The Cursed Lands, where a great war broke out between the undead and the living a few days ago.

The fleeing Draenei helped the human defenders here escape from the endless sea of the undead, but they only repelled and did not really win, in fact, the Alliance Legion lacked experience in fighting the necromancy, and the number of defenders in the Watch Fort was not enough to sustain another big battle.

However, the undead did not take advantage of the victory, and under the combined attack of the Draenei prophet and the crow demigod Ansu, the Blood Lords who commanded the Death Knights were severely damaged, and the undead no longer marched, instead, they stood near the Dark Gate.

Half of the land of the Cursed Lands fell into the hands of the undead, and under the scouts of the human scouts, the Coalition commander discovered that the necrons were awakening the dead on the land, the human warriors who had died in the war against the orcs, and the corpses of the orcs who had been hacked to death.

But it turns out that they don't have the ability to fight back until reinforcement arrives.

"So far, we have recruited 1,300 junior knights, more than 7,000 necromantic infantry, and another graveyard was discovered yesterday, and it is to be expected that the Hellfire Garrison will be reactivated after this operation."

Mera, Blood Lord of Sarein. Dawnblade sits in a mage tower abandoned by the Alliance defenders, and in front of him sits a communication rune stone engraved with necromantic runes, and Tyrion's shrunken figure hovers above the rune stone in an illusory posture, after passing through the dark gate, the distance between the two worlds is no longer enough to support psychic communication between the Death Knights, and can only be used in this way to connect far behind Draenor.

Hearing Myrah's action report, Tyrion nodded, and he asked:

"So, what about the High Knights? The Cursed Lands is buried with a significant number of warriors killed in the First Orc War and the Second Orc War, and I'm sure you've awakened a group of high-ranking knights, right? ”

"This... It's a pity. ”

Myra shrugged her shoulders regretfully, and a hint of helplessness flashed in her bright red eyes:

"After the death of these warriors, their souls are taken into the mysterious abyss of hell, and even if they are called up again because they are unwilling, the incomplete souls cannot support them to think, which leads to the small number of high-ranking knights, we dug up 4 necropolis, and only awakened less than 100 high-ranking knights."

"Well, the Abyss of Hell..."

Tyrion's voice was somewhat distorted, and in the illusion of communication, he sat on the throne of the Dark Temple, rubbing his chin:

"It's a real problem, but we can't fix it yet... So be it, when the legions of the Cursed Lands have been recruited, withdraw to Draenor, there are many forces in that world that may have noticed you, don't hesitate to make a decision! ”

"Yes, I see!"

Myra nodded, and was about to turn off the communicator, at this moment, the time around his body began to flow abnormally, as the genius mage of Quel'Thalas, the Blood Lord who inherited the excellent bloodline of the Dawn Blade, flipped his wrist in an instant, completed three defensive spells, and gathered two dark and cold magic in the palm of his hand, aiming at the bronze portal that opened next to him.

"Huh?"

After seeing the figure coming out of the portal, Myra slowly put away the offensive magic that was already ready, he looked up and down at the cold Miss Bronze Dragon in front of him and the blonde dwarf standing beside her, and he whispered:

"Ms. Sefir, are you here to arrest me?"

"Nobody, too lazy to care about you!"

Seiffel snorted disdainfully, shook his hand and turned the rune stone on the table in front of her, she and Chromie looked at Tyrion's suspended figure, and she said in a deep voice:

"I want to meet you! Now, right now! ”

Tyrion didn't seem surprised by the request, but instead of answering immediately, he turned his gaze to the gnome beside Sephir, who had blond hair, two cute mustaches tied on top of his head, and a pair of yellow snake eyes, which shone with a clever and active look, and at first glance he was not a conformist fellow.

She was dressed like a dwarf priest in the white robes that priests often wore and held a priest's staff in her hand, but that just revealed her identity... The civilization of the gnomes is based on mechanics and engineering, and these short, neurotic men are outright atheists, and it is impossible for the group of gnomes to give birth to the profession of priesthood, which requires sincere faith.

In front of her was the only dwarf priest in Azeroth, and her identity was revealed.

"Hello, Chromie!"

Tyrion stretched out his hand and greeted the little gnome:

"The first time we met, I admired the name for a long time."

Chromie blinked, a glint of interest flashed in her eyes, and she whispered:

"Seiffel says you know me, and you know me well, but I haven't seen you! I'm sure I haven't seen you, either in the past or in the future! ”

"No, believe me, Chromie, you and I were true friends, you helped me, I saved you from mortal doom, and I know what you did in the Eastern Plaguelands, oh yes, it's still called Stratholme."

Tyrion flicked his fingers, and a hint of softness flashed in his ice-blue eyes:

"It's just that you don't know the friendship between us, come on, I'll be waiting for you in Shattrath City of Draenor! Don't keep me waiting. ”

With that, Tyrion hung up the communication, and Sephir and Chromie glanced at each other, the former crossed his waist and said to Myra, the Blood Lord:

"So what are you waiting for? Open the dark door and send us through! ”

"This lady, I'm sorry, but the key to open the door of darkness, the Skull of Gul'dan, is now in the hands of the Draenei prophet, and there is nothing I can do..."

