When Van Cleef left Night Town, he was completely confused.
Tyrion talked to him a lot, but he didn't remember much. When this big-headed soldier from the West Wilds learned that he would rule the entire Kingdom of Stormwind in the future, his thinking was in a state of disconnection.
The King of Dark Blade didn't look like a person who could joke, so Van Cleef's mind kept replaying the scene when he moved into Stormwind Fortress. The king's palace was built by him and his workers, and he knew that inside
How majestic it was, but in his most arrogant fantasies, he never imagined that one day he would be able to sit on that throne.
No, not the throne... There will be no king in the future country...
"What is a country without a king?"
Van Cleef was riding on his war horse, muttering to himself, struggling to imagine a scene that had never appeared in human history, but one thing was certain.
That was the "gift" given by Tyrion, which he could not refuse.
Van Cleef has a feeling that once he rejects the Dark Blade King, his end will be... very miserable.
When he left the Dusk Forest and entered the Western Wilderness, he looked at the dim night in front of him and felt the cool wind blowing on his face in the wilderness that was completely different from the Dusk Forest. This made Van Cleef calm down. He wanted to do
There are too many things.
"We need to find a reliable leader to go to Redridge Mountain first... Alex, yes, Alex is trustworthy."
Van Cleef was thinking about the members under his command. He suddenly felt a headache. Only he, Alex and Hank were the only ones with management experience, and there were so many areas to manage in the future. He couldn't.
He appointed rough guys who only knew how to cut rocks or fight as mayors of a place. When he really started to do big things, Van Cleef realized that he had so few talents at hand.
"By the way, there's one more thing."
The leader of the Defias Brotherhood raised his head and looked at the unquiet western wilderness in the night. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes. After deciding to join Tyrion's "grand" plan, there were some things he had to do.
Think clearly about the people he cherishes.
With little Vanessa, his daughter, whose future is uncertain, he must find an absolutely safe hiding place for little Vanessa, and at the same time, express his obedience to Tyrion.
Edwin Van Cleef was not a man who was extremely power-hungry, but after being forced to accept a terrifyingly heavy responsibility and mission, he was like a real veteran, thinking about how to complete it perfectly.
.
What Tyrion needs is this kind of person, a subordinate with strong subjective initiative who can think about how to complete the task.
On the other side, the disasters in Night Town, Lakeside Town and Watchfort were finally informed by the king to the nobles of the kingdom. Due to the rebellion in the western wilderness, Stormwind City, which was in a state of anxiety, quickly entered a state of panic.
, although the official is still hiding the news from the civilians, with the upcoming conscription, this news cannot be kept secret for long.
The nobles of the kingdom who were at the center of the storm were in panic. Even the stupidest people knew that an unimaginable disaster had happened and was spreading in all directions at an extremely fast speed.
Countess Catalina, who is very low-key today, is sitting in her carriage. The injury on her arm has not healed yet. Every time she appears, she wears a long-sleeved black dress, and there is always a Countess beside her.
With the company of Duke Val, after she was injured, the relationship between the two was almost completely clear.
But the countess also suffered some troubles today, some personal troubles.
"bite"
The count's carriage stopped at the entrance of the "Pig and Whistle" hotel in the old city. This time-honored hotel is not as gorgeous as the gold-encrusted rose in the business district. The people in it are from all walks of life, but it is a perfect hiding place.
On the ground, many criminals from the kingdom appear openly here. This is one of the places where the dark forces of the entire kingdom gather together.
The countess was escorted by two powerful guards all the way up to the third floor of the hotel. This floor was occupied by a generous nobleman yesterday, and the nobleman brought a large number of servants.
The first thing I did after moving in was to send a letter to Countess Caterina's residence.
This is also the reason why the Countess came here in a low-key manner today. It was an invitation that she could not refuse.
"Duh duh duh"
The Countess asked her guards to guard the entrance to the third floor. She reached out and knocked on the door. After a moment, a black-haired maid in a long skirt opened the door for her. The maid had a cold and beautiful face, but there was a dark look in her eyes.
Snake Eyes revealed her identity.
The maid bowed respectfully to Countess Caterina and greeted softly:
"Long time no see, Your Highness, I wish you all the best."
"Maria, get up."
Catalina was disgusted with this kind of hypocritical greeting. She raised her hand casually, and then without looking at the maid, like a true nobleman, she strolled into the room and stood by the window hung with gorgeous white gauze.
, a tall, thin man with gray hair and meticulously combed hair, his back to her.
Catalina looked at the man in front of her, and a strange light flashed in her eyes. She could feel that her arrogant and dangerous brother seemed a little... different.
"Brother, I'm here."
Countess Catalina said softly: "You should stay in Blackstone Mountain to be your earthbover king, instead of coming to Stormwind City in such a low-key manner, so I am curious, why is all this happening?"
Nefarian in human form seemed not to hear his sister's question. After a few seconds, he spoke.
The voice was dry, hoarse, low, hollow, and full of a tone that made Catalina very disgusted and frightened:
"I, I am here for the mission given by Your Majesty."
"His Majesty?"
Catalina tasted the word, and she felt a hint of uncertainty. She subconsciously took a few steps back, but behind her, four undead black dragons in human form appeared silently, blocking her way to leave.
"My sister, Your Majesty also brought you his greetings."
