Chapter 1066 19. Gold Coins Call of Glory and War (Part 1)

Not much is known about what happened on Xoroth, and the war on Nyskra is still going on.

After Illidan, wielding the Calamity Fist, led the demon hunters to attack from the rear, destroying the huge and terrifying artillery positions of the demons, and after several hours of frantic fighting, the Dark Alliance finally captured the demon stronghold of Niscala. included in the bag.

The conversion of the sovereignty of this giant fortress built on the mountain means the defeat of Niscala's most powerful demon army, which means that the offensive and defensive positions on this land are different, but it has been determined to be the base camp of the Black Scythe Council of Stars Different from the Dreadscar Rift, Niscala's future has not been determined. To be precise, the leaders of the Dark Alliance are still a little uncertain about how to deal with this hot potato.

So while occupying the demon stronghold of Niscala and letting the dark alliance's legion take a break, the big bosses started a new round of discussions in this fortress that was still stained with demon flesh and blood.

But the meeting was delayed because Lord Kurtaz, who represented the Order, disappeared strangely. His adjutant Thassarian refused to announce where his Lord had gone. The human death knight only told the great warlock and the demon Hunter, don't worry, wait patiently, Lord Kurtaz will be back soon.

So where is that dwarf?

The answer is simple, he is in Xoros!

The operation arranged by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency was entrusted by the Orderer. No one knows what kind of deal the two parties reached, but in order to ask the Dark Blade agents to help, the Orderer must have suffered a lot this time.

Since it was determined in advance that the retreat of the agents would require the Death Knights of the Order to come to support them, so at the end of the Battle of Niscala, Lord Kurtaz secretly rushed to Xo with nearly a thousand elite death knights. North.

Before these death knights cross the portal, they are ready to fight to the death. Maybe there will be endless demons waiting for them on the other side of the portal. Maybe the dark blade agents failed. traps laid, but they must pass! It's part of the deal.

However, when Lord Kurtaz, who was carrying a warhammer, was the first to step through the portal and arrive at the preset pick-up location, he saw a city shrouded in a blue mist.

This is obviously a city of demons, cast in steel and black rock, dotted with corrupt and dark spiers everywhere, and there is a statue of the first lord of the dreadlord standing in the city square, but this should be full of demons The city is now completely silent, and the faint blue fog of death covers every part of the city, every street, every alley, and the visibility is even less than 1 meter.

The dwarf death knight felt the aura of the Darkblade agents in front of him. He steered the death horse forward, but after taking the first step, the horse kicked a corpse. Kurtaz lowered his head and saw the ghost The demon's corpse, this coquettish and beautiful female demon fell to the ground in a prostrate posture, her hands tightly strangled her throat, and the panic before death still remained on that beautiful face.

It seemed that an invisible ghost had taken away her fallen life. In those dead eyes, the scalp of a person struggling to see before death was numb.

Her body is still intact, without any trauma, but she has no soul, and all the heat of life has been taken away by the fog of death. There is even a thin layer of frost hanging on the corpse. The dwarf waved his hand , the biting cold wind rushed out of his hands, dispelling the blue mist in front of his eyes, and the dwarf's heart skipped a beat when it entered his eyes.

On the wide avenue in front of you, there are all over the corpses of demons, from the weakest demon imp, to the tall and terrifying destroyer, to the higher-level angry guards, they are all dead, silently, from Judging from the positions where the corpses fell, the dwarf death knight could clearly imagine the fear and panic of these demons when they were swept by silent death without warning.

They rushed out of their residences, not knowing where they were going, struggling crazily to resist, but they couldn't even see who the enemy was, and in the end they could only meet the cold death in loneliness and desolation in the fog of death. Embrace.

"crash"

Probably Kurtaz's howling wind shocked some existences in the mist. Amidst the flashes of black light and shadow, a figure suspended in mid-air, carrying a black death scythe, and wearing a tattered gray cloak all over his body. "Reaper" appeared in front of Kurtaz.

This strange existence tilted its head, and looked at the death knight in front of it with the dark red eyes under the hood. It seemed a little dazed, but after a moment of silence, a roar that belonged to the devil suddenly came from the other side of the street. It sounded, and the death god disappeared in front of Kurtaz in a flash as if he had heard some kind of call.

