One by one, the Lords of Death of the Darkblade left the ruins of Lordaeron in the rainstorm the next morning, and by the time they left, the vast number of undead infantry had begun to clean up the abandoned city under the orders of Tyrion.

It is said that one of the Councillors of the Federation, Mr. Alex, a former great architect, has set out with some members of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons to the North, and he has been ordered to restore the city of Lordaeron, but the city may not be used as a civilian city in the future, but will become a military fortress for the Warbands stationed here to monitor the situation throughout the North.

The war is over, but the problems left over from the war have only just begun.

For example, in the vast territory of northern Xinjiang, there are still many scattered human civilians, and in the course of the war between the living and the dead, some "smuggling" demons have taken root in the shadows of this land, as well as those disgusting human traitors... The cultists of the Cult of the Damned, who are said to be in the service of the Lich King, and some cultists who smell chaos and rush from the south of the country, bastards like Twilight's hammer.

And finally, the biggest and most important trouble, the nearly 10,000 stubborn paladins and fanatic priests entrenched in the Hand of Tyr's fortress, who were reluctant to leave the North, especially after the death of the Emperor, who swore to defend the last frontiers of the Empire, and who also occupied the Chapel of Light's Wish not far from the Hand of Tyr, which is one of the most important shrines of the Church of Light.

I heard that they have changed their banner from the Silver Hand to another, more aggressive name... The Scarlet Crusaders, and in the mountains where Stratholme and Quel'Thalas meet, there are also some High Elves in action, as well as some tribes of trolls who have lost their homes.

Although it seems that the population of this land has been divided between the Darkblade and the Empire, in fact, there are still many beings in the gray area, and their numbers are definitely considerable, and they are just as cunning, because those who are not cunning enough have long been caught in the first wave of roundups by Darkblade.

In short, order in this land has been completely defeated in the war, and it will be a long time before order is re-established... Even with the power of the Dark Blade, there is no way to pacify this land in a short period of time, after all, the focus of the Dark Blade Legion is on the southern frontier of the mainland, which is where the new civilization begins.

Moreover, even if it can be pacified, Tyrion has no interest in wasting his forces here, Anastarian's "Magic Tide" theory has proven that this land will be completely infected by the evil magic escaping from the ground in the next few years, and no one knows what will happen here, and it is not the style of Tyrion and Darkblade to leave civilians here.

"Great Lord!"

The two high-ranking knights guarding the entrance to the palace bowed respectfully to Tyrion, who waved at them, and the knights turned and slowly pushed the door behind them open.

After Danas was stripped of all his duties and sent to the commando, the control of the Hellfire Warband returned to Luminas, which made the crazy Lord of Death very happy, even in the middle of walking, with a strange smile on his face.

"It took me a lot of work to catch him at the Tirisfa border. ”

Luminas followed behind Tyrion, babbling about his exploits, and in front of them was the prison of Lordaeron, where the knights of the Judge Advocate General's Office had screened the prisoners after the Darkblade took over.

There are always a lot of innocent unlucky people in the prisons of the feudal era, these guys were released by the death knights and joined the ranks of immigrants, and those prisoners who came in because of petty theft will be sent to the factory in the Black Iron District to work for 3-5 years without pay, although it is very tiring, but this is already a very lucky thing, which means that they will learn a lot of knowledge in the factory, and after the end of the sentence, they can come out and be decent people in the new civilization.

And those who really committed the most heinous crimes were not sentenced to death... In the Darkblade system, every life is precious, and these vicious bastards are sent to the mines of the Black Iron District or the Kazmodan District to atone for the sins of the first half of their lives.

And the worst part... This sentence often lasts until the end of their lives, and the undead have no heart to redeem these dark souls.

The Judge Advocate General's Undead Knights are a very stubborn and emotionally unsettling bunch, and their verdicts are fair most of the time, so the prison is empty, and you won't find an overcrowded prison in the Federal District, but at the moment, there is a special "prisoner" in this prison.

He was escorted here by Lord Luminas himself.

"This is a very cunning fellow, High Lord..."

"Call me Tyrion."

"Uh, well, Tyrion, in short, this guy is the most determined and powerful of all the humans I have seen infected with the werewolf plague, he can even rely on his own will, suppress the destructive desire of the werewolf in his heart, he also knows to hide himself, I personally took the high knight to "hunt" him, but he injured several times. ”

Luminas' eyes glowed cold blood-red in the darkness, and her voice became low:

"This is a very dangerous guy, he was a powerful warrior before he transformed, and after he transformed into a werewolf, he is not even much less dangerous than Lothar and Dai Lin."

"But Lothar has also tasted defeat at my hands, more than once."

Tyrion stood at the end of the prison, in the darkness in front of him, a strange shadow was facing away from him, sitting in the cold cage, the Great Lord of the Dark Blade looked at the back in front of him, he waved his finger, and Luminas quietly retreated, disappearing into the darkness, leaving room for conversation between the High Lord and the prisoner.

"How long are you going to be silent?"

Tyrion asked:

"Jean. Greymane, King of Gilnehs... Are you going to respond to death's questioning with silence? ”

The voice made the figure slowly straighten up, but he didn't look back, but said in a strange hoarse voice:

"You coward, you dare to come to see me at last..."

This answer made Tyrion frown, and he asked:

"The Moonlit Night Herbal Potion has been injected into your body, you should be able to restore your human body, why are you still maintaining your werewolf form? Aren't you supposed to hate this form? ”

"Huh"

The figure laughed, and he muttered something, but Tyrion didn't hear it, so the High Lord took another step forward and asked, leaning sideways:

"What are you talking about?"

