"Huh"

Tyrion opened his eyes, and he looked up from the cold, dark graveyard to see the Windrun Village, which had been reduced to ruins, and the Windranger Tower in the distance had been completely destroyed by the ravages of dragonfire.

The familiar scenery is no longer visible, as if the last trace of the past in my heart has been completely erased by the war.

Tyrion looked back at the tombstone behind him, which he had personally erected here last night, representing the past he had buried with his own hands.

The stone tombstone is decorated with slightly hideous white bones, which are the bones of Guldan, which were used by Tyrion to pay tribute to the souls of the dead, and in the sadness, and the words carved by Tyrion represent his last remembrance of the dead.

"Where the dawn blooms, where the night ends, you are the greatest general, the most fearless hero, the most steadfast protector, and the most perfect mother."

The epitaph on the inscription was not remarkable, and Tyrion didn't even inscribe Liresa's name, and he didn't want her to be disturbed.

The Death Knight leaned down, his fingers touching a wildflower by the tombstone, the delicate little flower miraculously survived the flames of the night's war, but its petals had withered, and it looked like it was about to die, just like the ashes of the earth.

"Buzz"

The frost surging at the tips of the fingers covered the small flower, like the most perfect layer of protection, and the crystal ice covered the strong flower little by little, casting it into a bouquet of ice that would never die.

He half-knelt on the ground and placed it next to the tombstone in front of him, and he reached out and touched the stonestone.

"I'm leaving, and I'll probably never come back."

"But if I die, I wish I could be buried here, and I can be with you forever..."

"I know you yearn for peace, but I'm sorry, Mother... I can't hug it anymore. ”

"Goodbye."

The Death Knight stood up, his eyes closed, and stood in front of the tombstone for a moment, then turned away, a cloak of darkness looming over his body, as if it had shrouded his fate, and there was no light in sight.

Ten minutes later, on the outskirts of Quel'Thalas, in the half-burned forest, four behemoths were placed on the ash-strewn ground, four dead young dragons, three of which had been killed by General Liresa.

During the war, the elves didn't bother to dispose of the corpses, and by the time they came back to their senses, the three-headed dragon corpses were gone.

Tyrion looked at the corpses of the four young dragons in front of him, one of them had shriveled skin and looked terrifying, like a zombie dragon, which was the worst one that he had drained all his blood, and the other young dragons were also cut open by Luminas and Celent at this time, and they were constantly bleeding.

Dragon's blood is a real good, and Tyrion drained the young dragon's blood, the scorching blood almost evaporating his entire body, but cooling it down to make his body stronger enough to hold more of the energy of death.

The other Death Knights can't draw dragon blood directly like him, but with a little treatment, they can also be used to strengthen their bodies.

"Their souls are gone."

Grokush walked up to Tyrion and said to him, "We can't wake them up in the way of a Death Knight, we can only use them as the lowest level of walking corpses. ”

"Enough!"

Tyrion replied, "It's just a baby dragon, and there is no chance of becoming a bone dragon or an ice dragon, at least they can be a good mount and a weapon of destruction if necessary." ”

"It's a big project."

The Black Hand shrugged his shoulders, although he couldn't kill Gul'dan completely, but he cut off the guy's head, which also made him breathe, he looked at the dark rangers who were busy painting the psychic circle, and said:

"It can take a whole day to get it right."

"Enough!"

Tyrion reached out and grabbed a white skull around his waist, which he held in his hand and played with, and finally, he turned his head to look in the direction of the orc camp:

"The elves will help us hold them back, Zuluhid was cut off by Luminas' own hands, without him, those young dragons are nothing to fear, let's go, let's go recruit new members, and then... Tonight, let's kill them all! ”

While Tyrion and Glokush are wandering the post-battle battlefield in search of qualified new members for the Knights of the Darkblade, in the orc camp, Overseer Sarufar is also contemplating the battle situation in Quel'Thalas.

In last night's war, the orcs decisively chose to retreat when they saw the elves' reinforcements arrive, but the Amani trolls, who hated the elves to the core, did not do so.

On the contrary, even after the orcs withdrew, these trolls continued to attack like crazy, and after the loss of Zurkin, they did not have a qualified leader, and they were a large rabble.

The Amani trolls use their own practical actions to perfectly interpret what cannon fodder is... Their frenzied attack, regardless of attrition, kept all the elven pursuers at bay for the retreating orcs, and even now that the battle was over, the trolls, carried away by hatred, were still attacking the elves' re-established defenses.

"Aside from the routed Raiding Clans, the losses of the Twilight's Hammer and the Dragonmaw Clan are not significant."

Sarufar's face was still a little pale, and he sat in his chair, thinking about the battle of Quel'Salas:

"But we can't waste too many troops here, it's just a feint, and the purpose has been achieved."

The Orc Overseer's eyes narrowed, he got the battle report this morning, there were human reinforcements in the elven army, which means that their war in Quel'Thalas has attracted the attention of the human kingdom, and the number of those reinforcements is not large, that is to say, the human kingdom has put most of its military strength on the front line of confrontation, and they may not have much time to pay attention to the elves.

"That's a good thing, now... Just wait for the order of the Great Chief. ”

Thinking of this, Sarufar reached out and rubbed his chest, last night's fierce battle had caused him to lose at least a fifth of his blood, although with the strong physique of the orcs, he only needed a few days to recuperate, but the terrible threat that Tyrion showed in the battle still made the orc overseers keep their hearts.

