Chapter 447 18. The Cold Wind of the North

Wetlands, in a remote room in the renovated Grim Batol, the dusty Lilas Windrunner stood in the room with some anxiety.

The handsome young man looked haggard at this time. He spent a day and a night riding his own dragon eagle along the long coastline, at the fastest speed, from Quel'Thalas to the wetlands. He knew that he He did something wrong, and now, he is doing his best to make up for it.

"boom"

The door of the room was pushed open, and two silent death knights held weapons and guarded the door. Tyrion and Myra, who were wearing black trench coats, walked into the room. The moment they saw Tyrion, Lilas subconsciously He swallowed hard, and he could still see the shadow of his former "brother" from Tyrion's face, but those ice blue eyes broke all his fantasies about Tyrion.

This reminded him that the "relative" in front of him had changed, and was no longer the simple and somewhat melancholy Tyrion.

Compared with Lilas' silence and bewilderment, Tyrion stepped forward uncharacteristically, stretched out his hands, and hugged his younger brother in his arms, just like the countless parting and reunion in Windrunner Manor. It's the same again, but this hug can no longer make Lilas feel warm.

"Lilas, my dear brother, we haven't seen each other for almost 10 years?"

He let go of Lilas, looked at the young man in front of him with a scrutiny, then patted his shoulder, and said to Myra behind him:

"Look, Myra, the one-time kid has grown up, look in his eyes, just like my mother and Aurelia."

"Well, it looks like an adult."

Myra meaningfully looked at the restless Liras with his blood red eyes, and said softly:

"But it's not clear whether the mind has grown up."

This sentence made Lilas even more uneasy, but Tyrion didn't go into it, but took a step back and sat on the chair in the room. He looked at Lilas with a smile in his ice blue eyes, but There is no trace of emotion in the eyes:

"Tell me, my brother, what trouble have you caused? As far as I know, when my relatives are living happily, they never take the initiative to think of me..."

"I..."

Lilas was stared directly at Tyrion. He was a little nervous, very nervous... It was like when he did something wrong when he was a child and was confronted by a strict mother. At that time, there were Tyrion and Aurelia Speak for him, but now, no one speaks for him anymore.

"Hey, young man, don't be nervous, we are all very talkative people, you still call your majesty brother, you are relatives."

Myra took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet on one side, opened it, poured the cold liquid into the glass, and then handed the glass to Liras. Myra folded her arms and leaned against the wall on one side. whispered:

"So don't be nervous, we won't eat you, speak slowly, don't miss even one thing."

"Fu"

Lilas took a sip of wine, then took a long breath, he looked at Tyrion in front of him, he spoke slowly, and said:

"2 weeks ago..."

Lilas's confession didn't take long, less than 5 minutes passed until he finished telling everything he knew, and Tyrion turned his head and looked at Myra, he saw the worry in Myra's eyes .

The Quel'Thalas sunwell was captured by the dark warlocks of the Dark Blade Legion immediately after the abnormal vibration this morning. Together with the guards who escorted Aurelia to Quel'Thalas, they were captured at the end of Banti Raynor. Under the suppression of the world, he lost contact with the legion. The combination of all this has already given Tyrion a bad feeling in his heart.

In addition, at midnight last night, the connection between his heart and Aurelia was suddenly cut off. In fact, even if Lilas didn't come today, the rescue team that Tyrion had already prepared would set off immediately... and Lila The arrival of Si just verified the worst result.

"I knew that she shouldn't be allowed to go back alone. I should go back with her."

Tyrion said something, only to have Myra retort:

"It's not your fault, Tyrion, it's impossible for you to go back with Alleria, as long as you appear in the northern border, the entire Quel'Thalas and the human empire will go crazy... Alleria just I don’t want to spoil your plan, now that something has happened, how to deal with it is the most important thing.”

"Company B and the Blood Council, which are best at infiltrating, are fully prepared."

