"Hmm"

A low murmur sounded in the dark stone chamber, like the last breath of a dying man, full of corruption and despair, but in this stone chamber engraved with necromantic runes, it represented awakening.

It was wakefulness in a long dormancy.

"Bang"

The tightly closed sarcophagus was violently pushed open from the inside, the heavy stone lid smashed on the ground, making a noisy sound, and the next moment, a black figure sat up from the sarcophagus, he looked around a little blankly, as if he was still entangled between dormant dreams and reality, but after a while, those pale green eyes became vivid.

"Click"

The slender figure climbed up from the sarcophagus, and he lowered his head to look at the black skin that covered his body, which looked like the hard shell left behind the cocoon of an insect, and in some places it had been broken, revealing the fresh and smooth skin beneath the black shell, like new skin.

The awakened guy frowned, this action made the scabs on his face begin to fall off, this disgusting scene made him close his eyes, accompanied by the surge of more powerful and docile death energy in his body, the cold current that burst from the inside out, all the black scabs on the body surface were removed, and soon, a slender and toned body appeared in the darkness.

He closed his eyes and groped in the dark, and soon, on the table next to the sarcophagus, he felt the familiar armor, the sensitive touch brought by the newborn body, which made him a little difficult to adapt, as if it was, as if he was back to the state of being alive, the senses, which went straight into the soul, not the dry conduction that had been.

In the sound of rustling, black, delicate, heavy armor engraved with thorns and skeleton patterns was put on his body, his fingers jumped on the table, and finally clenched the hilt of the sword at the end, the cold weapon, the slender body contained new power, this heavy sword that was originally full of weight, in his hand like a light feather, between the random swings, the whistling sound of breaking through the air seemed very dangerous.

"Click"

Phoenix's heavy sword was inserted back into the scabbard behind his back, he put his fingers in his hand armor, buckled the strap, and stepped forward, and with the dim light of the hedron lamp, the awakened Death Lord opened his eyes, and in front of him was a dim mirror, probably because it had been left unattended for a long time, and the surface of the mirror was already covered with dust, and only a vague shadow could be seen.

He stretched out his fingers to wipe the dust off the surface of the mirror, and what greeted him was the vivid face of life, even the gray eyes had returned to the pale green of the living, except for the long gray-white hair, on this body, there was hardly any trace of death.

Once again, it was infused with life, but unfortunately, it was still a slightly tired and indifferent soul that dominated this living body.

"Not bad."

Celent. Firewing stood in front of the mirror, spinning left and right, and finally, he nodded with a little satisfaction, the Blood Spirit of the Life Bound was working better than he had imagined.

The Death Lord glanced back at the sarcophagus in the center of the chamber, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the exit, and before leaving, he took off the black iron warbow hanging from the wall, carried it behind him, and strode out of the chamber.

It took him five minutes to reach the top of the Dark Temple, the new body, pure and powerful, the agility of death had returned to him, allowing him to regain his agility as a ranger, and by the time Celent arrived at the rooftop hall, the other Death Lords were already in the middle of the hall, whispering, and in front of everyone, the frozen throne.

Apparently, the Lords of Death are waiting for the Lord of the Blades to awaken.

"Yo, it looks like I'm the last one to wake up."

Celent walked into the midst of the lords, greeted a few people who knew each other, and finally stood by Rogrio's side, the guy was still as silent as before, although he had also recovered the same body as the living, but the cold that lingered on Rog's body was still more like an orthodox necromancer than Celonte.

Beside them, Luminas was whispering with Irel and Queen Reich about topics that would only be of interest to girls, and they were very satisfied with the appearance and fresh skin, while the improvement of combat power was thrown aside by the two guys who valued appearance more.

The two orcs leaned against the stone pillar behind them, barely saying a word, as before.

The Blood Lords are on the other side, thanks to the ability to draw blood, they have also received the essence of the Dragon King's blood, they are not dormant, but instead they have a longer period of adaptation, their strength comes from blood, and to control this powerful Dragon King's blood, what they need is to adapt and practice day after day.

To the right of the Lords of Death and the Lords of Blood, stands the Mistress Aurelia, who holds her adopted daughter, Dornan. Dawnblade was looking curiously at the knights around him, and after fully adapting to the presence of the necromancy, the child was no longer afraid, but became interested in them.

"Click"

An inaudible cracking sound sounded from the cold ice in front of them, like a muffled thunder, so that all the sounds dissipated at this moment, and everyone's eyes looked at the throne in front of them, and on the crystal clear surface of the ice, a crack had appeared, like the rate of breathing, and it quickly spread on the thick ice.

Soon, the solid ice covering the throne and Tyrion himself was covered with cobweb-like rifts, and the ice-blue eyes of the Death King, who was frozen in it, blinked, and soon, the shattered ice dispersed in an explosive manner.

However, the splashes of ice did not hurt anyone, they were evolved from Tyrion's death energy, and after the Necronomicon fully awakened, these ice blocks quickly dissipated, turning into wisps of dark red light, wrapping around the surface of Tyrion's body, returning to its roots.

"Bang"

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade stood up from the cold throne, his whole body was wrapped with unimaginable heavy energy, and the activated body became even tougher, as if the container itself was expanded, and the death energy in his body that had been condensed to the limit began to breed again, this time there was no longer a need to desecrate the Demon Seal, and the moment Tyrion's ten fingers crossed, the heavy death energy wrapped around his body, like a set of armor given by darkness.

Behind him, the closed wings of energy slowly swayed, and then suddenly opened, like a shadow covering the sky and the sun, enveloping Tyrion himself, and the next second, as the King of Dark Blades gathered the energy in his body, the wings that enveloped his body turned into black light feathers, dissipating into the stagnant air.

