On the road leading to Thorn Valley from Night Town, Althea said to the man next to her while chewing on cold meat jerky:
"We all thought you died in the orc attack. Brother, where have you been? Why didn't you contact us..."
The duke's daughter looked at her biological brother. The strange-looking robe made her ask suspiciously:
"You became a mage? No, mages can't summon demons, so you became a warlock?"
Kanrisad Aberlock ignored his sister's doubts. He held a delicate skull in his left hand. It looked like some kind of communication device. Along with the surge of dark magic, there were clusters of obscure magic patterns.
Appeared in front of the two of them. After a few seconds, Kanrisade withdrew his skull, then took out a bottle of wine from his backpack and handed it to his sister:
"My story can be told later. I will take you to Dalaran. This is a long journey. We have enough time to chat. Now, drink some wine and calm down... The undead have separated some forces.
Looking for something in Stranglethorn Valley, we are going to have an "escape" next."
"No!"
Althea said stubbornly:
"I'm going to Stormwind City to find my father. Night Town...we can't just give up on it."
This stubbornness made Brother Warlock frown, and he said in a deep voice:
"Accept the reality, sister, you can't save Night Town, and our father can't save it. In fact, the entire Stormwind City is in danger. You obviously don't understand how powerful the undead are... The entire Northern Xinjiang has been
We are shaken, and judging from what we have observed so far, no one can save the Kingdom of Stormwind... This country is already dead."
"how so?"
Althea became a little lost. She did not doubt her brother's statement, because at least before his disappearance, her brother had never deceived her. And just when the brother and sister looked at each other in silence, the warning magic arranged by the warlock around them was
Touched, he stood up and said to his sister:
"It's time to go, Althea... they're catching up."
At the same time, above the night town, on the urgently arriving Draenei spaceship, the Chaldean priest looked at the burning town below with an ugly expression. Even at high altitude, he could even hear
The cry from below.
"Ah, your town is one less, and with every death that adds to the woes of your crumbling nation, your suffering may come to an end... I doubt it, though, Tyrion has his own way with everything.
Compared with him, you are like a pure angel."
The voice of darkness sounded in Chaldea's heart. This time, the priest did not refute her. He just stood on the bridge and watched the burning of Night Town below. After a moment, he seemed to have lost all power and collapsed.
On the chair behind you.
"Here...it's hopeless here...we...we're late."
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"Dark Town, this is a victim of the escape of darkness."
Tyrion was walking among the ruins of Night Town. Six hours had passed since the town was captured. The Night's Watch legion, which caused King Varian a headache, was completely wiped out in this battle, and their
He counterattacked before his death and defeated most of the lower-level knights recruited from Crow Ridge.
It can be said that the Night's Watch died in glorious battle, but after their death, their heroic souls will become Tyrion's new collection...a group of more fierce and terrifying knights.
But the Lich Arugal abides by the orders of the Dark Blade King. For those civilians who did not resist the undead, the undead did not harm them, but imprisoned them in the square on the edge of the town.
The situation in Night Town and Lakeside Town is different. The number of civilians here is very small, and it is difficult for ordinary people to survive in the environment of Twilight Forest.
"Look at them, their reason has been defeated by fear, and they have become uneasy. Maybe they will be scared to death..."
Tyrion looked at the civilians under guard from a distance, and he said to the calm lich behind him:
"The environment in Dusk Forest is not suitable for life. Send them to Lakeside Town and let them start their lives again there."
"I doubt it, Your Majesty."
Arugao said: "Without proper guidance, once these fearful humans are released, they may start killing each other among themselves. The darkness of human nature can never be underestimated."
"Guide! Yes, what you said makes sense, Arugao, but who says they don't have a suitable guide?"
Tyrion shook his head:
"What I want is not complete destruction. Death without life is just a pool of stagnant water. Or do you think I will personally rule the Kingdom of Stormwind that will inevitably be occupied by us? No! I have no interest or energy to rule it."
The Dark Blade King turned around and saw a human wearing black leather armor walking towards his direction under the escort of high-level knights. Tyrion had a smile on his face and said to Arugal:
"Look, the future ruler of Stormwind City is here! I have always wanted to talk to him about the justice he wants, about his ideals, and about everything he wants to do for his people."
The Lich didn't need to look back to know who was coming. He asked with some confusion:
"Van Cleef? No, Your Majesty, I am not doubting your judgment, but this man is full of anger and indecision. In my opinion, he was forced to reach this point. He has no ideals at all. He
Just a coward!"
"You are wrong, Arugao, my loyal subordinate."
Tyrion turned towards Van Cleef who was standing aside, and whispered:
"He has his own ideals, but he didn't realize it himself. This is my mission, everything I want to fulfill, my methods... guide these lost people to rebuild a new world, and reshape the world in my imagination with my own hands.
order!"
"Start with Edwin VanCleef!"
As Tyrion approached, Van Cleef was also observing the "big shot" of the mayor.
The "revolution" he started in Westfall is now in full swing. Most of the members of the Stonemasons Brotherhood are natives of Westfall. Their experiences can arouse the sympathy of the people in their hometown, but the war launched by the additional soldiers sent by Stormwind City is unpopular.
Yes, although under the oppression of the powerful, the local people did not openly support the Defias Brotherhood, but secretly, the local people would not refuse the Brotherhood's request.
And Van Cleef is also a smart man. He strictly requires his subordinates not to plunder his fellow villagers like robbers and gangsters. On the contrary, after the soldiers destroy the farm that is about to be harvested, he will personally pay for the consequences of this war.
The farmers and farm laborers who suffered losses were sent some compensation.
Although he didn't have much money, there was no doubt that he got the support he needed with this move. But to be honest, Lich Arugal's evaluation was actually correct, because Van Cleef himself did not have a long-term plan in his heart and was pushed away by fate.
