There was nothing in the darkness, except for the crisp sound of running water on the ground. It was so clear in this cave covered with moss and broken stones that there was even an inaudible echo.
Every building has its own shadow. Rats shuttle in the shadow. They hate the sun and dedicate themselves to darkness, trying to find peace in the darkness.
Those who worship darkness are not all bad people, maybe they are just a group of humble homeless people.
"That's mine! That's mine!"
A miserable voice sounded in the darkness of the sewer, and then two entangled shadows rolled out of the darkness. They were fighting for something. The humble power of their twisted bodies splashed water on the ground,
The abnormal viciousness and madness among the fists exchanged made those who saw it feel numb.
In the dim light of the sewer, the two figures wrestling together were so stooped, like rats magnified ten times, with dirty tails, vicious eyes, full of sharp teeth, and mouths without lips.
, and the tentacles covering the chin, the fleeting eyes and face are full of wrinkles,
It's like the punishment of time, making these creatures hiding in the darkness as ugly as the darkness they live in.
"That's mine!"
A voice let out a shrill cry, and his body was kicked into the water. In the cold water, he struggled hard, waving his hands on the ground, and quickly grabbed a stone. He turned around and looked
Looking at the bastard who stole his "treasure", he screamed and rushed towards him.
"Bang"
Blood, hot blood, sharp stones smashed through the skull. The guy who was snatching the treasure in front of him shook his body and fell into the water. The "treasure" held by his hands fell to the side. The purple-black crystal
The fragments were also covered in blood.
"Pa"
The assailant seemed frightened by his actions. He grabbed the blood-stained stone and took a few trembling steps back. The torn robe on his body caught his legs, causing him to fall to the ground. He looked at
Seeing the blood stains spreading in the water in front of him, he scratched the ground with his hands, threw the blood-stained stones aside, and hid in a dark corner.
Shivering.
"What did I do...I...I killed someone!"
"Ahhh!"
This weird creature held its head and let out a low and painful roar. He curled up his body and buried his head in his chest, as if this way he could escape the cruel reality.
"Akama will kill me... No! Akama, no, I didn't mean it!"
"It's him! He wants to steal my treasure! It's him! He...he deserves to die!"
"Yes! He deserves to die!"
The murderer seemed to have convinced himself, but his mental state may have been unstable. After a few minutes, the guy walked out of the darkness and picked up the blood-stained crystal fragments on the ground. He carefully placed the fragments in his worn robe.
Wiping it clean, he lifted the fragment. In the dim light, the fragment reflected a dark light.
Just like the light reflected by crystals and gems, the dark luster shines on this ugly face, and the small eyes also shine with the light of obsession.
"Baby, my baby."
He murmured to himself, as if all his mind was absorbed by the crystal in his hand.
"Keng"
A deep sound made him suddenly retract his hand and clutch the crystal to his chest. He looked around suspiciously. He lowered his head and saw the corpse at his feet. A trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes.
He swung his foot and kicked the corpse under his feet into a pool not far away.
"We can't let Akama know."
The guy murmured to himself. He turned to look at the top of the giant sewer, the entrance. He thought for a moment, then picked up his robe, stepped on the cold water, and ran towards the entrance.
"I'm leaving here! Take my baby and leave forever! Akama won't know!"
The sudden thought made the lost man very happy. He thought he had found a way to avoid punishment. Just like a mouse, he climbed up to the high platform of the sewer with difficulty, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the cold sewer iron gate. After a moment
, with the sound of gears turning, this hidden entrance opened.
The Lost Man holding the crystal let out a triumphant laugh, but when he just crawled out of the cold sewer, a tall shadow enveloped his twisted body.
The Lost One felt the coldness in the air in front of him. He shuddered. He raised his head and saw a pair of dark red eyes that exuded endless chill in the darkness, like a predator patrolling in the darkness.
Same.
"ah!"
A horrifying scream sounded in the dark night, completely breaking the dead silence of the dark temple.
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Death knight Yrel tilted his head and looked at the Lost One who was only two-thirds of her height in front of him. The guy who fled in a hurry was pinned to the ground by two death knights who had surrendered. He was struggling crazily and making harsh noises from time to time.
's screams.
Yrel didn't know why the High Lord sent her to search the sewers of the Black Temple, but now it seemed that Lord Tyrion wanted her to capture these... "rats" hiding in the sewers.
This guy is a creature that Yrel has never seen before. At least before she died 10 years ago, Draenor should not have had this kind of creature. However, Yrel felt a strange feeling from the twisted guy in front of him.
familiar.
"Get him!"
Yrel gave the order in a hoarse voice. The two surrendered death knights hurriedly grabbed the lost man's head and lifted him up from the ground arrogantly. The purple-black crystal held in his arms also fell to the ground.
on the ground.
"kindness?"
The Draenei Death Knight bent down and took the crystal shard on the ground in her hand, her expression changed.
"Kara's fragments! Are you collecting these too?"
Yrel pulled out the war hammer from behind with his backhand. This was a weapon with a strong Draenei style. The top of the war hammer made of crystal and steel was wrapped with beating undead runes. After Yrel injected the death energy
, the rune was lit, and a physical cold aura wrapped around the war hammer, like a shining frost storm.
"Pa"
The cold war hammer touched the chin of the lost man in front of him, forcing his head to lift up. In just a moment of contact, the body of the lost man was covered with a thin layer of white frost. The cold that penetrated into the bone marrow made Lost
The patient's body trembled even more violently.
He felt a mortal threat, and he was afraid.
"Are there any more fragments like this?"
