Alone in the Dark Temple, Neozu surveyed the eerie building.

It's only been two days since he'd last visited, but the building in front of him has changed dramatically, many of the awakened skeletons are cleaning the rubble inside the building under the orders of the Death Knights, and some skeletons are repairing the energy pipes inside the temple under the command of the little pink-haired gnome.

"Looks like Mr. Tyrion is going to stay here for a long time..."

Neozu's eyes blinked, and he watched with interest as the dwarfs jumped up and down losing their temper at the stupid skeletons, and in his heart, he was assessing the significance of the actions of these death knights.

"Maybe that's a good thing."

"If he stays here for a long time, he's strapped himself to Draenor's chariot, and if the demons invade this world, he'll fight back to protect himself... The Knights of the Dark Blade of Tyrion are a force that can be united! ”

Dressed in a long black dress, Luminas walked out of the darkness, dressed like high heels, clattering on the ground, when not fighting, the beauty-loving elves always wore some clothes from the past, and before Iriel's arrival, she was actually the most living of all the knights of the Knights of the Darkblade.

"Tyrion asked me to take you up, Mr. Grand Chief."

Miss Death Knight crossed her waist and stood in front of Naozu with some impatience, she lacked respect for the new Great Chief of the Orcs, which was a matter of course, you can't ask a dead person to have much respect for the living.

Neozu didn't care about this attitude, he was a person who had seen big scenes, and even used to talk and laugh with the big demon in disguise, Luminas seemed to him to be a death knight without much scheming, and the best thing was that she still retained her preferences in life, which was much easier to deal with than the thoughtful Tyrion.

"Hehe, I'm always embarrassed to trouble Miss Lumi to pick me up, so let's take this as a gift for me to thank you."

With a twist of the Great Shaman's wrist, a ring of crystal jewelry that was both luxurious and delicate fell into the hands of Luminas, who picked it up and looked at it in front of her eyes, her eyes full of fascination.

"Oh, the rare 23 facets, the pure amethyst, the sophisticated cutting process, the perfect silver embellishment, this is a real masterpiece, and it makes me a little apprehensive to receive this gift."

After a very professional evaluation, Luminas was like a little girl, holding the jewel on her fingers, looking left and right, nodding with satisfaction, and looking at Naozu again, her eyes became much softer, of course, how soft a dead man's gaze was, it would only make people feel cold, but that kind of faint kindness was felt by the great shaman.

He smiled and waved his hand:

"It's nothing, you know, orc society doesn't have money in circulation, and these jewels don't fit our aesthetics, so it's perfect for someone who knows how to appreciate it, by the way, I see you are renovating this temple, is Mr. Tyrion planning to live there for a long time?"

"Well, at least five years, that's what he said anyway."

Luminas replied casually, motioning for Neozu to follow, and the two of them quickly walked into the stairs of the Dark Temple, and the great shaman looked left and right, and found that there were many more dead people who could move freely than the last time he came, and he asked with a feigned curiosity:

"Are these corpses your reserves?"

"How can it be that simple?"

Still basking in a slight joy at receiving the gift, which was not a secret anyway, Luminas immediately answered Neozu's question:

"We are different from the blood fiendry, Tyrion only needs elite knights, these corpses lack talent, and they will not be regarded as warriors, just some servants for training, speaking of which, although there are many corpses in this temple, there are not many who meet Tyrion's strict selection conditions."

"Well, are you taking the elite route?"

The rosary in Naozu's hand stopped, and he smiled and said:

"It seems that Mr. Tyrion is very ambitious."

"Well, who knows what he thinks in his heart."

Luminas lamented:

"It's been a busy few days, you see my hair color has become dry, it's a desperate life... Speaking of which, Mistress Naozu, did you know that there is such a place as the Dark Temple in Draenor? There were a lot of victims, preferably in dense cities like the ones where wars broke out. ”

"Hmm, let me think about it."

