In the early morning in the western wilderness, the grass grows long and warblers fly, and dewdrops hang on the grass, highlighting the fertility and hope of this land.
On an unnamed hill, General Maxwell removed his sword from Van Cleef's neck under the persuasion of Paladin Grian Stroman.
"Speak, bandit, and use your clever tongue to save a life from me."
The middle-aged general made no secret of his disgust for Van Cleef, but the latter didn't care. He straightened his clothes and said softly:
"A few days ago, His Majesty Tyrion summoned me in Night Town. He told me his plan for the future of this land. I am not sure whether it is true or false, but maybe you don't know that after Night Town was captured,
, there are rumors everywhere in the kingdom that all the people there were killed by the undead, but this is not actually the case."
Van Cleef said to the two commanders in front of him:
"They are all alive. Except for those who took up arms to fight the undead, the other civilians have been sent to Redridge Mountain and started their lives again in the ruins of Lakeside Town. My comrade Alex is managing
They, help them start a new life... He turned out to be the architect of Stormwind City, and he is good at management."
"Um?"
General Maxwell and the Paladin looked at each other, and he looked at Van Cleef suspiciously:
"Are you sure you're not talking in your sleep? Would the undead be so kind?"
Faced with this doubt, Van Cleef sighed:
"I know what I said is hard to believe, but judging from my personal contact with His Majesty Tyrion, the undead commanded by him will only mercilessly kill the soldiers who oppose them. For civilians... so
It may not be appropriate to say, but they treat civilians even more..."leniently" than our previous kings."
"Nonsense!"
The general cursed, but Van Cleef waved his hand. He had no intention of quarreling with the general, he just told the truth:
"You will know for yourself if you go to Redridge Mountains and see for yourself. The rebellious Jackals in the mountains around Lakeside Town were wiped out by the undead. Even General Gore and the soldiers who finally laid down their weapons and surrendered in the stone castle were not killed.
.They had their weapons confiscated and are now living in Lakeside Town. The undead left them enough supplies to survive for a year, and then left quietly, as if they had never appeared."
"To be honest, if I hadn't waited until Stormwind City was captured, I would have even thought that it was still managed by King Varian and was even more peaceful than before."
"Gore also became a traitor?"
Maxwell said angrily: "He is a veteran who joined the army with me and Reginald, that coward!"
"I personally went to persuade him to put down his weapons."
Van Cleef said quietly:
"Just as I am persuading you now, and General Gore finally agreed with me, I believe you will do the same."
"The King of the Dark Blade asked the Defias Brotherhood to manage this land. He told me that there are no kings and nobles in this land, and everyone will have equal status. The premise is that there will be no resistance against the undead. I
I seriously doubt their sincerity. My intuition tells me that the undead are brewing some conspiracies that we cannot understand and cannot imagine. But listen to me... no matter whether there is a king or not, our people will still live on this land.
Go down."
Edwin Van Cleef persuaded with earnest words:
"Even if you live in the imprisonment of the undead, even if you accept their captivity, no matter what, as long as you are still alive, there is hope. If you die, you will have nothing. And you also know what kind of people we are fighting.
If you fight against the power, even if you die, you will not really get peace."
"I don't believe in those undead, and I don't believe in Tyrion's promises, but at least for now, they do show tolerance for the civilians, but if there is no wise enough leadership to manage the civilians, they will be allowed to be angry towards the undead.
Growing in broad daylight, just think, General, how many innocent people will be killed when the storm is set off."
The Paladin and the General were silent. Van Cleef reached out and held their wrists, lowering his voice:
"I know you hate the undead, and they won't stop fighting. It doesn't matter. I don't care. It's just like my original intention of forming the Defias Brotherhood. I just want to give myself justice. You also have your own persistence, but
No matter what we choose, protecting civilians from harm is the starting point for any decision we make... So, please help me!"
Van Cleef pleaded:
"Temporarily put down your weapons and integrate into the new world left for us by the undead. Civilians need to be protected. Once the undead turn their backs and disown us, they will need us. The people will need a real army... General Gore is not surrendering.
, is not a rebellion, he chose to endure humiliation for a greater goal, we are all the same! Only by preserving ourselves first can we have the qualifications and hope to talk about the future."
"What can you do even if you attack Stormwind City now?"
Van Cleef said with a hint of disappointment:
"Emperor Lothar failed with so many troops. What can you do with only the 5,500 people in Sentinel Ridge? It's just that you died in vain, and your death will only make our enemies stronger."
"The king is no longer here. Now, it's time for us to choose our own mission. Should we die in a meaningless battle? Or should we bow our heads to protect civilians?"
A choice was thrown in front of the general and the paladin. This was undoubtedly a difficult choice, and the general looked directly into Van Cleef's eyes. He tried to see a trace of deception in those sincere eyes, so that he could
There is enough reason to kill the bastard in front of you.
But no... From those eyes, he could see no trace of deception or haze, only sincerity, an irresistible sincerity.
"I can't believe you! Van Cleef."
General Maxwell said stubbornly:
"You have taken refuge in the undead. Maybe you are just using conspiracy to try to disintegrate the last force loyal to the king in the Kingdom of Stormwind. You are just..."
"Enough!"
