"We must abandon Stormwind City and prepare to migrate immediately..."
In the King's Hall of Stormwind Fortress, invited by Countess Catalina, the nobles who came here were stunned to hear the countess's new proposal. They whispered to each other, and during the discussion, they seriously doubted the delicate countess.
Have you been scared crazy by the undead?
"Stormwind City has the power to protect us, Countess, your proposal is simply fantasy."
Archbishop Benedictus was a little out of sorts. He stood up and scolded the countess with a serious face:
"Are you trying to persuade us to flee without a fight? Let His Majesty the King abandon his people? Yes, Redridge Mountains and Duskwood have been lost, but with the help of the draenei, our people have not suffered too much
Loss, in the East Valley, the kingdom's bravest soldiers and generals are setting up defense lines, I believe they can hold off those undead...at least until the empire's support arrives!"
The Duke of Beauval, who has always been willing to support the countess, also expressed his position:
"Katerina, I know you have been under a lot of pressure recently, but believe me, the reunited imperial army has set off. With the help of the human emperor, and with the entire human power united, we can win this battle.
A war!"
The Duke whispered to the Countess beside him:
"Don't worry, Katarina, don't worry, I will protect you."
Other nobles are not interested in this idea of total evacuation. The human kingdoms are dispersed from each other, and over hundreds of years, a fixed circle of nobles has been formed in each country. The industries of the great nobles of the Kingdom of Stormwind are all in this country.
, once they leave here, it will be difficult for them to find a place for themselves in other kingdoms.
Therefore, if they had not faced the fatal crisis when the orcs came to the city a few years ago, these nobles would not have been able to leave Stormwind City.
His Majesty the King, who has never spoken, looks very haggard. Queen Tiffany's condition has not improved. All the young King's energy is focused on his beloved. He really has no intention to deal with the affairs of the country now.
When the discussion among the nobles became quieter, Privy Councilor Chaldean Priest, who had not spoken yet, glanced at the countess with a frosty face. In his ears, the strange voice sounded again:
"This is an anonymous follower of Tyrion who will help these stupid humans in the future, but at least this time, she is serious. She betrayed Tyrion for her own benefit... Little cutie, your stupid compatriots are still deceived.
In the dark, I think you should help her, this is for your own good."
The Chaldean priest hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said to the other nobles in a magnetic voice:
"Everyone, be quiet. I believe that Countess Catalina is a wise person. The judgments she has made in the past have proven this. Therefore, before we criticize the Countess's suggestions, we should give her enough respect.
At least let the countess tell you why she proposed to do this."
At the same time, the leader of MI7, Master Assassin Mathias Shore, looked at Chaldea and the Countess with suspicion. This thoughtful assassin had reason to believe that these two people had their own secrets.
secret.
The Privy Bishop's words made Archbishop Benedictus glare at him fiercely, but the Chaldean priest seemed not to notice. As the Privy Bishop, who was very close to the people and willing to help all believers, was gaining increasing popularity among believers.
Now, almost all the priests of the Cathedral of Light know about the conflict between Benedictus and Chaldea.
The discussion among the nobles became quieter, and even King Varian turned his attention to Catalina. The countess with a frosty face hesitated for a moment, and she sighed:
"Every ancient noble family has its own secrets, and the Presto family is the same. I didn't want to disclose the secrets about the family bloodline, but at this moment of life and death for this country, I have to do so. I hope
Ancestors can forgive me."
After speaking, the countess stretched out her hand. Under the gaze of the nobles, black scales covered her arms. This scene caused many people to exclaim, and Duke Bolvar's eyes widened even more, and he stood up subconsciously.
body.
Feeling those strange eyes, Countess Catalina smiled sadly. She looked at the incredulous Duke Bolvar, and a hint of pain appeared in her eyes. It was the pain of being despised by her lover. She slowly
He put away his sleeves, without looking at Bolvar, and said to the other nobles:
"The Presto family has been serving the alliance since its birth, but my ancestors had an adventure that was unimaginable for humans thousands of years ago before the empire was divided.
