9. Those who cast themselves into the net [42/100]
"What happened? Mr. Tyrion?"
Far away in the peaks of Arak, standing in front of Styx, the lair of the fallen arakkoa, Tyrion was holding a great sword made of ice. Standing on the hillside, he could clearly see the death knights coming from behind.
Rushing into the ruins of Styx from all directions, they were like millstones of flesh and blood, grinding away the stubborn fallen arakkoa bit by bit.
Although these fallen arakkoa persevered in the attack on the Argentine Necropolis, once faced with the encirclement and suppression of the heavily armed death knights, their remaining strength became so weak and fragile that their twisted wings could not
By flying, there is no way to escape from the sea of undead set off by the knights, but is there any advantage over numbers?
Don't be kidding, in Draenor now, no race can compare with the undead in numbers.
In fact, when the first battle group entered the Arak Peaks, the fate of these fallen arakkoa who had lost their civilization and faith was already doomed.
Chapter commander Yrel stood behind Tyrion. She keenly felt Tyrion's mental fluctuations. Apparently, without her knowledge, an exchange had just been completed within the Dark Blade Knights.
"It's nothing, Yrel."
Tyrion turned around and smiled at Yrel. It was a rare gentle smile that rarely appeared on Tyrion's face.
"Ella chose her path, and after that, the rebellious Luminas also recognized her own path. This ending is perfect."
"Ella? The dwarf?"
Yrel frowned and said softly:
"I have said before that we should kill her. She is a living person and she does not belong to the world of the dead."
"Yes, that is a living person. No matter how much power you give her, no matter how generous your life is, you give her the respect she has never had before, and you give her everything you give her, when facing a real choice
Sometimes, she will still subconsciously stand on the side of the living, and her thinking and soul are incompatible with us."
Tyrion looked at the war that had no suspense in front of him, and he shook his head:
"I just wanted to find a possibility in Ella, a possibility that the living and the dead can coexist. Now it seems that maybe this experiment failed from the beginning. It just verified a truth once again, that the living
You cannot coexist with the dead."
"But those orcs, those orcs in Nagrand, Mr. Tyrion, it is said that they get along well with Mr. Grokush."
Yrel reminded: "Maybe we can copy this model and trade loyalty for survival."
"But we are dead, Yrel."
Tyrion waved his left hand, and the strong ice sword in his hand changed its shape in his palm, turning into a frost spear. He raised it, and after a short period of energy accumulation, he threw it out, and threw it out.
The fallen arakkoa who escaped grabbing the big bag were crucified on the ground.
After doing all this, Tyrion patted the remaining ice shards in his hand, and looked back at Yrel:
"What use do we need from the loyalty of living people? Will it make me feel happy if they kneel before me? Even if I accept their loyalty, will they fight for us because of it?"
"The living will only believe in the living...Death itself is our original sin. Let's not talk about this. Let the knights send the fallen arakkoa back to Auchindoun. The next one is the ruins of Tongtian Peak. We must speed up.
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When Ella opened her eyes, she saw a white tent in front of her. This is a rare color. In the dark temple, there are rarely white-decorated buildings. Tyrion and the death knights like black, and occasionally
They will appreciate blood red, but they don't like pure white, which is the color of light, and death knights hate light.
Even Ella herself feels that white is so dazzling now.
She struggled to sit up on the bed. Her whole body ached. She fell from a height of 5 meters. If Luminas hadn't controlled the force and landing point, the short dwarf would probably have suffered.
Risk of brain cracking.
"Well, you're awake?"
A gentle voice came into Ella's ears. The dwarf turned around and saw the Paladin Myra lying on the bed next to her. This guy was much worse than her. His whole body was covered with bandages. His green eyes
There was still pain throbbing inside.
"Did you save me?"
Ella rubbed her neck and asked in a low voice: "Did you bring me out of Hellfire Fortress?"
"no."
The paladin shook his head, let out a sigh of relief, and stared at the top of the tent with blank eyes: "It was those death knights who let us go."
"It's Lumi..."
Ella hugged her legs sadly and huddled in the corner of the hospital bed. She lowered her head and sobbed:
"She let us go, and she will be punished for it. Lord Tyrion is not a kind lord... Lumi is right, I am a traitor, I betrayed her, and I betrayed our friendship."
The sobs made the tent with only two people seem empty. The Paladin was silent for a moment. He sat up by the window with difficulty. He looked at the dwarf and asked in a low voice:
"That woman...her name is Luminas, right? Luminas Yanghen."
"How do you know!"
Ella suddenly raised her head and looked at the elf paladin in front of her: "I never said Lumi's last name!"
"Because I know her, I know her better than you..."
The Paladin took out two rings inlaid with red gemstones from his pocket. One was carefully maintained, and the other was covered with traces of dust and ashes, which could not be washed away by repeated polishing. Myra placed the ring in the palm of her hand.
, his eyes were full of sadness, and finally, he clenched his fingers.
"Because...if she had not died in Dysom, she would have been my wife..."
After a few minutes, Myra made up his mind. He waved the holy light in his hands and healed his body. Then he stood up, staggeredly put on his coat, and walked out of the tent.
"Where are you going?"
When the dwarf saw Myra's stubborn back, an idea immediately came to her mind, and she hurriedly stopped her:
"Don't go, Lumi will kill you!"
"I accepted the order of Prince Kael'thas and came to the Outland to look for Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, my cousin who I have met no more than three times since I was a child..."
