"He is now in the Northland continent of Northrend, and under the manipulation of the demons, he has established his own undead power."

In front of a mansion in the Midnight Gardens of Stormwind, the Lords of Death who could make it there sat in a row of chairs, and in front of them, Tyrion calmly recounted the recent story of Neozu.

Below, the lords sitting in their chairs all widened their eyes or showed surprised faces.

It's not their fault, Tyrion and Neozu's game is buried too deep, to the point that no sane necromancer dares to think about it.

"So now that he has taken the initiative to contact you, does that mean..."

The Grand Lich Khadgarmo, rubbing his chin, asked softly:

"Meaning, the devil is coming? Come here? Coming to Azeroth? In addition, does their arrival have anything to do with our appearance? ”

"Demons will come sooner or later, whether the Dark Blade is there or not, the Burning Expedition of the Realms will not stop, at least until it destroys all worlds with the existence of Star Souls, it will not stop, Azeroth is indeed special, but in the journey of the Burning Expedition, it is not too special."

Tyrion spread his arms and looked at the different gazes of the Death Lords below, and he said:

"According to the news from Naozu's adventure, the patience of the demons has run out, especially the archdemon hiding in the warped void, Kazak's defeat in the world of Draenor has propelled the Legion forward, Akmund cannot accept a humiliating defeat, and he desperately needs a grand victory to prove himself to the Dark Titan."

"The vanguard of the Legion of the Northlands, the undead scourge under the command of Neozu has begun to prepare to invade the eastern continent from the north, they want to obtain the important materials that can directly open the portal across the stars in Azeroth, to directly tear the space wall, and put Akmund and his burning army into this world, when the portal opens, when Akmund appears, that is our chance."

"Oh..."

Luminas uttered a nasal voice of enlightenment, and she propped her chin on her hand and whispered:

"So you put our legion on standby in the Arathi Heights because you know that the Empire of Humanity is about to face another army of the undead coming from behind, and they will help us destroy the last of humanity's resistance... Wait, you missed a very important point, are the undead calamity of Nao Zu and us on the side? ”

"Lumi's question is important, who are the friends? Who is the enemy ... This is directly related to the course of the war. ”

Danas. Thorbane, who was attending the Council of the Death Lords for the first time, looked at Tyrion with blazing eyes and asked in a deep voice:

"Will you let a group of undead with no bottom line and no rules completely destroy Northern Xinjiang?"

"Well, that's a good question."

Tyrion didn't answer directly, he just said casually:

"When facing the demons, there is no doubt that we are on the same side, but I can't guess Nao Zu's thoughts, maybe after we work together to kill the demons, the two sides will immediately fight, the enemy of the enemy is not necessarily a friend, but no matter how this matter develops, the order of the northern frontier will inevitably fall apart after this battle, this is the only future I can be sure of."

"That's not much to say."

Danas stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his body, he looked at Tyrion, and a hint of determination flashed in his blue eyes:

"Give me the command of all 13 warbands, and within 6 months, I will conquer the entire northern frontier for you... Instead of watching humans take their last breath as they are tormented by mad demons and real undead monsters, it is better to leave their future to you. ”

General Thorbain rubbed his hands, and he glanced at Tyrion:

"At least you have a bottom line."

"Don't be in such a hurry, Danas."

Looking at the undead general who had changed from lazy to active, a hint of playfulness flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he waved his hand to signal Danas to sit down, and he whispered:

"For this matter, I have my own plan, and it is already being implemented, and the most important thing is that this will be the most terrible crisis facing the human empire, under the three-way offensive, I have always been curious, what kind of future will be bred by this extreme pressure, if they survive it, it will prove that they still have a future to speak of, if they can't survive it, then I will give them a future that belongs to me."

"Humanity must abandon all weaknesses and begin a pure struggle for survival, and this battle will also determine the outcome of the human empire."

"And, what kind of opponent do you think we're up against?"