Yrel asked in a deep voice, using pure Draenei language. This voice made the Lost One stunned for a moment, but when he saw the red light shining in Yrel's eyes, he struggled in fear again,
Screaming, roaring, acting as if he didn't understand Yrel's voice at all.
This made the death knight quickly lose patience.
"Click"
Yrel's cold gauntlet clasped the Lost One's neck and pulled him to his eyes. The Death Knight whispered in his trademark hoarse voice:
"I know you understand, tell me, do you still have these fragments?"
"If you don't tell me, you will die... Anyway, there are enough rats in the sewers. There must be some of you who cherish life, huh?"
"Kaka"
The steel gauntlet slowly tightened. Under the blessing of this irresistible dark power, the lost man could feel that the air was being squeezed out of his lungs, bit by bit, like the god of death.
He tightened the shackles bit by bit, and the lower half of his body was quickly frozen by the cold breath emanating from Yrel's body, which made him tremble non-stop. When Yrel's fingers tightened again,
, he finally collapsed.
"No! Don't kill me."
He shouted for mercy, in Draenei language. Probably because his body was distorted, the sound was very harsh and unpleasant, like the sound of tearing cloth.
"Bang"
The Lost One was thrown to the ground. He covered his neck and breathed heavily. Yrel stepped forward, and the frost-covered war hammer hit the ground in front of the Lost One, making him horrified.
He moved backwards, but was blocked by the death knight behind him.
"I said! I said...babies, the babies are all at Akama's place! Many, many...he has them all for himself! He deserves to die!"
"Akama?"
This familiar name made Yirel tighten her grip on the weapon, the dark red light in her eyes became sharp, and she asked in a low voice:
"How many of you are there?"
"300, no, 500, no, I don't know, a lot...we have a lot of people!"
This answer made Yrel's face darken. She turned to look at the death knight beside her and whispered:
"Gather more people, let's go in!"
"As you command!"
Ten minutes later, Yrel led the Death Knights and Dark Rangers and rushed into the sewers. The captured Lost One was forced to serve as a guide. They moved forward quickly in the darkness. Soon, they came to the Lost Ones.
A hiding place.
Yrel, who was born in Shadowmoon Valley, heard many strange stories when he was alive. In those stories, the sewers of Karabor Temple were like a complex maze with many dark creatures hidden in it. But when you really step into it,
Only after arriving here did Yrel see the true face of the sewer. Frankly speaking, it was no smaller than the upper level of the Dark Temple, and there were traces of manual excavation in many places.
"The prisoner didn't lie, there are a lot of rats here!"
"Spread out! In the name of Lord Tyrion, catch them!"
Under Yrel's order, the Dark Rangers and Death Knights dispersed and rushed into different tunnels. The bodies of these lost people had been severely degraded. Living in the void energy for a long time had made their bodies shrink, their strength weak, and their personalities...
And his will has become fragmented, and he is no match for the ruthless death knights.
Yrel himself, led by the captives, went all the way deep into the sewers. The news of the death knights' entry seemed to have spread. There were screams of panicked lost people everywhere. They didn't even think about it.
They resisted, scurrying around like headless flies. When the Death Knight approached, they even buried their heads on the ground and shivered like ostriches.
If Tyrion hadn't ordered them to be captured alive, the death knights brought by Yrel might not have needed 30 minutes to kill all these non-threatening guys.
"There! Right there! Baby and Akama are there!"
The prisoner with chains tied around his neck pointed to a simple stone house at the end of the sewer and shouted to Yrel, who strode into the stone house holding a warhammer.
The darkness could not block the eyes of the death knight. The moment he stepped into the stone house, two sharp blades of light staggered and slashed at Yrel's body, but they were easily blocked by the sturdy war hammer.
"Bang bang"
With two soft sounds, Yrel took a step back. Beating emotions surged in her heart, like a ball of fire. The death knight stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and held the warhammer with both hands. The howling cold sound
A frost storm surged around her body, and with a hoarse cry, Yrel, wearing heavy black armor, rushed into the darkness in front of her like a tank.
"Bang"
The huge death energy from Tyrion strengthened Yrel's body, and she was familiar with the martial arts taught by Grokush. As the warhammer runes beat, the swaying frost hit the front like hail, making the person hiding behind
The sneak attacker in the dark has nowhere to hide, so he can only choose to confront him head-on.
The two dark golden scythes wrapped with chains slashed at the violent death knight from the left to the right. The moment before the sharp blades cut into Yrel's body, the Draenei death knight flicked his fingers, and a layer of bright red
An energy shield appeared on her body, knocking away the incoming scythe. The war hammer swung with both hands swung outward, and the sneak attacker who couldn't dodge was hit in the chest.
"boom"
This powerful and heavy blow blasted the attacker's body through the darkness, directly into the cold water at his feet. The attacker wearing a black hood lay on the ground, with chains wrapped around his body.
The blow caused him great pain, and he struggled to get up, but the next moment, Yrel's hoof-like left foot stepped on the sneaker's back, brutishly pressing him to the ground again.
Yrel moved her fingers, and the scythe scattered on the ground was caught in the grip of death. She looked at this strange weapon, and the violent fighting spirit in her eyes slowly dissipated. After a moment, her eyes changed again.
Leng Bing, she said softly:
"Long time no see... Dear Archbishop Akama!"
This sound stopped the attacker's struggle for a moment. He turned his head with difficulty and saw the death knight in the darkness. Finally, he let out a long sigh and did not give up resistance:
"Chosen...Yrel, the darkness has twisted you and me...have you also become...a monster?"