Myra said to Tyrion:

"As long as you give an order, we can rush to Quel'Thalas immediately. Their purpose of arresting Alleria is very simple, to force you to negotiate with them, so you'd better not show up until we get the results." In front of their eyes, prevent them from using Aurelia to make some articles."

"I'll kill them all with my own hands, Myra...every one!"

Tyrion stood up and walked to the window of this room. He looked at the dim halo outside the window, and said softly:

"I will hang them on the walls of Silvermoon City, let them see with their own eyes the order of Quel'Thalas being destroyed by us, let them see with their own eyes their worst fears happen, let them see with their own eyes When it is over, until the dawn of the new world awakens, I will mercifully slit their throats, and I will allow them to go to hell...I swear!"

Tyrion's voice is not intense, compared to swearing, which requires a strong emotional collision, his voice is calm, as if he is talking about something that has nothing to do with him, but the more so, in Behind him, the fear in Lilas' heart was magnified more and more.

He is calm enough because he never takes the lives of those who hurt his closest relatives into his eyes, and this kind of tranquility means that a tragic war is about to begin for the Quel'Thalas executives.

"You're not enough, Myra, and as much as I hate it, maybe it's time."

After a few minutes, Tyrion seemed to have made up his mind. Looking back at the Blood Lord, he said:

"Don't care about the garrison of Quel'Thalas, there will be endless undead to deal with them. Your task is to find the place where my wife and relatives are being held, and unite with Cordana's troops who stay there. Once the war starts , you must rescue them intact as soon as possible."

"But our army was blocked by Lothar on the Arathi Highlands!"

Myra asked suspiciously:

"What are you going to do? Take the battle group to bypass Arathi and land in the east of Quel'Thalas? When the Banti Raynor barrier is opened, the low-level undead who enter it will be suppressed to the limit. It is difficult for us to Break through their army formation head-on, and the human empire also has a part of the army in Eagle's Nest Mountain... Now that the Wildhammer Highlands have been re-occupied by dragons, it is not so easy to bypass them."

"This world is not just an undead of Dark Blade."

Tyrion closed his eyes and said meaningfully:

"Silvermoon City fears that we will invade Quel'Thalas from the south, but they will never expect that the real fatal blow will strike from behind. While not affecting the big plan, me and my "old man" Friends "could make some slight adjustments."

"The great men of Quel'Thalas have earned it for themselves...let them enjoy it."

After finishing speaking, Tyrion's eyes fell on Lilas, he looked at the blood left by his mother, and he said softly:

"You did something wrong, Lilas, I'm glad to see that you realize your mistake, but as a man, you have to bear the consequences yourself if you do something wrong, you have to return to Quel'Thalas with Myra, You have to rescue my wife, your sister... After that, whether to forgive you is their business."

"Are you willing to do this?"

Faced with this question, Lilas didn't hesitate too much, he stood up and nodded.

"I do!"

"Very well, this is the responsibility that a man of the Windrunner family should have! You finally did not disappoint me."

Tyrion nodded to Lilas, and walked out of the room. Myra followed him, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"If we're going to infiltrate Quel'Thalas, maybe there's someone we can use...Alex Aznab Fireblade, my former companion in the Knights of the Silver Hand, he was once the Sunstrider One of the guards of the royal court is very familiar with the defense of Silvermoon City, and his own situation is also very special, with strong combat effectiveness, and will not be suppressed by Banti Renoir's defense line."

"I remember that Lumi implanted several fragments of the death naaru in his body... almost killed him, and also caused some mutations in his holy light."

Tyrion frowned:

"Are you sure he's credible?"

"Uh, how should I put it, it was just an accident. I thought he was hopeless, but the Blightcaller cured him. He accepted the reality, but he became a little crazy. As for whether it is credible or not, he is He will prove himself on the battlefield."

"Since you insist, then take him. If he is untrustworthy, kill him."

