Grimbaatar was particularly lively today, first of all, there was a riot in the place where the Red Dragon Queen was imprisoned, and the warriors who could still fight the dragon-throated orcs were sent there to guard the most important "treasures" of the clan, and then the hall of the chief was breached, and the crazy Necrus and his guards were brutally dismembered, waiting for the orc warlock Draka. When the Shadow Burner found out, the all-important dragon soul was gone.

"Block the message, and... Then find! Go find it! ”

Draka's eyes were red, and the irascible magic raced back and forth in his body, and he walked up and down the halls of the Chieftain, filled with the severed arms of the Skull Crusher Necruz, like an enraged beast, and he yelled at the guards behind him:

"All those who can still move! Ride the red dragon and give me those damn black dragons..."

"My lord! Lord Draka! ”

The scout, who had come running from afar, panted and pushed open the door, and he looked at the angry Draka, who screamed in fear:

"The city gate has been breached!"

"Boom"

Unable to contain his anger any longer, the orc warlock slammed the scorching flames in his hands against the table beside him, smashing the solid stone table into powder, and he roared:

"Who! Who is attacking us at this time! ”

The visibly frightened scout swallowed, and he said with difficulty:

"Dead man!"

"What?"

The warlock's eyes widened, "Who are you talking about?" ”

"Dead, my lord! Undead... Endless undead! They surrounded the whole mountain! We have no idea where they came from! ”

"Undead?"

Draka. The Shadow Burner's body shook a little, and the sudden appearance of the undead at this juncture was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the Warlock knew very well that the current form was that there must be more than one force stirring up trouble within Grimbaatar, no matter what their purpose was, no matter what they wanted to do, this undisguised battle of arms meant that all plans had been carried out to the end.

He couldn't go back to heaven.

"Bang"

The orc warlock's body sat down on the chair covered with blood, his eyes were glazed, as if he was a teenager old, he sat there, the orcs around him didn't dare to disturb him at all, they all knew that if there was anyone else who could save Grimbaatar and save the Dragonthroat Clan now, it was only this old warlock in front of him.

"What are you looking at me for!"

Draka raised his head and looked at the orcs around him, his fists clenched fiercely, and he whispered:

"Go! Gather all the people we still have control over... Ready, ready to abandon the city! At the moment when the dragon's soul was lost, it was hopeless. ”

"Go!"

At the roar of the Shadow Burner, the orcs who were standing in place immediately ran out, leaving only Draka's most trusted lieutenant, the Warlock stood up, he looked back at the head of the Skullcrusher Necrus torn open by the dragon's claws, that unwilling look, he shook his head, turned back to his lieutenant and whispered:

"My brave Nagaz, I have a mission for you, and the survival of the Dragonthroat Clan is at stake... Are you willing to do it? ”

The sturdy orc warrior didn't say a word, he raised his fist in silence and patted his chest, representing his opinion, Draka. The Shadow Burner nodded, lowering his voice again:

"Remember the guy I let you catch last time? The one who claims to be an envoy of the Twilight Hammer... Release him and bring him to me without drawing attention to the others. ”

"Yes, my lord."

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The whole of Grimbaatar is in chaos now, and the devil knows why it is in chaos so quickly, maybe because of the depression accumulated by the Dragonthroat Clan for more than three years, or maybe because the sudden outbreak of the situation caught everyone off guard, in short, the order of the city has been wiped out.

And in a certain hall on the second floor of the city, the conversation of the conspirators continued, and it was never interrupted.

Tyrion stood in the shadows, the dim light shining on his face, and the Death Knight did not look at the five black dragons in danger in front of him, but instead looked at the dwarven-style carvings in the hall with a nostalgic gaze, and then said in a cold, hoarse voice:

"Grimbaatar, ah, back to this place, you may not know, this place has a special meaning to me... That's where I was awakened. ”

"From the living, to the dead, from life, to monsters, from justice, to... Evil? Maybe, they call me evil anyway. ”

Tyrion turned his head and looked at the black dragon princess Onexia, who had not spoken a word and had a cold expression, and he asked softly:

What do you think about this? My friend Nesario's daughter, for the sake of my "friendly" relationship with your father, perhaps you should call me ... Uncle Tyrion! ”

The Death Knight took a step forward, and the atmosphere in the entire hall became stagnant and heavy at this moment, like a substantial oppression, weighing heavily on everyone's shoulders, Ronin stared at the sudden appearance of Tyrion, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Alfonso, a dwarf with a bloody face.

