Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Most of the orcs that can fight are exiled to Azeroth. The orcs remaining in Draenor will not exceed 20,000, and most of them are elderly and children who have no combat power."

On the 7th day of the capture of the Hellfire Citadel, the orc expulsion on the entire Hellfire Peninsula was nearing its end. The Dark Knights controlled most of the land, but for those orcs who had fled, the death knights did not try to kill them. They just drove them out of the peninsula.

On the rooftop of the Dark Temple, Glokus was reporting to Tyrion the entire battle process.

"Most of the remaining orcs live in Galadar, Nagrand, a settlement controlled by Shaman Gaiaan."

The return of the black hand is bland, and the whole process is read out in the hollow and dull voice of the death knight, which is really lethargic, and Tyrion actually does not care about these remaining orcs, and they have almost no threat.

"Nagrand's elemental power is the most active, and there is no place for death knight activity."

Tyrion flicked his fingers and glanced at Glokus. He said softly:

"Since they are still alive, let them continue to live, Glokush, I give you the task of monitoring Nagrand, if they still try to destroy the dominance of the dark blade on this world, then don’t blame me for starting Relentless...this is my promise to you!"

"As for those orcs who can still fight, drive them all to Frostfire Ridge."

Lord Darkblade crossed his fingers and propped his chin, his blue eyes flashed thinking: "I have no time to hunt them down. After the resources of Oakington are developed, Alanka Peak Forest Will be our next goal."

"Thank you for your kindness, Tyrion."

Glokush's voice finally changed with a slight tone. He leaned slightly and said to the Lord:

"I will definitely manage the borders of Nagrand and look for more cemeteries nearby. Speaking of which, you will definitely be interested in Nagrand’s eastern pendant, which is the last city of the ogres, Two years before the opening of the Dark Portal, it was captured and destroyed by the orcs. It is said that the ancient knowledge passed from the Ogre Empire is buried there. The most important thing is that as far as I know, the last branch of the Ogre Empire The most powerful legion is buried there!"

"Oh? That is to say, under the ruins, there are hidden resources that can be used by us?"

Tyrion's eyes blinked, and after a while, he nodded:

"Then, the development of the overhanging castle is up to you. Don't forget to collect information about Gorgrond. It is said to be a completely wild place."

"Observe, Lord!"

Glokus turned and left, and Tyrion hadn't enjoyed a moment of tranquility. Serent entered the rooftop again. He brought news that was neither good nor bad.

"One of the graves we dug in Oakington was damaged, and it's certainly not the orcs' handwriting."

Serent skimmed cautiously, watching Tyrion's expression unchanged, and he took out a weird feather from his pocket and handed it to the lord.

"We found a lot of this kind of feathers on the scene, Yrel told me that this is the feathers of the crows left in this world."

"Crow?"

Tyrion looked at the feather in his hand. The feather of this huge bird had lost its luster. He could feel a bit dark and twisted in this feather under the touch of his finger. The magic of the death knight's fingers jumped on the edge of the stone throne. After a while, he returned the feather to Serent.

"Leave them alone, strengthen vigilance, and continue to develop Oakington. We still know too little about the world. Let Seven find in those souls and resurrect a group of knowledgeable draenei, As a guide for us to gather the whole world!"

"I see."

Serent breathed a sigh of relief. He thought about it and said:

"Tirion, we have too few people, and we can’t even manage Oakington completely. If we only rely on me and Seven, the efficiency is too low. Therefore, what I want is From the knights who have been resurrected, choose a group of managers?"

"Well, this is what I am considering."

Tyrion tilted his legs and leaned on the throne, his fingers crossed back and forth, he said to Serent:

"Let Yrel follow you to Oakington, you, Seven and Yrel form a group, consider the resurrected undead, the thinking is normal, can accept our ideas, and are willing to join them, choose Come out, and then teach them the complete death knight combat system, and guide them to use death energy. Those who have insufficient thinking... can only be used as subordinate cannon fodder."

"How much?"

Theron nodded characteristically and asked again that this question made Tyrion hesitate:

"As long as the Dark Blade Knights are elite, this can't be changed. The random charge will only make our combat power drop sharply. The first batch... first select 100 lower-level knights, and then select 20 high-level according to their performance. Knight, led by the three of you, it should be enough in the short term. Also, don’t relax the monitoring of Shattrath City. If the Naru hidden in it wants to do something, I must get the news first! "

"Observe!"

Serent retreated into the darkness. After he left, Tyrion sat alone on the stone throne. Under the calm eyes, his thinking was running fast, thinking about the future development of the Dark Blade Knights. .

Now that there are enough resources, the Knights should usher in a new wave of power. The death knight organization Black Knight Knights in the game is an ideal template. It is commanded by a large lord and governs the Apocalypse IV of war. The knight, as well as the high-level knight as an intermediate command level, and a large number of low-level commanders, the last is the constant selection of recruits.

It is also equipped with a lich and a dark mage group that are used for researching undead combat skills, repairing the wounded, gathering intelligence and making war plans, and also responsible for daily training. Most importantly, there is a war fortress that can move quickly in the sky, and A large number of gargoyles, frost dragons as high-level air combat members and so on.

