Heavy breathing sounded in the darkness. In front of Dai Lin's eyes, the cold seawater was like a monster in a nightmare, frantically afraid of hitting his body. The cold water was like a tentacle of death, each one making people feel...
Creepy.
He desperately broke free from the shackles of the sea water and rushed his head out of the water. The sky above his head was an ominous blood red, like the scene of the end of the world. He heard the soldiers' shouts of killing, and he saw those with red wings flapping.
The demon wrapped fire around his fleet.
He also saw his son Drake, who bravely confronted the monster, but the next moment, his body was submerged in the fire spewed by the monster.
"No!"
Dai Lin suddenly woke up from the nightmare. He straightened up from the cold beach. His breathing was heavy. But after looking around, he found that it was just a nightmare. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a wave of pain came from his body.
The severe pain made the general couldn't help but cover his abdomen, where there were wounds scratched by the debris of the explosion.
His hands were also covered with burns from dragon fire, but he survived.
The sea water lapped at the white beach in front of him. Dai Lin raised his head and could see the scorching sunshine, which made him squint his eyes. Soon, a feeling of anxiety rushed into Dai Lin's heart. He struggled
Stand up.
"Drake...my son."
He turned around, and the admiral's eyes tightened at this moment. Behind him, a figure in a black cloak was facing him, sitting on a stone on the beach, while a skeleton war horse with blood-red eyes was quiet.
Standing beside this figure, the most important thing is that his son Derek is being carried on the horse in a comatose posture.
"Who are you! Stranger...did you save us?"
The admiral did not immediately step forward to check on his son's injuries. His fingers touched his waist, where the weapons he never left were stored, but he found nothing where he started.
"Are you looking for this? Mr. Admiral."
The dark figure seemed to be able to anticipate Dai Lin's movements. He stretched out his hand, and a black, well-made, short-barreled pistol handmade by a dwarf master and engraved with the royal emblem of Kul Tiras was placed on his hand.
The hands are beating.
The stranger's voice was hoarse and cold, and his actions made Dai Lin wary. But the next moment, the guy stood up, turned around and stood in front of Dai Lin. That familiar face almost made the general
Scream it out.
"Am I really a stranger? Your Majesty Dai Lin...are you too forgetful?"
"Mr. Tyrion!"
There was a hint of joy in Dai Lin's voice. Of course, he had not forgotten the ranger in front of him. When they were in Nanhai Town, he and his companions saved Dai Lin and Drake once. Now, near Tideluo Island, he
Saved them again.
"Praise the Holy Light!"
Dai Lin took a step forward, but his perception was so keen. When he was close to Tyrion, he clearly felt the strong breath of death coming from the savior in front of him, the cold,
It's as if it's trying to strangle one's throat, a temperament that is incompatible with the living.
This stopped him in his tracks.
A jerky smile appeared on Tyrion's face. He looked playfully at the uncertain-looking admiral in front of him and said softly:
"Your guess is correct, Mr. Dai Lin, I am dead..."
"Death Knight?"
Dai Lin participated in the war in the Hillsbrad Hills. He saw with his own eyes how the death knights of the tribe cruelly played with the dead. For Dai Lin, who believed in the Holy Light, they were simply the ugliest monsters. He
I also heard about the tragedy at Durnholde Castle. The death knights of the tribe raided there and killed the outstanding Major General Blackmore. They polluted the important fortress of the Alliance, which directly caused the tribe to flee.
If Durnholde Castle is still there, the hill tribes will not be able to retreat so easily.
"Yes, the evil death knight."
Tyrion shrugged, Daelin's pistol jumped between his fingers, his ice-blue eyes looked at the admiral in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:
"I barely need perception to know what you are thinking! Yes, I destroyed Durnholde Castle, I killed Blackmoore, I also had a share in the invasion of Quel'Thalas, and the Great Knight of Light added
Venrad also died in my hands. Look, facing me who has done such evil things, will the great Admiral Dailin want to destroy me on behalf of the Holy Light?"
"Pa"
The cold pistol was thrown at Dailin's feet, and Tyrion spread his hands:
"Then come on, Mr. Dai Lin, kill me and make you a real hero."
Dailin bent down and picked up the pistol. His fingers rubbed the cold weapon. Finally, he raised his head, looked at Tyrion calmly, and put the pistol back into the holster of his belt.
"No, I refuse!"
"Um?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he asked in a low voice:
"Is it because I saved you and your son? It doesn't need to be like this. You see, I am so evil. I have a purpose in saving you. You don't need to feel ashamed about it. You killed me. This is the Holy Light.
the will of."
"Besides this, I also know that your conscience is still intact! Mr. Tyrion."
Dai Lin's face turned pale, and he coughed lightly:
"I heard from Prince Arthas who now lives in Kul Tiras that when the prince and princess faced the orcs, it was a weird elf death knight who saved them. That was you, right? Terry
Ang...you saved the children, your conscience is still intact!"
"conscience?"
Tyrion let out a chuckle: "Are you sure I have that?"
Dai Lin did not answer, and there was silence between the two. After a moment, Tyrion talked about another topic. His fingers were placed on the shoulders of the unconscious Prince Drake. This action made Dai Lin's fingers immediately help him.
On the handle of the gun at the waist.
Tyrion turned around and looked at Dai Lin's actions, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
"Your performance is not as high-sounding as you said, but I am not here to discuss the philosophy of life and death with you. Mr. Dai Lin, I said, I saved you for a purpose. Your son Derek should have died.
