Grim Batol was particularly lively today. First, there was a riot in the place where the Red Dragon Queen was imprisoned. All the Dragonmaw Orc warriors who could still fight were sent there to guard the most important "treasure" of the clan. Then, the chief's hall was breached.

The crazy Nekros and his guards were brutally cut into pieces. When the orc warlock Draka Shadowburner discovered them, the most important dragon soul had disappeared.

"Block the message, and then...then look for it! Find it!"

Draka's eyes were red, and violent evil magic was rushing back and forth in his body. He was like an enraged beast in the chief's hall filled with the broken limbs of Nekros the Skullbreaker.

Walking back and forth, he yelled at the guards behind him:

"Everyone who can still move! Mount the red dragon and give me those damn black dragons..."

"My lord! Lord Draka!"

The scout running from a distance opened the door panting. He looked at the angry Draka and screamed with fear:

"The city gate has been breached!"

"boom"

The orc warlock, who could no longer suppress his anger, smashed the hot magic flame in his hand on the table next to him, smashing the solid stone table into powder. He roared:

"Who! Who is attacking us at this time!"

The obviously frightened scout swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty:

"dead!"

"What?"

The warlock's eyes widened: "Who are you talking about?"

"Dead people, my lord! Undead...endless undead! They have surrounded the entire mountain! We have no idea where they came from!"

"Undead?"

Draka Shadowburner's body shook. The sudden appearance of the undead at this juncture was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The warlock knew very well that the current situation was that there must be more than one force in the grid.

Rimbaator is creating trouble within, no matter what their purpose is, no matter what they want to do, this kind of unabashed military confrontation means that all plans have been carried out to the end.

There was nothing he could do to save himself.

"Bang"

The orc warlock's body collapsed on a chair covered with blood. His eyes were dull, as if he had aged more than ten years. He sat there blankly. The orcs around him did not dare to disturb him at all. They all understood that,

If there is anyone who can save Grim Batol and the Dragonmaw clan now, it is only the old warlock in front of me.

"You guys are watching what I'm doing!"

Draka raised his head, looked at the orcs around him, clenched his fists tightly, and whispered:

"Go! Gather all the tribesmen we can still control... Prepare, prepare to abandon this city! The moment the Dragon Soul is lost, it is hopeless."

"Go quickly!"

Amidst the roar of the Shadow Burner, the orcs who were standing there immediately ran out, leaving only Draka's most trusted lieutenant. The Warlock stood up, and he looked back at the Skullcrusher Nekros being killed by the dragon.

With his claws tearing open his head and his unwilling eyes, he shook his head, turned back and whispered to his adjutant:

"My brave Nagaz, I have a task for you, which is related to the survival of the Dragonmaw clan... Are you willing to do it?"

The sturdy orc warrior didn't say a word. He silently raised his fist and patted his chest to express his opinion. Draka Shadowburner nodded and lowered his voice again:

"Remember the guy I asked you to capture last time? The one who claimed to be the Twilight Hammer envoy... released him and brought him to me without attracting the attention of others."

"As you command, my lord."

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The entire Grim Batol is now in chaos. The devil knows why it became chaotic so quickly. Maybe it's because of the repression accumulated by the Dragonmaw clan for more than three years, or maybe it's because the sudden outbreak caught everyone off guard. In short, this place

The order of the city has been lost.

In a certain hall on the second floor of the city, the conspirators' conversation continued without interruption.

Tyrion stood in the shadows, with dim light shining on his face. The death knight did not look at the five dangerous black dragons in front of him. Instead, he looked at the dwarf-style carvings in the hall with a nostalgic look, and then

Said in a cold and hoarse voice:

"Grim Batol, ah, I'm back to this place again. You may not know that this place has a special meaning to me... It was here that I was awakened."

"From the living to the dead, from life to monsters, from justice to...evil? Maybe, they call me evil anyway."

Tyrion turned around and looked at the black dragon princess Onyxia, who said nothing and had a cold look on her face. He asked softly:

"What do you think about this? My friend Neltharion's daughter, seeing that your father and I get along so "friendly", maybe you should call me...Uncle Tyrion!"

The death knight took a step forward, and the atmosphere in the entire hall became stagnant and heavy at this moment, like a substantial oppression, weighing heavily on everyone's shoulders. Luo Ning stared at the sudden appearance.

Tyrion wanted to say something, but was stopped by the dwarf Alfonso whose face was covered in blood.

