Chapter 887 6. Hostility

The work of the big lord is very busy every day.

Although there is a complete system of the Dark Blade Legion in operation, realizing his grand plan for the great lord, but many things still need to be done by the great lord himself.

On the one hand, Tyrion felt a little uneasy about entrusting his subordinates to do extremely important things.

On the other hand, the high lord is willing to "waste" some time on those he values ​​very much.

For example, now, in the hall on the top floor of the Dark Temple, Tyrion is receiving Nobundo, the Great Shaman of the Clay Council who came to visit secretly.

And Nobundo came to meet with the great lord, not to talk about the clay parliament which is currently developing extremely well, but to bring an answer to an extremely important question for another important person.

The Broken One, dressed in quaint and weird shaman costumes, said to the High Lord in a gentle tone:

"I visited the Prophet Velen in the Borean Tundra two months ago, and told him your thoughts. The Prophet said that this is a very important matter, and he needs some time to make a decision. Yesterday, the Prophet finally gave me the answer."

A glimmer of expectation flashed in Nobundo's blue eyes, and he said softly:

"The Prophet agreed to your proposal. He is willing to open a way for the people of Draenor to go home. He also agrees with your suggestion. This matter will not be announced to the public, and everything will be done in secret, but the Prophet refused. The request to hand over the Storm Fortress to the Dark Blade Legion."

As he spoke, the great shaman took out a heavy volume of blueprints from his pocket, and handed it to the shadow beside him. The shadow opened the blueprint, and after confirming that there was no danger, he handed it over to Tyrion, who saw After glancing at it, he was dazzled by the densely packed complex and weird symbols and signs on the blueprint. He put the scroll aside, and then looked at Nobundo:

"What's this?"

"This is the sincerity of the Prophet."

Nobundo said softly:

"It's one of the most important pieces of knowledge that the Draenei brought out from their hometown. It's the blueprints for colonial ships like Stormwind Fortress and four frigates... It's the mysterious knowledge I got from Naaru. With it, The Dark Blade Legion can imitate the complete Storm Fortress, and in return for this volume of blueprints, the Prophet hopes that you can arrange an "accident" to send the Storm Fortress currently located in the world of Draenor to Azeroth... "

The Shaman of the Broken, who has a deep relationship with the Draenei, leaned over and said:

"I hope you can understand, High Lord, to the Draenei, the Storm Keep is not just a simple fortress, it contains the Draenei's memories of the past and complex emotions... Velen is hard to convince one's followers, throw it away."

"Ah, my friend Velen is still the same as before. He is very wise and has a good plan."

Tyrion stroked the heavy blueprint with his hand, and he slightly sarcastically said:

"Even if there are blueprints, according to Azeroth's current engineering level, it will take at least 10 years to make them... But what he got was the remaining one-third of his people Liberty, and a refuge that can accommodate all the people...well, well, he's a leader, and I'm a leader, so I can understand his choice."

"But the problem is, you seem to have overlooked an important point, Elder Nobundo."

The high lord's ice-blue eyes fell on Nobundo:

"What about the Atama crystal? Look, I don't want much. All I want is a naaru shield...one-seventh of the Atama crystal. What is the Prophet's answer to this?"

This sharp question made Nobundo hesitate for a moment, the great shaman hesitated for a few seconds, and then said Velen's somewhat whimsical idea:

"The Prophet said that he could give the Shield of Naaru to Dark Blade, but he also has his own needs. He hopes that... Dark Blade can completely release the suppression of the forces of Shattrath City in the world of Draenor. He said, The Draenei in the Borean Tundra are willing to continue to receive refugees from Draenor Shattrath City."

"Valen, you old man!"

This request made Tyrion laugh, and the high lord clapped his hands and said to the shadow beside him:

"It's really bad... This wise and extraordinary prophet has almost grasped all my bottom lines..."