Myra stood at the entrance of the tent, turned back to the dwarf and said:
"Apart from having the same surname and the same blood flowing in his body, Tyrion is almost like a stranger to me. The real purpose of my coming here is to find my wife... Aole
Leah told me that Lumi had become a death knight, so I had already made plans before entering the Dark Portal."
"When she needed me most, I failed to rush to her side. This pain bit my heart like a poisonous snake. I just, just didn't want to lose her again. I gave up magic and learned the Holy Light for the sake of
Save her, now it seems... the Holy Light may not be able to help me."
"I can only rely on myself."
Myra's figure disappeared into the tent. The dwarf stared blankly at the paladin going to die. Her heart was very confused. She didn't know what to do. Should she go back to Hellfire Fortress with Myra?
But will Lumi let her go? Will Tyrion let her go?
It was enough to bear the fear of approaching death once, and after getting rid of the death knights, she still wanted to go back to Gnomeregan. She also wanted to go back to see her sister. In the painful emotion, Ella curled up and said:
Ashamed of his own cowardice and cowardice.
But this is not her fault. She is just a weak dwarf. Maybe things will change in the future, but right now, she has no power to fight against fear.
"Block! Block these corpses!"
General Danas waved his arms, and groups of soldiers ran in the position. The griffin knights quickly rose into the air, throwing alchemy bombs on the heads of these undead, and the flames that burst out in the dark red barren wasteland would be awakened.
The undead were burned to ashes, and at the front of the alliance's forward base, the warriors and paladins held up large shields, taking advantage of the terrain, and with the help of mages, resisted the tide of undead rushing from below.
The land near the Dark Portal was filled with undead souls who didn't know where they came from. After Myra brought the dwarf back to the camp, they began to besiege the place. It was like an awakened evil, so they still stayed in the camp.
The commanders inside were extremely anxious.
Fortunately, the location chosen by the advance base is very advantageous. If the undead do not send out the air legion, relying on these fragile zombies and skeletons, it will be difficult for them to break through the alliance's front in a short time.
"Look there! Danas!"
The Archmage Khadgar, who was standing next to the general, blessed Danas with the Eagle Eye Technique. Following Khadgar's fingers, he saw that on the periphery of this sensational sea of the undead, those cruising around on skeleton war horses and
The death knight on the death thunder elephant made Danas take a breath.
In his eyes, the number of death knights wearing black armor was at least 300, and according to the news brought back by Myra, there were definitely more than just such a few death knights in that fortress...
"Why don't they attack?"
General Danas looked back at Khadgar: "If the Death Knights join the battle, our outposts are likely to collapse. Why don't they attack?"
"They keep waking up the bodies buried in the ground!"
The archmage's face was gloomy, and he whispered:
"They are using these walking skeletons to consume our energy. When we are exhausted, they will join the battle and then launch the final attack. They are really cunning undead!"
"We need backup! Obviously!"
Turalyon on his war horse rushed to Danath's side. He turned back and pointed at the frontline position. The sea of corpses trembling there made people feel desperate just by looking at it. The paladin shouted loudly:
"Khadgar, reopen the Dark Portal. We need support from the Alliance. There are too many corpses!"
"no!"
The archmage took out the dragon scale gem in his hand. He took a look at the cracks in the gem and replied:
"This gem can only support the opening of the Dark Portal one more time. If it is used now, we can only return to Azeroth... The artifact is still there! We have to retreat in such an awkward manner!"
"I'm not willing to be beaten back by these corpses... This is too damned!"
Danas grabbed the hat on his head and threw it aside. He rubbed his chin and looked at the map at hand repeatedly. Finally, he grabbed Turalyon's arm and said to the Paladin:
"Go get help! Turalyon."
"Where to go?"
Turalyon's eyes widened: "Where do we have reinforcements?"
"Go to the city in the north. Didn't you say that you can hear the hymn of the Holy Light there? Since it is calling you, you should take the initiative to go there... No matter what race or existence, as long as they can support us! That is enough!
"
Danath pointed to the northern sky and said to Turalyon:
"Kurdran's griffins will send you there as quickly as possible! Look at the number of these undead, we can last for up to 2 days!"
"I know! Leave it to me!"
Turalyon dismounted and quickly walked towards the gryphon cage. After he left, Khadgar hesitated and said to Danas:
"Is this really good? An unknown force comes into contact rashly..."
"There's nothing we can do about it right now."
Danas was also worried, but looking back at the skeletons scattered all over his field of vision, he had no other solution.
At the critical moment when the Alliance's forward base was surrounded by the sea of undead, on the top floor of Hellfire Citadel, in the hall where Tyrion and Ner'zhul had fought, Luminas, who had put on a suit of armor, was
Standing there, she looked indifferently at the surrounded Alliance base in the distance, playing with the jewelry Ner'zhul gave her in her hands, her dark red eyes showing no emotion.
"Ella...are you there too?"
"Lord...we have captured a prisoner!"
Behind Luminas, the high-level Draenei knight reported in a deep voice:
"It's a human paladin, the one we let go before! He said he wanted to see you!"
"What do you want to see me for?"
Luminas waved her hand:
"Since they are prisoners, they should be executed."
The Death Lord's tone was indifferent, but the high-ranking knight had his own thoughts. He did not follow the order, but lowered his voice:
"He said his name is Myra, the Blade of Dawn, and he is you... your lover."
"Pa"
The priceless jewelry in Luminas's hand was directly crushed. Amidst the crisp sound of the gems falling to the ground, the eyes of the death knight lady changed. A different emotion was outlined on her cheeks, and she reorganized.