Neozu closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said to Luminas:

"The war between the Orcs and the Draenei is long over, and the Draenei have fallen to all three major cities in Draenor, except for Carabo, the city of Shattrath in Tarador and Oakington... That's right, Oakington! It was the burial place of the Draenei, where Gul'dan retinue had carried out evil experiments and blew up the city, and it should meet your requirements. ”

As he spoke, the old shaman saw Glokush training Iriel, and he suddenly remembered something, he turned his head to look at Luminas, and asked in a low voice:

"You're not going to get your mind to the orc's graveyard, are you?"

Naozu's tone became stiff:

"I advise you not to do this, after removing the pollution of evil powers, the orcs will inevitably return to the ancestral faith, and the act of playing with corpses is extremely evil in our eyes... With the good relationship we have at the moment, you wouldn't be so reckless, would you? ”

"Look at what you said..."

Luminas hid her mouth and laughed, a cold light flashing in the corners of her pretty eyes, and she whispered:

"Don't worry, Great Chief, the orcs have killed two-thirds of the Draenei, their corpses are enough for us for a long time, okay, I'll send the road to the rooftop here, you go up yourself, Tyrion is waiting for you."

Neozu said goodbye to Luminas with a smile on her face, and as he disappeared into the stairs, Miss Rummy looked at the jewel on her finger and smiled disdainfully, she turned and walked towards her abode, a tumbling murderous intent surging through her.

"Old immortal thing, dare to trick me, when you are useless... The first one slaughtered you! ”

"Bang"

The door to the rooftop was pushed open by Neozu, and he saw Tyrion standing at the edge of the rooftop, and behind the Death Knight, several crumpling crushers were carefully cleaning the place, clearing the rubble from the rooftop.

This was the first time that Naozu had seen a living creature in the Dark Temple, and he subconsciously ignored the other conspicuous living creature, Ella, who obviously had a special relationship with these Death Knights, and perhaps that dwarf was the Death Knight Reserve.

"Does the dead also drive the living?"

Neozu strolled over to Tyrion, and he whispered, "I thought you would only trust the dead. ”

"We will be wary of all who are alive, my friend Naozu."

Tyrion turned around and looked at the Great Shaman with a calm and cold gaze, and he whispered, "But if they are still useful, I will not hesitate to give them the opportunity to serve death, and what is valuable should be used reasonably, this is a very simple truth." ”

The Death Knight paused, he waved his fingers, and under the leadership of Akama, several Breakers quickly exited the rooftop, leaving only Tyrion and Neozu, the elf looked at the orcs, and said:

"So, when you come to see me again after two days, it seems that you have seen some of the facts, and I thought you would raise an army to kill all the remaining Draenei in this world, after all... They're the root of all evil, aren't they? ”

"The Draenei are just insignificant characters, they will die sooner or later, the demons will kill them all sooner or later, we don't need to do it, you are right, my friend Tyrion, the most important thing now is to leave a fire for the orc civilization!"

The Great Shaman waved his hand, and the howling wind formed a vague seat behind him, and he sat on it, leaning on his staff, his thin cheeks moving, and the gray-white mark on them was very clear, and he looked at Tyrion and said in a deep voice:

"Let's talk about what we didn't talk about last time, how do we get the weapons you mentioned that could open portals to other worlds? What do we have to pay for this? ”

"You don't have to give anything, this message is my free gift, as an expression of my kindness..."

The Death Knight leaned against the stone pillar on the side, he flicked his fingers, a spark of dark red energy pulsing in his fingertips, and he whispered:

"The Skull of Gul'dan in your hand will help you reopen the Dark Gates, and you also need a book of the magical wisdom of all the warlocks and mages, the Book of Medivan, which contains all the teleportation techniques that have ever been written, both the ones you have seen and the ones you have not... The book probably lives in the kingdom north of Azeroth, and if I'm not mistaken, it's in the kingdom of Alterac. ”

Naozu nodded:

"For attempts into the unknown, the knowledge of the sages is really needed, is the Book of Medivan a book written by the Astral Guardian? I heard his name from Guldan. ”

"Who knows? Maybe he wrote it, maybe it wasn't. ”

Tyrion's eyes narrowed at the hearing Medivan's name, he hated the name, but soon, he adjusted his emotions and continued:

"It's not enough to have a book, you also need the Scepter of Sargeras, which is a staff with the Endless World Dao Marker sealed inside, it is stored by a group of mages who think they are righteous in a place not far from the Dark Gate, that place is called Karazan, I can give you a detailed map, as long as you break through there, you can get this treasure..."