"Don't talk! Don't provoke him! That's a madman, you will never guess what he will do next...Shut up! Ronin! Shut up..."

The dwarf's fingers tightly clasped the mage's wrist, forcing him to remain silent. As the two men watched nervously, as the death knight moved forward, the arrogant black dragons also retreated step by step.

They...these beings at the top of the food chain in the mortal world, they are afraid of him!

"You! I remember I seemed to have seen you."

Tyrion tilted his head and looked at the black dragon warrior Aurician who was protecting Onyxia. He narrowed his eyes and thought about the cold memories of the past. Finally, at a certain point, he found out about the black dragon in front of him.

impression.

"When I pierced the heart of my good friend Neltharion...you were right by his side! Right?"

Tyrion's voice brought back the past that Aurician was absolutely unwilling to recall. In Gorgrond in Draenor, in the sky above the wilderness, his body was pierced by the dark green light that tore the sky.

The Wings of Death, and the ruthless strangulation that followed... That day, the Black Dragon Warrior saw with his own eyes how the undefeated "god" in his eyes was brutally knocked down into the abyss.

And all that happened because it met the death knight in front of it...

How can this prevent him from being afraid?

"Are you afraid of me?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he spread his hands:

"Did I do something terrible to make you feel scared? Oh, by the way, there is an old friend who also wants to meet you."

Lord Darkblade turned sideways and made a "please" gesture. As the Shadow Gate gathered and dispersed, Khadgar, wearing a purple robe and holding the staff of the Guardian, stepped out of the shadows. He used his silver eyes to

Looking at the black dragon warrior Aurician, a stiff smile appeared on the corner of the Arch Lich's mouth:

"Hello, Lord Presto's equerry."

The moment he saw the six rune chains shining with golden light surrounding Khadgar's body, the fearless black dragon warrior turned around and ran away. He didn't know what happened to Khadgar, but there was no doubt that the man from the top

The predator's instinct was frantically calling the police, and the mage in front of him was no longer the fragile flesh and blood body he knew.

Danger! Extremely dangerous!

"Why are you running..."

Khadgar stretched out his finger and shook it. The huge magic power that stunned Ronin who was watching, and the unimaginable magic chain intertwined with ice and shadow, bound the powerful black dragon warrior in place. He didn't even have time to transform into the black dragon form.

It was covered by crazy magic like a sea tide, and then was frozen in a huge piece of ice in the shining of undead runes.

Amidst the cold air, Aurician's face was undisguised in horror, and combined with the structure of the ice, it looked like some kind of weird "artwork".

It was like the great lich who had done a small thing casually walked up to Tyrion, leaving traces of frost-condensed footprints behind him. He blinked his silver eyes and asked inexplicably:

"Why do every "old friend" who sees me run away? I just... I just want to have a good chat with them."

"So you can talk later, there is plenty of time."

Tyrion snapped his fingers and said in a deep voice:

"Send the guys in, it's time to start working."

Khadgar took a step back and leaned slightly:

"As you wish..."

"Buzz buzz"

The shaking portal opened in the darkness behind Khadgar, tearing open 6 portals at once. This is also difficult for a human archmage to do, but for Khadgar, it is very easy, just like

It was as easy as him freezing a black dragon.

He looked back at Ronin who was tied up in the corner, and he saw the Dalaran emblem on Ronin's chest. Khadgar smiled at Ronin, then turned around and continued to study the black dragon that he had frozen.

And that smile, that smile did not make Luo Ning feel at ease. On the contrary, that smile made him frightened. It was not a weird expression that a living person should have.

Archmage Khadgar, he has...he has...oh my god!

The first one to walk out of the portal was Grokush. The old orc death knight raised his head and surveyed the dark environment. He soon discovered a threatening opponent. He drew his battle ax with his backhand and walked towards Tyrion.

Behind him, Luminas, Serent, Roglio, Saurfang and Yrel walked out of their respective portals.

Behind the Death Lord were the most elite high-level knights. In just a few minutes, this empty hall was completely occupied by the undead.

Under the gaze of more than 100 high-level undead, Tyrion took a step forward. He played with the black ring on his left finger. He looked at the silent Onyxia in front of him and said softly:

"You have 5 black dragons. Oh, except for Mr. Aulician, you only have 4 black dragons left. And I, I have 6 death lords and 98 high-level knights outside of Grim Batol.
To be continued...