33. Completely derailed---Three-foot Lingtai for the leader of the alliance [13/30]
"Wow, wow"
In the dusk of the evening, a group of paladins galloped out of the gate of the North County Monastery, and the dark tranquility was completely broken. Amidst the neighing of the war horses, the heavily armed paladins hung lanterns, and stood before Privy Councilor Chaldea Morgan of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Under the leadership of the police, they ran towards the western wilderness at the fastest speed.
They ran wildly through the streets of Goldshire, startling the surrounding guards and civilians. In the shining light of the lanterns, the guards could vaguely see the anxiety and uneasiness on the faces of the paladins. Living in Ai
Everyone in Irvine Forest knows that the paladins who guard the North County Monastery are the most sincere believers, and they who guard the holy place will not go out easily.
And now, these paladins not only appeared, but in front of them, there was also a noble bishop wearing a robe and a red hat leading them. Obviously, something happened.
And it’s definitely a big deal!
Uneasiness began to spread among the timid civilians, and some merchants even closed their doors early. However, soon, the Sheriff of Goldshire, Duhan, came out to calm the restless residents. The Sheriff said that there were orc bandits escaping.
When they arrived in the Westfall, Bishop Morgan went to stop them.
But this kind of lie can only appeal to ignorant people. Anyone with a little bit of brains knows that for a group of orc bandits, there is no need for elite paladins to dispatch. This must be related to something dark, strange, and scary.
related.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
"Keep the speed and don't fall behind!"
The paladin following the Chaldean bishop is his old acquaintance, the sincere knight Jor-El from the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a man who drank the blood of a troll to save his life, and also experienced the second orc war completely.
A veteran of the war, he also entered Draenor with the Sons of Lothar. He was supposed to fulfill his sacred mission at Nethergarde Keep, but during the battle when the draenei fled, Mr. Al was killed by a stray arrow.
Hit the left eye.
It was a terrible injury that could not be cured by the Holy Light. Therefore, after many discussions, this battlefield warrior was transferred to the monastery in the Kingdom of Stormwind to be responsible for training new recruits. Jor Al was very dissatisfied with this kind of experience.
, his first chief officer, General Gavin Rad, died at the hands of the Death Knight, and his second chief officer, Turalyon, almost died at the hands of the undead, which gave the Aiel Knights a deep hatred for the undead.
But he also understood that his situation was indeed not suitable for going to the battlefield. After adapting to the life in the North County monastery, the old knight felt that it was not bad to spend the rest of his life like this. Moreover, he also had an old acquaintance, the Chaldean Bishop, by his side.
We worked together once on the battlefield and became friends.
"I said, Mr. Bishop, haven't you told me what the mission goal is yet?"
The old knight drove his war horse and advanced side by side with the solemn-looking Privy Councilor. He lowered his voice:
"Have the undead appeared? I heard that the necropolis in Dusk Forest has been a little quiet lately."
"Call me Chaldea, Joe. Don't be so formal between you and me."
The Privy Councilor watched the dusk on the horizon being swallowed up by the night. He breathed a sigh of relief and then revealed the truth to the old knight:
"Not undead, but more troublesome. They are a group of cultists who gathered on the farm in the western wilderness... They ransacked Jason's farm at noon and killed all the poor farmers, but the little daughter of Jason and his wife escaped.
Come out and run to Xiquan Fortress for help."
"Just a bunch of brainwashed lunatics."
Old Paladin Joe said with some disdain: "There are 500 infantrymen stationed at Xiquan Fortress. They can't even cope with this?"
"No! Joe, they are the 'real' cultists!"
Chaldea emphasized her tone: "Do you understand?"
The old knight was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a heavy face.
The so-called real cultists refer to those brainwashed lunatics who have made contact with some strange existences. According to Jor-El's experience in the Second Orc War, this is often caused by warlocks. Of course,
It's not possible to rule out genuine supernatural phenomena, but that would only make things worse.
"They are not killing for money. According to Miss Jason's description, they are more like conducting a "blood sacrifice." This is very bad, Joe, this will make the kingdom that has just calmed down become frightened again."
Chaldea was driving the running horse, and he looked a little uneasy. He looked around, lowered his voice again, and almost whispered to Joe:
"The most terrible thing is that among that group of cultists, there seems to be Natalie Serling."