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At the same time that the wind and clouds in the southern border of the eastern continent were gathering, in the remote and quiet north of Northrend, in the deepest part of this continent covered with snow and cold, in the center of that huge ice floe connected to the entire continental shelf , a strange black tower has stood in the center of the barren ice field.

There is nothing on this ice field, even the toughest beasts cannot survive on this desolate land, only one walking creature exists here, that is endless creatures awakened from the tombs under the cold earth. undead.

This is also a land where peeping is forbidden. On the outskirts of the Borean Tundra separated by a mountain, the Draenei tried again and again to establish an outpost on the mountain, but every time they tried, they retreated under the extremely harsh natural environment. The periphery of the ice field is shrouded in deadly cold storms and snow all the time, often just overnight, the draenei spacecraft will be completely submerged by the thick snow.

Spaceships made of steel may not be afraid of this kind of cold, but the strong physique of the draenei itself cannot withstand the devastation of this absolute life forbidden area, so even now, the draenei people live in the Borean tundra A few years later, they were still in the dark about the situation on the other side of the snow-capped mountain, and the most terrible thing was that the city built by the Draenei seemed to be targeted by the Naga under the deep sea.

Recently, the Draenei people's attention has been attracted to the seaside, busy fighting against the endless naga and sea beasts gushing out from under the sea.

Under such circumstances, even if the Prophet wanted to support the war in northern Xinjiang, he could only do so intentionally but without power.

And in the center of the wasteland, on top of the black, spiky, and dark tower, the ruler who rules over all the undead in the entire Northland is setting himself on the solid ice. The nearly infinite thinking spreads to every corner of the world, and under the influence of its power, those undead will be inspired by the invisible and invisible dark force to stand up again.

Moreover, it has a new name, a new name that is more impressive than Ner'zhul's common name...they call it respectfully, the Lich King!

Its own strength may be weak, but the undead surrendered to it have spread all over the Northland and Northrend in the time ignored by the civilized world. The vrykul were awakened by this power, and the Lich King promised them new powers, so the vrykul joined this increasingly powerful dark army.

There are also nerubians who hide under the frozen soil and build an entire underground dynasty in the dark. Their worm-like bodies are full of terrifying power and tenacious will. They reject the lich. So the Lich King sent an undead army to fight against them underground. After several years of conquest, the king of nerubians and the most powerful crypt lord, Anub'arak, also fell to the tireless undead attack. under.

Thus, the nerubian dynasty of Nerub was reborn in the deep death and darkness, and became a powerful warrior of the Lich King.

And...there are those giant dragon bones that were abandoned in the Dragon Bone Wilderness. In the cycle of life and death for tens of millions of years, the number of dragon bones accumulated on this plain has reached a terrifying number. In this respect, the witch The demon king is luckier than Tyrion, it only needs to stretch out its hand, and it can easily form its own army of bone dragons!

There is also a new kind of creation, which combines undead magic and the ancient structures of the nerubians. The Lich King used his evil wisdom to create an invincible army of structures that do not understand fear and retreat... Gargoyle, a life of rock structure that is endowed with a soul and can be manufactured on a large scale.

The Undead Scourge of the Lich King has taken shape. Its army has swept across Northrend. Even the most stubborn frost trolls are constantly retreating under the attack of the undead, giving up a large area of ​​land to the Undead Scourge. Easily ruled a whole continent, but it is not happy.

Because it knows very well that it is just a slave... the slave of the demons, the vanguard of the demons, the dog of the demons... This makes the Lich King very unhappy, but it is not in a hurry, even in the consciousness that covers the world Hearing the "request" from that familiar "old friend", it was not in a hurry.

It is like a seasoned hunter, waiting...

Soon, soon it will break through the last shackles, and soon, it will be able to repay those arrogant guys with double the disasters that happened to itself.

It is waiting as always... full of anticipation, and patiently, without saying a word, playing the role of its own loyal vanguard, waiting for the opportunity to personally stab the sword into the heart of the conspirator.

Maybe, that would make its weary soul feel...happy.