"Huh"

Jean, the werewolf sitting on the ground, seemed to sense Tyrion's approach, and in the shadows, he opened his eyes suddenly, and they were a pair of beast eyes haunted by green light, more like a furious than all werewolf eyes... Wolf King.

His figure vanished in an instant, like a real shadow, and when it reappeared, two pairs of golden claws cut ten staggered blood-colored rays in front of Tyrion's eyes, and the thick railing used to hold the most terrible prisoner was like tofu, easily torn into an X-shaped rift.

The claws enveloped in wind and rage strangled Tyrion's neck in the next moment, and Jean's fully beastly face, the true wolf snout opened, and the sharp teeth bit into Tyrion's head.

It seemed that in the next moment, the Great Lord would be completely devoured by this raging wolf king.

"Wow"

Just before the sharp teeth were about to touch Tyrion, eight shining chains and beating shadows rushed out of the darkness behind the werewolf almost simultaneously, immobilizing the wolf king's body in place, and the figures of four blood maidens appeared in the darkness, and the longer these former watchmen received the blood of Salein, the more the shadows sheltered them, and even the perceptive werewolves did not even notice their existence.

"Hmm"

Tyrion took a step back, looking at Jean, the werewolf who was struggling frantically and roaring like a real beast, he tilted his head and looked at the eyes that shone with a turquoise light, and he whispered:

"I knew that, Jean. Where is it so easy to get caught... How long have you been preparing for this assassination? ”

"Whew! I'm going to... Kill you! The root of all evil! Kill you... Everything will be... It's okay. ”

"Click, click"

Jean's struggle caused the chains in the hands of the Blood Handmaidens to crash with overwhelming noise. Copperbeard was handcrafted, which shows how dangerous this werewolf king is.

Jean was originally a top-level warrior, and after accepting the wild power of the werewolf, there are not many people in this world who can suppress him in pure hand-to-hand combat, but with the wave of the big lord's fingers, layers of dark red death spiritual power are wrapped around the werewolf's body, and that huge energy is like an invisible shackle, sealing him in a cage layer by layer.

"Listen to me, Jean."

Tyrion didn't have much killing intent, he didn't come here to kill someone, he calmly said to the berserk wolf king in front of him:

"Thy son, thy people, thy wife, thy daughter... I didn't hurt them, they have arrived safely in Kurtilas, and they will start a new life in Kalimdor, including your people who are stranded in the north, and I don't want to hurt them... Even those werewolf people, I will not harm them, I did not start a war for the sake of destroying something. ”

"You see, Jean, everything I do is to make the world a stronger place... War, war is part of catalyzing civilization, but slaughter is not... I know this better than anyone. ”

The Great Lord looked at the fierceness of the Wolf King in front of him who had not changed at all, and he sighed:

"Well, it seems that you can't listen to what I have to say now, but it's okay..."

Tyrion looked up and gave Jean a smile without the slightest warmth:

"We still have a long time to talk, and I'm sure you'll finally realize how hard I care about this world, and I'm sure you'll eventually join my Forgotten Kings... You are the last piece of the puzzle, the last man of the old era of the human empire, and you have a deep symbolism in you... Even you don't know it. ”

"Don't worry, Darkblade never forcibly recruits warriors, but now you are too much of a threat to ordinary people, I can't release a beast enough to destroy a city into this world that has just been peaceful, but when you can freely control the amount of violence in your body, if you still choose to refuse, then I will let you go..."

"This is me... Tyrion. Dawnblade's promise, but now, get some sleep, we're leaving the North. ”

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Tyrion's departure from the North was even more thrilling than when he arrived, as he left in the Dark Temple.

Between the distorted purple light of the temple's swinging space, the massive city as huge as a hill returned to the sky above the Federal District in an instant, but it did not teleport directly into the airspace of Stormwind City.

It was not easy for the Darkblade and the commoners of the Federation to reach the weakest relationship of mutual demand, and Tyrion didn't want to destroy it so easily, the airspace that the temple finally reached belonged to the sky above the Twilight Forest, and from Tyrion's perspective, the dark canopy shrouded in the sky of the Twilight Forest was much weaker than before.

Karazan's magic is being drained back to the mage tower, and soon, the forest will return to the scenery of the "Sunshine Forest" of the past, and the establishment of the Twilight Federation is also in full swing, in Tyrion's plan, this will be the future magic center of the Federation, and Khadgar's sacrifice will eventually change something.

While it seemed to Tyrion that the traitor was still innocent, for Khadgar's contribution to the Darkblade, he deserved a second chance... Although, very slim.

And just three hours after the Dark Temple returned to the southern frontier, and 10 minutes after Tyrion and Aurelia had just finished their warm relationship, an important piece of news forced the High Lord to rush to the underground vault of Stormwind City as quickly as possible.

There, in the darkness, there were Vagli Agassa and Annara, the healer of souls, and behind them, in the midst of the black power of the soul, the ghost of a little Draenei girl, lying in a sleeping position in the wide coffin of the soul-gatherer.

"We nearly lost Yuna."

Agatha, with a tired face, said to Tyrion:

"When we found her in some wild place in the Dead Realm, this blind girl was under siege by a huge number of Dementors, and she seemed to have something important about her that kept attracting the attention of the Dementors... She's hurt, but it's not serious, and she just needs some soul power to revive the kid again, but..."

"What?"

Tyrion looked at the blind little girl sleeping in the coffin of the Soul-Gathering, and he asked:

"Any other bad news?"

Annala, the soul healer, glanced at her companion and whispered:

"Dementors don't give up so easily... Maybe after a while, they will cross the edge of reality and death to devour this girl, the dementors of the present world are also beyond the reach of mortal powers, and at that time, even if we join forces, it will be impossible to protect her, so no matter what you want this girl to do for you..."

"Please hurry!"