A few seconds later, a roar like a rooster with its neck cut off came from outside the mist, which seemed to represent the disappearance of another fallen life in this eternal death city.

"Is this... Tyrion coming?"

This idea floated in the mind of the dwarf death knight. As the great lord of the Order, he was very aware of Tyrion's methods, and the weird, cold, and vicious ghost of death that appeared just now was unique to Tyrion. They rarely appear in the world of Azeroth, but every time they appear, they represent the arrival of the great lord.

Behind Kurtaz, who was a little nervous, the Death Knights of the Order who passed through the portal one after another were also startled by the city of death. The expected fierce battle did not exist at all, and walking here was completely shrouded in death. In the cities of the world, they don't even need to carry weapons.

"What's going on here? Great knight!"

The high elf death knight Kuldira rode the horse and walked behind Lord Kurtaz. Looking at the cold demon corpses piled up in front of him, he whispered hesitantly:

"Did the dark blade make a move?"

"No! Not..."

The great dwarf knight shook his head, he glanced at the dancing shadows in the mist, and said:

"It's a more terrifying person who made a move. Something we don't know happened here, but don't get too deep into it, come with me!"

The dwarf gave an order, and the death knights followed him, galloping forward in the demon city full of corpses. After a few minutes, they came to the other side of the city. In a certain demon tavern, Marais She and her agents are tasting the demon wine of the demons here, and the stone slabs under their feet are full of demon corpses.

Like the corpses outside, these demons didn't have any wounds on their bodies, and the arrival of death seemed to be silent.

Kurtaz pushed open the door of the tavern. He glanced at the silent agents resting in the bar. He looked at Agent Marais who was sitting on the bar. by her side.

Kurtira also wanted to follow the dwarf, but was stopped by Kurtaz's eyes. So the remaining death knights stood guard outside the tavern, waiting for the completion of this weird transaction.

"Bah, this wine is disgusting!"

The dwarf death knight picked up a bottle of wine, took a sip, and was displeased by the smell of evil energy in it. He threw the devil wine aside in disgust, then wiped his beard, and turned to look at Marais , he whispered:

"Tyrion...I mean, the High Lord himself came into this world, right?"

"No!"

Marais told the truth:

"The great lord is very busy, he doesn't have time to come here, he sent an "envoy", that's all, don't ask more questions, I can't answer you, this is discipline!"

"All right."

The dwarf didn't say anything, he untied his flagon from his waist, poured two glasses of pure undead ale for himself and Marais, which he brewed himself, and pushed the amber wine to Marais before my eyes, and said:

"It's all here, right?"

"Well, it's all there."

Marais picked up the wine glass and sniffed the fragrance of the undead ale. She pouted, and there were four boxes stacked in the corner of the bar. The senior agent said:

"There are three boxes of information, and one box contains materials. According to the agreement, I cut half of it. Anyway, the weapons you want to forge won't use that much."

"good!"

The dwarf didn't say much, he raised his glass and said to Marais:

"Happy cooperation!"

"Wait, it's not over yet."

Marais didn't clink her glasses, she looked at the dwarf, then picked up a scroll from her hand, and handed it to him:

"This is the follow-up plan. Three days later, you will come to Xoros to clean up the mess. The above means that this world should be preserved as a springboard for Azeroth to step into the stars. The Black Sickle Council should also get A new order has been issued to build a semi-permanent star gate in Xoros, and Niscala must also keep it!"

"IMHO..."

The dwarf frowned after hearing what Marais said:

"This is a bit unrealistic. The souls of the demons have returned to the Twisting Nether. It won't be long before the Burning Legion will know the news of the fall of Dreadscar Rift and Niscala. By then, they will definitely make a comeback and rely on the Dark Alliance. It is impossible to hold three places at the same time, and according to the most pessimistic view, we may not be able to hold even one."

"So it's not just you!"

The senior agent snorted:

"The specific actions are all in the scroll, I just convey the order from above, the stars are so big, you can't just rely on you to explore, the Justice League says they want to protect the world, you can't just talk about it, and those neutral organizations, wither Or, the Earthen Ring, those nasty assassins, and those crazy goblin cartel trying to make money, do you understand what we mean?"

"The era of soldiers crawling on the ground and looking up at the starry sky is over...they have to learn to step into the stars, whether they want to or not!"

