"He died fighting like a warrior, and his sacrifice inspires us."
"I will erect a sculpture in Stormwind City to commemorate him..."
"This is the last thing the spies found on the battlefield. I think you are the only one qualified to preserve it."
"Please have my condolences, Stormwind City still needs us to unite as one."
"A great man is gone and we will..."
"Get out! Get out of here!"
The noisy dream was awakened by a piercing scream. Countess Catalina sat up from the bed panting. Her face was a little pale. She no longer looked as arrogant and domineering as the Black Dragon Princess, nor was she as radiant as a few days ago.
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She sat alone on the bed, letting the luxurious quilt slip from her smooth skin. When she heard the noise, the maid Maria rushed into the house quickly. The next moment, she was hit in the head by a pillow.
"Get out! Don't come in! Don't bother me!"
Catalina screamed like a madman. At this time, she could not see any dignity that a descendant of the Presto family should have. Instead, she was as angry as a beast, and her eyes even
In anger, it turned into yellow snake eyes.
The black dragon maid was frightened. She hurriedly exited the room, and then heard sobbing coming from the bedroom. A moment later, the head maid Parina walked towards the door with a cup of hot tea, but was stopped by Maria.
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"The mistress doesn't want anyone to disturb her!"
The black dragon maid looked at the human in front of her with a vigilant look, and the head maid Parina was very familiar with this look. In the years she served the royal family, she had seen such a look more than once. It was a look that was wary of other people.
A person receives the favored gaze of his master.
The young black dragon in front of her tried hard to look mature, but Ms. Palina knew very well that she was just a child, just like Katarina, a child who had just grown up.
"Get out of the way! Maria, what the count needs now is not calmness, but comfort."
Although the head maid was just an ordinary human being, the aura around her was very powerful. In that moment, the black dragon maid even felt depressed, but soon, she bared her teeth at Ms. Palina, but
The head maid was not afraid. On the contrary, a peaceful smile appeared on her lips.
"Katrina needs comfort, and you can't give it to her, so... get out of the way, little girl, I won't say it a second time!"
The black dragon maid wanted to block this annoying human woman, but she had to admit that what Palina said made sense, so after a moment, she got out of the way with some frustration, and the head maid looked at her and said approvingly.
:
"Good boy, so well behaved."
After saying that, she opened the door and walked into the dark bedroom. When she raised her head, she saw the Countess sitting on the bed, covering her face and sobbing silently. The well-informed maid sighed. She already knew about Katrin.
The secret of Katerina's bloodline, but she did not resign from the position of head maid of the Presto family. On the contrary, she became more gentle towards Katerina.
She put the teacup in her hand aside, walked to the bedside, gently stretched out her hand, and hugged Catalina, who was crying silently. She stroked the countess' hair and whispered:
"Still sad for him?"
"No!"
The Black Dragon Princess curled up in Palina's arms, and she stubbornly denied: "I will not be sad for the death of a stupid human being, no! It's not because of him... No."
"But it was you that Duke Bolvar missed before he died."
The head maid reached out to pick up the box on the side, took out the blood-stained ring, and placed it in Catalina's hand. She whispered:
"I know that you are arrogant, and I also know that you actually don't like Duke Bolvar. Your sorrow and pain come from the responsibility that you have never shouldered. Everyone who comes to express condolences tells you that you care about him.
It is very important to you, and this heavy pressure makes you overwhelmed, my poor master."
Palina stroked Catalina's long hair, her voice became gentler:
"I don't know how you lived in the past. Maybe you have never been so closely involved in human society and civilization, but this is the first lesson you learned. You enjoy the feeling of being pursued by the Duke of Bolvar. You
You find it fun to play with his emotions, but after he leaves, all this pleasure will turn into a terrible pressure that will make you breathless."
"Parina, I feel like there's something stuck in my heart."
Katerina said softly:
"I have never felt such emotions in the past. It's very uncomfortable...I can dream about them. I hate them."
"This feeling is called guilt, my master."
Palina reached for the hot tea, put it in the countess's hands, and said to her:
"The departure of every important person in your life will make you feel guilty. You will release your anger when you should be gentle to him, and you will be short-tempered when you should get along well with him. But one day, when
When you realize that you will never see him again, you will feel guilty about it. You could have treated him better and saved the time between the two of you, but you didn't."
"Don't let this guilt consume you, Mistress."
Catalina held up the tea cup in her hand blankly. In terms of age, she was more than ten times older than this human woman, but as Palina said, she had never paid attention to these things from a human perspective.
Emotions, and now, at the moment when she had to live as a human being in the human kingdom, these emotions were pressing on her like a landslide.
She might not like Bolvar, and the previous skin-to-skin contact might just be a means of wining over her, but at this moment, her heart was full of guilt, especially when she saw that ring...the one that Bolvar had given her.
, but the ring was thrown back by her.
The blood stains remind people that when the Duke was fighting on the battlefield with this ring, he was still thinking about her in a distant place.
This heavy, irresistible feeling made her feel unbearable.
"How do I lessen this guilt? Palina, it's driving me crazy."
Catalina said with difficulty: "How can I express my apology to a dead person?"
