The fog of death that shrouded several cities in the entire world of Knossos dissipated as promised at dawn three days later.
Soothed by the green sunshine of this demonic world, these demonic cities surrounded by rolling quicksand seemed to have been washed by running water, washing away all the haze, malice and darkness, and at the same time using something deeper to wash them away.
It's filled in completely.
In that deathly foggy death realm, 70% of the demons on this planet died silently in the sudden arrival of the Kingdom of Death, choked by the materialized death, always bringing pain to other lives.
With destruction, they also experienced the tragic situation of their home being destroyed and the world withered.
This was not just a declaration of war from the victims, it was more like a planned massacre.
The Scourge Knight, who completely let go of his hand, waved the Staff of Death Mist. Hundreds of thousands of soul-absorbing Death Gods followed him to bring about the end. Wherever he went, everything became dim. The weak ones would be killed.
The souls and lives are harvested together. Those who are powerful and can survive the torture of the fog of death will be regarded as targets for slaughter by the dark knights.
Twelve of the 13 Dread Lord cities in Xoroth were razed to the ground. The last city was filled with fearful demons. They watched in horror as the blue mist enveloped the last city. They resisted.
They have struggled, but the result of resistance and struggle is only the end of a more violent death. No one can defeat the knight who brings the mist, or even stop it.
In the mist, every beating of the black shadow would be accompanied by a scream of fear. They were desperately waiting for the final destruction, but... the Scourge Knight let them go.
Just as he appeared, he disappeared silently. At the moment when the green sunlight representing the devil's redemption rose on the third day, the fog of death surrounding the city of despair quietly dispersed, revealing the body of death below.
The vast yellow sand was soaked, and everything seemed to be back to normal.
But no one wants to stay in this world of death.
Hundreds of thousands of demons in the last city boarded the starship as quickly as possible, abandoned everything, and sailed toward the stars.
The scene of nearly a hundred of the Dread Lord's colonial starships flying into the sky was seen by the two death knights standing in the desert. Kurtaz and Dathrohan were riding on death horses. They looked at those who were flying.
The fleeing demons entered the stars, but they had no intention of stopping them.
"He put them back to convey the news of our counterattack and to attract the attention of a more terrifying enemy."
The dwarf death knight Kurtaz let the scorching yellow sand beat against his cold body. Under the green sunlight, the dwarf seemed to be cast in a unique halo. He said:
"It's like in some wars in Azeroth, releasing completely frightened prisoners, and then letting the defeated ones spread the glory and terror of the victors to the entire world... But I don't think he has yet
So boring, is there any meaning behind this matter that I haven’t understood yet?”
Facing the dwarf's question, Dathrohan did not answer immediately. Watching the fleets ignited with blue flames and rushed into the sky, he set his sights on the outline of the demonic city in the distance wrapped in rolling yellow sand.
After a few minutes, he whispered:
"This is another test, which means that the most cruel war is coming."
"That's his usual method. With a wave of his hand, he gave us a world. Now it's up to us to express our "sincerity" and prove that we are worthy of this "gift". Yes, these escaped demons
News of our presence here will be sent back to the Burning Legion, and then he will get the enemies he wants, and we will get the war we must face."
Dathrohan's eyes lowered and he said:
"Just like before, he has his wars and we have our opponents."
"Go, knights, occupy that city and gather all available resources! There is not much time left for us!"
Under Dathrohan's order, groups of death knights wearing black armor, carrying hot weapons on their backs, and wearing swords and battle axes, rode over the scorching vast sand dunes and advanced rapidly towards the distant demon city.
, the black cloaks fluttering in the green sunlight, making these death knights look full of power.
But Kurtaz and Dathrohan did not follow them. They still stood on the same sand dune, their figures becoming somewhat blurred in the hot sand storm.
"Okay, I knew it."
The dwarf shrugged slightly unhappily, and looked at Dathrohan:
"There is another question. I have heard about the negotiations between you and the Holy Light Church. Do you really want to sign the terms they proposed? Incorporate the Order into the system of Holy Light faith and civilization and become the so-called "Never"
Dormant Guardian of Civilization", you should know that once we enter that system, it is equivalent to us entering the world of the living again."