"Don't talk! Don't provoke him! That's a madman, you'll never guess what he's going to do next... Shut up! Ronin! Shut up..."

The dwarf's fingers clasped the mage's wrist tightly, forcing him not to say a word, and under the nervous gaze of the two people, along with the footsteps of the death knight, the invincible black dragons also retreated step by step.

They... These beings at the top of the food chain in the mortal world, they are afraid of him!

"You! I think I felt like I had seen you. ”

Tyrion tilted his head and looked at the Black Dragon Warrior Olysian who was guarding in front of Onexia, his eyes narrowed, contemplating the cold memories of the past, and finally, at some point, he found an impression of the black dragon in front of him.

"When my good friend Nesario was pierced through the heart by me... You're right there for him! Right? ”

Tyrion's voice evokes a past that Orisian would never want to recall, in Golrond of Draenor, in the sky above the wilderness, the Deathwing piercing through his body by the dark green light that tore through the sky, and the merciless strangulation that followed... On that day, the Black Dragon Warrior saw with his own eyes how the undefeated "god" in his eyes was brutally beaten down into the abyss.

And that's all because it met the death knight in front of you...

How can this keep him from fearing?

"Are you afraid of me?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he spread his hands:

"Did I do anything horrible that scared you? Oh, and there's an old friend who wants to meet you too. ”

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade turned sideways and made a "please" gesture, accompanied by the gathering of the Shadow Gate, Khadgar, who was dressed in purple robes and held the staff of the Guardian, stepped out of the shadows, he looked at the Black Dragon Warrior Olician with silver eyes, and a stiff smile appeared on the corner of the Great Lich's mouth:

"Hello, Count Presto's squire."

The moment he saw the six rune chains that shone with golden light around Khadgar's body, the fearless black dragon warrior turned and fled, he didn't know what happened to Khadgar, but there was no doubt that the instinct from the top predator was frantically alarming, and the mage in front of him was no longer the fragile flesh and blood he knew.

Dangerous! Extremely dangerous!

"Why run..."

Khadgar stretched out his finger and shook it, leaving the onlookers stunned by the huge magic power, the unimaginable magic chains intertwined with ice and shadows, binding the powerful black dragon warrior in place, he didn't even have time to transform into a black dragon form, he was covered by crazy magic like a sea tide, and then in the glow of the necromantic rune, he was frozen in a huge piece of ice.

The horror on Olisian's face was undisguised in the cold, and the icy structure made it look like some kind of eerie "work of art".

It was like a great lich who had done a little thing and walked up to Tyrion's side, leaving behind him, leaving a trail of frost condensation, and he blinked his silver eyes, and asked with some incomprehension:

"Why does every "old friend" who sees me run away? I was just... I just want to have a good chat with them. ”

"So you can wait and talk, there's plenty of time."

Tyrion snapped his fingers and said in a deep voice:

"Send the guys in, it's time to get to work."

Khadgar took a step back and leaned over slightly:

"As you wish..."

"Buzz Buzz"

The shaking portal opened in the darkness behind Khadgar, tearing open 6 portals at once, which was also difficult for a human archmage to do, but for Khadgar, it was very easy, as easy as he could freeze a black dragon with his hand.

He looked back at Ronin who was tied up in the corner, he saw the Dalaran emblem on Ronin's chest, Khadgar smiled at Ronin, then turned around and continued to study the black dragon that he had frozen, and that smile, that smile did not make Ronin feel at ease, on the contrary, that smile made him tremble, it was not a strange expression that a living person should have.

Master Khadgar, he's been... He's been... Oh, my God!

The first to walk out of the portal was Glokush, the old orc Death Knight looked up at the dark environment, he quickly spotted a threatening opponent, he drew his battle axe with his backhand, and walked towards Tyrion, while behind him, Luminas, Celrent, Roglio, Sarufar, and Irel walked out of their respective portals.

