Chapter 421 35. Elegy. Heavy Duty (Part 2)

"He is now on the Northrend continent in the North, and under the control of the demons, he has established his undead forces."

In a mansion in Midnight Garden in Stormwind City, the death lords who could arrive here sat in rows on chairs. In front of them, Tyrion was telling the latest story of Ner'zhul calmly.

And below, the lords sitting on the chairs all stared wide-eyed, or showed a surprised face.

It's not their fault, the situation between Tyrion and Ner'zhul is buried too deep, so deep that no reasonable undead dare to think about it.

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

Grand Lich Khadgar rubbed his chin and asked softly:

"It means that the demons are coming? Come here? Come to Azeroth? Also, does their arrival have anything to do with our appearance?"

"The demons will come sooner or later. Regardless of whether the Dark Blade is there or not, the Crusade of the Burning Worlds will not stop, at least it will not stop until all worlds with star souls exist. Azeroth is indeed special, but in the Burning Crusade It’s not too special in our journey.”

Tyrion spread his arms, looking at the different eyes of the death lords below, he said:

"According to the news sent by Ner'zhul's adventures, the patience of the demons has been exhausted, especially the great demon hidden in the twisting void. Kazak's failure in the world of Draenor has pushed the legion's footsteps, Akmon Germany cannot accept a humiliating defeat, and he urgently needs a grand victory to prove himself to the Dark Titan."

"The vanguard of the Northland legion, the undead Scourge under Ner'zhul's command has begun to prepare to invade the eastern continent from the north. They want to obtain important materials that can directly open the portal across the stars in Azeroth, so as to directly tear the space wall. To put Archimonde and his Burning Army into this world, when the portal opens, when Archimonde appears, that is our chance."

"oh..."

Luminas made a nasal sound of realization, she put her hand on her chin, and said softly:

"So you put our legion on standby at Arathi Highlands, because you know that the human empire is about to face another undead army coming from behind, and they will help us destroy the last resistance of human beings... Wait, you I missed a very important point, are Ner'zhul's undead Scourge and us on the side?"

"Lumi's question is very important. Who is the friend? Who is the enemy... This is directly related to the trend of the war."

It was the first time for Danas Trollbane to participate in the Death Lords Council. He looked at Tyrion with piercing eyes, and asked in a deep voice:

"Will you let a group of undead who have no bottom line and no rules completely destroy Beijiang?"

"Well, that's a good question."

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

"When facing the demon, we are undoubtedly on the same side, but I can't figure out Ner'zhul's mind. Maybe after we work together to kill the demon, the two sides will fight immediately. The enemy's enemy, no They must be friends, but no matter how this matter develops, the order in northern Xinjiang will inevitably fall apart after this battle, and this is the only future I can be sure of."

"That's nothing to say."

Danas stood up and patted the dust that didn't exist on his body. He looked at Tyrion, with a flash of firmness in his blue eyes:

"Give me the command of all 13 battle groups, and within 6 months, I will conquer the entire northern border for you... Instead of watching humans being tortured by crazy demons and real undead monsters to swallow their last breath It’s better to hand over their future to you.”

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

"At least you still have a bottom line."

"Don't be so anxious, Danas."

Looking at the undead general who had changed from laziness to activeness, Tyrion's eyes flashed with amusement. He waved his hand and motioned Danas to sit down. He said softly:

"For this matter, I have my own plan, and it is already being implemented. The most important thing is that this will be the most terrible crisis that the human empire has faced. Under the three-way offensive, I have always been curious, this ultimate What kind of future will the weight of pressure cause to breed, if they get through it, it proves that they still have a future to speak of, if they can't get through it, then I will give them my future."

"Humans must abandon all their weaknesses and start fighting purely for survival, and this battle will also determine the outcome of the human empire."

"And, what kind of opponent do you think we are facing?"

Tyrion set his sights on Danas, and he emphasized his tone:

"In the world of Draenor, facing a vanguard of the Burning Legion, the Dark Blade Knights paid two-thirds of the low-level undead and one-third of the high-level undead to die in battle under the absolute advantage of the terrain. Kan won the victory, the impact of that battle on us has not been fully recovered to this day, do you think that we and Ner'zhul alone can defeat the army of demons?"

"Don't be naive! In this upcoming war game, you, me, Ner'zhul, and the human emperor are just pawns. None of us have the qualifications and abilities to dominate the game. For the final victory, I must save every useful power... As for human beings, I will help them when they are about to perish, 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! That's a demon that even you are afraid of and another undead that is purely for destruction. They don't care about civilian casualties, and they don't restrain themselves. They will do everything possible to extinguish the fire of resistance in front of them." , to achieve the goal in all ways, judging from the strength of the current human empire, in such a pinch, they can't win at all!"

Danas gritted his teeth and retorted:

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

"so what?"

This time it was not Tyrion who refuted Danas, but the veteran death lord Glokush sitting in the front row. The orc stood up and stared at Danas with indifferent eyes:

"When a disaster strikes, everyone should use all their strength to resist, hoping to get the final salvation, just like a drowning person, those who don't know how to save themselves will only drag the rescuer into the cold abyss, Dana Si, you are not a 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 desperation, then why and why should we lend a helping hand? In your eyes, does Dark Blade come to this world to do good?"

"But...but you promised, what you want to build is a better world!"

