"Bang"

The shield of the defending general of Shattrath was smashed away by the halberd wielded by Serent, and the eyes of Luminas who followed him shone with a vicious light, and the split swords were like the wings of a butterfly, and in the staggered swords, the thunder elephant on which the general sat was pierced through the heart, and in its last mourning, General Tirasalan was thrown out.

The brave Draenei sword in both hands, stood up and roared, enveloped in the light, and once again charged at the Lords of Death, but behind him, Irel swung his hammer and mercilessly smashed it into General Tirasaran's back, knocking him to the ground.

"Bang"

Iriel's hooves stomped on the Draenei's chest, her hands holding the hammer above her head, her eyes filled with hatred.

"I recognize you, Tirassaran, the defense general of the Kalabo Temple, that you betrayed us along with Viren! Betrayed tens of thousands of compatriots who died in battle with Carabo! You threw your own people in the ruins waiting to die! ”

"Now, the belated judgment is coming!"

The Draenei Death Knight was wrapped in frost that was extremely cold, and her roar made General Tirasalan turn pale, and the veteran of the battlefield was shattered and gave up on resisting completely.

The humiliating memories of his hasty escape filled his heart, making him close his eyes and wait for the judgment to come.

And just as Irel was about to smash the hammer of revenge, a voice stopped her.

"Let him go! Iriel..."

The moment this voice sounded, the necromancers who were still fighting with the paladins put down their weapons in unison, and those paladins who were red-eyed and wanted to fight back were choked by the death energy rising from the ground, and in the beating of the dark red light, they were thrown out of the battle circle.

In the slums of blood and death, the exiles whose minds had been controlled by the apocalypse and who had wreaked havoc were also fully awake at this moment, and the annoying whispers of darkness receded from their souls.

The whole battlefield fell silent at this moment, and those who came to their senses looked dumbly at the blood on their hands, at the brothers they had killed, and they let out a terrible cry, and this cry also made the stopped Draenei Paladins clench their weapons again.

This gesture clearly angered the Lords of Death, who also drew their weapons, both sides with their losses, but neither of them willing to retreat.

"I say! That's enough! ”

The voice rang out again, this time more clearly, and Irel reluctantly withdrew her weapon, and with a swing of her kick kicked General Tirasalan away, and then turned back to see Tyrion walking out of the Tavern.

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade holds the magic sword Apocalypse in his hand, this rebellious weapon has suffered defeat in the previous rebellion, so it has become submissive again, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, quietly dormant, waiting for the next more deadly opportunity.

Heavy death energy burst out of Tyrion's body, but unlike the wanton energy of the past, the crimson energy became submissive, like a gentle storm, splitting into a wisp of dark red light that wrapped around Tyrion's body, like loyal guards guarding their master.

His face was tired, his eyes had returned to an indifferent ice blue, he scanned the battlefield around him, his loyal subordinates were covered with wounds burned by the Holy Light, Celent and Irel still had the flames of the Holy Light on their bodies, and there was not one of the awakened Necromancers, obviously, in the conflict just now, the powerful Lords of Death were not unharmed.

After all, this is the place where Shattrath, Naru is seated, and the Holy Light will be more lethal here, and it is not an advantageous battlefield for the Death Knights.

Above the slums, a thick barrier of holy light shrouded here, blocking the possibility of the Death Knights leaving, and it was clear that this unexpected conflict had angered the owner of the place, and Naruadar was expressing his displeasure in this way.

"Let go of the barrier, Adar."

Tyrion shouted:

"This was just an accident, the Knights of the Darkblade had no intention of attacking Shattrath at this time!"

"But you've done so, the slums have suffered heavy casualties, and the loyal guards have lost more than 30 of them... You're provoking the order of Shattrath, Tyrion. Dawnblade, it was a mistake for me to let you in... Where you are, the cold death is like a shadow! ”

Adar's voice is no longer gentle and full of oppressive power, Naru is a pure creature of holy light, they lack basic emotions, but once provoked, the wave of holy light that Naru bursts out of is just as terrifying, maybe Tyrion himself can be spared, but the Lords of Death who follow him will definitely die here.

"So what will you do?"

Tyrion whispered:

"I've said it all, it's an accident, no one wants it to happen, and I'm in a bad mood right now... Adar, have you really decided to go to all-out war with the Knights of the Darkblade? With the distance from Oakington's Necropolis here, your city will be flooded in an instant, and the Draenei will not have time to support you, even if you... How many people can you protect in the midst of war? ”

"No one wants to watch a war happen, but you... You must pay for this "accident"! Leave the magic sword in your hand... If you still have sanity, you should know that it's also for your own good! ”

Adar made a request, but Tyrion shook his head:

"Thank you for your concern, Adar, but Apocalypse doesn't want to stay here... In this way, as long as you are here for a day, the Knights of the Dark Blade will not take the initiative to attack Shattrath, this is my promise, and it is also the "sincerity" I showed for this accident, are you satisfied? ”

A few seconds later, a heavy curtain of light over everyone's heads dispersed, signifying the agreement, and the Death Knights left Shattrath to end this terrible journey, following the blood-stained path and in the hated "escort" of the Draenei Guardians, under the vicious and hostile gaze of all the survivors of the slums.

However, compared to when they came, there was one more person in their team.