Behind the Death Lord, followed by the most elite high-ranking knights, in just a few minutes, this empty hall was completely occupied by the necromancers.

And under the gaze of more than 100 high-level undead, Tyrion took a step forward, he played with the black ring on his left finger, he looked at the silent Onexia in front of him, he whispered:

"You have 5 black dragons, oh, apart from Mr. Olysian, you only have 4 black dragons left, and I, I have 6 Death Lords, 98 High Knights, and in addition to Grimbaatar, there are 30,000 awakened warriors, God, you never know what a terrible experience it is for me to awaken so many walking corpses by myself, and after the portal, there are also blood mages waiting there, oh yes! I still have some fighters who are hidden. ”

Tyrion's eyes raised a few inches, looking at the space behind the black dragon, and he whispered:

"Come out and meet Onexia, my dear, this beautiful girl is Nesario's daughter, and she is our niece."

"Buzz"

A cold aura appeared less than 3 meters away from Onexia, and the black dragon princess turned her head stiffly, and saw Aurelia in blood-red armor, she was on a sharp knife wheel, and behind her, there were 5 indifferent assassins in the same costume.

"What a lovely girl..."

Aurelia stretched out her cold fingers and touched Onyxia's cheek, and she looked at her indifferently:

"Give it to him, dear, you don't want to see what Tyrion looks like when he's... That's just terrible. ”

In the midst of the fierce eyes, the temperature of the entire hall dropped by at least 10 degrees due to the gathering of high-level necromancy, which made Ronin can't help but shiver, Onexia stubbornly held the dragon's soul in her arms, she looked at Tyrion in front of her, the latter had a smile on his handsome cheeks, but there was no trace of a smile in his ice blue eyes.

The indifference is like the ice floes on the sea, and you can never guess what kind of darkness lies beneath the ice floes that are exposed.

Tyrion stretched out his hand towards Onexia, who gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and looked at the dragon soul that she had been planning for a long time in her hand, she hesitated, and Luminas, who was standing behind Tyrion, sneered, she stretched out her finger and hooked it, and the high-level knights around the four black dragons drew their rune weapons in unison.

"Hey, what's this doing?"

Tyrion waved his hand dissatisfied, and the Death Knights returned their weapons to their scabbards, and the Great Lord of the Darkblade reached out against Onexia's jaw, lifting her blown-up cheek, and whispered:

"You're going to make the right judgment, right, you've always been, I have no intention of killing Nesario's bloodline here, you see, girl, the North is a dangerous place, it's not for a cute girl like you, go to Stormwind, where you can make a difference, if you behave well enough, maybe your generous Uncle Tyrion will help you get rid of Nefarian... Your ambitious brother. ”

"It's yours!"

Onexia suddenly felt an indescribable grievance, this little girl's emotion should not have appeared in the bloodline of Deathwing, but it appeared at this time, she threw the dragon soul in her hand to Tyrion like an annoyed girl, and then forced herself not to let the tears of grievance flow down her eyes.

"Seriously."

Tyrion looked at the golden dragon soul in front of his eyes, handed it to Aurelia, and then, like a real elder, put his hands on Onexia's shoulders, and asked in the ear of the black dragon princess "gently":

"I let you go, aren't you really going to thank me?"

"Thank you for your "kindness"... Tyrion... Mr! ”

Onexia almost gritted her teeth and said her thanks word by word, and when she finished, Tyrion frowned and let out a nasal voice of displeasure.

"Huh? Mr? ”

"Tyrion... Uncle..."

"Oh, that's good!"

Tyrion reached out to smooth Onexia's hair, he smiled and kissed his niece on the forehead, shoved something into her hand, and then made a "please" gesture to the Black Dragon Princess, and behind him, the Death Knights brushed out of the way, and at the end of the road, there was an open portal.

The Black Dragon Princess clenched the things in her hand tightly, and she walked silently towards the portal, and her cheeks were already full of tears of shame and grievance...

Tyrion. Dawnblade... You'll regret it! I swear...