Chapter 704 24. New Allies --- Adding More Brothers 【6/10】
Chapter 704 24. New Allies --- Add More Brothers [610]
Tyrion and Velen don't have any bloody feud.
The two have cooperated in the past, so it is definitely not out of personal grievances that he instructs the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency to plan the "Fall of the Prophet" operation. To be precise, there are two reasons for the birth of this action.
First, Velen has what he desperately needs, three spaceships that can navigate the stars and store all the star maps from Draenor to the world of Argus.
The engineering technology in the Black Iron District is indeed the most developed in the entire Azeroth, but only relying on the natural development of this civilization, relying on those engineers to create spaceships that can enter the stars and make long-distance space jumps, at least it takes Hundreds of years... the tech tree is not so easy to climb, especially the tech tree of this magical age.
And the war with the Legion has entered a new era. According to the news Tyrion got from some sources, maybe after a few years, the main force of the Burning Legion from 33 star fields will gather in Mardun, and then Launch the final assault on Azeroth.
In ground combat, under the cover of the power of the realm of death, the Dark Blade Legion is not afraid of demons, but in air combat, Dark Blade lags behind the Legion too much.
Tyrion must seize all the time to fill this vacancy. Of course, he can also launch a war against the Draenei in the name of nobleness, but the focus of the Dark Blade strategy is still on the realm of death, and Tyrion can't tell the difference. More power to deal with the draenei, what's more, the high lord does not want the draenei civilization to disappear.
So he's going another way.
The second is Velen himself.
In the entire Azeroth, the life most favored by the Holy Light belongs to the prophet Velen. The power of the Holy Light he possesses is enough to confront the current Tyrion head-on. Falling into death, once accepting the power of death, the highest-end combat power of the Dark Blade Legion will instantly expand to a terrifying level.
As for the great integration strategy between the realm of death, Tyrion urgently needs a helper who can confront Hela or Bwonsamdi head-on. Velen is the most suitable one.
And there is one last official reason... The Forgotten Kings' assessment of the Draenei civilization has been completed. This civilization is too dependent on the prophet Velen's observation of the future. At that time, the Draenei escaped countless disasters, but now, they are already part of the Azeroth civilization system, and they should be integrated into this system.
It is a pity that due to the existence of Velen, the Draenei basically maintain goodwill towards the empire and the federal civilization, but like a neutral person, they are unwilling to favor either side. This is what the Forgotten Kings do not want to see, Velen The existence of the Draenei has a profound impact on the future of the Draenei civilization. If they cannot get rid of the influence of the Prophet, the Draenei will never be able to truly integrate into the Azeroth civilization.
Putting the above three points together, the "Fall of the Prophet" action was submitted to the high lord. Tyrion agreed to this action without thinking too long, and the tyrant Velhari, her appearance was just an accident. Riel recognized this former high-ranking garrison officer on the battlefield. I am afraid that her soul has already been collected by the high lord and sold to others.
But in any case, Velhari's hatred for Velen made her very suitable to join the "Fall of the Prophet" operation, and her familiarity with the Burning Legion also made her occupy a very important position in this plan.
"Then, that's all for the preliminary preparations."
The shadow said to the high lord: "We will prepare all the resources needed for the operation within 4-6 months. After the disciplinary war against the night elves is over, we can launch the "Fall of the Prophet" operation. If If all goes well, the operation will end within a month."
"Well, let's go and do it."
Tyrion waved his hand, and Shadow turned away with Agent Vihari, who was full of ambitions, and just as they were about to walk into the elevator, Tyrion seemed to remember something, and he said in a hoarse voice of the dead :
"Shadow, Alleria has prepared a sumptuous dinner tonight, and invited friends from the past to have dinner together... You must come, do you hear me?"
Shadow's footsteps stopped at this moment, she was silent for a few seconds, and then let out a nasal sound.