From that day on, the blood of the black dragon has been flowing in our blood... You should all have heard of the existence of dragonborn, and I, I am one of them."
"For generations, the Prestor family has maintained contact with the black dragons hidden outside history. The world calls them evil things, but the disaster of the black dragons originated from the king of the black dragons who betrayed the dragon covenant.
And now, the King of Black Dragons has long since fallen... Recently, some exiled black dragons have been asking for asylum, and the Prestor family has accepted them. From their mouths, I got an amazing news."
The countess's eyes collided with Mathias Shore's:
"Master Shaw, I know that you have been secretly pursuing the secrets of the Presto family. Today, I will share it. The black dragons were slaughtered... The ones who massacred them were the descendants from the world of Draenor.
The undead are coming out! Even the giant dragon can't stop them. How can the human kingdom preserve its existence under the undead's army?"
"And more importantly... the power of darkness has taken root within Stormwind City, the rebellion in Westfall! The fall of Redridge Mountain! The disaster in Night Town! All of this, none of this is accidental!"
The countess closed her eyes and recalled the information she had collected in the past. Finally, she chose a breakthrough point:
"There are undead forces in Stormwind City! And they are hidden in this city!"
"Wow"
This earth-shattering news caused all the nobles to be in an uproar. King Varian also showed a dull expression. Others looked at the people around him warily. Even Master Shaw stopped thinking for a moment and sat down.
Chaldea Morgan, who was on the side, had a glimmer of light in his eyes. He could guess that the undead force the Countess was talking about was someone else, but he also immediately realized...the opportunity he had been waiting for was here!
"Sister! Help me!"
Chaldea's fingers touched the purple crystal dagger at his waist. At his call, the voice that penetrated into the darkness playfully let out a short and harsh laugh:
"If you finally use my power, little cutie, you will finally realize who is worthy of relying on... Benedictus has enjoyed N'zoth's secret favor for too long, but unfortunately he did not do enough.
The days of domineering and domineering are over! I will help you expose him, but in return..."
"I will give you a grand festival!"
Chaldea almost gritted her teeth and said this in her heart. The next moment, strange and dark power emerged in the entire Stormwind Fortress. Count Bolvar, who was most sensitive to energy, almost subconsciously came from behind.
The guard took the sword from his hand and protected Countess Catalina and the king behind him, while Master Shore immediately disappeared into the darkness.
In front of them was the source of dark power...the bewildered archbishop...Benedictus.
Tyrion had warned Chaldea that the archbishop hid a more terrifying darkness beneath his appearance, and the Chaldean priest who held the evil blade Xalatas could clearly feel that under the archbishop's compassion,
Underneath his appearance, there is a dark soul like him hidden.
They are all believers of the Ancient God, but there is more than one Ancient God. There are also conflicts and fatal conflicts between those powerful dark creatures.
"You! Archbishop! You..."
Bolvar looked at Archbishop Benitadis, whose whole body was shrouded in strange and low shadow power. Pain and anger shone in the eyes of this sincere paladin, and Benedidi was surrounded by a sudden swarm of dark power.
Tas subconsciously wanted to retort, but looking at the eyes of the people around him, he looked back at the Chaldean priest who was panicking and trying to escape. The archbishop, who had been hiding for decades, finally just sighed.
"Alas...an outstanding junior."
Exposed in full view of the public, the archbishop could no longer hide himself. There was an essential difference between the framed power and his own power. From those submissive and numbing weird purples surrounding him,
Judging from the halo, even the most junior magician can see the extent to which the archbishop in front of him is favored by the shadow.
At this time, he was like a black hole, absorbing the surrounding light crazily.
At this time, the void energy in the Archbishop's body was like a water valve that had been opened, unable to be collected at all. A higher power was affecting him. Benedictus had felt this power countless times in meditation, but he
It is clear that this power is not given by his benefactor, but from another ancient god who is of the same rank as his master but has never appeared in history.