Marais took a sip of the strong undead ale, coughed, and said to the dwarf:

"Your task is to guide them into this battlefield. In the words of the boss, it is to train soldiers! If the power of Azeroth is gathered, if you can't even defend these three places, then your existence will not be too great." It makes so much sense."

Lord Kurtaz was silent for a moment. Finally, he put away the scroll and nodded to Marais:

"Okay, we'll give it a try."

"try?"

The high-ranking agent looked at the undead in front of her with a mocking face. She stretched out her fingers and spun around the table. She whispered:

"It seems that you have been away from Dark Blade for too long, and you have forgotten our code of conduct."

"Do it or don't! Didn't try that option!"

"In short, I've given you something, don't let him down!"

After speaking, Marais stood up, raised the wine glass, touched the dwarf's wine glass, and said in a low voice:

"Happy cooperation!"

Darkblade agents filed out under the leadership of Marais. They will return to Azeroth directly through the rift of the dead world. Blade participated in it, as if no one knew that Dark Blade was defending Azeroth in his own way.

In the quiet Devil's Tavern, Lord Kurtaz drank the undead ale in the cup in one gulp. He stretched out his stubby fingers and opened the scroll in his hand inch by inch, looking at the framed words. After a few minutes, , the great knight shrugged:

"It's crazy..."

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"You are late!"

On the top floor of the demon fortress in Niscala, looking at the belated Lord Kurtaz, the great warlock Kel'Thuzad said very dissatisfied:

"You made us wait for you for more than an hour! Everyone's time is precious!"

"Then maybe I should say sorry?"

The dwarf pulled out the special chair, stepped on the railing and sat on the high chair to ensure that his sight line was parallel to the other two. Facing the great warlock's scolding, the death knight retorted fearlessly:

"It's been said before, and you all know why the Order came here...so don't talk about it!"

"Now, tell me, how do you plan to deal with the three battlefields in our hands?"

The dwarf lowered his eyes and said:

"Give up? Or stick to it? If you want to stick to it, what's the next plan?"

Some deep meaning in this question made the eyes of the great warlock squint. In a corner that Illidan didn't notice, Kel'Thuzad and Kurtaz looked at each other, and the two nodded slightly to each other. .

Illidan, who was kept in the dark, wiped the heavy Calamity Fist in front of him. This is the advanced form of the aldrachi warblade. After merging the power of the Aldrachi warriors, the endless potential of this war blade is released again. It looks very, very domineering. Although it has lost the form of a sharp blade, on the battlefield, Illidan is waving his fist armor, But it's also memorable.

"Illidan, what do you say?"

Grand Warlock Kel'Thuzad asked:

"Do you think we should stand firm here and fight against the demons, or give up here and withdraw all our power to the Dreadscar Rift?"

"I do not mind!"

The demon hunter was busy communicating and adjusting new weapons, so he said impatiently:

"As long as there are demons to hunt, I can be anywhere, so you decide!"

"So what do you say, Kurtaz?"

Kel'Thuzad looked at the dwarf in front of him again. The death knight hesitated for a few seconds, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I think we should defend these three battlefields! The demons will definitely counterattack. At that time, we can use this to train recruits, and at the same time make our soldiers more adapt to the fighting methods of the demons, so as to prepare for the future decisive battle." Prepare, in Azeroth, the power of demons is too weak to make warriors truly feel the threat of demons."

The death knight's words made the great warlock nodded in satisfaction, and Kel'Thuzad asked deliberately:

"But our strength is not enough! We can't defend three places at the same time..."

"We can call other people to come...other forces, those neutrals, druids, shamans and assassins, and finally those paladins and priests, we must unite them, the stars are not only ours, but also Their."

Kurtaz was like playing a double reed with Kel'Thuzad. One of them asked questions and the other answered, very fluently. While listening to the gradually formed plan, Illidan felt a little weird, but he also felt that this What the two said makes sense, and more importantly, instead of looking for and hunting demons in the stars, it is better to stay in one place and wait for the demons to come to your door.

Training!

Yes, this will be a good place for training troops!

Thus, in the harmony between Kurtaz and Kel'Thuzad, the future battle plan of the Dark Alliance was determined.

And now, there's only one problem left...

How to invite other organizations in Azeroth to come to help?