10. Blood of the same origin. The fate of Myra [43/100]
Walking on a land infested by the undead is a very difficult thing.
Those brainless zombies and skeletons will not let you go just because of your noble status. They are infused with death and driven by the most original evil to destroy everything. If Myra Dawn Blade is not a paladin and does not have the protection of the Holy Light,
There is no way he could reach Hellfire Citadel in the Sea of the Undead.
But even so, when he saw the entrance to Hellfire Fortress, the paladin's body was already covered with scars, as well as the stench of undead blood and gray-white bones. The moment he saw Myra appearing, the guard
The death knights in Hellfire Citadel tightened their grip on their weapons, but facing the fate of being killed in the next moment, the paladin threw away the weapons he relied on for self-defense.
Looking at the faint blue light dancing in the eyes of the death knight, Myra said softly:
"I want to see your leader! Luminas Yanghen, and tell her... that her lover has come to take her home."
The thinking of lower-level death knights is obscure, but they at least have basic rationality. So soon, the seriously injured Myra was sent to the Hellfire Fortress. When entering the dark passage, Myra gritted her teeth and persisted in her will.
Swaying, his vision became darker and darker. When the last ray of light dissipated, Myra saw the Death Lord coming down the steps.
She saw the familiar fiery red hair and the frosty cheeks...
Thanks to the Holy Light, she is still as beautiful as ever...
A smile appeared on the corner of the Paladin's mouth. The moment his body fell weakly to the ground, a cold arm held him in the air. Luminas looked at the unconscious Paladin who had fallen into a trap.
, the red light in her eyes danced.
Hatred, anger, unwillingness, grief, despair, as well as longing, sadness, and a trace of confusion.
"Go down and continue attacking the human camp!"
The Death Lord waved his hand, and the death knights quietly retreated into the darkness. Luminas held Myra in her arms, and walked towards her dormitory as the lady's boots collided with the ground.
This is her problem and her trouble. She is holding the most important person in her arms. How to deal with him is best not to let too many people know.
It was several hours later when Myra woke up again. The Paladins in Hellfire Fortress did not know the battle situation on the front line. At this point in time, the tireless undead had already flooded the second line of the Alliance's forward base.
At the defense line, the undead infantry of Hellfire Fortress have also been dispatched. The human base is in danger. Even Archmage Khadgar is ready to open the Dark Portal and escape when necessary.
In the entire Draenor, no one cares about the life and death of this extraterritorial people, not even the Dark Blade Knights who launched the attack. No matter why they came, they are destined to be unable to achieve their wishes.
The moment the timelines crossed, the fate of this world was completely different.
Myra was lying on the soft velvet bed. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was the gauze curtain that was emitting dazzling light in the dim spar lamp. It was a dark red color and shrouded the edge of the bed.
It looks luxurious, and above the gauze tent, the original rough and wild walls have been completely changed. Under the order of the Death Lord here, the undead have realized her pursuit of quality of life.
Fiery red curtains hang below the wall, as well as bead curtains made of gems, gorgeous lamps inlaid with purple gems, and thick carpets on the ground. This decorative style is somewhat familiar to Myra, the noble of Quel'Thalas.
The palace seems to be decorated in this way.
If it weren't for the conspicuous black broken-edged flag on the curtain, Myra would have thought she had awakened in her hometown.
He struggled to sit up. In front of the big bed, next to the gilt full-length mirror in front of him, a slender and lonely figure was sitting there. She took off her cold armor and put on a long black gauze skirt.
Even his hair has changed back to what it was like when he was alive.
It's as if she is still alive.
"Lumi!"
Myra subconsciously stretched out her hand towards the back figure and said in a harsh voice:
"You still remember me, right?"
"Of course, I remember you, Myra Dawn Blade, I remember your face, I remember your eyes, I remember your taste, I remember everything about you."
