Tyrion shrugged: "Whether I have any issues with them or not is my business. They have what you need, so they will inevitably become your enemies. It's easy to understand..."

"The last thing is stored in the magical city of Dalaran. It is a gem that can gather a large amount of magic power. The mage calls it the Eye of Dalaran."

The death knight said: "That is the most dangerous place. If you want to attack the city of mage, you will inevitably suffer a lot of losses. Moreover, it is very close to Lordaeron. If you are not careful, you will be discovered by humans. You

You know, judging from the current situation, humans and orcs are almost sworn enemies."

"So you just drew a big pie for me. This is simply an impossible plan!"

Ner'zhul frowned: "I can't block the future of the orcs on a plan that relies on luck."

"No, no, no! You have an advantage!"

Tyrion stretched out his finger and shook it:

"You really have an advantage! Human beings have not killed all the orc prisoners. Those prisoners are locked up in prisoner-of-war camps. You only need to send some warriors to break through those prisoner-of-war camps. In an instant, you will have enough manpower and material resources! And according to reports,

I know that the three clans of Dragonmaw, Blackstone and Bloodring have a large number of warriors staying in Azeroth, as long as you can persuade them..."

"Then it's another crazy invasion!"

Tyrion spread his arms, and a strange look shone on his cheeks:

"The tired human soldiers will die tragically under your weapons, and the bad order of that world will be challenged again! Think about it, Ner'zhul, launching a surprise attack when humans have no spare power, in panic

, their army will inevitably disperse at the first touch, and you will grab the last supplies to prepare for the long journey."

The death knight lowered his voice:

"The most important thing is that those orcs stained with demonic blood are hopeless! Ner'zhul, if you don't take this opportunity to consume them all, even if you find a new world, the love in their hearts will never die.

War fanaticism will also make your new world a mess...Rather than executing them yourself, it is better to let them die a worthy death...let them die on the battlefield."

"You! You really are a devil! Tyrion!"

Ner'zhul said solemnly. Faced with this accusation, Tyrion snorted, folded his arms, and said softly:

"In fact, each of us is a disgusting monster, and the real irony is that once you find yourself in hell, my friend, the only one who can save you is the devil... Come on, cooperate.

..”

He stretched out his hand towards Ner'zhul and said meaningfully:

"The scenery seen from the sacrifice of the warriors must be very beautiful."

"What about you? Tyrion, what can you gain from all this, all this you have done? I don't see what benefit you will gain. Are you really a saint? I don't believe it!"

Ner'zhul looked at Tyrion, who did not hide anything, but said very straightforwardly:

"I want something different from you... Ner'zhul, my way of questioning the world is chaos and war."

"What is fate? What is justice? Is that world, and everything that the so-called guardians fight to protect, really right?"

"I want everyone who has been hurt by the war to think about this problem! Maybe it's hard to understand, but it doesn't matter. You just need to know that my actions so far have been beneficial to both sides, and I am destined to win!"
Chapter completed!