When you feel very depressed and painful, hiding in a room and crying alone can often release your emotions and gain more courage to face the unknown in the future. In fact, crying is more like
It is a special "device" on the spiritual level of living people. The existence of this mechanism allows people to withstand more pressure without collapsing.
Of course, it means nothing to the dead, who don't cry and don't need to cry.
After crying heartily, Vereesa felt much better, although in the end she still stuffed the edible bacon into her stomach at Alleria's request.
It's not that frugality has become popular among the Dark Blade Knights. In fact, those seemingly ordinary bacons are very precious... They were prepared by Alleria herself for her ignorant sister.
That's food that mortals can't even imagine... Dragon meat, the most nutritious part of the dragon's body, can quickly restore life to its most perfect state. Alleria also needs a healthy Vereesa.
Because only those who are healthy enough can survive whatever they face next.
"Where are you taking me? Sister"
Vereesa Windrunner held her sister's hand and followed Alleria as she walked among the undead. Wherever the Blood Mistress went, the high-ranking knights guarding her on both sides leaned over to salute. This made Vereesa
There was an unreal feeling.
She looked at the high-level undead with different shapes, including orcs she had seen, draenei she had never seen before, some humans, dwarves, and finally some arakkoa with strange bird-like shapes.
She has never seen such a creature in this world, and the most important thing is that the high-level undead that can appear on this road leading to the underground all exude a very dangerous aura. Vereesa
She made a comparison in her mind and realized that with her current strength, she would be dead as long as she met two or more high-level knights.
There are at least a thousand dangerous high-level knights like this in this city... Oh my god! No wonder Prince Kael'thas is racking his brains to reconnect with Tyrion. With such a legion, it's really...
Yes, it's too dangerous and too powerful.
At this time, these powerful undead were like servants, bowing respectfully to their sister. This made Vereesa's mind filled with romantic knight novels begin to think about her sister's lofty position in this legion.
status.
"They don't respect me, they respect the person standing behind me."
Alleria did not look back, but from her sister's silence, she could probably guess what Vereesa was thinking. While greeting the death lords, she whispered:
"Tyrion started from scratch in the world of Draenor. It took him 4 years to build it all. He led them to defeat all the powers in that world, and even defeated the arrogant demon head-on. He is the Dark Blade.
The undisputed leader of the Knights, all people, no matter what race or where they come from, are proud to be loyal to him and are willing to devote everything to his cause."
"As for me... my position is very awkward, Vereesa, I have just truly entered this group, but it is difficult for me to gain their respect and obedience... So, please don't cause trouble for me and Tyrion for a while.
, okay?"
When she said this, Alleria looked at her sister seriously. Vereesa lowered her head. When she was next to her sister, she looked like a complete little girl. She nodded reluctantly,
Then there was a faint sound of resistance:
"I don't just cause trouble..."
"well..."
Alleria sighed, helped her sister smooth her hair, and then said:
"Come with me, I will take you to meet Tyrion and your brother-in-law."
Vereesa followed Alleria into the bottom of Grim Batol. She had been here before, where the Red Dragon Queen was imprisoned. She took a deep breath and followed her sister into the huge cave that radiated heat.
middle.
At the end of the vast cave, the huge Red Dragon Queen was still lying there. Her weak body seemed to be imprisoned by some powerful dark force, and she fell into a strange coma. Around the Queen's huge body,
The blood mages are trying their best to maintain the confinement of this magic, but if the dragon soul hadn't made Alexstrasza weak, they would have been unable to restrain her.
"Hey, look who this is!"
The moment Vereesa walked into the crypt, a frivolous voice came from behind her. The ranger turned around and saw Luminas, the Death Lord wearing black thorn armor and with fiery red hair, looking curiously.
Looked at her.
Those blood-red eyes like her sister stared at her, examining her. The oppression coming from Luminas was stronger than that of the high-ranking knights outside, and even gave Vereesa a feeling of difficulty breathing.
"So, you are Tyrion's little sister?"
Luminas stepped forward, not at all like a silent private person. She carelessly put her arm around Vereesa's shoulders and whispered:
"I also heard that you provoked that bitch Nasa? Well done! Little girl... But given your strength, this behavior may be a bit stupid."
"I...I didn't mean it."
Vereesa's tone was a little disappointed, because every one of the few people present was much stronger than her. She felt like a fragile newcomer who broke into a gathering of big guys, not knowing what to do.
What, I don’t know how to face these “brutal” bosses.
"But you still did it. Although it is indeed a bit stupid, it at least shows that you have the courage to resist, which is good."
Another hoarse voice joined the conversation. Vereesa turned around and saw the Draenei Death Lord who was a head taller than her. The latter had a gentle smile on his face. If he hadn't known in advance that this was a
Named a dead spirit, Vereesa would definitely think that this was a real living person.
God, the smile on her face and the lively eyes are no different from those of a living person.
"Yrel, from Draenor, maybe we can be friends, little beauty."
Yrel stretched out her hand towards Vereesa. The new ranger was flattered and took Yrel's hand. She whispered:
"Thank you, you are also...beautiful."
"But it's useless for a dead person to be beautiful... Strength, strength, these are the most important things."
Yrel smiled pointedly at Vereesa, then turned around and left wagging her tail. Vereesa's eyes soon stayed on Yrel's little tail wagging left and right, and she didn't even notice the others.
near.
"Little Vereesa, you... shouldn't be here."
A familiar voice made Vereesa freeze on the spot. She turned around suddenly and saw the elite rangers she once knew, Serent Firewing and Rogelio Sunfury. She was a little at a loss and didn't know what to do.
