While Tyrion and Anastarian were communicating, in another house at Lordaeron's court, the Lords of Death, who had not gathered for a long time, were sitting at a large round table.

Everyone, including Iriel, who had returned from his injuries, and the Blood Lords, who had been busy with other matters, including Myra in the Black Iron District, rushed over.

But the atmosphere in this room was not the slightest bit, it belonged to the joy of the reunion of comrades-in-arms, there was a lingering haze on the face of each lord, and even in the corner of the room, there was an unlucky fellow who was chained to a chair.

Danas. Torbain didn't care about the embarrassment of the scene, he was probably the most relaxed of all the lords, and he was even in the mood to instruct the high-ranking knights standing guard and serve him tea and water.

It was as if the chains on his hands and feet didn't exist at all.

It's just heartless to the extreme...

"Wow"

The door of the brightly lit hall was pushed open by two tall draenei death knights at the same time, and the cold wind of the rainy night poured into the hall, blowing those candles and fluttering, and the dark clouds and thunder in the night sky outside seemed to represent some ominous encounter that was about to come, and the death lords turned their heads in unison, and saw Tyrion walking in the rain, slowly coming. Dawnblade.

The Lord of the Blades to whom they are allegiated.

"Huh"

All the lords stood up in unison at this moment, even Danas, who was intoxicated and tasted the blood wine. Tolbairn also stood up, and everyone's faces were ugly, which was natural, because in this final war, everyone made mistakes.

Tyrion ignored the gloomy faces of the lords, he just stared ahead as he walked through the brightly lit hall and sat down on the front throne, the ruler of the Grimblade Necro leaning back in his chair, he breathed a sigh of relief, and waved his hand.

All the Death Knights in the entire hall quietly retreated, leaving only these big shots.

No one sat down, all the lords stood in front of their seats, and the King of the Dark Blades sat quietly in his chair in the entire hall, his eyes closed, his fingers crossed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The atmosphere was extremely strange for a while, Luminas hooked Myra's palm with her little finger, the latter turned her head slightly, and glared at her restless girlfriend with her eyes, Glokush exchanged glances with Sarufar on the other side, and after a few minutes, Silent gritted his teeth and nodded to Roglio.

The Death Lord, who had commanded the artillery unit in place of Roglio in the final battle, cleared his throat:

"Ahem, Your Majesty, I... Because of my mistake, the battle on the North Coast Battlefield was not ended before the arrival of reinforcements from the Human Empire, which directly caused the remnants of the Lordaeron Kingdom to hold out to the end, which is a mistake in my command, and I am willing to accept punishment. ”

After Celrant's words were finished, there was still silence in the hall, and now, even Irel couldn't help but wagging her tail, she asked the other Death Lords with her eyes, Hoof Sister was the last to join the war, and she didn't know what happened before that, so she couldn't understand why Tyrion was acting so weirdly at this time.

But no one can answer her doubts, because the truth is really too confusing...

"Sit down."

A few more minutes passed, and the statue-like Tyrion suddenly opened his eyes, and he looked at the Lords of Death under his command, not even Danas who was being chained to the side, and finally, he withdrew his gaze and knocked on the table.

"Let's have a good talk... About this war, about everyone's questions, about the mistakes we have made over the past period of time ... And finally, about Khadgar, and about me, and, of course, about our next phase of our battle plan. ”

"Uh..."

Tyrion's words made Luminas breathe a sigh of relief, she was the first to sit back in her chair, and the other Death Lords also sat down, Tyrion looked at Danas in the distance, and with a flick of his fingers, a black sword shadow resembling an Ember Messenger flew out, slicing the shackles on Danas's wrists with precision.

"Sit down, Thorbain."

At the behest of the King of the Blades, the freed Danas dragged his chair and sat down at the last seat of the round table, a move that secretly relieved the other Death Lords that Tyrion did not intend to put on a show of slaughter in front of their eyes.

However, the atmosphere in the hall was still strange, especially after everyone already knew what happened to the Great Lich Khadgar, as long as anyone with a little brain knew that this matter would not end so easily.