Tyrion turned his gaze to Danas, and he accentuated his tone:

"In the world of Draenor, in the face of a vanguard of the Burning Legion, in the case of absolute terrain superiority, the Knights of the Dark Blade also paid two-thirds of the lower-level undead, and one-third of the higher-level undead died in battle to win the victory, the impact of that battle on us has not been fully recovered to this day, do you think that relying only on us and Naozu can defeat the army of demons pouring into the nest?"

"Don't be naïve! In this war game that is about to begin, you, I, Nao Zu, the Human Emperor, are just pawns, each of us has no qualifications and abilities to dominate the game, and for the final victory, I must save every bit of useful power... As for humanity, I will help them when they are about to fall, but at that time it will also prove that their empire and civilization are not qualified to continue to exist. ”

"It's easy to say! Those are the demons that even you fear and another undead with the sole purpose of destruction, they don't care about any civilian casualties, they don't bind themselves, they will do everything to extinguish the fire of resistance in front of them, and achieve their goals in all ways, with the current strength of the human empire, they can't win at all in such a flank! ”

Danas gritted his teeth and retorted:

"You're just sitting back and watching them die!"

"So what?"

This time it was not Tyrion who retorted to Danas, but the veteran Death Lord Glokush, who sat in the front row, and the orc stood up and looked at Danas with a cold gaze:

"When the disaster comes, everyone should resist with all their strength, in anticipation of the final salvation, just like the drowning person, who does not know how to save himself will only drag the rescuer into the cold abyss together, Danas, you are not the savior, figure this out, recognize your identity, you are an undead, just like us, standing opposite the living, they don't want and don't need your extra mercy!"

"If they can't even save themselves from a desperate situation, then why and why should we lend a helping hand? In your eyes, did the Dark Blade come to this world to do good? ”

"But... But you promised that what you wanted to build was a better world! ”

Out of his anger, Danas cried out:

"You! Tyrion, you described that future to me! ”

"I promised."

Tyrion said calmly:

"When they show their worth, when they are forged into steel in the furnace of flames, I will help them, but not now, there is no need for meaningless scum in the new world."

"How can you help?"

Danas stared at the King of the Dark Blades: "If you want to convince me to sit back and watch my former brother fall into hell, then you better give me a reason to convince me, I want to see you in action!" ”

"Then do you think that when it has already been exposed, why do I still arrange hundreds of thousands of werewolves in the Silver Pine Forest surrounded by three sides?"

The voice of the King of the Dark Blades also raised a few degrees:

"Have you fed the dogs all your military prowess? Danas, don't you see why those werewolves were left there? When they are in a desperate situation, the werewolves will buy them time to finally move to the Darkblade Zone... The premise is that they can survive until that time, and are willing to accept the new order of the Dark Blade. ”

Danas moved his lips to say something, but eventually, under the indifferent gaze of the other lords, he slumped in his chair as if he had lost all strength, and Tyrion had arranged everything clearly, and he knew why he had made the decision this way.

At the moment when human civilization is about to be destroyed, they will truly see the meaning of the Dark Blade under the oppression of the double disaster, and at that time, as long as the Dark Blade opens its arms, those cornered living can only throw themselves into the arms of Tyrion.

This is his real strategy, contrast... In the face of true and pure evil, the cruel order represented by the dark blade is the most perfect destination.

He is waiting for a suitable time, and then let the cruel reality force humanity to make a final choice, and most importantly, it will be a voluntary choice, and once humanity chooses this path, all resistance, all the things they insist on, will come to naught, they will become a member of Tyrion's new order, and the original independent human civilization will be destroyed in the true sense.

No wonder Tyrion didn't show much interest in conquering the North, this conspirator, he must have known about what was going to happen a long time ago, and he had been waiting for this to happen!

But the most tragic problem is here, even if Danas has insight into everything, he has to admit that under the three-way comparison, if the human empire can't hold out, then the dark blade... Maybe it's really their last and most perfect destination.

"Think of the good, my general."