"Huh? Who is that?"
The old knight frowned and asked. Chaldea was stunned for a moment before he answered:
"Sorry, I forgot that you are not a local. Natalie was the archbishop of the Cathedral of Light before the fall of Stormwind City. She is my senior. She has a great reputation in the local area. More importantly, even after the fall of Stormwind City, she
She also persisted in Night Town, inspiring the people's hope and fighting the orcs. She was a hero. When we counterattacked back to the Kingdom of Stormwind, she joined us with the priests, but unfortunately, during the battle in the Burning Plains,
She disappeared..."
"And now, Bishop Natalie appears in the group of cultists."
The old knight also felt that the matter was difficult. He waved his riding crop fiercely: "Damn it, no wonder Benedictus will let you go out. Once the news of the fall of the heroic lady spreads..."
"The people's sincere faith in the Holy Light will suffer a terrible blow! There is no doubt that we cannot let this happen!"
Chaldea clenched the crystal rosary in his hand and said in a deep voice:
"If there is still hope of saving Ms. Natalie, we must save her. If not, then we can only... So, go tell the boys that what happened tonight, whether it is good or bad, will not matter at all.
It can’t be revealed! Do you understand?”
"Yeah, I know."
The old knight nodded, but soon he asked again:
"You said that lady was an archbishop before she fell? If she still has followers, then I'm afraid the number of paladins we brought may be a little small. Should we ask for support from Xiquan Fortress?"
"No need! The more people there are, the more trouble it will be."
The Privy Councilor shook his head, and the crystal rosary on his wrist emitted a trace of pure holy light:
"I brought the Holy Light Relic gifted to the cathedral by Mr. Viren. It can definitely restrain all darkness, and it has enough power to purify her, but I hope we don't need it."
So at the urging of the Archbishop and the Knight Captain, this elite knight of the North County Monastery quickly rushed into the Western Wilderness at night, and the place where the cultists worshiped was at Jason's farm in the southernmost part of the Western Wilderness, which is about 50 kilometers away.
The defenses where the knights were located were very close.
"Joe, you take 20 boys and surround this farm!"
Chaldea closed his eyes and scanned the surroundings with detection magic. He quickly issued an order:
"We can't let anyone go! I rushed in with the remaining knights. Those cultists are brewing a conspiracy. I can even smell the smell of corruption. It's disgusting!"
After saying that, the Privy Councilor who had participated in a real war reached out and took over his silver war hammer. This one-handed weapon blessed by divine light can not only be used as a tool to release magic, but at critical moments, Chaldean priests can also wield it. Use it to blow the enemy's head off.
Don't underestimate this Privy Councilor. On the battlefield, he killed at least 10 orcs with his war hammer!
Chaldea tied the warhammer to his belt, and then opened the book of Holy Light in his hand. As he chanted, powerful Holy Light magic was applied to the bodies of the surrounding Paladins, strengthened by pure and sacred energy. The passing paladins drew their weapons and followed behind the chief with high spirits.
"Follow me! Warriors of the Holy Light, go and purify the corrupted evil!"
Chaldea held the sacred scripture. He waved his hand, and a ball of pure white holy light flame fell from the sky, hitting the warehouse of Jason's farm in the darkness. The pure power intertwined with the dark power entangled in the room, and burst out. There was a violent flash, and the cultists gathered in the house screamed and rushed out of the burning house, and were quickly knocked to the ground by the paladins, or simply stabbed to death with swords.
The old knight commanded the paladins to capture the fleeing cultists. The privy bishop, escorted by a paladin, walked into the warehouse of Jason's farm. As soon as he entered, the strong smell of blood made the bishop frown. He frowned, and the young paladin beside him drew out the sharp sword in his hand.
In front of them were the poor victims, the owners of Jason Farm, Mr. and Mrs. Jason, and the farmers who were killed. Their clothes were stripped off and placed in a twisted posture in a dark court. On the array, there were hideous wounds cut by ritual knives on the back, and their blood flowed from the corpses, staining every detail of the dark array with blood.
"What a depravity!"
Even though he had seen real hell on the battlefield, seeing the weird scene in front of him, the Chaldean priest couldn't help but scolded:
"The most terrifying thing is not the darkness itself, but the compatriots who are tempted by the darkness and do evil things... What a depravity!"