The great lord's eyes narrowed, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in them, but the next moment, he said gently to Nobundo, who was the intermediary messenger between the two parties:

"Of course I can. I have long since lost hope in those bastards in Shattrath City. Velen is willing to accept them. That would be great, but great shaman, give Velen a word for me. Bar..."

"As long as he has the ability, he can even evacuate the entire manpower of Shattrath City, but the Shattered Sun! Must be kept for me!"

"Um?"

The great shaman Nobundo looked up suspiciously, and he looked at Tyrion:

"That is a legion that uses the power of the Holy Light to fight, High Lord, with all due respect, even you, it is difficult to convince those stubborn paladins to serve you... If you need death knights, the few broken ones The Holy Knight of the Setting Sun can't satisfy your appetite, so why?"

"You don't understand, Lord Nobundo."

The great lord rubbed his forehead tiredly, and he explained to the great shaman:

"I'm not looking for such a meaningless little battle group for myself, just my child...he has embarked on the path of his own destiny, but he is weak, facing those difficult enemies, he may There will be danger, which makes my old father very worried, and I can't take the initiative to help him..."

"So you see, wouldn't a group of war-torn paladins who had served the naaru and were about to lose their homeland again be very suitable followers of my poor kid who was destined to do something great? ?”

"My Anduin, your poor adoptive father can only help you so far..."

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"It's no fun here."

This was Anduin's first evaluation of Tyr's Hand, who was thousands of miles away from home.

"Everyone here has brain problems!"

This is Anduin's second evaluation.

"Everyone here is so hard to beat..."

Here's his latest review...

Facing Anduin's complaints, Sarantia, who had just finished a not-so-delicious dinner with him, ignored the glaring eyes of the surrounding paladins at the two of them, and gently comforted:

"Before you came, didn't you make mental preparations? This is better than the worst situation we imagined."

"Not much better."

Anduin snorted, the child who was about to turn 10 years old tried to stare back at the female knight who had been glaring at him with his vicious eyes, but a child showing such a "vicious" look would only make people feel A lot of fun.

Then, the female knight Bridget Abedis, who was sitting on the other side of Anduin, saw Anduin's grimace-like expression, and burst out laughing.

This is embarrassing...

Because Bridget had come all the way to make trouble.

The only daughter of General Abedis is 24 years old this year, and she is in her prime, and Bridget has inherited the excellent blood of General Abedis, with a slender figure, especially her long legs, which are enough to make any The young knight had wild dreams, and in the entire Scarlet Crusade, she and Miss White Mane were called the "Flower of the Crusade", and there were always young people around them.

However, Miss White Mane seems to have some ambiguous feelings with Fording Knight's only son, Tylan Fording who is slightly younger than her recently, so Miss White has rarely shown her face recently, and the only one left is Bree, who is still single. Miss Strange has become the last and only hope for single dog knights...

But Bridget is in a bad mood today...

Because she saw the lonely scene of her old father drinking and crying alone in the study last night, after some inquiries, the female knight knew that it was caused by a quarrel between her father and the other two great knights, and the origin of the quarrel, It was the damned brat in front of him!

Anduin may know that his background will bring him trouble, but the child is still a little confused about the extent of this trouble. He can't understand the image of his adoptive father Tyrion in the minds of these paladins, and he can't understand The hatred between the two sides is impossible to resolve, and now, because of this complicated emotion, he is about to face his first wave of dangerous challenges in the Silver Dawn Order.

"What is she laughing at?"

Anduin saw the strange behavior of Bridget who was glaring at him and suddenly laughed. The little prince turned his head to look at his female companion in doubt. Sarantia shrugged. She didn't know how to give Anduin explain.

The next moment, the beautiful sister knight restrained her smile. She stood up, holding a long sword, and with her long legs, she came to the table of Anduin and Sarantia.

"boom"

The heavy long sword was pressed on the table, and Bridget's behavior immediately made the knight's cafeteria with a strange atmosphere become noisy.