Myra shrugged helplessly, but was rudely interrupted by Sefir the next moment.

"Come on, you have two Gul'dan skulls in your hands, don't think I don't know!"

This made the Blood Lord blink, and he playfully propped his chin and looked at Sephir, who whispered:

"But why should I help you? You may say that Tyrion gave the order, but ma'am, you should ask for help, not be so arrogant, and your arrogance makes me unhappy... I don't want to help you, that's all. ”

"You!"

Sefir clenched her fists, eager to hammer the Blood Lord in front of her into meat sauce, but the next moment she was pulled by Chromie's fingers, and the blonde dwarf stepped forward, she looked at the Blood Lord in front of her with interest, and she whispered:

"You're a pure-blooded Sarein, it's really rare, you should have appeared in 12 years, but your current form is not complete, as far as I know, Salein's ultimate form will be more beautiful and powerful..."

"Oh?"

A flash of longing flashed in the Blood Lord's eyes, and he slowly took out a white skull from the storage ring and shook it in his hand, he looked at Chromie:

"So, how do I get its secret?"

"If you are looking for someone to help, you should have a begging attitude, not such an arrogant command."

Chromie crossed her waist and looked at the Blood Lord with a grin, and she whispered:

"Don't provoke us, and don't bully the simple Sephir anymore, when we become friends, I'll naturally share this secret with you, so be it."

"Well, you're a wise lady who is hard to deal with, much more difficult to deal with than some arrogant little girl."

Myra glanced at the angry Sephir pointedly, and he stood up and straightened his blood-red mage robes:

"Come with me, then, ladies."

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In the world of Draenor, after the successful escape of the Draenei, the last waves of this world gradually disappeared.

The Darkblade Knights did not exterminate the Draenei who remained behind, instead, they left the Draenei in the Farron Peninsula, as if to leave them to fend for themselves, and even the Storm Fortress, which eventually fell to the ground due to a lack of power, no undead would peep in.

A ship that had been completely destroyed and could no longer fly was not worth Tyrion's much thought, and the Draenei eco-ship captured in the war was properly housed in a secret place, and the location of that thing was the top secret of the Knights of the Darkblade.

No one knew what Tyrion was doing with that ship, and the undead didn't have that much curiosity, and in short, in today's Draenor, the whole world has been taken into the arms of the Darkblade Knights.

"These terrified guys don't even know..."

Tyrion took Aurelia by the hand and strolled through the streets of Shattrath, Aurelia was wearing a plain long dress, her dark blonde hair fluttering slightly in the breeze of Shattrath City, while Tyrion was wearing featureless robes, they covered their eyes with crystal glasses with a raven-style anomaly, and the two of them were like ordinary couples at home.

It didn't alarm anyone, it was like a trip, and of course, the administrator of Shattrath City, Naruadar must have known their whereabouts, but Naru didn't stop it, and Tyrion looked at the exiles in all shapes, and he whispered to his lover:

"I don't want their lives at all, and they're not qualified fighters."

"But they're afraid of you, Tyrion, you bad guy kept them in captivity in this city like herding livestock, and you're always going to come to harvest when necessary."

Windranger said meaningfully:

"You don't really want to see the world full of necromancy, do you?"

"Well, if Draenor is all necromancy, there is no hope for this world."

Tyrion stretched, and he hugged his wife's slender waist and whispered in her ear:

"Life and death are a cycle, without the living, the dead will not be born, the Darkblade Knight wants to make great progress, such a "captivity" is a must, and I am also looking forward to them accumulating strength in Shattrath and Nagrand, and then rushing out of the reservation, trying to defeat us, trying to kill me..."

"Of course, I will not hesitate to kill these rebels, and then wait for the next flourishing of life and the emergence of rebellion... Every rebellion would leave me with an extra legion or two, and all we would have to pay was an uncontrolled city and a negligible amount of time. ”

Tyrion snorted:

"It's like a hard-working farmer waiting for the autumn harvest, so why not?"

As the two of them snuggled into one of the busiest streets of Shattrath City, Tyrion suddenly saw two figures moving at the door of the Tianya Tavern, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he patted Aurelia on the back.

"Honey, go take a look yourself, I have something to take care of."

"Nassa, protect her."

The Death Knight said a word to the empty air, then parted ways with his wife and walked to the Tavern, where Tyrion hooked his fingers at the anxiously waiting Sephir and Chromie as he looked at him.

"Come with me, girls, and have to have a quiet place to talk about things."

He walked to the bar of the Tianya Tavern and took off his glasses, the trademark ice blue eyes made the tavern's owner, a Delaneei woman, tremble, but Tyrion was also a frequent visitor to the Tianya Tavern, and after a silent exchange, he was quickly granted access to a quiet box on the third floor.

After the two sides were seated, the tavern owner personally brought the best drinks, and Tyrion looked at the two figures in front of him, one tall and one short, rubbing his chin, and asked in a low voice:

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