"I don't care about this, but..."
Kurtaz said with some concern:
"What's his opinion? Would he agree with our definition of 'death'?"
"Why wouldn't he agree?"
A sincere smile appeared on Dathrohan's pale face, which made the bald man look less indifferent. He said:
"It's just a name. Expressing goodwill and redefining ourselves will bring us a steady stream of troops and greatly increase our probability of holding on to this star battlefield. Politics, beliefs, these issues are not what we should care about.
We have only one identity from beginning to end, that is, warriors! Our destination is on the battlefield, not the so-called faith."
"What's more, do you think he doesn't know if I don't tell you? If he didn't agree, then the terrifyingly powerful Knight of Scourge would turn around and destroy us after destroying the world, but he didn't do that...
.This represents a little recognition and indulgence.”
"Oh, by the way, there is also good news."
Dathrohan stretched out his hand and lightly snapped his fingers. Behind him, a dark red door beating with the power of death opened in the vast yellow sand. Along with the rhythm of the dark red death energy, a man wearing heavy armor,
The figure carrying a heavy sword slowly walked in from the other side of the door. It was a tall human being with ferocious scars on his face, which represented his past and present identity.
When he saw the face under the black-horned battle helmet, the dwarf death knight exclaimed:
"Gavin Ladd!"
"Yes, it's me!"
The last great knight of the Silver Hand, who has been dead for almost ten years and has been almost completely forgotten by everyone, moved his body. A faint blue light shone in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and said hello to the dwarf. In that cold place
On his face, a slightly cold smile danced:
"Long time no see, Kurtaz."
"I heard the call of war, and therefore I returned from the grave."
"Death Knight Gavin Ladd. Doom, returns to the battlefield!"
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In distant Azeroth, in Kalimdor, the human cities in Thousand Needles are all built of white boulders. The White Tower City Port, known as the "City of Holy Light", is located in the Thousand Needles Forest.
Today's city square is filled with crowds of believers of the Holy Light. There is almost no open space to stay in this huge square. Believers who come from various cities to make pilgrimages are everywhere.
Although in the eastern continent and in the federal-controlled areas, Holy Light True Faith is a little dim, in the empire itself, Holy Light True Faith still maintains its identity as the "state religion", driven by the returned "Saint" Archbishop Chaldea Morgan.
, Shengguang Zhengxin is using a broad attitude to tolerate other faiths that have newly entered the empire, but maintains absolute suppression of them.
Even in the society of the theocratic country Kaldorei, the first batch of elves who believed in the Holy Light appeared.
The tauren who follow the ancient way of the Sun Walkers also became a branch of the Holy Light Faith a year ago.
Not to mention the flourishing teachings of the Holy Light of the High Elves in Feralas, and the unchanging way of the Holy Light of the Draenei people in the distant continent of Northrend.
After a series of improvements, this ancient faith was reborn amidst pain and suffering and gained new vitality. It has become a very important part of the civilization of Kalimdor.
Today, His Majesty Alonsos Faol, who enjoys a high reputation, will release a new "Holy Light Declaration" in the city hall of White Tower City Port. This is a sacred moment that no true believer should miss.
For those believers who were unable to come to the scene, with the help of Dalaran mages, there were "live broadcasts" of this holy light sermon in various human kingdoms and even cities of other civilizations.
On those magical projections, believers can feel immersed in the scene.
The somewhat chaotic political situation recently has become calmer because of this sudden sermon. Any nobleman with brains knows that he cannot offend the Pope. In the case of the lack of an emperor in the human empire, Fa Aomian
He is the person with the highest status in the entire empire, and the most terrible thing is that if the pope declares that a certain noble is impure, then that unlucky guy may not survive the dawn of the next day.
Never underestimate the terrifying destructive power of fanatic believers, especially many fanatic believers who have a place in the national system.
At noon, Fa'ao, who was wearing a white robe and a crown of holy light, appeared on the rooftop of the city square on time. The moment the old man appeared, there was a roar like a mountain and a tsunami.
The call, like a wildly surging tide, echoed in the square. The fanatical believers raised their hands and called out the name of the Holy Light. In this sacred and warm atmosphere, many people shed tears with excitement.
tears.
