"Huh"

The shadow closed the document in her hand, she raised her head, and reported to the big lord in front of her:

"Great Lord, that's all the progress so far."

"We can be sure that the Fraudster Kilgardan and his fleet will enter Azeroth in 10-15 days through the spatial rift opened by the Night Well, and based on what our warlocks have observed, it will be an unprecedented invasion that will even exceed the scale of the Ancient War 10,000 years ago."

"The fleet of demons began to assemble in the Azeroth star sector a few years ago, it is an elite fleet from 33 star regions, plus the Eredar fleet commanded by Kilgardan, the total number of starships is likely to exceed 10,000, and the number of demons is conservatively estimated to reach between 800-1200W, which is a force that can easily destroy Azeroth."

"If the demons continue to use their previous battle plan and enter the planet to fight us, then we may still have a chance of victory."

The shadow stopped, and she looked at the Great Lord with a calm face, and she said:

"And the most worrying thing now is that if the demons of the Burning Legion do not intend to fight us on land, but use the destructive weapons of starships to attack our world in the stars, or simply destroy the stars of the Azeroth system more directly, then we will have nothing to do, after all, with the current level of world civilization, we are not capable of stopping such an extraterrestrial attack."

"Don't worry about that, Nassa."

The Great Lord waved his finger, interrupting his subordinates' worries, and a glint flashed in his ice-blue eyes, and he said:

"The Pillar of Creation is what Sargeras needs, and the Pillar of Creation, although it has great energy, is not indestructible, as can be seen from the broken Tide Stone, if the demons really intend to completely annihilate the planet with their fleet, then the Pillar of Creation will be buried for Azeroth!"

"It is impossible for the demons to complete the mission of Sargeras, and they do not have the courage to defy the Dark Titan."

The High Lord stood up, and as he descended step by step from the throne steps, he said:

"Even if they really lose their minds and go crazy, they don't have to be afraid to attack from the stars! The Titan Guardians of Ulduar have repaired several of the towers left behind by the Pantheon in Azeroth, and in a moment of crisis, the Titan energy of the Origin Forge will be infused into it, and a world-class guardian enchantment will be stretched out beyond the planet, and Azeroth may be destroyed, but it will never be destroyed by weak shelling. ”

"The question is, how do we fight back?"

The shadow asked again:

"Are we just hiding in the Guardian Barrier and watching the demons show off their might among the stars?"

"The answer to this question is what I am going to show you today, come with me!"

The Great Lord walked to the Shadow, he waved his hand, and a rift leading to the Dead Unfolded in the hall of the Dark Temple, the High Lord stepped into it, the Shadow did not hesitate, and also followed the leader into it, on the other side of the Dead Rift, when the Shadow stepped on the land of the Dead Realm, she found that the platform on this ridge was already full of people.

It's like a lively party.

And looking down from this platform, you can clearly see the steel gate standing in the valley of this Dead Realm Wilderness.

The Shadow recognized the Gate, the Most High Gate that had been brought back from Odin's Valagar Fortress, the "altar" used for the ritual of soul and soul transformation, but the steel gate in front of him seemed to be different from the Supreme Gate in Shadow's memory.

It was no longer a rich gold, as if it had undergone a complex transformation, making it look like a black temple, and on the mountain walls on either side of the magnificent gate, there were several more giant sculptures wearing hoods and holding black swords, and the stonemasons of the Dead had redressed the valley, presumably to make the place more ceremonial, in short, the valley now looked like some kind of altar in human myths and legends.

Some of the lichs were busy around the altar, inspecting the circles carved into each stone, and around the altar, the Death Titan Janissaries armed with dragoon spears were on a security mission, and the appearance of those tall rock life added a layer of seriousness, solemnity and solemnity to the huge altar.

The shadows mixed in the crowd turned their heads to look, and almost all of them standing on this platform were the heads and faces of the Darkblade Legion.

The Blood Lord, Glokush, Sarufar, Iriel, Luminas, Serent, several lords of the Blood Council, and the Director of Intelligence Mavi stood farther away with a few high-ranking agents, and on the ridge above the platform, there were some Darkblade Lesser Lords talking to each other, as well as some of the chiefs of the logistics system, and some of the bad-eyed guys brought complex binoculars.

There are almost 3,000 high-level undead gathered here, and if the fraudster drops a thing similar to the Eye of Sargeras here, then most of the superstructure of the entire Darkblade Legion will be destroyed, and the resistance force, which is a headache for the demons, will also fall apart in an instant.

"What is this doing?"

The shadow hurried to Mavi's side, and she asked in a low voice:

"Is it related to the Heroic Spirit? Doesn't it mean that it will take some time for this gate to be studied? Why did you suddenly make such a big commotion? ”

"I just got an invitation to come here, Nassa."

Mavi showed a slightly helpless expression, and she said:

"The Intelligence Bureau has not interfered in the research of the Supreme Gate, everything here is personally responsible for the Great Lich, as for whether they succeeded, I don't know, but looking at the current situation, it is estimated that progress should have been made."

"Our boss is really calm, I didn't hear the wind beforehand."

Ma Wei complained a little:

"All of a sudden, I'm sure most of us here are just as confused as we are, but anyway, in Tyrion's style, he and his spellcasters may have really cracked the secrets of the Heroic Spirits... Speaking of which, Nassa, do you want me to recommend you? Let you also experience the feeling of the Heroic Spirit? ”

"Nope."