The head maid picked up the comb and tidied up the mistress's messy hair. She said gently:
"I heard that Duke Bolvar has a daughter fostered in Kul Tiras. Maybe it's time to bring her back to Stormwind City. If you raise her with your own hands, your guilt towards the Duke will disappear... I believe it.
I, the mistress, love, using love to dilute guilt is the best way."
"No, we can't bring her to Stormwind."
The Countess shook her head. She turned to look at the dark window. The night outside the window could not block the Black Dragon Princess's gaze. She could clearly see the breathless undead outside the city. She said softly:
"This city has no hope..."
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In the dark night when the undead besieged the city, the entire city was filled with a sense of panic. However, the Kul Tiras fleet that arrived at the dock this afternoon brought nearly ten thousand troops. These soldiers from various countries came under the emperor's command.
Under his orders, he took over the defense of Stormwind City, which had become extremely empty.
The soldiers who escaped from the battlefield in the East Valley two days ago were re-armed. It was an unspeakable shame that the Duke of the Kingdom died on the spot. The injured Marshal Windsor volunteered to lead these soldiers to guard the battlefield.
Standing at the main gate of Stormwind City, he had vowed to live and die with the city gate.
Civilians from North County and Goldshire as well as citizens from Stormwind City were packing up their tributes in the night, and the road to the dock was guarded by guards. The Kul Tiras fleet shouldered the task of transporting civilians.
The merchant ships of Stormwind City have also been recruited, and they must transport civilians to Khaz Modan or Southsea Town as quickly as possible.
As Lothar's orders were issued to every kingdom, in the past few days, more and more ships were heading towards Stormwind City. The scene of exile chosen when facing the orc threat a few years ago appeared again in Stormwind City.
City, and at this moment, the situation is even more critical.
At this time, the old city of Stormwind City had been completely emptied of most civilians. Under the guidance of MI7 agents, the royal guards surrounded the "Pig and Whistle" hotel in the dark, where the undead were hidden.
Force, this has been confirmed by Master Shaw. Tonight, when the undead have besieged Stormwind City, they must eliminate the hidden dangers here.
But unexpectedly, Shore walked in the dark alley again, but never encountered the strange ghost again. There were almost no obstacles along the way. Hundreds of royal guards soon surrounded the hotel. They were in the kitchen.
The trembling boss and attendants were found inside. These poor guys had been imprisoned here for three full days.
With the help of the tavern owner, heavily armed soldiers quickly surrounded the third floor of the hotel.
Stormwind City defense general Jonathan Marcus, who rushed back from the West Wilderness, and MI7 leader Shaw looked at each other, and finally the general kicked open the door of the largest room on the third floor. The heavily armed soldiers
As soon as they came out, they drew their weapons, and in the flickering light of the dim fire, they surrounded the strange guy sitting in the center of the house with his back to the door.
"Whoever you are! Scum in the service of the undead! By the King's command, you are under arrest!"
General Jonathan Marcus was a brave paladin. The death of Duke Bolvar filled his heart with anger. He stepped forward with a war hammer in hand and reached out to hold the silent guy's shoulder. At this moment
, a touch of cold frost spread from this guy's body and quickly extended to General Jonathan's arm.
"ah!"
The general roared in pain, and he took a few steps back. The soldiers behind him hurriedly caught his general, watching the thick frost spread upward quickly, and the flesh and blood wrapped in the frost had turned into lifeless bones.
The soldiers around him gritted their teeth, swung their battle axes, and cut off the general's left arm, thus saving the general's life.
This strange scene made all the soldiers clenched their weapons. Xiaoer hid in the darkness. He approached the figure quietly. This guy was very dangerous, so Xiaoer didn't want to waste any more time. He moved his dagger left and right.
He stabbed the quiet guy with his right hand, and the sharp dagger pierced the guy's skin, but it made a strange sound of steel.
It's like... it's like it's stabbed into the steel plate.
"Hmm"
Nefarian, who was in the dormancy of the undead, was awakened by this blow. The Frost Dragon opened his eyes and looked at the vigilant soldiers around him. A strange joy flashed across his skinny face.
"So...it's about time, right?"
"Ouch!"
The low dragon roar tore through the dark night of the city.
The next second, under the stunned gaze of all the soldiers and master assassins, a giant frost dragon more than 50 meters long appeared in the hotel in the old city. Its huge body easily shattered the building, and its heavy body even more
It directly crushed the floor beneath his feet.
Nefarian's new body is thinner than the previous flesh and blood body. After all, all the blood has been extracted from the whole body, but now the blood flowing in the blood vessels is no longer weak liquid, but substantial destructive energy, the cold ice and snow.
Covering its ferocious appearance, the dragon head is full of violent beauty, and each dragon horn is covered with ice edges.
Every breath it took was so deadly. The moment it appeared, a quarter of the buildings in the old city were covered with snow-white ice flowers.
Amidst the flying bricks and ice flowers, Shaw covered his face in pain. He finally knew why the undead spies hiding in Stormwind City did not need to be hidden anymore... This was not a spy at all, it was the undead.
A weapon planned in advance to destroy Stormwind from within.
This dragon roar may be the countdown to the annihilation of the former glorious Stormwind City. It may be the last dance of the people who do not know the truth and cannot choose. At the moment the music ends, they will face the challenge of death and despair alone.