A stiff, feminine smile tugged at the corners of Tyrion's mouth, and he whispered:

"I will send my knights to act with you, but I advise you to personally lead the elite samurai there, those mages are naïve, but they are really good at fighting, don't show mercy to their men... Only by killing them all will you get the scepter! ”

The Death Knight's voice became a little colder, and the killing intent in his words was noticed by Nao Zu, and the old shaman snorted dissatisfiedly:

"You had a holiday with them? Borrowing a knife to kill? ”

"This question doesn't make sense to you, my friend."

Tyrion shrugged: "It's my business whether I have a holiday with them, they have what you need in their hands, so they are bound to be your enemies, it's easy to understand..."

"The last thing is stored in the Magic City of Dalaran, a gem that can gather a lot of magical power, and the mage calls it the Eye of Dalaran."

The Death Knight said: "That is the most dangerous place, if you want to break through the city of mages, there will be great losses, and it is very close to Lordaeron, if you are not careful, you will be discovered by humans, you must know that in the current situation, humans and orcs are almost enemies of the sky." ”

"So you're just drawing me a big pie, it's simply an impossible plan!"

Naozu frowned, "I can't put the future of the orcs on a plan that relies on luck. ”

"No, no, no! You have an advantage! ”

Tyrion stretched out his finger and shook it:

"You guys really have an advantage! Humans have not killed all the orc captives, those captives are locked up in prisoner of war camps, you only need to send some warriors to break through those prisoner of war camps, and in an instant, you can get enough manpower and material resources! And as far as I know, the Dragon's Throat, Blackstone, and Bloodring clans all have a large number of warriors left in Azeroth, as long as you can move them..."

"Then it's another crazy invasion!"

Tyrion spread his arms, a strange look shining on his cheeks:

"Tired human soldiers will die at the hands of your weapons, and the terrible order of that world will be challenged once again! Think, Naozu, if you launch a surprise attack when the humans have no power left, their armies will be scattered in a panic, and you will grab the last supplies to prepare for the long journey. ”

The Death Knight lowered his voice:

"The most important thing is that those orcs who are stained with demon blood, they are no longer saved! If you don't take this opportunity to consume them, even if you find a new world, the never-dying war fervor in them will make a mess of your new world... Rather than execute them yourself, let them die as they deserve... Let them die on the battlefield. ”

"You! You really are a devil! Tyrion! ”

Neozu whispered, and in the face of this accusation, Tyrion snorted, crossed his arms, and whispered:

"Actually, each of us is a disgusting monster, and the real irony is that once you find yourself in hell, my friend, the only one who can save you is the devil... Come on, cooperate..."

He stretched out his hand towards Naozu and said meaningfully:

"The view from the sacrifice of the warriors must be very beautiful."

"What about you? Tyrion, all this, all this you do, what do you get? I don't see what you're going to get, are you really a saint? I don't believe it! ”

Neozu looked at Tyrion, who didn't hide it, but said very bluntly:

"I'm not what you want... The way I question the world is chaos and war. ”

"What is fate? What is Justice? Is that world, everything that those so-called guardians are desperately trying to maintain, really right? ”

"I want everyone who has been hurt by war to think about this! Maybe it's hard to understand, but that's okay, you just need to know that so far, my actions have been beneficial to both parties, and I'm destined to win! ”

"There's no one who doesn't love victory, doesn't they?"