on the table and said helplessly:

"Pay attention to the image, two Death Lords, everyone is watching!"

The passionate kiss was interrupted, and Miss Lumi stood aside a little shyly, her head bowed, while Myra. The Dawn Blade stood in front of everyone with a generous appearance, and he said in a hoarse and magnetic voice of Sarein:

"Everybody knows me, Myra. Dawnblade, a mage from Quel'Thalas, a former paladin, one of the last descendants of the Dawnblade family, I volunteer to join the Knights of the Darkblade today, you... In the days to come, I will fight side by side with you! ”

"And, of course, congratulations on your victory over the terrible Burning Legion, a brilliant victory."

Irel was the first to applaud, and the other Death Lords also clapped their hands casually, the applause was a little sparse, but this did not mean that they despised Myra, in fact, for the dead, this kind of sparse applause already represented a warm welcome.

But the Death Lords are all arrogant guys, welcome does not mean recognition, whether Myra is qualified to truly become the Death Lord depends on his performance in the future, just like Tyrion said, the Knights of the Dark Blade, there is no need for waste.

"Take a seat, Myra."

Aurelia waved her hand, and the Blood Lord sat down beside Serent, and after a moment of silence, the Windranger propped his left hand on the table, propped his chin, and said somewhat nonchalantly:

"So, let's get down to the routine debriefing, guys."

"I'll do it first."

Luminas nodded to the others, stood up, and poured death energy into the table in front of him, and as the necromancy was activated, a complete map of Draenor appeared in front of everyone.

"From the beginning of 3 days ago to now, the garrison warband has launched an operation to eliminate the remnants of demons on the Hellfire Peninsula, but it has not gone well, my warband has suffered heavy losses in two demon wars, and so far, there are less than 900 death knights left under my command, and only 10,000 undead infantry left."

A bitter smile appeared on Luminas' face:

"I've lost two-thirds of my military strength, and now I can't even get together the basic structure of the warband, and if it weren't for Queen Reich's mobilization of the three flying squadrons of the Screamer Legion to support, I wouldn't be able to suppress the entire Hellfire Peninsula... There are too many remnants of demons here. ”

"The Oakington Warband can draw 500 knights to support you, and we lost at least a quarter of our strength in the battle three days ago."

Silent opened his mouth with some embarrassment and said:

"There are also demons entrenched near the headquarters of Talado, especially at the edge of the Terokkar Forest, in the mountain woodlands that were originally abandoned by the exiled Raven people, there are a large number of demon warlocks entrenched there, and even worse, we have enough evidence that those demons have tempted a group of refugees in the city of Shattrath, and those lowly and lowly fellows, under our noses, secretly communicate with those demons and provide them with resources, which is unbearable!"

"I've decided to start a raid in the next few days to wipe out the remnants of the demons there."

Celent stretched out her hand and made a "cut" motion, and the murderous voice fell, and Queen Reich let out a low hiss, her bird-like eyes fixed on Luminas, and she whispered:

"The Arlanca Screamer Legion may not have much strength, the demons have invaded Nagrand, forcing the local tiger tribe to cross the border and invade Alanka again, and the first Kali birds are about to hatch, I must prioritize the safety of my people."

"So Queen Reich will send troops together with the Arranka Warband to exterminate those bold tigermen."

Irel patted Luminas on the shoulder, and she said:

"Although the losses of the Alanka warband are slight, my warband is the smallest in number, Mr. Glokush needs support in Nagrand, the demons seem intent on occupying the orc holy land of Voshugu, and just yesterday, our scouts spotted some strange creatures near Voshugu, creatures we haven't seen before."

Irel frowned and said:

"They seem to have crept into this world with the demons."

Glokush also nodded, and spoke:

"Well, Captain Irel is right, it's a kind of force that is wrapped in bandages all over its body, and it also uses strange space magic to move, calling itself "Ethereal Spirit", in fact, more than 1 year ago, on the edge of the grassland of Nagrand, I found their traces, but probably because of the demonic attack, they suddenly disappeared, and now, they began to appear on a large scale. ”

The old orc's tone was a little stiff:

"It's unclear what they're trying to do, but there's no doubt that these guys are a hidden threat, and besides, a group of demons have broken into the ruins of the Hanging Fort in the far west of Nagrand, and our psychic circle there has been destroyed, and the recruitment of ogres has to be postponed."

The last to speak was the silent Sarufar, the orc currently in charge of Golrond's reconnaissance and strategic operations, who said very briefly:

"The Gorrond Legion can't pull out the strength to support... The forest over there is unusually active, and the wood spirits, which have been extinct for nearly 200 years in the orc records, have reappeared, and they have begun to fight with the exiled ogre tribe of Golrond for territory, and it is foreseeable that there will be no peace for at least the next two years. ”

Sarufar said with some regret:

"It's a pity that there are too few knights and soldiers assigned to me to intervene in their wars."

After everyone had finished speaking, the atmosphere in the council became heavy again, and although the demon was defeated, the situation was still very bad, and Aurelia sighed, and said helplessly:

"It seems that the area we rule has been almost infiltrated by the remnants of demons, and the price of victory is so expensive, the cannon fodder troops are almost completely wiped out, the lower-level knights have lost two-thirds, and the high-level combat power has lost one-third, it is simply a night back to the most embarrassing era of the Dark Blade."

"That's not the worst, Aurelia."

Celant's face was gloomy and he said:

"The development of the Oakington Necropolis is in its final stages, and even if we recruit all the remaining dead, we won't be able to fill the gap... The world is so small that at its peak, there would not have been more than 5 million lives living here, and we prosper based on the prosperity of the living. ”

"We need a new world!"

Glokush accentuated, "Otherwise, we'll be trapped here, and the demons... They won't give up on re-invading Draenor, and we'll have to find new resources to replenish! ”

"If the situation continues to deteriorate, then the next demonic invasion will be the time of our destruction."

Meanwhile, in the distant city of Shattrath, in the most secret room on the third floor of the Tianya Tavern.

"With all due respect, Mr. Tyrion."

The prophet Veren said to Tyrion with an ugly face:

"Your request is too much for the Draenei to obtain!"