Van Cleef suddenly and angrily interrupted the general's rebuttal. He stared at Maxwell:
"There is no king here anymore. Varian can't protect us. Everything last night has proved this. Your loyalty to the king can't change anything. Courage can't change the cold reality. Wake up, General, you want
Glory, just take your sword and go find those death lords to fight against each other, instead of dragging everyone to be buried with you!"
"I just... I just want to leave the last spark of fire to my people... This has nothing to do with being loyal to the undead! I am a human being, and you are a human being. We are incompatible with the undead! We can never become them! Look.
Let’s face reality!”
Van Cleef vented his anger, took a step back, looked at the general and paladin in front of him, and whispered:
"This land has fallen into hell. All I can do is do my best to build a new home for the people in hell. If you are willing to come together, I will wait for you at Xiquan Fortress. If you are not willing...
.After you die, I will kneel on the ground and beg the King of the Dead to let go of your bodies and give you a peaceful destination."
"This is all I can do... From now on, I will live on my knees for the sake of those behind me, and you... just stand and die, giving up all responsibilities and missions
, die like a coward."
Edwin Van Cleef turned around and left. His back had never been straighter than it was now. Dedicating himself to a lofty goal and choosing to live a humble life was also a kind of courage.
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After the war, order in Stormwind City was restored very quickly, and the undead's execution of any order was unmatched by other living creatures.
They will not complain in the face of any request. Except for the death lords and high-level knights who have their own thinking and consciousness, all the undead who enter Stormwind City work hard under the orders of the commander.
They spent the whole morning cleaning up the collapsed walls of Stormwind City, and at noon, when Tyrion was walking on the streets of Stormwind City, not even a trace of blood could be seen... Undead Infantry
They completed their mission very well, and they cleaned up the ruins of Stormwind City like a coin that had been wiped countless times.
Shiny.
"All civilians have been handed over to the Defias Brotherhood. Van Cleef reports to you that it is expected that peace will return to the Westfall in a few days, and at that time, the first batch of civilians will return to their homes.
"
The Archlich Khadgar accompanied Tyrion as he walked through the paths of Stormwind City. In the houses on both sides, he could feel the anxious eyes of those hiding among them, the civilians who had been ordered to return to the buildings.
They still live in fear of death caused by the undead, even if the undead leave them enough food and do not intend to kill them.
"Do you think Van Cleef can manage these people well?"
Tyrion stood by the city's canal, looking at the river water that still had a trace of gunpowder smoke, and asked:
"Do you think he is trustworthy?"
"He is certainly not worthy of trust, my lord."
Khadgar said calmly:
"For us, no living person is worthy of trust, but it is much better to choose Van Cleef than choosing anyone else. Because of his own experience, this person's thirst for justice and justice is unmatched by others, and in his heart
The desire to protect the people and the desire to become a hero recognized by others will make him our best assistant and do his best to manage this land for us."
The Archlich glanced at the silent King of the Dead, and after a moment, he asked with a hint of doubt:
"Although I don't understand why you are so persistent in giving those who are alive a second chance? Wouldn't it be easier if you wanted to build a new world in your imagination and use loyal undead to complete this mission?"
"It's simple, Khadgar."
Tyrion looked back at the Archlich and narrowed his eyes:
"I just want those living people to crawl out of the quagmire of civilization under my guidance and truly embrace the world. On the ladder of progress of civilization, there is always a beast called "ignorance" blocking the way. Its performance
There are many forms, the royal power forged by blood, the meaningless aristocratic class, and the common people who work day after day and cannot see any meaning in life. Life... life should not be lived in such an ugly posture."
"When I look back at the world when I came from the land of the dead, looking at the ugly other side, the fire surges in my heart, the kind of fire that reshapes everything..."
"How does the mortal world work?"
Tyrion frowned, closed his eyes, and said:
"The flying birds in the sky are regarded as bad omens, and the falling stars are regarded as disasters. People pray to the priests in fear, but they don't know that everything is doomed... Faith cannot save lives, and courage is not the last hope. The civilization of this world is going
I'm on the wrong path, and I want to get it back on track! If my arrival is a mission, in the past 300 years, I have seen enough of this world that is fantastic on the surface but ugly on the inside!"
"Ravaging it, destroying it, this is my mission! Rebuilding it, that is the mission of the seeds waiting to break out of the ground under the ashes of the fire."
Tyrion clenched his fists, and slowly unclenched them under the archlich's thoughtful gaze. He opened his eyes and looked at his reflection in the water, his long gray hair, and his thin cheeks.
, those ice blue eyes, and the thick smell that lingers all over the body, a smell that does not belong to the cycle of life and death.
All this makes him incompatible with this world.
"This cannot be done by the undead, because in the final analysis... we are just fakes that cannot stand in the sun."
Your imagination is so terrible... What makes you think that it is possible for Azeroth to develop communism? Productivity determines production relations... I only dare to think of the industrial revolution, but you actually...
It seems that all of you are people with unique minds who are suitable for time travel. In addition, you can put forward any opinions in this chapter. Let's discuss it harmoniously. As for you who insist on saying, I don't like this plot, I give up.
After reading the book...then I really have no choice. Harmony, harmony is the most important thing.