"Tell me about you, Celent has told his story, it's your turn, Sarufar!"

Tyrion calmly turned his gaze to the silent orc Death Lord, and the eyes of the others were also behind Sarufar, and after a few seconds of silence, Sarufar stood up, and he said with some shame:

"I... I've been ashamed of my mission, I should have killed the Grand Knight Uther, I should have brought all the civilians of Lordaeron under our command, but my... My son suddenly appeared and disrupted my thoughts. ”

The orc lord, who had always been indifferent, seemed to have completely opened up the conversation tonight, and he looked at his companions and said calmly:

"My child, Dranoche. Sarufar, who was not yet born at the time of my death, recognized him at a sight, an orc warrior as good as I was, and most importantly, uninfected by the fury of demonic blood, who was brave enough to challenge me when Uther was dying, even though he and his companions knew that they were no match for me. ”

"But they still did it, and I saw a lot of it in him... On courage, about will, I spent some time "coaching" his martial arts, and when I came back to my senses, Arthas. Minethil has set Lordaeron on fire and fled the city with the remaining civilians. ”

"I should have chased them and intercepted them, but I couldn't sit idly by and watch my son being thrown into a burning city, and I was afraid that the news of my son's appearance would be discovered by the other Darkblade warriors, so I wasted a lot of time and sent them to the safety of the wilderness alone."

Sarufar clenched his fists, then released them again, and finally clenched them again, and he whispered:

"I didn't finish my task because of my personal reasons, and I failed in shame."

"Sit down."

Tyrion didn't comment on Sarufar's actions, and he looked back at Roglio, the elven lord with whom he had been his longest-time comrade, who took a deep breath like a living man before standing up.

"Like Lord Sarufar, I also met my son, Kane, in Stratholme. Sunrage, he fell into the trap of the Dreadlord, I rescued him, the boy recognized me when he woke up, he begged me to leave with him, but I refused him, I wanted to bring Kane back to the Darkblade and let him live peacefully in the Defia Federation, but..."

Rogge's expression darkened a little:

"But he stole my seal and deceived my lieutenant Johnny. Aosen, which directly caused the 20,000 elven rangers in the besieged Queldorin Lodge to escape from Stratholme and disappear in the Living Forest of Quel'Thalas, I have enough reason to believe that those elves have the ability to survive in the Living Forest, and now they are likely to have boarded Quel'Thalas's Sunsail fleet and gone to Kalimdor. ”

"Because of my momentary negligence with Kane, well, it was actually my obsession that caused the Hammerfire Bands to fail to complete their set mission, and I... Be willing to be punished. ”

"Kane? That's my nephew, right? ”

Tyrion smiled, and he reached out to signal Rogrio to sit down, then turned his gaze back to Danas, the human lord who tried to stand up and tell his story, but was stopped by Tyrion.

"Your story doesn't need to be told, your exaggerated and inferior acting skills have spread throughout the Darkblade Warband, and your true martial arts skills are now the biggest gossip topic for knights in their spare time... I guessed you'd do it, but I didn't expect you to do it in such a stupid way. ”

The King of the Dark Blades shook his head a little speechlessly, and he stared at the somewhat embarrassed Danas:

"You should have been smarter."

A suppressed laugh erupted from the Death Lord's seat, which made Danas even more embarrassed, but Tyrion didn't put any more pressure on him, and turned his gaze to Luminas, who stood up with a snort and said rather sloppily:

"My story is not as touching as Sarufar and Rog's... I met my old adversary, I was controlled by hatred, and I was led out of the battlefield by that cunning little slut, and when I taught her a hard lesson, by the time I returned to the battlefield, the unorganized and undisciplined werewolves had been completely driven out of the city by the last of Gilneth's army. ”

Luminas shrugged his shoulders in some disappointment:

"I'm not as good as others, and I've delayed big things, so I'm willing to be punished."

"I'm more curious about who won the battle between you and Lannacel?"

