"Bang"

The glass full of fine wine smashed on the carpet, the broken glass splashed in all directions, and even the wine with red blood was spilled everywhere, and at the table full of delicious food, the last old marshal who was still standing looked at the calm face in front of him with incredible eyes, and he covered his heart and asked bitterly:

"Why? Lady Elena, why do you do this! ”

Facing the Supreme Commander of the Drusła Army, Everly. Marshal Reed's questioning, a trace of blood flashed in the eyes of the somewhat pale Lordess, she touched her face that had become young again, she lowered her head, and whispered:

"I'm sorry, but... But it's a must. ”

"Bang"

Under the poisonous blood, the old marshal's body collapsed on the carpet, and behind him, there were all the high-ranking commanders of the army who had been wiped out, and outside this manor, those local nobles who were invited to the palace suffered the same fate.

In addition to the nobles who were rescued by Lord Stoxon, today, at the moment of the end of this feast of death, the entire cumbersome and vast aristocratic network of Drusva was completely torn apart, and those who were proud of their noble blood in the local area finally died in this cup of poisoned wine.

The Duchess crouched down and closed the old marshal's round eyes, and she turned back with some pain to look at the elf on the second floor, leaning against the railing, with a glass of wine in his hand, and a calm face.

Surrounded by a room full of dead bodies, the Lord shouted to Tyrion:

"I drank the blood, and I did what you asked..."

"So, I did what I promised."

Tyrion's fingers flicked, and the closed ballroom door was pushed open from within, and Arthur, who had also become younger. Lord Vikris strode into the hall as he had done in his youth, and he held his wife in his arms, and in this hall full of death, the two loving couples who had been holding each other for each other looked up after a deep kiss and looked at the author of it all.

In addition to the joy of reunion over death, the eyes of the husband and wife who have regained their youth are full of disgust and hatred for the most evil person in front of them.

He ruined everything they had in a way that destroyed everything.

Tyrion also looked at the two newly transformed vampires... Generally speaking, it takes a period of time for a human body to recuperate from the blood of Salein, but with the help of the Blood Lord, the time required for this process is greatly reduced.

"I know you hate me, but that's okay, I don't force your gratitude and love."

Tyrion took a sip of the bland poisoned wine in his hand, then tossed the glass from the second floor, and at the sound of glass shattering, he turned away.

"All I want is your loyalty... Now all the great tombs of the entire Drusva are to be opened to the Knights of the Darkblade, and in 3 days' time, I will see my army enter the Strait of Tilagad, and... With an endless array of necromancy, lay siege to Pelallas! ”

"It's a wake-up call to my old friend Dareen, to tell him with the wails of the people of Kul Tiras... It's time to pay off the debt! ”

"Click, click"

The sound of the clash of armor sounded behind the Vikris couple, and the old marshal Everly, who had just died. Reed stood up, his body full of death energy, and he looked with disgust at the master in front of him with his cold and unforgiving eyes, and behind him, the high-ranking commanders stood up one by one, and the Darkblade Valkyrie Willey flapped her wings and hovered behind them, she was the one who awakened these mighty warriors in a very short time.

This is also a new ability that Tyrion has given her.

Everley. Marshal Reed drew his sword, and from the light reflected from the sword, he saw what he was now, he shook his head, and asked in a deep voice:

"I've heard a command from death, I'm going to re-enter the battlefield, the only problem is... Where is the army I want to command? ”

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The estate is full of a taste of time, and it is still intact under the restoration and preservation of successive Lord Vicres, of course, among the four families of Kul Tiras, the Vikris family has been suffering from financial constraints.

Drusva is not a rich area, and the dark forces that spread here have made the people here very poor, and this has been the case for many years, until the Orc War began, when Dareen transferred a large part of Kurtilas's armament business to Drusva, which gave the region a new lease of life, but the accumulation of wealth takes time...

In fact, the Lord's marriage of his precious daughter to a businessman did not change the family's economic thoughts.

Because it took too much money to renovate the manor on a large scale, the manor had remained as it had been in essence as it had been, and it was a pleasure for Tyrion to enjoy the quiet and slightly dim environment, and he moved to the manor's gardens to experience the unique customs of the island nation and the continent in his spare time.

"Hmm..."

The King of the Dark Blades used a fork to cook a piece of sea fish, and the fat flesh was in his mouth, and the toxins in the fish that had been heated in the warm oil formed a very delicious taste in his mouth, which the chefs of Stormwind City could not make no matter what they did.

"Very good, you are very talented, you are the chef I need."

Tyrion picked up the cloth, wiped his mouth, and said to the trembling, terrified-eyed manor chef standing beside him, a fat chef with a big belly and a white chef's robe:

"You can come back to Stormwind with me when the Kul Tiras thing is over, I love the taste, by the way, what's your name?"

"Ral, my name is Ral, Your Majesty."

The fat chef tried to make his expression look joyful, but the sweat on his forehead and the horror in his eyes couldn't hide Tyrion.

"Don't worry, Ral, you know, the living are much more fit for nimble thinking and groundbreaking work than the Necromancer, so if I need a good top chef who can satisfy my poor appetite, then he will be a real living man, not a uncreative Necro... Do you understand what I mean? ”

Tyrion casually placed a priceless gem into Ral's hand:

"As long as you can always make such satisfying food, your life will not be disturbed by any factors, and you will live until the day you get impatient."

