Chapter 614 30. "Holy City"

Under the night, Tyrion calmly looked at the three things in front of his eyes.

A frozen head of an orc, a severed head of an ogre, and a sewn-up human corpse.

This was the spoils of the Wildhammer Highlands war against the cultists, and was sent to Stormwind City by the blood lord of Syndra as the last "relic" of the Twilight's Hammer church in the eastern continent.

While the great lord was receiving the loot, tens of thousands of captive cultists were being sent to various parts of the mainland in batches, including mines, city ruins, and some of them would be sent directly to the Syndra elves. In the magic laboratory of Lordaeron City, it is used as a test object to observe the tidal changes of fel magic power and its influence on biological signs.

And these captives are lucky to some extent, they better still have a life, in the Twilight Fortress that has been completely burned, tens of thousands of corpses have already been contaminated with shadows. The citadel of energy was burned together, and the tower of ashes will still stand on the wasteland of the Wildhammer Heights, as a symbol of the Federation's punishment for evil.

And the Twilight's Hammer... the most prosperous cult in the Eastern Continent was completely defeated overnight, and became a record node buried in history that no one paid attention to.

Tyrion picked up the frozen head of the orc. He looked at the eyes of the orc in the ice. There was still a touch of fear before death in those chaotic eyes. The great lord could clearly feel that a The soul howling in pain is being restrained in this head. This is probably the special magical effect of the Syndra elves. In short, this head from the leader of the Twilight's Hammer may be made into a high-level evil spirit weapon .

"He said he was called Shadow Burner."

Tyrion put the head to his ear and listened for a moment, then raised his head, looked at the human death knight standing in front of the desk, and said softly:

"He's begging for mercy... I thought cultists were not afraid of death."

"They're just a bunch of bullying bastards."

Thassarian, who came to Stormwind City as a messenger, said to the high lord neither humble nor overbearing:

"We have fulfilled your request, Great Lord of Dark Blade, it is time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Finish?"

Tyrion playfully threw the orc's skull on the table, he looked at the remaining two things, he looked at the ogre's head, then shook his head:

"You chopped off one of Cho'gall's heads, but he has another... You let him go!"

"You killed Benedictus' body, but he still has a soul...you still let him go!"

"You only brought back the weakest Shadowburner...but what use is it for me to have such a weak soul?"

The high lord's fingers tapped on the table, and amidst the muffled sound, Tyrion's expression became cold:

"Go back and tell Kurtaz and Dathrohan, this level of mission completion will only show me how weak and unbearable you are! The souls of Cho'gall and the Twilight Prophet are what I want...I want to get Return the souls of Al and Aznab, let me continue to hunt Cho'gall and Benedictus, next time... next time, use these junk to fool me..."

"this!"

Thassarian couldn't accept Tyrion's theory, he couldn't help but took a step forward, he stared at the high lord:

"This is different from what I said before!"

"boom"

Tyrion slapped his palm on the table, he stood up, leaned forward, stared at the Order Death Knight in front of him with his icy blue eyes, and said word by word:

"It was promised to destroy the Twilight's Hammer...but did you do it?"

"The two main leaders have escaped! You have failed shamefully! You have not fulfilled your promise! Traitors! Perhaps, I should give you a little "lesson" and let you learn what is superior and inferior!"

Under Tyrion's heavy pressure, Thassarian couldn't help taking a step back, his fists clenched, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"But we routed the cultists in Wildhammer Heights... and captured tens of thousands of them! We won! We defeated them!"

"So...that's why you're still alive!"

Tyrion waved his hand casually, and he said indifferently:

"In Dark Blade's system, a plan is a plan. Once a plan is made, it must be 100% completed. You have only completed 50% of the ultimate goal of the extermination plan, so I will only give you 50% of the "return"... That's the fate of you traitors..."

The great lord leaned back, leaned back on his chair, casually picked up the tobacco on one side, lit it, and when the strange aroma and smoke spread out, behind the smoke, a smudge appeared on his hazy face. The cold light flashed away.

"You earned your life back, but if you want more then you have to keep trying."

"Go, hounds of the Order, continue to hunt your own goals for the sake of "world order". If you do well enough, I don't mind giving you two "bones". I have always been generous."

Thassarian really wanted to rush up, grab Tyrion's collar, and slap the shameless high lord twice, but he was sure that as long as he dared to take a step, he wouldn't even need Tyrion to do anything. He would die on the spot... The strange power of the blood lords of Syndra that he saw that night is still fresh in his memory.

After struggling for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth, nodded slightly towards Tyrion, and then turned to leave. The moment Thassarian walked to the door, Tyrion's voice sounded again:

"Your name is... Thassarian, isn't it?"

"I can see from your heart that you long to be a good soldier. However, you are not a good soldier yet, but I see some kind of potential in you, so as long as you are willing, the gate of the dark blade can be opened at any time." open for you."

"I do not need!"

Thassarian dropped a word bluntly, then pushed open the door, and quickly disappeared into the Midnight Garden in Stormwind City. Looking at Thassarian's disappearing back, Tyrion shook his head, his gaze fell to On the head of the ogre Cugall and the body of Benedictus on the ground in front of him, there is no soul in these two things, they are just simple dead things.

Perhaps in the eyes of the psychics, this is a very precious material, but in the eyes of Tyrion, this thing is meaningless.

"hum"

The first lord of the Syndra elves, Mordant Eternal Shadow, stepped out of the bloody shadow. He held a gorgeous purple box in both hands, and respectfully placed it on Tyrion's On the table.

