Whispering Harbor and the entire northern frontier finally ushered in the dawn again.

This is an ordinary and extraordinary dawn, like the cruelest dark time finally ushered in the end, when the warm sun shines on this cold sea, everyone, every thinking life, can not feel the warmth of the heart, in fact, for the civilians of the human empire, when they look up to the sky, there is no warm and firm shelter for them.

In this dawn they lost him... They have lost the leader who has been leading them forward, who has been using up all the protection empires... They are like children who have lost their fathers, crying, helpless and dazed in a future destined for loneliness.

But in the same sunlight, the King of the Blades, who had done evil, had no expression, no excitement, no joy, no joy, as if he had been as gloomy as ever, looking at everything in the world with a calm and indifferent gaze, contemplating his own schemes and plotting his own schemes in the shadows.

It was as if he had accomplished a trivial task, and in the midst of the angry gazes and roars that almost pierced his body, he flicked his finger quite calmly, and then looked at all the life shrouded in the light of dawn again, and the cruel scene just now made everyone, including the leaders who came to help, suddenly lose their voices.

Of course, there are some sane guys who seem to see some clues, such as the prophet Viren, who has been in contact with Tyrion and has been observing all this in the corner, with his ability, he can easily feel that Lothar is "abnormal" before he dies, but wisdom like him will not talk about the bold speculation in his heart until the truth is revealed.

This is the wisdom of the Prophet accumulated during his 25,000 years of exile...

"You're angry? I can feel... You are also desperate, like a barking wild dog, with a fierce gesture to hide the timidity of your heart. You are the League of the Living, the great heroes who represent justice and light, you have stepped into the abyss of war, and you think you are as strong as steel, but what else can you do in the face of the current situation? ”

Tyrion's voice with a hint of teasing suddenly became cold and gloomy at this moment, and at the moment of his voice, a huge amount of death energy poured out from behind him, like a curtain covering the sky and the sun, throwing eerie shadows into the ground, as if to make the defeated understand that even under the scorching sun, there was still a place where the light could not shine.

At this moment, Tyrion is like the real villain of all mythological stories...

"Trust me, there's only one thing you can do! That's to turn around... Leave quietly and treat it as if nothing happened! , I'll keep my promise with Lothar, go back to your new home, get back to your kennel and shiver, and the next time, when the bell of death rings, it's your true end..."

Tyrion turned, the tattered black cloak behind him glistening coldly in the sunlight, and after taunting the entire life world, he threw down his final cruel declaration:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, the justice of the world of the living is dead, its bones are not cold, and I killed it with my own hands..."

"I will give you enough time to realize what kind of power you are fighting against, and when you kneel in pain before my eyes and pray for death, I will mercifully smash your heads... I will not allow you to go to hell until the flames of your fragile civilization are completely extinguished..."

"Pray to your fragile faith, that I will not appear in every nightmare of yours..."

"Pathetic losers... ! ”

"Get out of my land and never come back!"

The King of the Blades forced an end to this war with his cold and cruel will, and the moment his figure disappeared from the platform of the Dark Temple, the undead legions on the ground also camped in place as if they had received a new order.

Sarufar, who had succeeded Tyrion in commanding the battlefield, glanced meaningfully at the black floating city floating overhead, and the moment he turned around, the Death Lord breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been alive.

And Iriel, the Death Lord who had just returned to the battlefield, wielded the war hammer in her hand, and looked at the great knight Ferdin, who was shrouded in anger and despair in front of her, she was very unhappy to withdraw her weapon, and then stretched out her hooves and kicked the paladin who had closed her eyes and waited for death back into his camp.

"What a disappointment!"

Irel flicked her tail, and with the sound of the impact of the black metal sheath on her tail, she looked at the great knight in front of her with an undisguised malicious gaze, and said:

"Just a little bit... I'll be able to take out another big knight. ”

But after all, Irel was still very good at carrying out His Majesty's orders, and with a wave of her hand, the Draenei Death Knights behind her slowly retreated, even making way for the paladins who had survived the brutal battle to Whispering Harbor.

The High Knights didn't see anything wrong with the Blade King's decision... Even in their eyes, the Emperor of Lothar was a worthy opponent, and any warrior with a sense of honor would not be able to refuse such a man's dying pleas.

Their Majesty just made a "benevolent" decision, and to be honest, in the face of a steady stream of undead reinforcements in the rear, these surviving human warriors in front of them could not win anything.

As His Majesty said...

They're just a bunch of pathetic losers, that's all.

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Tyrion sat alone on the quiet platform throne of the Dark Temple, and before his eyes, the dim Imperial Sword Slayer was suspended in the air, this sword completely lost its original dazzling form at the moment of Lothar's death, and the longsword was gray and covered with scratches, and the original strange brass-colored key-like shape was also gone.

After losing the sword-wielder, it reverted back to its original state, like a rotten weapon that had been stored in the ashes for thousands of years, with no bright spots.

"The artifact is self-obscure..."

The King of the Blades shook his head, reached out his hand, and threw the War-Exterminator back into his storage ring, Lothar's soul and body had been incinerated after the overload activated the War-Exterminator, he was completely "dead", and even the two Reaperes of the world of Azeroth could not think of calling him back.

Frankly, this was a real relief for Lothar.

But the dead are dead, and the mission of those who are still alive continues, and while Tyrion closed his eyes and allowed the death energy to repair his body wounds, a high elf in black armor slowly walked out from the edge of the large platform.

This is the Black Knight, the only living member of the military system of the Darkblade Legion, the Blood Lord Myra. Dawnblade's friend, the body was brutally implanted with the fragments of Death Naru, and the elven paladin who was constantly tormented by the two opposing forces of the Holy Light and the Void, Alex. Aznab. Flame Blade.