Danas was furious, he shouted loudly:

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

"I promised."

Tyrion said calmly:

"When they show their value, 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 Dark Blade King: "You want to convince me to sit back and watch my former brother fall into hell, then you'd better give me a reason that can convince me, I want to see your actions!"

"Then why do you think I would place hundreds of thousands of werewolves in the Silver Pine Forest surrounded by three sides when it was already exposed?"

The voice of the Dark Blade King also increased a few degrees:

"Have you fed your outstanding military talents to the dogs? Danas, can you not see why those werewolves were left there? When they are in a desperate situation, those werewolves will fight for them to finally move to the The time for the dark blade defense zone...the premise is that they can last until then, and are willing to accept the new order of the dark blade."

Danas moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, under the indifferent gaze of the other lords, he seemed to have lost all his strength, and slumped on the chair. Tyrion arranged everything clearly In vain, he also knew why he made such a decision.

At the moment when human civilization is about to be destroyed, under the oppression of double disasters, they will truly see the meaning of the dark blade. At that time, as long as the dark blade opens its arms, those forced desperate living can only into Tyrion's arms.

This is his real strategy. In contrast... in the face of pure evil, the cruel order represented by the Dark Blade is the perfect destination.

He is waiting for a suitable time, and then let the cruel reality force human beings to make a final choice. The most important thing is that it will be a voluntary choice. Once human beings choose this path, all resistance, all their insistence Everything will be reduced to nothing, they will become a member of Tyrion's new order, and the originally independent human civilization will be destroyed in a true sense.

No wonder Tyrion didn't show much interest in the capture of northern Xinjiang. This conspirator, he must have known everything that would happen a long time ago, and he has been waiting for this to happen!

But the most tragic problem is here. Even if Danas has insight into everything, he still has to admit that, under the comparison of the three parties, if the human empire cannot survive, then the dark blade...maybe it is really their last The perfect home.

"Think of the good, my general."

Tyrion said softly:

"Maybe the human empire you miss can survive? Maybe they will suddenly realize that they will 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 bite The teeth persist until the victory of the empire...they will truly break the barriers of race and culture, truly realize the great unity in all senses, and bring out all the power within themselves."

"If they can do all this, maybe they still have hope... What? Don't you think that your former compatriots can't do it?"

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

"Don't be like this...give them a little confidence, just like me, always have "confidence" in them."

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"Boom, boom, boom"

The artillery of the undead lined up in front of the fortress in front of Stromgarde on the Arathi Highlands, throwing scorching shells into the fortress in front of it with a frequency that was so frequent that it reminded people of migrating birds.

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

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

The soldiers hid in the deepest part of the fort and whispered, their faces full of panic. On such a crazy battlefield where the battle broke out suddenly and bullets rained down like rain, after the sky was completely controlled by the necromancer arakkoa, the reinforcements of Stromgarde wanted to rush out to support Can't do it.

"Are those undead crazy?"

Lothar stood on the wall of Stromgarde, looking at the defense fort on the distant plain that was completely covered by artillery fire. His fingers were tightly clasped on the hilt of his sword. Beside him, the man who escaped from the failure of Wildhammer Heights by chance Marshal Gathelis still had a bandage on his forehead, and he used binoculars to observe the movement ahead all the time.

"With the frequency of this bombardment, their shells will soon run out, or is this a new tactic?"

Gaselis asked in a low voice, but Lothar didn't answer right away. Seeing the frequency of shelling gradually decrease, and the walls of the fortress of the defense line were already cruel, the undead behind were surging forward like a black tide. A human emperor gritted his teeth and said:

"Obviously, the commanders of the undead have lost patience with the fortified defense. They want to tell us in this way that the castle can't protect us... Now, let the cavalry rush out, that part of the fortress can't be kept, but at least Bring back our soldiers!"

"yes!"

The messenger rushed down the city wall in a hurry, and a moment later, the gate of Stromgarde opened slowly. A heavy cavalry rode their horses and rushed all the way down the high slope of the castle. When they saw the arrival of reinforcements, the morale that had been slack was restored, and they gritted their teeth and started a counterattack.

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

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

"Griffin Rider, take to the air, and blow up those forts!"

The commander's angry voice wafted on the city wall. Facing the airspace completely blocked by the arakkoa, taking the risk to blow up the undead artillery line at this time was undoubtedly an act of death, but the brave Wildhammer knights did not resist Anyone can clearly see the anxiety of the 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 a cruel death trap.

And the undead... how could those unemotional guys care about accidental injury on their own side?

"Light! There's light over there!"

Before the Griffin Knights who had just lifted off flew away from the castle, their leader pointed at the undead line behind and shouted. The next moment, the commanders standing on the city wall also saw the floating golden light, as if It is like a wave of holy light suddenly surging behind the black tide.

"Reinforcements? No! No!"

Lothar's eyes widened. Under the blessing of the mage's eagle eye, he clearly saw a sudden appearance of a paladin army, stabbing fiercely into the rear of the undead front like a sharp knife, and those dead were caught off guard. , They steered their horses past the undead artillery line, and threw bundles of alchemy bombs into that position.

And the leader, the paladin wearing simple silver-white armor, with his blond hair, and his slashing movements with his sword, made Lothar rub his eyes.

"Turalyon! Why is he here?"