"Bishop, let's burn these bodies."
The young paladin beside him couldn't bear to look directly at the scene of the blood sacrifice. He lit a torch with righteous indignation and wanted to completely burn the area shrouded in darkness and evil. But at this moment, the Chaldean priest narrowed his eyes. , stretched out his hand to stop the Paladin's behavior.
"Wait! This isn't right!"
As he spoke, the Privy Councilor took a few steps forward. He bent down, and regardless of his robe being stained by the blood of the deceased, he turned the naked female body under his feet over and saw the blood-stained face and the pair of eyes. With eyes shining with reluctance and distortion, and with the black priest's robe covering the legs of the corpse, Chaldea exclaimed:
"Bishop Natalie! She...she was actually murdered by her own subordinates and sacrificed in blood! Oh my God, they were fighting among themselves. Why on earth was this?"
Chaldea also saw a sentence Natalie wrote on the ground with blood before she died:
"It! Promised me..."
This weird scene made Chaldea take a deep breath. He suppressed the panic in his heart, stretched out his hand, and turned over the corpse next to the tragically dead Ms. Natalie.
The Chaldean priest's inner panic reached its peak in an instant when his faces were 70% similar to those of the old Jason couple.
"Miss Jason has died in the sacrifice, she didn't escape at all."
The dull Privy Council turned to look at the panicked young paladin, and he murmured to himself:
"So, who is the woman who came to Xiquan Fortress to ask for help?"
"ah!"
A horrifying roar reached the ears of the two of them, and Chaldea was horrified. He subconsciously pulled out the warhammer from his waist, and rushed out of the warehouse with the young paladin. He already knew clearly that this
It was a trap. Someone deliberately revealed things about Natalie Serling and led them here.
Who is the mastermind behind this?
The moment he rushed out of the warehouse, a pair of ice-blue eyes flashed in the heart of the Chaldean priest, causing him to tighten his grip on the weapon.
"Tyrion...are you really still unwilling to let me go?"
But the next moment, Chaldea saw under the dark night of Jason's farm, his best friend in the North County Abbey, the trustworthy paladin Jor-El, with his back turned to him, holding a twisted ritual dagger.
His whole body was entangled with the power of shadow, and then he stabbed the dagger into the heart of a paladin from behind.
"Joe! What are you doing!"
Chaldea roared angrily, holding a war hammer in one hand and a sacred crystal rosary in the other. He looked at his friend. Jor-El also turned around at this moment, and his resolute face turned into a dead silence.
With a dull expression, his whole body was covered in blood, and the blood flowed strangely down his arm to the strange and dark ritual dagger in his hand.
"Chaldea, my friend, I hear her... I hear her."
Jor-El raised the blood-stained dagger in his hand and said in a hollow voice:
"She is calling me... She is calling you too, don't you hear? Listen, listen with your heart, she is happy, she is longing... longing for blood and death, she wants you! Chaldea, she
Being sent here, fate, her fate is closely linked to yours, she needs you!"
The Paladin walked forward while saying strange words, while Chaldea kept retreating. He knew very well that the dark power on the dagger had taken over Jor-El's will and spirit, and he had to help him!
"Evil spirit! Get away!"
Chaldea roared and raised the rosary in his hand. At this moment, the bright and holy light rushed out from the bishop's hand and hit Jor Al's body. But strangely, the powerful holy light did not hurt him.
The paladin was possessed by an evil spirit, and in the flash of holy light, Al let out a wild laugh, and he rushed towards Chaldea.
"puff"
Just before the twisted dark dagger pierced Chaldea's heart, a figure emerged from the shadows and pierced Jor-El's heart with an arrow of blood from behind. The dark dagger shook with his body.
After a few hits, it fell weakly at Chaldea's feet.
The priest swung his hands in panic, trying to get away from the weird weapon, but just as he tried to turn over and get up, a cold hand grabbed his wrist and pinned his fingers to the ground.
On the handle of a black dagger.
Weird whispers filled Chaldea Morgan's mind for a moment, and Nasa's hoarse voice also reached his ears:
"The gift of the generous Tyrion has been sent... accept it with joy, step lightly into the darkness, and... then truly become one of us."
"Shadow Priest Chaldea Morgan, welcome to...the Dark Blade Knights."