Tyrion whispered:

"Maybe the human empire you miss will survive? Maybe they will suddenly have an epiphany, cut off all internal shackles, and realize the sublimation of collective wisdom, every soldier is willing to give everything for the empire, and every civilian can grit his teeth and hold on until the empire wins... They will truly break down the barriers of race and culture, truly achieve great unity in all senses, and bring out all the power within themselves. ”

"If they can do all this, maybe, there is hope for them... How? Do you yourself think that your former compatriots can't do it? ”

A mocking smile flashed in the eyes of the King of the Blades, and he patted Danas on the shoulder:

"Don't do that... Give them a little faith, just like I did, and always have "faith" in them. ”

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"Boom, boom, boom"

Undead artillery lined up in front of Fort Riptide on the Arathi Heights, throwing scorching cannonballs into the fort in front of them with a frequency reminiscent of migratory birds.

In the explosion and roar of those shells, the masonry of the fortified fortress splashed wildly, and even the tough earth trembled under such a bombardment.

"These undead don't want to take this place at all! They just want to kill us! ”

The soldiers hid in the deepest part of the fortress whispering, their faces full of panic, in such a sudden battle, and the rain of bullets on the crazy battlefield, after the sky was completely controlled by the necrows, the reinforcements of Fort Riptide could not rush out to support.

"Are the undead crazy?"

Lothar stood on the walls of Fort Rapids, looking at the defensive fortress on the distant plain completely covered by artillery fire, his fingers clasped at the hilt of his sword, and beside him, Field Marshal Gaserys, who had narrowly escaped from the defeat on the Hammer Heights, still had a bandage on his forehead, and he kept an eye on the movement ahead with his telescope.

"With the frequency of this shelling, they will run out of shells very quickly, or is this a new tactic?"

Gathiris asked in a low voice, but Lothar did not answer immediately, seeing that the frequency of the shelling was slowly decreasing, and the walls of the defensive fortress were already cruel, and the undead in the rear were surging forward like a black tide, the human emperor gritted his teeth and said:

"It's clear that the undead commanders have lost patience with the defense of the fortresses, and they want to tell us in this way that the castle can't protect us... Now, let the cavalry rush out, that section of the fortress will not be kept, but at least bring back our soldiers! ”

"Yes!"

The herald hurried down the wall, and a moment later, the gate of Fort Riptide slowly opened, and a heavy cavalry rode the horses and rushed all the way down the high slope of the castle, and while the undead crossed the fortress, the soldiers who stood in the fortress saw the arrival of reinforcements, and the originally sluggish morale was restored, and they gritted their teeth and began to fight back.

For a while, in the ruined fortress fortress, the undead and the human defenders fought for position almost inch by inch, especially after the death knights also joined the battlefield, the intensity of that battle instantly increased.

"The artillery positions of the undead are moving, and they are going to fire again!"

"Griffin Knight, take to the skies and blow up those turrets for me!"

The commandant's angry voice floated on the city walls, facing the airspace completely blocked by the ravens, at this time he took to the air and ventured to blow up the undead artillery front, which was undoubtedly a move to death, but the brave Brute Hammer Knights did not resist the order, anyone can see the scorching battlefield at this time, once the undead fire towards the area where the two sides are fighting, the human defenders and reinforcements will inevitably fall into the cruel death trap.

And the undead... Those who have no feelings, how can they care about the accidental injury of their own side?

"Light! There's light over there! ”

Before the griffin knights had just lifted off from the castle, their leader pointed to the undead battle line behind and shouted, and the next moment, the commanders standing on the city wall also saw the fluttering golden light, like a wave of holy light suddenly surging behind the black tide.

"Reinforcements? No! No! ”

Lothar's eyes widened, and with the blessing of the mage's hawk eye, he clearly saw a sudden paladin army, like sharp knives, stabbing into the rear of the undead battle line, and under the surprise of those dead people, they drove their war horses to sweep through the line of the undead artillery, throwing bundles of alchemy bombs into the position.

And the leader, the paladin in the quaint silver-white armor, the blond hair, and the action of his sword swinging and slashing, made Lothar can't help but rub his eyes.

"Tulayan! How did he end up here? ”