A pathetic person who has lost himself in pain and is only left with the will for revenge is also the culprit who caused the near-death of the Blood Mother and directly triggered the ecological disaster of Quel'Salas.

"Are you here to die?"

As the Black Knight walked to the center of the platform, Tyrion's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and the King of the Dark Blades, sitting on the throne decorated with swords and frost, as well as the heads of the archdemons Akmund and Kazak, still had his eyes closed, but the appearance of the Black Knight did not hide his senses, and the latter did not even think to hide his whereabouts.

The Black Knight stood under the throne, and in the green eyes behind the black helmet, he stared at the King of the Dark Blades in front of him, the latter's looming power made him feel hopeless, he knew very well that it was impossible to complete revenge on his own, but... But Lothar was dead, at the hands of Tyrion, which completely crushed the Black Knight, who had watched the scene in its entirety.

Now, perhaps, as Tyrion said, he has come to die.

"I'm here to challenge you!"

The Black Knight gritted his teeth and pulled the hammer from his back with his backhand, and in great pain, two very different forces in his body were wrapped around the weapon, and he aimed it at Tyrion, who shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Come on! King of the Blades, come and kill me! ”

"Not in the mood... Get lost! ”

Tyrion didn't open his eyes, he wasn't in a good mood at the moment, and he wasn't in the mood to play games with such a weak man, and with a wave of his hand, the howling wind crashed into the Black Knight's body, sending him flying from the spot, flipping in the air for a few weeks, and landing on the ground behind him.

Aznab looked up, his eyes full of pain, driven by the thought of dying, and he told him everything he had done.

"Your wife, Aurelia. Windranger, about your connection to her, about your secrets, about Salein, all of this, I told Darkan! ”

"Huh"

Tyrion's eyes opened, and there was no trace of emotion in his ice-blue eyes, he opened his hand, and in the flicker of black light, the heavy ash bringer appeared in the palm of his hand, and the King of the Dark Blades stood up from his throne and walked down the stairs step by step.

"Again..."

"Heh, you're angry... Right? You also feel the pain of almost losing a loved one..."

The Black Knight rose from the ground, his shoulders shifted, and he looked at Tyrion without fear:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt Aurelia and I didn't mean to involve innocent people, but if I was given another chance, I would still do it... You've caused pain to too many people, my father, mother, who lived in Taquiline and died the night the orcs invaded the barrier, familiar, right? You killed them! ”

"And Myra... My brother, he was tempted by you to fall into darkness, and you turned him into a monster! Just as you turned me into a monster! The only reason I joined Darkblade was because I wanted to end your ugly life with my own hands... But you're too strong, so powerful that people are desperate, fate is sometimes so unreasonable, but it doesn't matter, rather than being tormented by hatred and pain, dying at your hands, maybe it's my relief..."

"Relief?"

Behind Tyrion, a rapidly spreading frost rolled on the ground of the platform, and he looked at the crazy black knight in front of him with a blank expression, and he said in a mild, eerie voice:

"Child, I promise you... You should never expect the relief you crave! You should never find a hell willing to accept you, you ugly soul! ”

"You made me like this!"

The Black Knight roared excitedly, the frenzied will colliding in his mind, causing him to swing the warhammer entwined with holy light and void in a random manner, and in the explosion of power, the strange warhammer roared and smashed into Tyrion, and then the latter caught it steadily with one hand.

"Bang, click, click"

In the diffusion of the cold power of the King of the Dark Blades, the war hammer forged by the black iron master was quickly covered in frost, and then easily crushed by Tyrion's fingers, and between the shards of steel, the black knight who had completely lost his mind clenched his fists, one hand of holy light, and the other hand of the void, like a gladiator, smashed at the opponent, but was easily flashed by Tyrion.

In the moment when the two staggered, the sword shadow brought by the sharp ash bringer pierced through the Black Knight's body from three directions, and the moment Tyrion's figure reappeared, Aznab had already collapsed to the ground bleeding all over.

"Ahem... Really... Sure enough, it's... No, I can't do it..."

"I don't hate you, poor man."

Behind him, the King of the Darkblades held the Ember Bringer in both hands, and there was no emotion in his eyes:

"There's nothing wrong with hatred, disgust, and I don't care about your hatred of me, but you shouldn't hurt Aurelia, she's innocent..."

"I... I'm so sorry..."

The Black Knight lay on his back on the cold ground, he spread his arms outstretched, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for death to come, but in the next moment, a burst of roar sounded behind the King of the Dark Blades, making the dying Black Knight open his eyes, and he saw the El Knight who should not be here, and between the changes of gaze, Aznab's figure was thrown into the sky by the Death Grip, and then was grabbed by a skeleton griffin.

Before he was completely unconscious, he saw the El Knight charging at Tyrion with his heavy sword, and the last voice he left for himself:

"You're unique, Aznab, don't let mad revenge eat away at your sanity, and don't waste your talents... Don't let my sacrifice go to waste..."

However, the next moment, the Darkblade King's finger pointed at the sky, and a sudden burst of death energy completely crushed the white-boned griffin and the body of the traitor who escaped death...

Cold flesh rains down...

Tyrion held the painful soul in his palm, and at the moment when his five fingers were clasped, the black knight's soul was wrapped in black flames, and the burning pain made the soul beat wildly, and the King of the Dark Blades looked at the high-ranking knight who was pierced by the long sword in front of him and fell to the ground, and he asked expressionlessly:

"You just said... Don't waste anything? ”