Bridget is one of the representatives of the young knights, her every move will attract the young knights to follow, and now, seeing that Bridget is going to teach that little devil a lesson, all the paladins can't help but stand up. got up.

Some stable old knights immediately began to maintain order, but these old knights shouted and pushed the excited young knights back, while observing the communication between Bridget and Anduin.

They have experienced the war between humans and the undead, and they are happy to see Anduin, who has a relationship with Tyrion, be taught a lesson, but they will never allow Bridget to really hurt Anduin...that would directly sparked a terrible war.

"You, brat! Stand up!"

It was the first time for Bridget to do this kind of bullying of juniors. Although she had seen many old knights bullying new knights after being drunk, she had never liked this kind of behavior. If she didn't want to vent her father's anger, she would To not do such a bad thing.

But she was indeed bullying, so Bridget's beautiful face was a little flushed, and she tried to make herself look fierce. She imitated the movements of those old knights bullying newcomers, pointing with her fingers, with a blank expression on her face. Anduin:

"I heard that you are also a very talented paladin? Come, let's compete in martial arts!"

"ah?"

Facing this challenge, Anduin put the last spoonful of rice into his mouth, and while chewing insipidly, he tilted his head and looked at Bridget, he asked suspiciously:

"I don't know you, why did I compete with you? Who are you? Why did you stare at me just now, and why did you suddenly laugh?"

"My name is Bridget...Bridget Abedis!"

Bridget explained:

"I stare at you because I hate you, you little brat, you know you have something to do with Tyrion, why do you still come here? Did your demon adoptive father give you some mission? Or ...Are you here to spy on the military situation?"

"Oh, this one."

After Anduin finished his rice, Sarantia took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. The little prince calmly raised his head and looked at Bridget:

"Before I came to the Kingdom of the Argent Dawn, my adoptive father did tell me something... If you really want to ask me why I came..."

Anduin stood up slowly. At this moment, a sharp edge appeared on the child. He said to Bridget in a natural tone:

"I'm here to lead you!"

"Because you have gone astray..."

Anduin's words were not loud, but they were enough for other people in the cafeteria to hear. The noisy scene fell silent at this moment, and even the old knights who maintained order couldn't help but stare. He closed his eyes, looking at the crazy child in front of him.

They didn't know whether Anduin said these words himself, or the devil Tyrion taught him to say them, but no matter what, the child had expressed his thoughts, and it was time for Bridget to speak.

And the beautiful female knight was also shocked by Anduin's arrogant speech, but the next moment, a sneer flashed across her face, she straightened her body, pulled the long sword out of the scabbard, and swung the sword flower:

"Then do you think, do you have the qualifications? Arrogant brat...I am Bridget, the youngest paladin captain of the Silver Dawn Order, one of the leaders of the younger generation...Do you want to command us? Then come and defeat me first!"

"So, you don't want to listen to my teaching?"

Anduin frowned, he remembered what Tyrion said to him before he left, he moved his shoulders, and was about to take out the weapon from the storage ring on his finger, but was caught by Sarantia blocked.

The high elf girl said to Anduin and Bridget:

"No! Anduin, don't fight her!"

"Oh? Are you afraid?"

Bridget chuckled softly:

"Don't worry, I won't be so mad as to hurt a child under 10 years old, I will strike very lightly..."

"No!"

Sarantia stood in front of Anduin, her left hand flicked the ring on the finger of her right hand, and amidst the flashing light, a warhammer made of pure purple crystal was ruthlessly hit by the slender Sarantia When it touched the ground, there was a deep ringing like a bell. Sarantia's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden armor while the feather of holy light fluttered. She stared at Bridget, she says:

"Because Anduin doesn't hit women..."

"But I'm also a woman, so I'll... beat you hard for him!"

"You'd better treat it with your heart, because when I attack those who don't know the so-called frog in the well..."

"Always heavy!"

This slender and weak high elf girl flashed an indifferent smile in line with the Blood Mistress, she said softly:

"Miss Bridget, when you are being beaten...don't cry~"