"Powerful and benevolent lord, this is the spoils from the Syndra elves!"

Tyrion glanced at the respectful Mordant, he stretched out his hand, and opened the box. Among the luxurious velvet inside the box, there was a handful of purple ones dotted with corrupted wings and spikes, exuding a strange The breathy one-handed warhammer is placed in it. When the sunlight outside the window hits the surface of the warhammer, the light seems to be absorbed by the warhammer. Around the warhammer, circles of dark halos are formed. See It looks really mysterious.

The shape of this thing is not a popular style in Azeroth or Draenor. When he saw it for the first time, Tyrion subconsciously thought of the Dark Empire Blade held by the Archbishop of Chaldea.

There should be some kind of connection between these two weapons, and the most important thing is that the war hammer in front of him is just empty. Tyrion's fingers touched the cold handle of the war hammer, and he could feel that the war hammer The efficiency of energy transmission is amazing, but unfortunately, it has not been infused with the most important essence of power.

But its material and forging method are unquestionable. This is a mold that may become a legendary weapon.

"We found this weapon in the flame altar in the deepest part of the Twilight Fortress. It is said that this is the leader of the Twilight's Hammer, the ogre Cho'gall, used the metal collected in the abyss to make a weapon for himself. He Originally intended to use it to carry the power of the evil god, but before he could act, he and his followers were defeated by your power."

Modant Yongying was a polymath among the Syndra elves before he became Salain. He began to study magic creations since the time of the elves empire. He has a very profound understanding of these strange things. At this time, This Salin of Syndra is introducing the original embryo of this captured legendary weapon to the high lord.

"Cho'gall called it the Twilight's Hammer, a weapon that that crazy ogre thought would bring about the end of the world...but that's obviously just a crazy figment, but that doesn't mean it's Despite the weakness of the weapon, in fact, as long as it is used properly, it can still become an amazingly powerful..."

"No."

Tyrion interrupted Mordant's narration. He put the hammer back in the box, and then pushed the box back to the Evershadow. He said:

"The Syndra elves are already a member of the civilization officially recognized by the Federation. Your actions are led by the Federation and have nothing to do with the Dark Blade. Everything you capture should belong to you, not me... This is not my glory, Eternal Shadow, this is the glory of you and your people, earned with your own hands."

"I, cannot accept this gift."

The high lord reached out and patted the shoulder of the blood lord Syndra, and said:

"Moreover, my subordinates took away the holy sword Quel'Sera that you have passed down from generation to generation. This original weapon embryo is my compensation to you. You can keep it, or remake it into the weapon form you need. ..Of course, if possible, I hope to order a special weapon for one of my..."friends" with the help of Syndra's excellent skills in magical creation."

"A magic wand that can be powered by any energy. Its shape should not be too big. You can think of it as a gift from me to the children, but I require that its power must meet the standard, and it is best to achieve energy transformation... the wand The emitted energy is solidified into holy light or arcane spells, plus several spells of exorcism, I know this is a bit much to ask, but can you do it?"

Modante Yongying looked at the back of the great lord. After a few seconds, he put away the wooden box on the table, and said in a deep voice:

"Of course...my people and I will come up with works that satisfy you."

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"Wow, wow"

The sound of sea water beating the hull was transmitted through the thick hull to the merchant ship that was constantly shaking in the storm. In the dark cabin, the messy piles of goods exuded a very unpleasant smell. These wooden boxes are stacked together in a mess, like a complex maze reorganized in the small cabin.

At the end of the swaying shadow of the stacked boxes, on a pile of tattered straw mats, a huge guy was lying in the shadow, as if dead, but occasionally bleed out from the twitching wound on his neck. The purple blood proved that this guy was still alive, only weak and in pain.

This is Cho'gall, leader of the Twilight's Hammer, a wise and insane two-headed ogre wizard, a master of the dangerous powers of the void, and a lucky narrow escape from a siege.

Of his two iconic heads, only the right head is left, which is "Gu", and the left head representing the consciousness of "Gal" has disappeared. On that neck, in the bloody wound, there is a bulging The sarcoma of the sac is weakly expanding in his breath, it looks like some kind of hideous new organ is being born.

In the siege of 2 death lords, more than 200 high-level knights and 13 blood lords, Cho'gall was able to escape with a life, which has proved his strength. Although he looks embarrassed now, for believers in the ancient gods In other words, the regeneration of flesh and blood is nothing more than a simple "blessing". It only takes more than ten days of cultivation, and Cho'gall's severed head will be restored.

However, after the Twilight's Hammer in the Eastern Continent was completely destroyed, Cho'gall was facing a terrible dilemma... The federal civilization's tough control over the bottom of society has already represented the failure of the Twilight's Hammer's development in the Eastern Continent. He must move his position.

Go to Kalimdor... there should be enough disciples waiting for him to discover.

But at this time, there was a faint murmur in Cugall's soul. It seemed to be another soul that was completely incompatible with this body, as if it was temporarily "living" here.

"Gugall, where are you taking me?"

The weak soul asked, and Choogall, who was tortured by physical pain, responded impatiently:

"Shut up, Benedictus... Put your little thoughts away, we failed, but it doesn't matter, we've got what we need..."

Losing another head, Cho'gall's voice is no longer accentuated, which makes the ogre feel very uncomfortable, so he doesn't want to talk much now, he said in a bad tone:

"I will take you to the Holy City of the Twilight's Hammer...those we have been planning, this failure has proved that a stable civilized world is not what we need, only war can bring chaos, and only Chaos is the soil we grow in."

"Order, bah! What a disgusting word."