And under Fa'ao's crown, this old man already needs crutches to support when walking, his waist is stooped, his face is full of age spots, his eyes are no longer clear, but his white-haired old man has a calm expression. In his long life, he has seen
With such scenes, he even believes in the importance and danger of faith. Therefore, in the past few decades, the Pope has strict requirements on himself and will never express any views on politics or important matters.
Because he knew that one of his unintentional words could trigger a terrible turmoil in the empire.
But today, he must make a judgment on some of the threats facing the world. He must guide the power of faith and put it into the path of righteous faith. He will personally kick off a holy war, and countless people may die in it.
In this war, but... it has to be done.
The Holy Light exists to protect the weak and to protect hope. If the Holy Light cannot make its voice heard in this war that will determine the fate of the world, then this kind of righteous faith will lose its power.
The Pope walked forward with a cane. Beside him, the Chaldean Archbishop in a linen robe wanted to extend his hand to help him, but the Pope refused.
The stubborn old man's fire of life was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, but he ignited the rest of his life together. At the last moment of his life, in this old and decaying body, the blazing flame
The burning fire of life was so surging that it supported the old man to continue moving forward until he collapsed completely.
Every time the Pope took a step forward, the holy light on his body became warmer and brighter. With the support of this sacred power, his waist straightened again and his expression became more determined, but
This is at the cost of burning yourself.
He is too old.
He was already a little out of his depth.
"Believers of the Holy Light...raise your heads and look up to the sky!"
Pope Fao's deep voice sounded in the city square, as if a switch was turned on. The entire square and even the whole world seemed to be quiet, listening to the old man's voice.
"Between the stars we cannot see, a dark war has been ignited. It is ignited from the depths of the Twisting Nether, fueled by greed and brutality, guided by the cries of the innocent and the deaths of the victims. It is among the stars.
Countless murders were committed, countless fellow Holy Light compatriots, and countless lives were all annihilated in this burning black fire."
"This is the beginning, continuation and end of the suffering of the stars, and we, our world, our loved ones, and even ourselves are also the next victims of this disaster."
"Devils, they howl into our world, killing our children and parents, destroying our hopes."
"We cannot forget how cruelly the devil destroyed our homeland in our homeland."
"We must not forget how the demons brutally obstructed us and tried to destroy us when the empire suffered a catastrophe and moved to the new land given by the Holy Light."
"Believers of the Holy Light, the Holy Light teaches you that you have always loved our lives and lives in the most passionate and loving way, but this does not mean that the Holy Light will succumb to the burning evil when it casts its coveted eyes on us.
When the time comes, our warriors will still respond with swords."
"The never-sleeping guards of the Holy Light, the warriors who have returned from the dead, have been fighting with the demons in the stars. They have occupied the evil land of the demons and burned the flames of war into their world. This war is just and sacred.
, is a righteous act to protect hope and protect our world!"
"The living and the dead who fought fiercely on the battlefield are convinced that this world is worth saving! It will last forever because of the dedication of the warriors!"
"Every one of our lives is worth saving!"
"Because every kind person can dedicate everything to the right things!"
"Believers of the Holy Light! I am here to call you in the name of the Holy Light, pick up your weapons, let your faith guard your hearts, follow the guidance of the Holy Light, and set foot on the glorious battlefield of the stars!"
Fa'ao's voice became more and more exciting. He raised his left hand, and on the skinny arm, his fingers clenched into a fist, just like the first roar of the Holy Light when the demon attacked.
"Hope comes from Azeroth! Warriors come from Azeroth! Crusader warriors who defeat demons come from Azeroth!"
"Believers of the Holy Light!"
"The eternal battle with the devil! Begins!"
ps:
A boring life is hell, and the blood blooming on the fingertips, the temperature as life passes, and the strange light shining in the eyes of the dead. For Crow, that second is the real paradise. His hands are stained with blood, and he stands
In the reflection of the sky, behind him, the dark crows scream, waiting for the feast to begin, he walks in the darkness, he serves...and so on!
It seems that he has not seen the light yet in his life...
Highly recommended, a dark story... The Prodigal Son of the Capital - "The Capital of the Seven Realms"