The shadow shook her head in refusal, she looked at the black steel gate below, and said:

"I'm fine with this now."

A glint flashed in her eyes under the shadow mask, and she became a little silent:

"Besides, I still want to work with you to train your nephews and nieces to be great people, I still have concerns about this world, such concerns, so that I can't step on this path of ascension for the time being, you know, this is a road that can't be turned back, once we become heroic spirits, we will never be able to enter this world with flesh and blood bodies... We will sever all ties with Azeroth. ”

There was also a gentle glint in Mavi's eyes, and she reached out and grabbed Nasa's slender waist, and said:

"But this is also the path we must embark on, the Elevation of the Darkblade group is predestined, no one can stop Tyrion's will, the name of the Darkblade will gradually die out in this world from this day on, until it completely dissipates, but it will resound through the infinite stars, our story will eventually become a nonsense in the mouths of mortals, passed down from generation to generation, you and me, and others, we will all be forgotten by that world, after we have saved that world..."

"It sounds so bleak, but when you think about it, this ending is for us..."

Nasa rested her head slightly on Mavi's shoulder, she looked at the dark gate in the valley below, and she whispered:

"Actually, it's pretty good."

While Mavi and Nasa were enjoying the moment of warmth, at the front of the platform, the High Lord was also holding his wife's slender waist, and the two were looking at the altar that was activated little by little by the power of death, arcane, and elemental, and Tyrion had a calm in his eyes, but in the depths of his eyes, there was also a sense of relief.

He bowed his head and kissed his wife's hair, and he said:

"I've fulfilled my promise to them, Aurelia, and I've given the Darkblade the final path to ascension."

"From this day forward, we, along with our friends, and our soldiers, will truly become eternal... The war in Azeroth is coming to an end, and after crossing the final battle, we will enter a new life, and I will take you on a journey among the stars to see sights that mortals can never imagine. ”

"From now on, there will be no one who can separate us."

Her husband's whisper made the Blood Mistress subconsciously hug Tyrion's arm, she looked at her husband with a little worry, and said:

"You're tired of it, aren't you? Everything in this world makes you feel tired, I can feel it. ”

"Nope."

With a smile on his face, Tyrion whispered to his wife:

"I'm not tired of it, I just feel the shackles being released, and soon, I will be truly free, this is something to look forward to, in the stars, so many secrets, I can finally explore it freely, of course, with you."

After saying that, the high lord saw the hand waved at him by the great lich standing by the altar, which meant that all the preparations were completed, Tyrion took a deep breath, he let go of his wife's hand, and then looked back at the brothers and sisters behind him, those who had been with him since he was weak, and he nodded slightly.

"This is for you, friends."

The High Lord took a step forward, and in the invisible air, it was like an invisible staircase carrying his body, allowing him to wander down the air into the valley of the Heroic Altar, where he finally levitated in front of the great black door, and behind him, pale death, dark blue arcane, and four-color changing elemental light pulsed in the valley like a harmonious wave of water, making the valley of the dead like a dream land.

Tyrion stood there, he looked at the high-ranking members of the Darkblade Legion on the ridge in front of him, he recognized everyone, these were the mainstays of the Darkblade Legion he had created, like tightly coupled gears in a running instrument, the lack of any of them would cause the entire machine to stop, and no matter who stood in front of Tyrion, no matter how powerful the person standing in his way, the group of people in front of him would never leave him.

They had done so much for Tyrion, and now, the High Lord had fulfilled the future they had promised.

"Fellows of the Darkblades."

The Great Lord spread out his hands, his ice-blue eyes clear, and he said in a gentle but majestic voice:

"Today I call you to this place to announce a thing, that I am here, in the presence of you, as a prince and a companion, to announce to you... The day of glory of the Blade has arrived! ”

All the Darkblade Knights raised their heads, no one spoke, no one moved, their eyes were focused on their leader, the Lords of Death in the front row looked up proudly, the man in front of them was their leader, he had never let them down, and today, he bestowed on them infinite grace as a reward for this endless conquest.

Today, the Darkblade... Will be truly upgraded!

"We all know..."

"Where we came, the creatures who spent their lives searching for meaning in existence, the believers proclaim that they are trying to build heaven..."

"There are still terrible things going on in their paradise, and only the dead know that heaven does not exist, because if it exists, then we should know it, and we should enter it!"

"That's why the noisy, living world disgusts us all."

"We have embarked on the path of death, we have walked into darkness, and once upon a time, we thought we could only survive in darkness!"

Tyrion's voice echoed through the valley as if telling a story, short but powerful:

"But today, the future of despair has been shattered, and the true fate of the dead has been revealed, and it is behind me..."

"The dark fantasy of death is right in front of our eyes, it's within reach!"

"And I, I give you this final fantasy, my friends, my warriors, my brothers..."

"Be brave enough to accept it! Then join me on the final battlefield! ”

"We will live forever on Victory Day!"

The High Lord took a deep breath, he raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, and under the gaze of the dead, his voice became as majestic as a steel symphony:

"In the name of the Great Lord of the Darkblade, I hereby declare..."

"The age of flesh and darkness is over..."