She should say something, but Serent just stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder:
"This is a gathering of the dead. There is no good for the living here."
"Find time to leave, little Vereesa, go back to Quel'Thalas, and never come back."
Rogge also patted Vereesa on the shoulder, but before leaving, he carefully handed his storage ring to Vereesa and whispered:
"Here are some small toys I made. Help me give them to my son...Kain Sunfury, and then tell my Kain that his father still loves him as much as before."
After that, there were two orc death lords who walked into the crypt. Vereesa did not talk to them, and there was no need. The hatred between high elves and orcs is not easy to eliminate, but looking at her sister and the two orcs
As she said hello, Vereesa felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
No matter what they were in life, these people...these dead people, after their death, they have a common name and a common race, the undead. Perhaps the hatred that only belongs to the living is eliminated with death.
"Is everyone here?"
A low, hollow voice woke Vereesa out of her thoughts. She raised her head and saw the man standing in front of the huge figure of the Red Dragon Queen, Tyrion Blade of Dawn, the man she called her brother Dara.
A person of 300 years, her former relative.
At Tyrion's call, the archlich, necromancer lord, and blood mage all stepped forward and formed a circle, with Tyrion standing in front of the circle.
Vereesa's fingers tightened. Looking at the situation in front of her, she suddenly realized that she might be witnessing a very important scene for the undead.
"My brothers and sisters, we established the Dark Blade Knights together. We have gone through so much all the way up to now. We have made sacrifices, we have seen disasters, we have resisted and defeated powerful opponents...
I promised you that the shackles trapped on everyone will be smashed one by one! We did it, but that is just the beginning!"
Tyrion spread his arms, and behind him, the unconscious body of the Red Dragon Queen exuded a faint fiery red light, like a beacon that illuminated the darkness.
"I once promised you that we will get stronger power. No matter what we want to do, destroy, protect, destroy, or rebuild, all of this is based on the strength of ourselves, and you
, after experiencing the merciless fire of war, you have proven that you are able and qualified to control more powerful power!"
Lord Dark Blade's eyes flashed across the eyes of everyone in front of him, and he paused for a moment on Vereesa. He retracted his gaze, and reached out to take the twisted dagger handed over by Nasa. The light of magic and undead runes shone in the air.
A ruthless cold light bloomed on the dagger, and in his other hand, he held the crystal cup given by Alleria.
He turned around, and under the gaze of all the lords, he raised the dagger and stabbed it fiercely into the hard scales of the unconscious Red Dragon Queen. When the scales shattered, the unconscious Queen let out a thunderous sound.
Groaning, and with the activation of Sarain's blood-draining ability, balls of hot Dragon King's blood were suspended in the air. Under the control of the blood mage, this King's blood was compressed and purified bit by bit, until finally, it was like fresh blood.
Like living wine, it fell into the cup in Tyrion's hand.
Lord Dark Blade shook the crystal cup, and the purified dragon's blood exuded a scorching aura, just like the magma contained in the cup.
Tyrion walked up to Khadgar and looked at the Archlich, and the Archlich looked at him. Both of them knew that although they were cooperating with each other, their goals were different, but Tyrion was still under everyone's gaze.
, handed the first glass of blood to Khadgar.
"Drink it, my brother."
"This blood of life will bring new life to our decayed bodies, it will bring us new strength in pain, and that strength will become our sword, our shield, our war horse, and
Our lance, it will give us enough power to fight the real enemy!"
Tyrion's voice became louder and louder. In that hoarse and hollow voice, the entire cave seemed to be swaying under the influence of death energy, and the figure of Lord Darkblade became taller and taller against the backdrop.
"This sacred blood will become a bond that connects us to each other. Sacrifice is the basis of unity, and power, power will completely sublimate us..."
"Drink, drink, my brother."
Tyrion looked at Khadgar and whispered:
"This is the destiny written by us...drink it bravely, and then grab it by the throat!"
The silver light in the Arch Lich's eyes did not change. He held up the wine glass, turned around, and looked at the Death Lords. He was silent for a moment, as if toasting at a grand banquet, and raised the wine glass in his hand high.
rise:
"Witness me! Friends...witness this!"
"To our common cause... cheers!"
Khadgar raised his head and drank the dragon's blood in the cup, which was like hot lava. The next moment, his body began to tremble, as if he drank raw lava. The scorching heat at this moment even caused the body to tremble.
The Archlich's magic began to become violent, but after all, he was currently the most powerful person in the Dark Blade Knights after Tyrion, and he quickly suppressed the restlessness in his body.
The Archlich walked aside and watched as Tyrion took another glass of blood and handed it to Grokush who stepped forward. The orc drank the blood of the Dragon King without hesitation, completely ignoring him.
He hesitated when he drank the demon's blood, but the death lords also cheered, and the atmosphere was so enthusiastic that it didn't look like the undead were at a party.
It seems that Tyrion has indeed earned their respect and trust, and he has lived up to it...
"That's it."
Khadgar closed his eyes slightly and leaned on his body with the Staff of the Guardian. No one knew what the archlich was thinking, but at least for now, he was a member of the Dark Blade, there was no doubt about it.
I have never expected to have a silver alliance in the five years since I started writing the book. But now that I have it, I have to express it, otherwise my own conscience will not go away. I originally planned to add an update early next month, but now
Let’s just go together with the alliance leader’s update! 30 chapters, for all the brothers who support me! (PS: If I ask for leave in the next few days, it means that I am crazily coding to save the manuscript, I hope everyone can forgive me.