"Send her back to the Dark Temple... You send her back yourself, Lumi, and stay there until she wakes up. ”

Tyrion handed the unconscious man in his arms to Luminas, he reached out and gently smoothed out Aurelia's long loose hair, this action made Luminas show a hint of joy, but before her smile could retract, Tyrion's curled fingers slammed on her head, Rumie let out a cry of pain, and the corners of Tyrion's mouth flashed a smile, but in an instant, it returned to its previous coldness.

He looked at Luminas solemnly and whispered:

"Myra and you're not the same as me and Aurelia, Lumi, I still don't agree with him being by your side as a living person... You see, the living have their own troubles and desires, and you... You can't get enough of that..."

"Who said that! We're not rotting and disgusting walking corpses..."

Lumi straightened her neck and retorted in a low voice with her red cheeks:

"Besides, Myra renounced the faith of the Light for me, and that proves his point! Besides, you're not qualified to speak of me, Tyrion... Your previous claims are all wrong, and the dead can live peacefully with their own past..."

"But the pain when you wake up is still indispensable."

Tyrion glanced at her, Luminus shook her head stubbornly, she waited for her blood-red eyes, looked at Tyrion, and said seriously:

"It's just a pain for the soul, just get used to it."

"Also, Myra said he wanted to meet you, about Kael'thas claims and his own decisions... I don't want him to be a death knight, I don't want him to be a corpse as cold as me, I've discussed it with him, if you can, I want you to turn him into Salein... He was a genius mage before, and according to you, the transformation is very likely to be successful! ”

"Are you sure he is really willing to give everything for you? Lumi... This answer is crucial, as for Salein, let's talk about it later... Now, I'm going back to the Alanca Peaks. ”

Tyrion ended the conversation, and he let out a long sigh as he turned his head to look at the southern sky.

"Sarufar has some tricky troubles that we have to settle before we can meet with Viren..."

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Before the world of Draenor changed, in the center of the continent, in the center of Tarador, and in the middle of the vast wilderness of Gollund, there was an ocean deep inland, known as the Sea of Zanga, which was part of the vast and boundless ocean of this small world.

There are many deserted islands in the Zangar Sea, and when the orcs slaughtered the Draenei, after the city of Shattrath was breached, the Draenei prophet Viren took the remaining Draenei and fled to the Zangar Sea with the help of Naru.

And with the changes in the world, especially the silence of the elements, after the world was infected by evil energy, the oceans of the whole world also changed, and the Zangar Sea began to lose water, until 2 years ago, at the time of the elemental recovery, the entire Zangar Sea has become a half-ocean and half-swamp terrain, and the swamping of this area continues, maybe within a few years, this ocean will completely disappear, so many exiles also began to call this area the Zangar Swamp.

The swamping of the ocean has killed many sea creatures and exposed the whereabouts of the Draenei, and in the middle of the Zangar swamp, a converted island called the Draenei stronghold of Tyledor has welcomed new guests in the past few days.

At that time, the alien species called dwarfs, to the tall Draenei, who generally exceeded 2 meters, the 1.6-meter dwarf was almost like a stunted child, and of course, the curious gaze of the Draenei made Kudran, as an envoy of the Alliance. Brutehammer was dissatisfied, and he felt that the Draenei were laughing at his height, which was very rude in dwarven tradition.

"But these Draenei drinks are really strong!"

Kudran and his entourage, his companion Alfonso, who grew up together. Thunder Ming sat in the Draenei's tavern and drank heartily, he had just received news from the Hellfire Peninsula that the undead had completely retreated and the base had been preserved, much to the relief of Kudran, who had been ordered to find reinforcements.

"Kudran, I took a walk around this island yesterday afternoon under the pretext of distraction..."

Alfonso was already drunk, but the drunkenness did not affect the horseman's thinking, and while he secretly looked at the little tail of the Draenei woman walking not far away, he said to Kudran in the dwarven language:

"If this were all that the Draenei were left, they would have been on the verge of extinction, with less than 10,000 civilians left, scattered on the islands around Teredor, living on local catch and hunting, and if it weren't for their engineering skills, I would have thought they lived in primitive tribes."

Kudran took a sip of wine and shook his head:

"It's not like that! Alfonso, don't be fooled by these Draenei, although we can see that there are less than 1,000 soldiers capable of fighting, I'm sure they must have other strongholds in Draenor besides Teredor... Otherwise, it can't explain why those undead don't attack them, obviously, they still have the power to protect themselves and even fight back! ”

"But they certainly can't help the league anymore... Our mission was a failure. ”

Although it is less than 2 days to reach Teredor, the war-seasoned dwarves have already seen the current situation of the Draenei... As far as the situation in Teredor's own situation is concerned, Kudran has to come to a disappointing conclusion.

The Draenei here have no strength to support the Alliance, and even if the Alliance is going to be permanently present in the Draenor world, they will likely have to support the Draenei refugees in turn.

"Oh, Mr. Kudran, please come with me, the Prophet has just returned to Teredor, and he wants to summon you."

A priest of the Draenei, dressed in sacrificial robes, walked briskly over to the drunken dwarves, frowned, glanced at the two drunken dwarves, and said in a very unskilled lingua franca:

"Do the guests need to take a break first?"

"Little girl, don't worry!"

Kudran laughed and stood up, drank the last sip of wine, wiped his wine-stained beard, patted his chest and said:

"This little wine has completely affected old Kudran, lead the way, and let us meet your prophet first..."