He was tricked. There was no doubt that without any precautions, the strange ancient god revealed the other side of him that he had hidden in front of his people. What's more terrible is that he couldn't
Argument, because this is him, the most real him, and that confusing whisper sounded crazily in Benedictus's ears, confusing his thinking.
Under the double influence, the archbishop no longer concealed his power. He waved his hands, and the tentacles of flesh and blood erupted from the darkness swept everything around him crazily. The nobles who were caught off guard were like food, screaming.
In the sound, it was completely corroded by the terrifying power of the void.
"It shouldn't be now..."
A low voice came from the purple halo like a black curtain. Benedictus, who had completely exploded with power, had lost his human form. He murmured: "It shouldn't be now, but... the kingdom that worships false gods will
If it collapses today, this is... not a bad thing!"
"boom"
The Archbishop, wrapped in the power of flesh and blood, raised his hand, and the deep and obscure void energy swept towards Bolvar... towards the king behind him, Varian Wrynn!
"Human beings will die huddled behind high walls, they see no other way out!"
"In the sublimation of flesh and blood, you will understand why resistance is futile...Nothing will be corroded, not even the undead and demons...are the same!"
"Protect the King!"
The paladin raised his shield, and the heat of the holy light shone on the surface of the shield. He blocked the void shot with difficulty, but seeing the nobles being seriously injured by the raging force of the void, Duke Bolvar angrily threw the sword in his hand.
The long sword infused with holy light was thrown out fiercely, cutting off a tentacle of flesh and blood that hit the king. Amid the bloody flow, Bishop Twilight's wild laughter resounded throughout the fortress.
"Why resist? Rather than die and bow before me, the Void will grant you eternal life! If you see what I see, you will understand... there is no good, no evil, and no light.
..Power! Only power! Only power!”
"boom"
The increasingly crazier tentacles of flesh and blood were raging in Stormwind Fortress like wild beasts. Even the stone steps on the top floor of the building were knocked down. Amidst the roar of the archbishop, the remaining people shivered and screamed. The loyal royal family
The guards brandished their weapons and rushed towards the monster that was impossible to defeat, but they died one after another in the ravage of flesh and blood.
"We serve the true masters of this world! When their order comes, we will share in his glory!"
"哐"
A tentacle composed of pure shadow smashed hard at Duke Bolvar, who was guarding the king and nobles as they left. On this battlefield of flesh and blood, the Grand Duke's whole body was shining with hot holy light, and he smashed the top of his head with difficulty.
The tentacle was cut off, but the second tentacle followed closely behind. As Bolvar gritted his teeth and fought back, a slender black shadow suddenly blocked in front of him.
"Katrina..."
Bolvar looked at the delicate countess in front of him, who looked at him with a complicated look. Then she turned back and raised her hand. The slender arm quickly turned into a ferocious and sharp dragon claw, which was fierce and sharp.
It collided hard with the flesh and blood tentacles, and in the burning of the shadow flames wrapped in the dragon's claws, the tentacles were quickly burned away.
"Black dragons, come and protect your master!"
At this moment, under the gaze of the citizens of Stormwind City, more than 20 black dragons spread their wings from the noble area and flew to the top of Storm Fortress. Under the call of their new queen, those adult black dragons arrogantly opened the top of Storm Fortress.
The stones sprayed hot dragon breath on the heads of the increasingly terrifying flesh and blood monsters in the hall, while the young dragons flapped their wings and landed in front of the nobles who escaped from the desperate situation. A moment later, the black dragons carried the nobles who escaped from death.
Leaving the battlefield of flesh and blood.
Varian, who was holding the unconscious Queen Tiffany, sat behind a magnetic black dragon, looking back at the royal court that had been covered by dragon breath and void power. The ugly flesh and blood tentacles even penetrated deep into the sky, shooting down the black dragon that came to help.
, this nightmare scene made the king's eyes full of... despair.
This kingdom, this kingdom that should have been reborn, this kingdom that should have been full of hope... He could no longer see the future.
