"Orcs?"

Velen's eyebrows furrowed, his long, well-repaired white eyebrows darting a few times in the air, and the Prophet began to look at the Death Knight in front of him with another gaze, and he asked in a low voice:

"The "Great Migration" of the Orcs also has something to do with you? ”

"You've been closed up for too long!"

Tyrion's fingers twitched, "Mister Neozu is still a guest in the Dark Temple, in fact, if I hadn't planned the orc migration, it is unknown whether Tyledor would have existed." ”

The Death Knight's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the Prophet:

"After all, with the temper of the orcs, knowing that the demons are tracking you and that they and their world are only incidental victims, it's hard to say what they'll do to the remaining Draenei... Their recklessness and rage, you experienced it once 10 years ago, didn't you? ”

The Death Knight's answer brought the Prophet's fingers to a halt as he turned the rosary, and after a moment, he let out a long sigh:

"Kil'Gardan's hatred for us, even from the stars and time, our fall into Draenor was just an accident, no one wants to see this happen, it is a disaster that makes everyone feel regretful."

"Then you should at least tell those orcs about the hidden dangers of the demons after settling in this world!"

Tyrion said-for-tat:

"Instead of pretending that nothing has happened to build your own city, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, in fact, if you can openly tell the orc ancestors about this danger 200 years ago, maybe the orcs were tricked into drinking the blood of demons would not have happened..."

"You want to cover up a catastrophe with silence, and the result is a bigger and worse catastrophe, Prophet, I feel that at least in this matter, you have an inescapable responsibility for the fall of this world and the fall of the orcs!"

The Death Knight took a step back, and he snorted:

"As for Kil'Gardan, that paranoid person just thinks that you have betrayed the friendship and trust of the three Archons, nothing more, it was your best friend and dearest brother, and if that were me, I would have gone after you like crazy."

"Smack"

The rosary in Viren's hand was tightened, and on his old cheeks, the eyes that seemed to carry a sea of stars stared at Tyrion:

"You even know the story of me and Kil'Gardan... This made me even more curious, what kind of soul was carried in this dead body in front of me? ”

"The question doesn't make sense, prophet."

Tyrion spread his hands, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes:

"I won't answer you unless you, knowing the answer, will agree to my request."

"It can't be, kid."

The Prophet shook his head and said slowly:

"I don't know what you want me to do for you, you are a leader, I am also a leader, we all know the burden of leadership, many times, we can't wantonly obey our own will to wield the sword in our hands, sheltering the people is the first thing we have to consider."

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

Tyrion lowered his voice again:

"I'm already familiar with the future of the world of Draenor, but unfortunately there has been a factor in this terrible world recently that is beyond my control... You can think I'm sowing discord, and that's fine, but when you get back, you can send your scouts, or go to Gollund to see it yourself... A savage race that does not belong to this world is taking root there. ”

The Death Knight's fingers interlaced, and he looked at the Prophet:

"I can't deal with him alone, so I need your help, and together we will join forces to get rid of him, and it will be good for you, me, and our respective people."

"Just to drive away?"

Viren's eyes narrowed:

"It doesn't seem to be the same way the Knights of the Darkblade do things."

"With all due respect, even with the help of an eternal like you, we won't be able to kill it."

The Death Knight didn't seem to want to say much on the subject, and he casually replied:

"In this world, there is no weapon that can kill it."

The Prophet pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"Well, we'll need a little time to verify, and if that creature is a great threat to my people, as you said, I'm willing to help."

This crisp answer made Tyrion pause, and the Prophet seemed to know the Death Knight's thoughts, and he glanced at the silent Iriel, and he whispered:

"We all learn from the disasters of the past, and the fall of Carabo and Shattrath has taught us exiles a lot... Now, can you tell me where you learned so much about what happened tens of thousands of years ago, and how did you know about it? ”

Faced with this question, Tyrion simply glanced at the pendant on the prophet's chest, which was inlaid with a magnificent and mysterious purple gem, and he replied:

"The song of the soul of one of the Atama crystals allows you to see through the silhouette of the future and make the most favorable judgment, and I see through the price of fate, which is much more painful, and when I am hovering on the verge of death, I see many fragments of time, although it is only fleeting, but it is enough for me to see many, many secrets."

The Death Knight took a step back, and he asked in a puzzled tone:

"And one of the things I'm curious about is that if the Song of Souls gem can really reveal the future, then why didn't you react to the wars and carnages waged by the orcs, and let it happen?"

Tyrion's answer was hard to believe, but it was impossible to refute it, after all, the Prophet himself had not died once, and he could not be sure whether what Tyrion said was true or false, but Tyrion's next question made the Prophet silent for a long time, and he replied with some interest:

"It's not omnipotent, Tyrion, and some fates can't be changed if you know it, seeing through the future is not something to boast about, many times, it can only bring pain, heart-wrenching pain and irreparable guilt, and you can only watch the disaster happen."

The conversation with Tyrion was over, and the Prophet turned to leave, and the moment he left the main hall, Viren's faint voice came into Tyrion's ears:

"Please be nice to Iriel, kid... Suffering too much. ”

After Viren left the scene with the Delanees, under Adar's gaze, the Shuangbo people, who already had a deep hatred, finally began to communicate with them.

The Alliance Expeditionary Force is currently in a very awkward situation, they are not fully prepared for the upheaval that has taken place in the world of Draenor in more than a year, and in fact, it is difficult for anyone to believe that Tyrion has gathered such a large force in just over a year.