Luminas stood up and reached out to brush her fiery red hair. Her voice was low, hoarse, and hollow, making people feel cold and unfamiliar.
"Memories about you are rolling in my mind. I am often immersed in that golden memory. For this, I am often scolded by Tyrion. He says that I am self-destructing... but I can't control it.
Even if I wake up every time, my soul will be in pain and unable to restrain itself, as if it is torn apart..."
She turned around, her dark red eyes shining with a cold and calm light:
"Myra, have you ever experienced that kind of pain? It's like there are two souls in one body, fighting for control of the body all the time... Have you ever experienced that kind of loneliness?"
The paladin's eyes dimmed, and this scene caused a sneer to burst out from the corner of the death knight's mouth. She swayed her graceful figure and walked towards the paladin. The latter just wanted to move, but the dark red energy surged from both sides.
He was tightly imprisoned on the bed. He struggled, but he couldn't get rid of the cold restraint and couldn't even speak.
"You're disappointed, right?"
"Your former lover turned into a monster after death. A dead body is still moving. This scene makes you feel sick, right? My Myra?"
Luminas stretched out her fingers and scratched the pale cheek of the paladin with her nails that were dyed dark red. The death knight sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down, and said in the paladin's ear:
"What are you doing here?"
"Do you want to persuade me to return to death and accept the fate of death, or do you want to persuade me to let go of the living? Do you think you are still as important in my heart as before? As long as you ask, I will do what you want me to do.
Everything... is just like the past, the love between the bad girl and the nice guy is as beautiful as it used to be, right?"
"hiss"
The sharp nails scratched a trace of blood on the Paladin's cheek, and the stinging pain made Myra struggle more frequently. Luminas put the bloody finger into her mouth, and she frowned.
"Sorry, I can't feel the smell of blood, but I can guess that you are probably in pain."
"You are in pain, you are sad, you are desperate... I can feel it, but Myra... When I lay in the ruins of Dysom after the war, I was buried in the darkness by the collapsed outpost, in
In that dead silent hole, I can feel the blood flowing away from the wound little by little. I can feel that life is abandoning me little by little, just like an hourglass... You know that at the moment of death, in the cold
What was I thinking the moment death embraced me?"
"Myra, Myra."
Luminas' fingers gently caressed the Paladin's wounded body, like a lover's comfort. She lowered her head and licked the Paladin's earlobe with her cold tongue, like a lover's sweet words.
Say softly:
"What I was thinking about was you... Before the darkness enveloped my vision, what I was thinking was, where is my lover? Where is the lover who vowed to be with me through life and death? Why did that person say that when I was dying?
The man I will spend the rest of my life with is not with me...has he abandoned me?"
"Myra, tell me, at that time...when I needed you most, where were you?"
"puff"
The cold power seeped into the paladin's wound through his fingers. The severe pain made Myra's face paler, his eyes widened, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. This pain was not just physical, but also came from the soul.
torture.
"You finally abandoned me..."
The Death Lord withdrew his fingers and she stood up. The negative emotions shining in her eyes and all the emotions dissipated at this moment. Her eyes became cold again. She stood with her hands on her hips and stood beside the big bed, looking at the paladin in front of her.
, she said in a deep voice:
"13 days, I waited for you in that hell for 13 days, even if it was just to collect the body, even if it was just to say sorry... all my resentment will dissipate, and I will accept my fate with satisfaction, but it is a pity that I will give you
For 13 days, you never showed up... Do you know why 789 people were killed in the entire Desom, but Tyrion only resurrected me?"
"Because of resentment! What you can't get will turn into resentment, deception, and resentment... Love, love, will turn into the most terrible resentment... I hate you! Myra, I hate you
!”
Two lines of tears fell under the corners of the Paladin's eyes. He struggled wildly. The weak holy light in his body fought against the death energy that imprisoned him, tearing his wounds and filling his body with blood. And those tears,
I don't know if it's because of regret or fear.