Nefarian turned around. On his originally handsome face, there was a ferocious scar that cut across his right eye. In his eyes, the yellow snake pupils had turned into pale pupils, and in the pupils, there was still
There was a trace of blood-colored halo, and his body no longer had the anxious volcano-like temperament it once had, but was replaced by a coldness, like an iceberg suspended above the sea.
He is not weaker than before, but more dangerous... and more sinister than before.
"That's your Majesty! Not mine!"
Countess Catalina's black eyes turned into yellow snake pupils, and she yelled at her brother:
"I will not obey him! That abominable, disgusting undead! I will not obey! I will not..."
"Bang"
The figure in front of Catalina suddenly disappeared at this moment. She felt the crisis, and just wanted to burst out the power of the black dragon to fight, but the gloomy ice-like claws were already clasped around her slender neck.
This kind of coldness made the Black Dragon Princess feel the trembling on her skin. Her body felt as if it had been hit by a cannonball, and her whole body was forced against the wall behind her.
When the Black Dragon Prince's power was slightly leaked, a human-shaped depression appeared on the wall. Tyrion's Frost Dragon looked at his imprisoned sister, with no emotion in his pale eyes.
Say softly:
"You must be humble! Call him...Your Majesty!"
"Ahem"
Onyxia struggled hard, but Nefarian, strengthened by death, was stronger than before. She looked at her brother who had become a stranger, a trace of pain and ridicule flashed in her eyes, and she said with difficulty:
"When...when did the proud King of Blackstone...become the...bastard of the undead!"
"No, you don't understand, my sister."
"Bang"
Onyxia was thrown to the ground roughly by Nefarian. The Black Dragon Prince moved his wrists and looked at Onyxia calmly. He said in a deep voice:
"This is a supreme gift. In the power and freedom granted by Your Majesty, and in the shadow raised by Your Majesty, the Black Dragon will get rid of all the shackles of the past. We will regain the sky. Those who once hunted us were once hostile to us.
Those who have vowed to destroy us... will be trampled under our feet! Sacrifice, sacrifice is the basis of victory, and our sacrifice will win the future for the Black Dragon!"
"I... am a martyr!"
Nefarian took a few steps back and sat on the chair. He intertwined his fingers and looked at his sister:
"I sacrificed myself to buy your freedom...Leave here, Onyxia, and go wherever you want. Stormwind City is about to be destroyed in the freezing cold of the Death Frost. You should not accompany it.
disappear into history together."
"Is this what you came to tell me?"
Onyxia rubbed her neck. There were severe frostbite marks on her white neck. She looked at her brother and asked:
"You don't want to kill me? Offer me to your new master?"
"Leave."
Nefarian closed his eyes like a statue, and he murmured like a dream:
"Before I change my mind, leave. Maria and the living compatriots will leave with you. From today on... Onyxia, you, you will become the Black Dragon Queen, dormant, waiting for us to
You tear apart the darkness and wait for that dawn to come."
Onyxia was dumbfounded as she listened to her brother's crazy words. She even forgot to get up. It wasn't until the black dragon maid stepped forward and helped the new queen up that she came back to her senses. She looked at Nefarian.
Screaming:
"You're crazy! Haven't you always wanted to be the Black Dragon King? Why did you give up? And why did you give me this mission?"
"Because living represents hope, Your Majesty."
The black dragon maid Maria dragged Onyxia towards the door of the room, and she whispered:
"His Royal Highness Nefarian has made a decision. They made sacrifices... They sacrificed themselves and bought us tomorrow. Your Majesty, you should mature. Your brother never wanted to hurt you.
He loves you more than anyone else and is willing to sacrifice everything for you and his race... Of course, this sacrifice was not voluntary... but it has happened."
"We just have to...accept it."
"Bang"
Behind Countess Catalina, the door closed quietly, and in front of her, more than 30 humanoid black dragons with black hair and black eyes were dressed in servants' clothes, holding their own bows in their hands. These men, women and children all wore Puri on their chests.
The coat of arms of the Stowe family, fear and dissatisfaction still remain on their faces, but their appearance here means that they have accepted their future.
"Our clan members...are all that's left?"
Catalina looked back at the maid Maria, who nodded sadly: "These are the only ones left alive."
Looking at the respectful clansmen in front of her, Catalina felt a little dizzy. Her brother was not just talking, he was telling the truth. The Black Dragon Princess also got the throne of queen that she had always expected, but at this moment, she
Without even a trace of excitement or joy, she looked back at the closed door behind her, and she only felt...sadness.
"What's his plan?"
Countess Katarina asked: "What are they going to do to Stormwind?"
The black dragon maid pursed her lips, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she whispered:
"Total destruction... nothing more."
"ah!"
The countess rubbed her forehead with a headache, and waved to the new maid behind her with difficulty:
"Send these people to my mansion, give them food and a place to rest, Palina will help you, and then invite Duke Bolvar to Stormwind Fortress, and Bishop Chaldea...quickly!"
Countess Katarina Presto has never regarded the survival of the Kingdom of Stormwind as her responsibility, but now, facing the menacing undead and her brother's vague warning, the countess realizes that the remaining black dragon wants to
If you want to continue hiding, there is no better place than the Kingdom of Stormwind.
What she is about to try hard is not to encourage the country to fight against the enemy, but to try to use her own power for the first time to save the kingdom system and at least let most people survive to maintain the kingdom and the nest she has built.
whole.
Look, at the moment when the true cold darkness raised the battle flag, the original justice and evil had to join forces to protect themselves...It is really ironic to be so weak.