The big foreman who had reached this point was unprepared. He was like a lost person who didn't know where the way forward was.
At this moment, Van Cleef received an "invitation", an invitation from the Dark Blade King.
"Edwin VanCleef!"
Tyrion stood in front of Van Cleef. The high elf's slender figure made him two heads taller than Van Cleef. He leaned over and looked at the leader of the Defias Brotherhood. He asked softly with a hint of teasing.
arrive:
"Even now, do you still think your cause is just?"
Van Cleef hesitated for a moment and finally nodded:
"Yes, Your Majesty, our cause is just!"
"Very good. It makes me happy to hear you say this with my own ears."
Tyrion nodded with satisfaction, and he motioned for Van Cleef to follow him. To the leader of Defias, Tyrion in front of him didn't look like a dead person at all. At least he had been in contact with those cold death knights and that crazy person.
The vampires are not all the same, how can I put it?
The feeling Tyrion gave him was a little too gentle.
The two people walked through the ruins of a town that was tightly guarded by death knights. There was an unpleasant smell in the ruins of the burned houses on both sides, which always made Van Cleef unable to concentrate.
"I know that many people will say that you are actually just a puppet I installed among humans."
Tyrion said softly: "But I hope you don't think so. In my heart, the Dark Blade Legion and the Defias Brotherhood are completely equal forces. Maybe you will become my subordinate in the future, but at least for now, I
I want you to have your own ideas...because I need you to have your own ideas."
"them!"
The Dark Blade King pointed at the panicked civilians in the distance. Behind him, there was a trace of worry in Van Rief's eyes. He was afraid that the next moment, the King of the Undead would order execution in front of him.
These compatriots.
But Tyrion did not do this. On the contrary, he still maintained that gentleness and said to the Defias leader beside him:
"Human beings are fragile beings. Without correct guidance, they will be addicted to their own desires and cannot extricate themselves. I have read the history of the development of human civilization, but it makes me extremely disappointed. It is almost exactly the same as the forces of other races.
It has been 3800 years, but it has not gotten rid of the influence of feudalism. Look at your new emperor... In 3800 years, this slow-developing civilization still has the title of emperor. It is really disappointing!"
"But...but Your Majesty, a country without a king...please forgive me, I cannot imagine it."
Van Cleef couldn't help but retort, saying that every country in the world has its own king. The extreme contempt for royal power in Tyrion's words made the Defias leader feel uncomfortable.
Even though the flag of rebellion had been raised in a practical sense, in Van Cleef's heart, Varian Wrynn was still considered a good king.
"Of course you can't imagine!"
Van Cleef's rebuttal did not make Tyrion angry. On the contrary, he said seductively: "Because you were born in this cage-like civilization. People who have never seen the light will never know how beautiful the light is, just like
I am the same, although I move in the shadows, it does not mean that I live in the shadows."
"I have seen that kind of light."
The Dark Blade King's voice was full of nostalgia:
"It will be a new world full of hope. People in every corner of the world will have their own thoughts, and the spiritual world will be shaped by themselves. There will be no need for a superior emperor to tell them what is right and what is wrong.
No one will go hungry again just to realize the foolish king’s pursuit of power and status!”
"you!"
Tyrion turned around and looked at Van Cleef: "You will truly have equality and free souls. You will personally send all the kings to the gallows to declare the true liberation of civilization! You have this ability, but you are yourselves.
They haven’t discovered their hidden power... This world has let me down, Van Cleef!”
"I saw it. You, with your imprisoned souls, should have been like prehistoric creatures, crawling slowly through the mire and through the fog in order to stand on land, enter the water, take root in the earth, or even... fly
Into the sky! This is the original meaning of life...This is the basis of life's existence, desire, curiosity...I prefer to call it...evolution! Sublimation!"
"But no!"
The Dark Blade King shook his head, his fingers on Van Cleef's shoulders tightened, and he said in a deep voice:
"No! You are imprisoned. 10,000 years could have made the world a better place, but you didn't. You failed your talents. You failed the world. You failed to make it better! This
This mistake should be stopped!"
"Some people should remind you that if you fall behind, you will be beaten! Some people should use the most cruel method to drive you back on the right track of evolution. The decayed civilization should be burned. Only when it feels the pain can it burst out with new power!
This is my mission, to completely burn down this decadent and pale old world! And you, your mission... is to rebuild a new civilization on the land covered in ashes! Stronger and more qualified to rule this land.
civilization!"
"Kings are afraid of me, and they should be!"
A weird smile flashed across Tyrion's face, which made the clothes on Van Cleef's back get wet. At this moment, he realized that under Tyrion's gentleness, there was a crazy and ferocious person hidden.
Just being close to his soul will make him feel the collapse of the world. His goal is not simply massacre... he wants to destroy everything!
This madman...
"I have seen the future. I have seen the future through the eyes of all living beings, dead and living, and those who are about to be born!"
The Dark Blade King's tone returned to calmness, and his ice-blue eyes shone with ardent hope. He looked at Van Cleef:
"Have you seen it? That new world shining with infinite hope, the new world created by us, have you... seen it?"
Van Cleef, who was covered in cold sweat, didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, and his dull expression made Tyrion very dissatisfied. But after a moment, the King of the Undead shrugged:
"You can't understand, it doesn't matter, I don't expect you to understand me, you just need to do it the way I teach you... I will give these civilians, and all the remaining civilians after we destroyed the Kingdom of Stormwind, to you
Come manage!”
"But remember clearly, you are not the king. Under my management, there will be no kings and nobles on this land... There will no longer be nobility determined by blood!"
"You will be their leader, plan and build a better life for them... If you can't do it, Van Cleef, I won't punish you, but these people, these people who I have given free will