Judging from the template of the Ebon Knights, the Dark Blade Knights formed by Tyrion are undoubtedly at the lowest level, so after the war against Ner'zhul and the exile of the orc clan, the next period of time, It will be used for internal development, and how to use the stretched manpower at maximum efficiency is the thing that Tyraine must consider as a big lord.

"Lumi, come to me!"

Tyrion called out in a spiritual link. After a few minutes, Luminas in a black dress appeared on the rooftop. Compared with other death knights, Miss Sister clearly lacked respect for Tyrion. But probably after just satisfying the desire to slaughter the orcs, Luminas looked a little lazy, and his face looked like he didn't wake up.

"What do you want me to do? Tyrion, I'm tired, I'm busy...too little sleep will affect the quality of the skin, I'm still trying to make a new antiseptic solution, rose scent, do you want to come a little?"

This unusual way of saying hello didn't let Tyrion know what to do with his expression. After thinking for a few seconds, he raised his head expressionlessly and looked at Lumi with an impatient look on his hips Nas, he decided to go straight in, not to give her a chance to be fooled.

"Dark Blade Knights high-level knight Luminas. Yang marks, in the name of Lord Dark Blade Lord, I grant you the management power of Hellfire Citadel, you will be responsible for maintaining the entire Hellfire Peninsula in the next time Resource development, and always pay attention to the movement of the Dark Portal! If there is an invasion of foreign enemies, you must organize a counterattack in the first time to win time for the backup!"

Tyrion aggravated his voice:

"Do you understand it?"

"understood!"

Luminas replied loudly, but at the next moment, she returned to the state of salted fish again. She looked at her rose-colored fingertips and said without looking back:

"But I won't go!"

"why?"

Tyrion asked subconsciously, Luminas changed his posture and akimbo, said indifferently:

"The Hellfire Peninsula has nothing but the stinky orc corpses! It's better to stay in the dark temple to sleep. Look at how clean little Ella and Akama have cleaned up this place, and you will let me do this. That! Why don’t you let Roglio go to the backcountry? Why don’t you let Serent go? What about Yrel? You can’t bear to let your little pet be exiled, just want me to kick there!”

The red light in Luminas' eyes was beating:

"My mother doesn't do it!"

This reaction made Tyraine stunned, but then, he rubbed his chin and looked at the death knight with a playful face. He whispered:

"Lumi... you are trying to get back the habit of living people! You are doing a dangerous thing, it seems that I warned you that you have forgotten."

"I...I don't have it!"

This sentence changed Luminas's expression, and she quickly retorted: "I know I'm dead, I just... I just make myself happy!"

"Happy? Is this what the dead should expect?"

Tyraine’s fist hit the stone throne, and the gravel fell, and the voice of Lord Dark Blade became extremely cold:

"Go to Hellfire Citadel now! If you don't want to be a lunatic between the torture of life and death...you will remember it for me! You are not allowed to recall the past!"

"I don't want to see my friends ruin themselves!"

"Oh...friend, Tyrion, should the dead have friends?"

Luminas refuted:

"You are also eager for the life of a living person! You can't hide from me! You are also a poor worm! Like me! Until another death comes, you will only die like an uninterested mouse, alone. Silently rot in the darkness!"

"I just don't want to live like a mouse! Is this wrong?"

Throwing a fierce rebellion, Lumi turned and rushed into the darkness. If she was a living person, she might have burst into tears at this time. Tyrion looked at the back of her leaving and extended her hand silently. .

He knew that he hurt Luminas again, but...but this was to protect her, really...

The atmosphere of the rooftop died down again. In the dark, Tyrion sat on the icy throne, the look was like a thorough sculpture.

"Ella, what are you looking at?"

The hoarse voice suddenly burst out of the darkness and was hiding at the door. The little dwarf with a probe was startled. She hurried into the roof and reported to Tyraine:

"Knight Luminas is gone, she left alone, and took the death knell."

"Let her go and help me call in Roger and Akama."

Tyrion waved his hand and the gnome wanted to say something, but in the end she retreated silently into the darkness.

"Roger, you are the person I trust most."

Lord Darkblade's mood seemed to be very bad. He waved his fingers irritably and said to the black armor knight standing in front of him:

"I'm going to give you a secret task, so that no one else will know..."

"Speak, Tyrion!"

Rogge answered very succinctly, Tyrion picked up a roll of map from the table on the edge of the throne and handed him:

"I want you to go out to sea by boat and look for the Franconian plain in the orc legend. It is an island that hangs overseas at the end of the northern part of the mainland. It is said that the island is the source of life in the world of Draenor, but it is only after all Legend, but I still hope you can find it."

"There are still some boats available in the pier of the Temple of Karapo, but I need an assistant!"

"Autum will go with you."

"Very good! I will start right away!"

Roglio turned and left, Tyrion looked at his back and suddenly asked:

"Roger, do you still want little Kane?"

"Kane, my son..."

Roglio's figure shook and disappeared into the darkness quickly, leaving a slightly sad word: "How could it not be possible? I just forced myself not to think about him..."

"It turns out... it turns out everyone, everyone has something to worry about, everyone is pretending to be strong..."

Tyrion reached out his hand and covered his cheek like a frustrated man. In this lonely darkness, he freed his fragility and pain, hiding under the cold, darkening shell Is an increasingly fragile soul.

"Aurelia..."

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