"Swish, swish, swish"
Luminas turned around, took out a bottle of fine wine from the wine cabinet behind her, took out two goblets, and poured the blood-red liquid into the cups. She carried the two glasses of wine and returned to the Holy Land.
In front of the knight, she looked at the person in front of her calmly, as if looking at a stranger.
"Buzz"
All the restraints were released at this moment, and the Paladin fell weakly on the bed. He turned to look at the Death Knight in the darkness, with cowardly tears covering his entire face. His lips moved, but that sentence of sorry,
But I couldn't say it anyway.
And even if you say it, what will happen?
"Come on, have a drink."
The death knight put his wine glass aside, stretched out his hand to help the paladin up, and made him sit by the window. She handed the wine glass in her hand to him, and Myra Dawn Blade took the wine glass with a blank expression.
"clang"
The wine glasses collided together, making a crisp sound. The red liquid beat and was sent into the death knight's mouth. She took a step back and whispered:
"I have fantasized about the scene when we meet again many times. I thought I would kill you without hesitation and completely end the nightmare that troubles me. But when we actually met, I truly understood Tyrion.
..Killing you will not solve the problem, it will only make you a knot in my heart that cannot be untied, so I will let you live...I will bury all the memories about you."
"Your fate will be decided by Tyrion. The same blood flows in your bodies, and only he has the qualifications to let you live or send you to death... You see, after becoming strangers in life and death,
You and I are already real strangers."
The paladin sat beside the bed, like a dead puppet. It was not until several minutes later that he raised his head, with an ugly and pale smile on his face with a trace of blood.
"Before I met you, I had a childish fantasy that maybe I could persuade you to come back to me again. I thought I could accept everything from you, even if you continue to live in this cursed posture, but now I just
I found that I can’t do it..."
His fingers clenched the wine glass in his hand, and he suppressed his inner emotions, and his voice became bitter.
"It's not that I can't accept you as you are now, and it's not that I..."
He choked, and he raised his head. The eyes of this strong paladin were filled with tears. He had never been so weak, whether in body or soul. He looked at the indifferent death knight in front of him and said softly:
"It's all irreversible, right?"
Luminas did not answer the question. She put down her wine glass, walked forward, and squatted in front of Myra. Like a mother comforting a crying child, she reached out and wiped the tears on Myra's face, and wiped his golden
Pushing her hair aside, she held the paladin's face and whispered:
"Why are you crying? You just got rid of a trouble. I have let go of my attachment to you. Live on. Live well before seeing Tyrion... This is the only thing I can give you.
Something."
"Shua"
The death knight's wrist was grabbed by the paladin, and the filled glass hit the ground. The moment the glass shattered and the cold liquid splashed out, Luminas subconsciously wanted to resist, but Myra stopped her.
.
"Don't move"
Based on the current strength comparison between the two sides, Myra is no match for the Death Knight, but Luminas obediently stopped struggling. She looked at the Paladin in front of her, who took out something from the pocket close to his heart.
It was put on her finger gently and slowly.
It was a familiar ring, not gorgeous, and full of traces of dirt and ashes. It was the ring she threw in Quel'Thalas. From that moment on, she decided to forget everything in the past.
"This is what you lost, and I found it for you."
Myra smiled and let go of Luminas's wrist, but the next moment, cold lips were pressed on his lips, just like a passionate kiss when they were alive, and the two hugged each other, as if they were about to
They were completely imprinted on each other's bodies, but when the paladin tried to hug the trembling death knight tightly, Luminas pushed her away fiercely.
She staggered out of her boudoir, as if she was afraid of something, and her posture was like running away.
Myra reached out and touched her lips, where there was still a hint of coldness and a special fragrance.
A smile spread across his face, he took a deep breath, opened his arms, lay on the warm bed, and then slowly closed his eyes.
To hell with the Alliance! To hell with Tyrion! Let me be a selfish devil...
All this can still be undone...there is still hope...