The fat chef understood the meaning of Tyrion's words, he secretly looked at the gem in his hand, it was a treasure he had never seen before, Lal was not a professional businessman, but he was sure that the gem in his hand was definitely more than he was paid for twenty years of work for the lord and his wife on the estate, thinking of his son and family, the fat cook gritted his teeth and reached out to wipe the sweat.

He narrowed his eyes and said to Tyrion flatteringly:

"Actually, Your Majesty, I know of a deep-sea fish that only lives in the Druswa and that rare fish contains unimaginable poison, and I believe that the dishes made with it will definitely refresh your eyes, but it will take me a few days to prepare."

"Then go, in this world, only freedom and food can not be disappointed... I'm willing to wait for that. ”

Tyrion waved his hand, and the fat cook retreated respectfully, and after a few moments, the El Knight pushed open the garden door and approached Tyrion with something:

"Your Majesty, we've found it."

"Huh?"

Tyrion looked up, reached out and took the wooden box that Al handed him, then pushed the dish in front of him in front of him, motioning for him to sit down and savor it.

The King of the Blades opened the wooden box, which contained a silver-gray, heavy, very quaint book, and he took it out, and the moment his fingers touched the book, a faint tingling sensation erupted from his fingertips, causing Tyrion to frown.

Opposite Tyrion, the Knight of the El rudely put the meat of the sea fish in his mouth, chewing and whispering to his majesty:

"In the notes of Lord Vicres' ancestors, the name of the book is recorded in detail, they call him "Silver Ash Sacred Book", it is said that the training methods and weapons materials recorded by the first generation of Ash Knights, were hidden by the last Ash Knight Govar in the cave formed by the Ash Knights, where there is a very cumbersome magical barrier, and it took us 2 days to break it. ”

"Is there only this book there?"

Tyrion asked as he flipped through the book, and the El Knight said with an unchanged expression:

"There are also some silver weapons that have lost their effectiveness over time, I brought back a few samples, and the rest, all of which have been destroyed by the knights."

"Well, Holy Silver..."

Tyrion looked at the Silver-Grey Tome of the strange weapons used by the Ash Knights, items never heard of on the continent, including Holy Silver, the material used to forge the Evil Destroying Weapon, a special incendiary Sacred Fire Oil that can be devastating to dark creatures, and a few other alchemical products.

The Lord of the Dark Blades noticed that the Ash Knights had a special training method that ensured that their souls and bodies fit perfectly to ensure that their souls would not be captured by dark magic during the war against Drust.

"Bang"

The tome was placed on the table in front of him by Tyrion, and his eyes were full of solemnity:

"Are you sure that there are no other copies? The knowledge recorded in this book is a great threat to the Dark Blade. ”

"No, we can guarantee it, Your Majesty."

The El Knight finished the last piece of fish, wiped his mouth, and said:

"Even that cave has been destroyed, and no one will know the final legacy of the Knights of Ash!"

"Good!"

The King of the Dark Blades stretched out his finger, and the cold death energy instantly covered the silver-gray holy book in front of him, and under the effect of the corrosive energy that shone with a blood-red halo, the book seemed to be thrown into endless time, and it weathered rapidly, and in the end, only some scattered holy silver was left, and a pile of ashes dissipated in the wind.

"You also have to take part in the attack on the Strait of Tiragad, Al, you and your knights are a very important force, and besides, don't rush into the Stoxon Valley, I guess, the calm exterior of that place is already full of maddening dark forces."

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Just as Tyrion and his knights were planning an attack on Kul Tiras, at the same moment, on a merchant ship sailing from Pelarhas to the Eastern Continent, in a secluded cabin, a lonely female guest took off her hat and robe a little tiredly, and under the robe, a heavy package was hidden.

She sat down on the table in the cabin, placed the package in front of her eyes, and opened it, which contained a rubbish book filled with dense words and drawings, and a short knife with a sheath.

She picked up the dagger, tightened her grip on its scabbard, and drew it.

There was a glittering light dancing on the gray blade, it was the light that belonged to the holy silver, the style of this short knife was completely different from the style that was popular in the human world now, but it had a violent beauty of a barbarian era, and if that book was correct, such a knife could easily pierce through the heavy magic shields of those death knights, and the holy silver on the blade could cause them terrible damage.

"Khadgar, you're really playing with fire..."

The female guest walked over to the mirror on the cabin wall, she reached out and wiped it on her face, and soon a strange mask was removed from her face, revealing the real face of the female guest.

Pale green skin, small fangs, and large eyes similar to those of the Draenei, with black hair matured into a double ponytail.

Garona. Harvard Olson... A top-tier Assassin who should have been imprisoned in the deepest part of Karazhan was now sitting on a ship from Belarhas to the Eastern Continent, looking at the glass in front of her, her melancholy eyes shining on it.

"I knew that you were still the same you... Death didn't take you, it didn't change you, my Khadgar, you're still the same hero. ”

"But... What will your future be like if you keep going like this? ”