"Um"
Vihari secretly looked at her chief. Although she couldn't see the expression of the shadow through the white mask, she could guess from the squinted eyes that the shadow should be smiling, and it looked like She is in a good mood.
That is to say, there may be some... not so legitimate relationship between my chief and that indifferent and dignified lord.
Tyrion didn't know that his new subordinate was gossiping about his love life. He was very busy. Less than 10 minutes after the shadow left, a new visitor arrived again.
That's a... well, a midget.
Master Warlock Wilfred walked out of the elevator with his demon staff, led by a death knight. This sinister and cowardly dwarf came to the Temple of Darkness for the first time. Sickle Council, but his heart is still full of fear of the terrifying Lord Darkblade. As a warlock, he understands what the Lord has done in the past ten years better than many people.
Everything would make him have nightmares at night... You see, he is an evil sorcerer who plays with demons and people's hearts, but he still can't get rid of the shackles of race, and the nervousness and timidity of the dwarf are still affecting him.
Walking on the big platform of the Dark Temple, Wilfred felt a little bit of cold, he couldn't help wrapping the black hood tightly around his body, and secretly cursed his boss Kel'Thuzad, that arrogant idiot, Probably because he was not pleasing to the eye, so he was probably sent to die.
"Are you the envoy of the Black Sickle Council?"
Tyrion leaned on the cold throne, looking down at the shivering short man, his cold gaze made Wilfred kneel on the ground, and said in a humble voice:
"Ah, great Lord Tyrion, I have brought you the answer from the Great Warlock of Kel'Thuzad..."
"explain!"
There was no change in Tyrion's eyes, and Wilfred felt the chill on the High Lord's body. He swallowed, and said Kel'Thuzad's reply in its original form:
"Kel'Thuzad said... he said... if you don't give him back his cat, he will never be able to work with the Dark Blade, uh, that's not what I want to say, Highlord, I personally feel bad about the Dark Blade The Legion admires you very much, especially your legendary stories, and other members of the Black Sickle Council are also looking forward to cooperating with Dark Blade, but our boss is such a...well, a maverick."
While speaking, the dwarf warlock raised his head and looked at Tyrion with a flattering look. He pointed to his head with his finger and said in a dwarf-specific sharp voice:
"You know, warlocks play with fel energy, and that thing is a bit stimulating to the spirit. Our boss has fallen too deep into fel energy, and his brain sometimes doesn't work well...but believe me, this is not a declaration of war, It's not..."
"Okay, dwarf!"
Tyrion interrupted Wilfred's rambling explanation. He looked at the dwarf and said softly:
"I have a deeper understanding of Kel'Thuzad than you. He wants his cat, right, so I'll give it back to him."
As he spoke, the High Lord stretched out his finger. Amidst the tearing of the space, he grabbed Mr. Bigworth in Stormwind City. In the flickering light and shadow, a fat big cat appeared in Tyrion. On the armrest of the throne, this black and white wizard cat is at least 3 circles fatter than the skinny kitten, and most importantly...
Three black and white kittens, almost exactly the same as the old Mr. Bigworth, are playing around behind Mr. Bigworth in a playful way, making immature meows. Mess up their daddy's beautiful fur.
And our Mr. Bigworth has an unlovable look on his face...
There is no doubt that these three kittens are his children, and they also have pure blood of wizard cats flowing in their bodies.
It has been several years since it was taken away from Kel'Thuzad, and Mr. Bigworth has also changed from the previous kitten to the current cat father. In the past few years, it has been Tai It is a very important part of Ryan's family. Several girls treat it as a treasure, give it the best food, and give it the best enjoyment. The result is that the wizard cat, which should be agile and dexterous, has now become a Lazy big fat cat.
In the past few years, Dornan searched hard in the two worlds, and finally found another pure-blooded wizard cat from the highborne Syndra who joined the Federation, and it happened to be a beautiful female. Mr. Gewas had an extra wife, and two rare wizard cats formed a family in the Black Temple, and they had offspring.