"Have you rested enough? Ladies and gentlemen? ”

Tyrion sat back on his throne, his hands resting on the armrests, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in front of him, and he whispered:

"Remember the future I promised you when we came to Draenor?"

"We will return to the place where we were born, we will reshape the world in our own way, we will take revenge on those who hide behind the scenes of the world, and we will fight together for a great purpose... There's no need to wait any longer. ”

"The time has come! Ladies and gentlemen... It's time to declare our existence to Azeroth, it's time for the living to tremble, our time has begun, and the only thing I can't be sure of is... Are you ready? ”

"I've been waiting impatiently."

In the silence of the crowd, Luminas, with her arms crossed, shouted:

"Let's get started, Tyrion! Take us back to Azeroth! Wash that world with death and blood and build our own dark empire! ”

"Hehehe, I know."

Tyrion let out a low laugh:

"I knew you were ready, ready for battle! Let Khadgar begin to widen the gates of darkness, and all doubts will be answered in the war, that bad world, where so many admirable people are looking for a reason to unite all the living... Let's satisfy them! ”

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In the Draenor continent, in the center of the Golrond Woodland, the great lich Khadgar, who had awakened from months of dormancy, stood quietly by the pool, in the pool in front of him, the surface of the Draenei ecological ship immersed in the water had been completely wrapped in living vines, and in the more acute touch of the Great Lich, under the steel shell, the powerful source of life had been completely awakened.

It was as if a huge heart was beating, and with that rate of breathing, the trees of the entire Yongmao Glade grew rapidly, and in just a few months, a third of the once barren land of Gollund was now covered with lush vegetation.

The life force contained in the awakened creature in front of him was something Khadgar had never seen in any text, the pure, aggressive and expansive life force, which seemed so hideous in the magical vision of the Great Lich.

And beside him, there stood two mages, one tall and one short, both alive, but their bodies trembled and they did not say a word, and it was obvious that they were in extreme fear.

Joe, the death knight who obeys Khadgar's orders. El stood beside the Great Lich, and as Khadgar turned his head, the Death Knight said in a hoarse voice:

"Tyrion has awakened, he has issued a war mobilization, and the necrons of the entire Outlands have begun to assemble... He didn't want to wait any longer. ”

"Of course he doesn't."

Khadgar said calmly:

"If I have such a large army and catch up with the smoke and panic of Azeroth, I will not wait any longer, Tyrion is a very good person to seize opportunities, it is not surprising that he made such a decision, and frankly, it is occasionally reassuring to have such a resolute leader."

"Joe, report to the Hellfire Legion, from now on, you have to be a loyal subordinate of Tyrion, complete any task he tells him perfectly, and don't need to hide anything from him, I will contact you when necessary."

"Yes, my lord!"

Joe. Al didn't argue anything, he just took the order like a true death knight, and strode out of the Yongmao Glade, so that there were only three people and three mages left in the thriving, twisted life force forest.

"A long time will always make people forget a lot of things, but the light of friendship will not fade in the passage of time."

Khadgar turned and looked at the human mage behind him, a strange smile tugging at his cold face:

"My friend Arugao, aren't you going to say something to me?"

Under the cold gaze of the Great Lich, the human mage Arugao, who was roughly knocked unconscious, and then swept all the way to the continent of Draenor, clenched his fists, he has had a very difficult life in the past few days, especially the humiliation and anxiety that cannot be erased from his heart, he looked at Khadgar, he gritted his teeth and said:

"What do you want me to say to you? Your subordinates killed my mentor... Master Uhl has no quarrel with the world, he will not join your war at all, that raunchy old man is innocent, why did you kill him? And why should I be kept alive? ”

"The Blood Warden's assassination of Archmage of your also paid the price, Lady Nassa was wounded, and 4 Warden recruits died in Dalaran, all because of your lack of cooperation!"

Khadgar said indifferently:

"Your foolish choice has cost me a valuable ally, and you have no idea what I'm doing, the Necronomicon will bring destruction to your world, and I don't want to... You just need to know that! I took the risk and brought you back to Draeno not to listen to you reprimand me, now, tell me, will you obey me, or will you continue to go against me? ”

"Don't want me to serve you!"

Arugao stared at Khadgar with hatred: "The people of Gilneth will never give in!" ”

"It's a pity..."

Khadgar shook his head, and the next moment, the sudden burst of cold aura froze the high-level mage Arugao into an ice sculpture in an instant, and his angry expression still remained on his face, and life... The fire of life in the body has been completely extinguished.

The Great Lich was like crushing a reptile to death, and he set his eyes on the dwarf mage beside Arugao, and a hint of curiosity flashed in Khadgar's eyes:

"Mr. Milhouse, as far as I know, no one in all of Dalaran has survived the spatial dislocation teleportation, and you are the first..."

The dwarf archmage's face was pale, he looked at Arugao, who was frozen into ice sculptures beside him, he swallowed with difficulty, gestured his fingers, and said in a sharp voice peculiar to a dwarf:

"It's all luck... If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid I would have fallen to my death in a high-altitude fall..."

"So I saved you... Millhouse, learn to be grateful and serve me... I'll just say it once..."

Looking at the icy magic shining on the tips of Khadgar's fingertips, the dwarf archmage was decisively intimidated, he knelt on one knee and bowed his head to Khadgar:

"Okay, okay! I do... Willing to serve you, mighty Mr. Lich. ”

"Nope! Not for me. ”

Khadgar corrected Millhouse. Mana Storm's misrepresentation, he pointed to the southeastern sky, and whispered:

"It's for our master, Tyrion, the Lord of the Necromancy. Dawnblade Service, keep that in mind! ”