More than 5,000 soldiers of the Expeditionary Force are trapped in the Hellfire Peninsula and cannot be saved, and the garrisons there will no longer attack the Expeditionary Force, but if the soldiers of the Expeditionary Force want to leave the Hellfire Peninsula, they will encounter a resistance that they cannot resist, as if they are trapped in a cage.

Now there are only two ways in front of them, either open the dark door and return to Azeroth, or negotiate with Tyrion to retrieve the stolen artifact in a peaceful way, but it is not without good things, after understanding the current situation in the world of Draenor, the alliance finally does not need to worry about the problem of the orcs, the orc power of the world of Draenor has been compressed to the extreme, and it can no longer pose a threat to another world.

Instead, after the expeditionary force returns, the nations of the Alliance may need to be prepared to deal with an overwhelming number of necromantic legions that may attack at any moment.

In a sense, that's 10,000 times worse than an orc invasion!

"So, what are you going to talk to me about?"

The meeting with Viren was not a success, but they had made contact, and Tyrion was seven points sure that Viren would agree to his request, and he sat down in the chair that Irel had brought and looked at the commanders of the Alliance Expeditionary Force in front of him with an extremely relaxed attitude.

He did not hide his contempt for them in the slightest.

This arrogant gesture made General Danas angry again, but he was not a professional when it came to negotiations, so the right to speak naturally fell into the hands of the wisest of the commanders.

Archmage Cadega stepped forward, his ocean-blue eyes staring at the Death Knight as he muttered:

"First of all, we want you to return the artifact that was stolen by the orcs."

"Secondly, I'd love to know, Captain Aurelia and Paladin Myra. Where did you go with the Dawn Blade? Please release them. ”

"Two very rude requests!"

Tyrion looked at Khadgar calmly, and he replied:

"But negotiation is a deal, so I'm curious to know, what do I get?"

"We'll evacuate Draenor without causing you any more trouble, and your legions deployed on the Hellfire Peninsula can be redeployed to other battlefields as a result."

Khadgar's eyes flashed with a twinkle, and he said with a calm demeanor:

"To conquer all of Draenor, you'll probably need to use every ounce of power at your disposal wisely, right?"

This answer caused both Tyrion and Irel to laugh at the same time, and after a brief laugh, Tyrion's expression turned serious, and he held out two fingers and shook them in front of Khadgar's eyes:

"Two mistakes, archmage, firstly, your presence is not a problem for me at all, the death knights of the garrison only need a wave of charges to take down your poor camp, and secondly, even if you don't come, the legions of the Hellfire Fortress will still stay there..."

The Death Knight narrowed his eyes, he shifted to a seated position, his arms resting on his knees, and in the clatter of his armor, Tyrion whispered:

"Do you really think that the garrison of Hellfire Fortress is for defensive warfare? Let me remind you, and use your poor imagination to consider, what kind of storm the Garrison's Sea of the Undead can set in your world once the Dark Gate is reopened? What orcs can do, there's no reason we can't. ”

"You're threatening us?"

The grumpy dwarf stepped forward and shouted, "Azeroth does not accept threats!" You can give your necro a try to cross the dark portal, and the legions of the Watch Keep will tear your necro to bones! ”

"I'm not threatening you! Dwarf! ”

Tyrion said in a deep voice:

"I'm just reminding you of one thing... The reason why I left the Alliance Advance Force is because your existence is meaningless, 5,500 necromancers are not worth mentioning to the Knights of the Darkblade, the only thing that makes sense is the four of you! If you die, you'll probably be the high-end force I need now, so be sure, commanders! ”

"You are not qualified to precondition in front of me!"

Tyrion's fingers curled, and his voice became cold:

"Want to get the artifact back? Yes, but you need to work for me... What kind of eyes are you, dwarf, and I'm not going to let you move the corpse for me! I just need a guy who can fight, fight for me, and then I'll give you back the artifact and send you out of this world! ”

Irel also said helpfully:

"As a qualified commander, you have to think about the soldiers under your command! Is everyone willing to follow you to the battlefield and die on the battlefield? ”

"We will not fight for evil!"

Tulayan shook his head and firmly vetoed Tyrion's request, but the next moment, the Death Knight waved his hand:

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, I don't need all of you to come, with your strength, it's also a burden to come, among you, there is only one person I like to fight!"

This naked humiliation enraged the commanders in front of them, and Tyrion's eyes finally fell on the archmage, who playfully said:

"So I'm waiting for your answer, my friend Khadgar."

Tyrion's gaze made Khadgar take a step back, he spread his hands, and whispered:

"Shouldn't I feel honored that the Great Lord of the Dark Blade thinks so highly of me? But if you are really sincere..."

"Huh"

The black soul stone was thrown into Khadgar's hand, and Tyrion stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and turned around and walked out of the main hall with Iriel:

"This is my sincerity, this is also my prepaid payment, 1 day later, Oakington Necropolis, I am waiting for you, my warrior Khadgar!"

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In the evening, Khadgar came to the Tavern of the End alone, he searched through the bustling crowd, and soon he found a special person in the corner.

The archmage sat at the table, looking at the white-robed high elf in front of him, and with a hint of vigilance, he asked:

"I've received your magic letter, but I'm more curious, who are you?"

"Archmage Khadgar, doesn't it feel good to serve evil? And does it matter who I am? ”

The bronze dragon Seiffel drank a glass of wine very boldly, she wiped her mouth, and said meaningfully:

"You just need to know that in this world, I am the only one who can help you break the predicament, and that's enough!"