"Meow~"
The three kittens are not afraid of the majesty of the death of the great lord, they are like playing a game, lying on the armrest of the cold throne of the great lord, while the fat Mr. Bigworth is held in Tyrion's arms, The high lord stroked the cat's fur, and he whispered:
"Remember Kel'Thuzad?"
"Meow~"
The lazy Mr. Bigworth meowed without raising his head, which meant that he still remembered his master.
"So, would you like to go back? He obviously misses you."
These words made the indifferent Mr. Bigworth raise his head abruptly. His beautiful pupils stared at Tyrion's eyes. After confirming that the great lord was not joking, the clever wizard cat jumped Under the arm of the great lord, it squatted in front of Tyrion, like a real human being, and nodded to Tyrion.
"Meow~"
It barked again, and then looked at its three children. A trace of tenderness flashed in the eyes of this big fat cat. It tilted its head, stared at the great lord, and swept its tail on the ground.
"Meow~"
"OK, all right."
Tyrion also nodded to Mr. Bigglesworth:
"I welcome you to come back at any time. Don't forget that Miss Morty is still waiting for you here, as well as your three children. Of course, I will not prevent you from meeting. You also have the space coordinates of the Dark Temple...but I Trust me, you wouldn't share it with anyone else, would you?"
"Meow~"
Mr. Bigworth blinked meekly. The next moment, a black badge with a blue ribbon appeared on Tyrion's finger. He bent down and put the badge on Bigworth. Mr.'s neck, and then patted its head:
"Now, I appoint you as the ambassador of the Dark Blade Legion to the Black Sickle Council. You must promote the cooperation between the Dark Blade Legion and the Black Sickle Council, and urge Kel'Thuzad to complete the things I need him to do...Is there a problem? ? Ambassador Bigworth?"
"Meow!"
Mr. Bigworth's answer this time brought a trace of firmness, like a soldier with a mission on his shoulders. It nodded to Tyrion, and then patted the three little milk cats squatting in front of it one by one. Finally, amidst the mournful calls of the three kittens, Mr. Bigworth turned around and jumped on the shoulder of the dwarf warlock Wilfred.
It squatted on the dwarf's shoulders. Its fat body seemed to be magical, and it lost weight rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it changed back to the appearance when it left Kel'Thuzad. It stretched out its claws, His own child waved goodbye to the great lord, and a blue light of space magic wrapped it and the dwarf's body.
The next moment, amidst the panicked screams of the dwarf warlock, one person and one cat disappeared in place...
Mr. Bigworth is a rare pure-blood wizard cat, and it's just a teleportation spell. You don't think it won't work, do you?
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"Boom"
The low and dark thunder rolled in the deep clouds, and along with the sound, there was the pale lightning that was constantly flipping in the dark sky. It was the only light in this hell of howling ghosts and wolves, and it disappeared in a flash. In the pale luster of the body, the scene of this hell will be unfolded before the eyes of every unlucky person who enters it.
The endlessly churning sea of gray mist, the shattered wreckage that loses its mind like a zombie and only knows how to prey and destroy, the bone warrior entangled in seaweed and barnacles, staggering forward on the shore, and the tumbling corpse in the air Unknown, those extremely withered cages emitting a disgusting smell, and the eternally tortured souls in the cages.
It's hell...another hell!
"Boom"
Under another thunder, the shadow Val'kyr flapping black wings appeared in front of the visitor. She looked at the tall creature in front of her with malicious eyes, and said in an obscure voice:
"Get out! Devil, this is not the place for you!"
"Oh, is it so?"
The third lord of the Fear Council, the Nathrezim demon lord Mephistos with blue and white wings raised his head, looked at Val'kyr without fear, and said in a harsh voice:
"Then go back and tell your master... just say..."
"Bringing the messenger of the fraudster's good intentions, I, come!"
"Let Hela come out to meet me... the friendship of the legion is not so easy to refuse!"