"Wow, wow"

The Grim Reaper's huge wings flapped the sea-smelling air, carrying its master from the dark temple suspended in the sky, and slowly flying towards the isolated island in the sea in front of him.

Tyrion looked left and right at his surroundings, different from the Draenor he remembered when everything was born, and the outer lands where everything withered, and Draenor was probably in between the two, remaining neutral in a dangerous position, but no one could say when it would get worse.

So the Death Knight felt that he had to prepare in advance, the power of the Knights of the Dark Blade was scattered all over Draenor, like open fingers, facing fierce enemies, there was no deterrence, only by retracting all the fingers and clenching them into fists, could they have the capital and ability to fight against any surprises.

The wind whipped up by the Grim Reaper's Raven as it flew pulled a white trail on the sea behind it, like an airplane splitting the water, and roared down on the ground of the Franconian Peninsula, and the moment it landed, the reef that was clasped by its steely claws shook for a moment, and a series of small stones smashed into the water below, causing the surrounding schools of sharks to disperse quickly.

"How can there be so many sharks here?"

Tyrion leapt off the raven, and looking back at the near-black sea behind him, he asked softly:

"Did you throw something into the sea?"

Standing beside Tyrion was his old comrade-in-arms who had been absent for 2 years, and the blood mage Ottem, who was in charge of the search and war of Franlon. Sun Fury, I haven't seen it for 2 years, this old elf is still in the same silent posture, his waist is straight, and his whole body exudes a posture that no one is close to.

His hair had turned grayish like Tyrion's, and his emerald eyes had turned pale gray, making them look like real ice cubes.

In response to Tyrion's question, Roglio didn't answer, but pointed to the teams of skeletons not far away, these awakened lowest-level necromancers were carrying something suspicious back and forth, looking like part of the corpse of some behemoth, and those things had a strange dark green liquid on the surface... Tyrion guessed it was some kind of blood.

"The corpse of the proto-beast."

Rogge briefly explains: "Filled with unimaginably rich life force, a djinn resembling a super-large mammoth, but composed of plants, they are the last guardians of the plains of Franlon. ”

"Difficult to deal with?"

Tyrion squinted at the corpses of the proto-beasts that had been thrown into the water, and he touched the beard on his chin: "Or is there a lot?" ”

"Unfortunately, it's both!"

Rog made a "please" gesture to Tyrion, and then led the way, and the two of them soon arrived at the fortress of the Knights of the Darkblade in the plains of Franlon.

It is a fortress full of undead style, surrounded by dark and cold stones to resemble a tall tower, between the stones, filled with a material that resembles white bones, and at the top is an oversized surveillance gem, like an ice-blue eyeball.

This thing was copied by the Death Knights' Eye of Kilrog, which was used for forward reconnaissance by absorbing the Warlock spell, and has lost its ability to move, but it has a stronger range of surveillance capabilities, and can also perform a spell scatter similar to a cannonball when it is fully charged.

It's powerful... It's just that so-so is better than nothing.

As soon as he stepped into the icy psychic tower fortress, Tyrion was drawn to the huge specimen in front of him, and he approached the beautifully crafted djinn specimen with a frosty exterior and looked back at Roglio:

"Do you still have the habit of making specimens? I thought you had forgotten about this hobby. ”

"I've got to find something for myself to do."

Rog waved his hand nonchalantly, and the Death Knight leader turned his gaze to the specimen of the proto-beast djinn in front of him.

This thing is like a giant mammoth, with four hooves on the ground, like a creature that only lives in Northrend, the northern continent of Azeroth-Mammoth, but this plant djinn is much larger than a mammoth, according to Tyrion's estimates, this guy who is more than 6 meters tall weighs at least 5 tons, and is definitely a rare giant beast-level creature in Azeroth and Draenor.

And its skin is very much worthy of its race, the skin of the behemoth is made up of a thick and sturdy layer of vine-like plant tissue, and in its hands holding the heavy giant wooden war spear, Tyrion can even see the flowers that grow between the fingers...

In addition, there was no costume on the skin of this mountain-like beast, like a giant mammoth that had been shaved and haired, and even the pair of tusks were so vivid, but if you looked closely, the so-called tusks were nothing more than two conical pieces of wood.

"When this thing runs head-on against the battle formation, it's simply irresistible."

Roglio stepped forward, stood beside Tyrion, looked at the specimen of the giant beast in front of him, and even uttered a very vivid analogy:

"It's like a Colossus charging against a storm, and everyone knows that the storm can't help it... Three months ago, when this thing burst out of the spore forest in the very center of the Plain of Franlon, the legion I had worked so hard to build was wiped out by a wave of charges..."

The old ranger shrugged:

"I almost gave up... Until I discovered one of their Achilles' heels! ”

When Roglio got to the point, he seemed to have deliberately stopped talking, waiting for Tyrion to ask, who turned his head to look at him, and the two looked at each other for several seconds, and Tyrion coughed lightly and looked away, coughing lightly:

"Well, you succeeded, I want to know the story, let's say, what did you find?"

When Tyrion turned his head, a fleeting smile appeared on Rog's cold face, and he quickly restrained his smile and said solemnly:

"They're brainless!"

"Huh?"

Tyrion narrowed his eyes and uttered a nasal voice of unknown significance, "Should I take this sentence literally?" Or is it some kind of symbolism? ”

"Literally!"