Tyrion asked, the question that sent a flash of embarrassment in Luminas' eyes, and she shook her body, and after a moment, under the gaze of all the lords, she said with some reluctance and sullenness:

"That little slut has the help of Queldra, the Dragonforge Blade of Quel'Salas' heritage, and it's a very powerful holy sword, uh, well... I lost, are you satisfied? ”

At this moment, the laughter between the seats became a little louder, and the always paranoid Luminas took the initiative to admit his defeat, which was really a rare thing, this laughter made Luminas's face ugly, seeing that she was about to have another seizure, Myra, who was sitting next to her, hurriedly pressed his girlfriend to the seat, and then he himself stood up and looked at Tyrion and the other lords, his cheeks were full of shame.

"I'm sorry, guys... I, I was blinded by friendship, I couldn't detect Alex's anomaly in advance, I thought he had overcome the anger inside, but I didn't expect that under his disguised appearance, that crazy soul actually became even worse. ”

"I'm also responsible for this."

Irel also stood up, confessing to the other lords:

"When the High Knight Al came to ask for the Whispering Harbor dispersal mission, I should have noticed the strangeness of the battle wing he commanded, but I was in a hurry to join the fight, and as a result, they took advantage of the loophole, causing the civilians of Whispering Harbor to be picked up by a ship led by the Prophet Viren... This is a low-level blunder that shouldn't have happened..."

"Alas, it's really a mess, and when it comes to responsibility, I have it too."

Glokush, who was still a little pale, stood up and said:

"I shouldn't have been reckless, if Magni had been allowed to fight for me, then Orgrim would not have had a chance to escape back to the ship, and I was so bent on ending my entanglement with him that I ignored my terrible state at the time."

"Our mistakes are more problematic."

Blood Mage Saiwen and Oldem glanced at each other and took the initiative to stand up, Saiwen said with some regret:

"Before the three ships of the Draenei jumped out of space, we should have discovered the distortion of space, with the defensive firepower of the Dark Temple, if we had prepared in advance, the transfer of the three ships would definitely not have been so smooth, but at that time, Oldem and I were controlled by Sarein's instinct, we only wanted to draw blood on the battlefield, but..."

"Are you all done?"

Seeing that all the Death Lords began to reflect on their mistakes, a gleam of satisfaction appeared in Tyrion's eyes, but the next moment, he stopped the Lords' reflection with a cold voice, and he said:

"So... Let me wrap it up. ”

Seeing that His Majesty was about to speak, all the lords sat back in their chairs, but at this moment, Tyrion suddenly made a move that shocked everyone, he took off the ice-blue iron ring crown above his head and threw it on the table, and the steel and wood collided with each other, making a low sound.

"Bang Dang"

This made all the lords can't help but turn their eyes to Tyrion, who looked at the dancing crown on the table, and said in a faint voice:

"When I executed Khadgar, he said something to me that I remember vividly..."

"He said, "Actually, I, Tyrion. The Dawn Blade is the biggest traitor in the Darkblade Legion system I built... In the past few days, I have thought about it repeatedly, and I think what he said makes a lot of sense. ”

"Your Majesty!"

The most loyal lords, Irel and Rogerio, spoke at the same time, but were interrupted by Tyrion's waving fingers, and under the gaze of the other lords, the King of the Darkblades stood up, his hands on the table, and he looked at the others:

"There is a punishment for doing something wrong, so the first punishment in this meeting today is that I have given myself, I have betrayed the organization I created, I have betrayed the oath we made together at that time, therefore, I have decided to remove myself myself... Yes, from today onwards, there will be no king for the Darkblade Legion Award. ”

"From today onwards, I will no longer be... The King of the Blades, that name, will be a thing of the past. ”

With that, a relieved smile appeared on Tyrion's face, and he looked at the other Death Lords, and said:

"Don't call me Your Majesty anymore, I don't like that word, maybe I didn't like it from the beginning..."

"Now, call me Tyrion."

At this moment, the audience was silent.