Tallon. He'd heard the news that the Bloodfiend's Death Knights had been routed by the Paladins on the front lines, but now it seemed that it wasn't Talon who was really noteworthy. Bloodseeker, but this sudden rise of Tyrion. Dawnblade, the elven ranger he slain.

Unfortunately, he had already betrayed the Horde, and the moment he killed Gul'dan's body, he was already completely on the opposite side of Sarufar.

"Overseer! We found Zulushid..."

Sarufar's thoughts were interrupted by the guard's report, and he raised his head and shouted:

"Then let him come and see me!"

"Ugh"

The guards lifted the curtain of the tent with some embarrassment, and walked into it with a pocket, and after a few moments, Sarufar saw the head in the pocket, which belonged to Zuluhid, and when the head was cut off, the horror of the orc chieftain still remained on his cheeks, which was a shame for the orcs.

"Take it down!"

Sarufar felt a tightness in his chest, the wound on his head was frozen, and there was no doubt that it was the handiwork of those death knights, and Zulushid, although cowardly, arrogant and stupid, was in command of the Dragonmaw Clan, and now that the chief had been killed, if Sarufar could not come up with a convincing reason, I am afraid that the Dragonmaw Clan would rebel in an instant.

"It's a mess!"

Sarufar scolded, but the current situation didn't give him much time to hesitate, the trolls had already proven that they were not qualified allies at all, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated, and once the elves calmed down the trolls' troubles, it was self-evident who they would settle accounts with in the next moment.

"Quel'Salas can't stay!"

Sarufar gritted his teeth and stood up, about to call a meeting of the chiefs, and at that moment, a tired orc messenger rushed into the tent:

"Overseer, I brought the High Chief's secret order!"

"Huh?"

Sarufar was stunned for a moment, Quel'Salas was thousands of kilometers away from the hilly battlefield on the front line, and in this case, unless something big really happened, with Orgrim's talent for war, it was impossible for him to pass orders in this way.

The Orc Overseer reached out and took the leather letter from the messenger, he unfolded it and glanced at it, a gleam of undisguised joy beating in his eyes.

"Guards! Go and ask the chief of Gugar to come over... By the way, bring Guldan's soul with you, Dragon's Throat... Forget about the dragon's throat! ”

A few minutes later, Gugar walked into Sarufar's tent with Guldan's soul stone, and Sarufar was not polite, and directly handed Orgrim's secret order to Gugar, who looked at it, and his three eyes immediately showed a look of surprise.

"Is this true? Those human beings, at this time... (This may be a dastardly tactical fraud!) ）”

"Of course it's true!"

Sarufar moved his wrist and said in a deep voice:

"The kingdom of Alterac has always been so bad, it's no surprise that they made such a choice, there is no need to worry about the frontline battlefield, and now, it is time for us to set off on the real battlefield... I plan to go straight from the Stratholm region of the Lordaeron Kingdom into the hinterland of the Human Kingdom, and according to the Scout's intelligence, we only need to make a 2-3 day rapid march to reach the Lordaeron Kingdom! ”

The Orc Overseer clenched his fists, his eyes full of anticipation of victory:

"By that time, the big picture will be decided!"

Gulgar hesitated for a moment, and Guldan's soul stone had no special reaction, and after a moment, the two-headed ogre chief replied respectfully:

"So, when are we going? (On a night when it's more mobile?) ）”

"Hmm... This afternoon! ”

Sarufar squinted his eyes, a cold but absolutely valid idea formed in his mind, and he lowered his voice:

"I'll have the Dragonmaw Clan dispatch all the young dragons this afternoon to attack Quel'Thalas and attract the attention of the entire battlefield, and then we'll take this opportunity to pass through the mountains of Quel'Thalas and Stratholme as fast as we can, and by the way, tell the trolls about our upcoming counterattack!"

"Since they are only willing to be driven by revenge, let them go for revenge to their heart's content!"

"Bang"

Sarufar's fist slammed into the table, his eyes fixed on Gugar in front of him, and he asked in a deep voice:

"I have only one question now, Chief Gugar, is your Twilighthammer clan willing to give everything for the cause of Grand Chief Orgrim and the entire tribe?"

Gugar nodded without hesitation, stood up, and patted his chest:

"Of course! I am loyal to the Great Chief! (Each of my people and I are willing to give everything for the cause of the tribe!) ）”

The next second, he spoke again:

"It's the same with Gul'dan's Tyranny clan (the Warlock has recognized his mistake, you can trust him!). ）”

"Let's wait until the battlefield is said in action!"

Sarufar nodded, and at the same time, the Kukaron assassins who were quietly standing behind Gugar also dispersed under the command of Safarul's eyes, this is of course a combat meeting, but this is also an assessment, once Gugar and Gul'dan have any dissatisfied actions, Sarufar will not hesitate to kill them.

A few minutes later, Gugar came out of Sarufar's tent and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Even with a powerful warlock and mage like him, in such a small space, facing a warrior like Sarufar and more than 5 elite assassins, there is a high chance that he will be killed instantly.

But now it seems that his usual deferential disguise has greatly added points to him.

"Gul'dan, what should we do? (Do you want to follow him back to die?) ）”

Gugar asked in the spirit link, and after a moment, Gul'dan's voice rang out again:

"It's okay, follow him back first... When the Bloodfiend's cargo arrives, you and I will be truly free, and we will go to find our destiny, and let Orgrim and his tribe and alliance fight to the death..."

"There is only one winner in the end!"

"That's me!"

This sentence came to the minds of Gul'dan and Gurgar at the same time, it was clear that they did not trust each other, but the two conspirators, at least for now, still have the same goal and can cooperate.