Roglio stepped forward and took out an eye-sized black seed from the plate next to the specimen, which looked like a small stone, and threw it to Tyrion:

"This is their brain, in fact, we can't expect plants to evolve the same thinking organs as humans and animals, the proto-beast djinn that rushed out of the battle rushed out of the spore forest with unstoppable momentum, but that's it, the farther away from that weird spore forest, the more chaotic their situation becomes."

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, and he quickly thought of something very similar:

"Golem?"

"That's right! It's like those low-level golems in Quel'Thalas, once it's beyond the control core's control, all that's left is instinctive destruction and defense... These djinn are worse than golems, they have their own temper and character, but they are completely inintelligent enough to handle these complex things. ”

Legrio spreads his hands:

"I didn't defeat them at all, it was they who defeated themselves, do you know what these 6-meter-tall, 5-ton invincible monsters look like in my eyes?"

Tyrion gave a "please continue" look, and Rog snorted and pointed to his head:

"They're like half-finished products, and if the Plains of Francois are really the source of life in the world of Draenor, as you say, then this plant djinn is undoubtedly the last Praetorian Guard of this source of life, but it's a pity that it hasn't had time to add wisdom to these best warriors."

"So, you mean, our war on the plains of Francois is going well?"

Tyrion threw back the black pebble in his hand, crossed his arms and asked:

So, how long will it take for me to see my "loot"? ”

"For a long time! If I had such a small number of people, you would have to wait at least 10 years! ”

A flash of disdain flashed across Rogrio's face, and he turned back and tapped on the ice on the marker itself, and he said:

"Do you know why I'm freezing this specimen?"

The old ranger turned his head and showed a playful smile:

"It's alive! My lord, even if I dug out its "heart", dug out its "brain", and cut off two-thirds of the "blood vessels" in its body, it is still alive, as long as it is thawed, in less than half a day, our psychic tower will be completely overwhelmed by those crazy plants that have fallen off its body! ”

"Do you understand? Tyrion, they are the ultimate creations of the source of life in this world! You simply can't kill them on a normal basis unless you burn every plant tissue, they don't fall, and once they do, it's just the beginning of another catastrophe, they're two extremes of the same kind as we are! ”

"Two months before the start of the Franco-Launian War, we captured the peninsula and burned two-thirds of the land to ashes, but after that, less than a month, the island... As you can see, its forest cover is even wider than it once was, the mysterious source of life... It's devouring us with its insane life! ”

There was a hint of unwillingness in Rogrio's voice:

"Even if I don't want to admit it, these plant beasts may not need intelligence at all, they can truly reshape this world by relying only on their violent strength and completely immortal bodies, and let this world return to the barbaric rule of plants!"

"So, my best general told me that the Knights of the Darkblade lost the battle of numbers for the first time?"

Tyrion wasn't too disappointed, and he said calmly:

"Don't worry, when the forest grows to its fullest, there will always be a fire falling from the sky, this is the law of nature, from life to death, this is also our advantage, Rog... I have come to inform you that this war is over. ”

"It's a pity, I also want to see us capture Farren as soon as possible and find that source of Draenor's life, but now we have more troublesome things to deal with, the demon's spies have been almost all over Draenor in the past half a month."

The High Lord of the Death Knight moved his finger and said dissatisfiedly:

"They're scurrying around like rats right under their master's nose, they think I can't spot them, they're swaggering across my ground, it's clear that the demons are laughing at us, and they're planning a world-class invasion and they're going to slap me in the face, so you and your legion have to go back to the front."

"And what about here?"

A substantial flame jumped out of Roglio's gray eyes: "Are you going to let me leave here with shame and failure?" You're going to make me accept the ridicule from those brainless plants and walk away? ”

"I refuse!"

The stubbornness of the necromancer was undoubtedly displayed at this moment, and Rogge's toughness made Tyrion flutter for a moment, and then, as if the two of them were alive, he reached out and put his arm around Rog's neck, and he whispered:

"Don't make a fuss! We're still fighting when we're dead, but we don't want to accept hellish defeat... Listen to me, the ravens of the Aranka Peak Forest recently found a "good thing" when they were cleaning up the peak, and Reich is asking her Tibetan people to dig up that thing as quickly as possible, as long as we reassemble it, trust me, these damn plants are not a problem at all! ”

"You know, many, many years ago, these rampant plants tried to unify the world, but they failed on the land of the Raven Kingdom..."

The Dark Blade Lord's tone became cold:

"I'll let you go to the Alanca Peak Forest to reorganize it, and when that weapon is reorganized, the Plains of Farrenlon will be its first target, believe me, Rogge, I'm going to be more hungry than you are for the secrets buried here! And all you need to do is just endure and wait... Do you understand? ”

Tyrion took a step back, stretched out his finger, and tapped on Roglio's chest:

"Quietly waiting for the results to come! By the way, help me kill a few more demons..."

"Now that we've taken root in this world, no one wants to kick us out of here! Demons, no! ”

He clenched his fists, raised it, and placed it in front of Rogge, accentuating his tone:

"As long as they dare to reach out, we..."

Roglio also clenched his fists, and when he touched Tyrion's fist, the two of them said in unison:

"Chop off their claws!"