In this naval battle, I changed his tragic fate and pulled him back from the shadow of death. You don't have to believe my nonsense, but you have to pay the price for it..."
"What's the price?"
Dai Lin did not move his fingers from the weapon. He looked at Tyrion, who easily lifted Drake out of the skeleton horse with one hand and threw him to Dai Lin, who hurriedly lifted himself
With his son in his arms, he squatted on the ground and looked at Drake's body carefully.
His Majesty the Prince was in a very bad condition. The debris from the explosion pierced his heart, less than a palm away from his heart. His whole body was covered with burns from the flames. He looked extremely miserable.
But his wound had been frozen, which prevented him from losing a lot of blood, and the blood in his body still flowed despite the serious injury, which ensured the prince's survival.
After confirming that Drake was not in danger for the time being, Dai Lin breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head. The next moment, the cold sword exuding cold air was pressed against his neck, and the sudden thought of the extremely cold and chilling
The sound of numb scalp.
"The price is...your life!"
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"Your Majesty, it is so comforting to see you safe and sound."
The heavily surrounded boat leaned against the edge of the battleship. Knight Cyrus stretched out his hand to pull Dai Lin out of the boat, but His Majesty the King shook his head and sent his unconscious son to the deck with both hands.
"Go find Mr. Chaldea!"
Cyrus took a look at the condition of His Highness the Prince and hurriedly shouted to the knight beside him. Not long after, a transport boat carried the Chaldean priest to the ship where Dai Lin was staying temporarily and began to treat the unconscious prince.
Injury.
However, when he felt the normal flow of blood in the veins of His Royal Highness, who should have been seriously injured and in shock, and the strange ice marks on the wound, he became famous for saving thousands of soldiers at Durnholde Castle.
The eyes of the Chaldean priest, who was even called a "saint", suddenly shrank.
If his guess was correct, he probably knew how the prince and His Majesty Dai Lin survived.
This also made the Chaldean Priest feel helpless in his heart. He thought that if he followed His Majesty Dai Lin's fleet into the sea, he would not encounter the dark shadow that entangled his fate, but he did not expect that the hidden terror was still there.
Follow you like a shadow.
While Prince Drake was receiving treatment, Admiral Dai Lin was sitting in his captain's cabin. He excused himself from mental illness and handed over command to another commander, while he himself was in this dark place.
The captain was thinking about something in the cabin, with the absolutely loyal knight Cyrus standing by to protect his king at all times.
"Sellers, tell me, is there such a thing as fate?"
King Dailin suddenly asked in the darkness: "Have you ever had that experience? Faced with a difficult problem of fate, you were in a dilemma, and in the end you could only choose an answer that was not so bad."
This strange question was not likely to be asked by Dai Lin, but the knight just hesitated for a moment and said:
"Your Majesty, you know that I was born in Drustvar. That ghost place is the most superstitious place in Kul Tiras. I have been used to hearing horror stories about witches and the dark forest since I was a child."
"Yeah, I know."
Dai Lin thought of his hometown, and a smile appeared on his lips. He took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet behind his back, opened it, took out two more glasses, and sat in the dark with his knight to chat.
Cyrus did not think this behavior was weird. In fact, as a veteran, he believed that Dai Lin's behavior at this time was normal. Any experience of brushing against death will change a person.
His Majesty Dai Lin took a sip of wine to relieve his nervousness. He said slowly:
"I also grew up listening to the legends of Ashar in the Heart of the Forest and the Knights of Ashes, but Drustvar..."
The king frowned: "The mages of Dalaran have been there more than once. There are indeed some dark forces there that we haven't discovered yet."
"Yes, so I believe in fate, Your Majesty."
Cyrus put the heavy sword in his hand, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. In the sweetness of the wine, the veteran recalled his past.
"That was when I was a child. I was playing in the forest with a group of children. Although the adults kept warning us that there was darkness and witches hidden in the forest, children were not afraid of them, until I lost my footing and fell into a cave in the forest.
, there are all twisted corpses inside, and they don’t look like people who died normally at all. Your Majesty, you know that some people go missing in our place every year."
Dai Lin nodded, but said nothing. He was also attracted by the story of the great knight.
"I was so scared that I hid in the dark for maybe...well, a day and a night. I felt something in the dark. I didn't know whether to run or stay there and wait for rescue until
When I was so hungry that I couldn't stand it anymore, I mustered up the courage and ran towards the dark tunnel. I could feel that thing chasing me behind me! Even now, my scalp gets numb when I think of my childhood experience. It's true.
..."
"I thought I was going to die...until the moment I tried my best to break out of the darkness, I saw..."
The knight paused, probably because the memory was too thrilling. He took a big sip of wine and said to the king:
"I saw Asal, the heart of the forest! That sturdy stag, like the most magnificent god, came to me. It screamed into the darkness, waving its sword-like antlers, and it protected me...
.Since then, Your Majesty, I have known that fate does exist...and that it is all around us."
Cyrus stretched out his hand and lit the spar lamp. He looked at his master solemnly and said in a deep voice:
"But courage is equally important. Destiny is darkness and courage is candlelight. No matter how powerful the darkness is, it only needs a little fire to illuminate it completely."
Dai Lin looked at the spar lamp that dispersed the darkness. The light in his eyes slowly lit up. He took a sip of wine and nodded to Cyrus:
"I understand, Cyrus, thank you."
"It's enough time to rest, Cyrus, raise my flag... let's set sail and kill those green-skinned orcs!"
The great knight nodded. In the light of the fire, his master was back... Dai Lin was truly back.
