"This is the most perfect gift they could ever get."
Nasa stood at the entrance of Cindy's encryption room, looking at the three beautifully decorated walnut wood coffins placed in the center of the luxurious room. Special aromatherapy wax was also lit around those coffins, forming a mysterious but useless
emblem, except for the magic circle used for concealment, this house contains almost no other mysterious powers, but it is created to be very mysterious.
This is not just a mere decoration.
A long time ago, when Nasa was still serving Tyrion, she learned a lot from her Majesty. In the eyes of simple mortals, any power worth pursuing is mysterious, and they should also be mysterious.
Yes, the sense of ritual is a very complicated thing. In essence, it may just be mystical, but you have to admit that in many cases, creating a sense of mystery can make your words and thoughts accepted by more people.
The Blood Watchers have taken off their long skirts that were difficult to move and put on their blood-red battle armor again. Thanks to the innovations in forging technology in Darkforge City, the best arakkoa scouts secretly crossed the night.
The armor shipped here has also become stronger and more beautiful.
Warriors should have a set of armor and weapons worthy of their status, which can allow them to find a sense of honor in the cruel war.
Now Nasa and her blood sisters have wrapped their bodies in armor. From a distance, they look like a group of raptors hunting in the dark night. In front of Nasa's eyes, Oliden Perino
De was kneeling on one knee, listening to the orders from his new master.
In Nasa's hands, on top of an extremely perfectly polished Apexis crystal, Tyrion's figure loomed in the darkness:
"Protect your people, Auriden. They will be your most trustworthy relatives in your endless life in the future. You are burdened with a great mission. Compared with it, the fate of the royal family in Alterac is simply insignificant.
It is worth mentioning that our company joins hands to create a new world of freedom, and this requires you and your comrades to make great sacrifices for this."
"The Syndicate, it will be destroyed in the angry and impotent fire of its enemies, but soon, in the dark dawn, it will be reborn..."
"Just like you are now."
"Use the power I gave you to lurk in the heart of the human empire. When necessary, you will be the sharpest sword to pierce that corrupt system. Yes, I have never doubted your ability... Hold on tight
With this strength, then be open-minded and do great things."
Tyrion's figure slowly disappeared on top of the Apexis crystal. This crystal from outside the territory, after being carefully polished by the arakkoa craftsmen of Tongtian Peak, has various magical effects. The most important point is that as long as
Without the use of large amounts of magical support, the long-distance communication enabled by the Apexis Crystal is difficult to detect by the battle mages throughout Alterac.
But judging from the current situation, no matter what Tyrion drives Nassa to do in the Syndicate organization, this matter has reached the final moment. Even if Lothar's intelligence officers pay attention to them, it will be difficult to make any decisions.
A timely move.
But this is not to blame those poor intelligence officers. They are not incompetent, but the Syndicate has been penetrated by the power of the Dark Blade long before the empire was established. This is a long line that has been buried for too long, and has reached the root of mankind.
It cannot be discovered, and in this secret confrontation that requires great patience, the elves obviously have a greater advantage.
"Guard them, Auriden. After they wake up, you will go to the Arathi Highlands and cut off all ties with the Syndicate."
Nasa put an artistic blood bat mask on her face, and angrily handed a bright red crystal dagger to the human vampire in front of her. She said in a deep voice:
"The moment the Syndicate is destroyed, you can begin to carry out your new mission. There is no need to be afraid. There will be others walking with you there. You will never fight alone."
"I will do my best."
Auriden expressed his loyalty using the ancient language that has been passed down by the Kingdom of Alterac for thousands of years, but when he raised his head, there was nothing in front of him. No matter how many times he looked at it, the Blood Watchers were sneaking with incredible skills.
The concealment technique will make people feel numb, but fortunately, they are on their side now.
Auriden inserted the crystal dagger with a halo like blood into the buckle on his waist. He looked back at the three quiet wooden coffins behind him. In his eyes, the blood-red light was beating and injected into it.
The source blood of the Midnight Children allowed Sarain to finally break through the restriction that blood servants could not develop new servants. This cursed bloodline would spread among humans through blood transmission from generation to generation, starting from Auriden.
Of course, for pure Sarain, the power of human vampires is weak, but for humans who long for the fire of revenge, such power is enough.
"Shua"
The blood was beating on the tips of Auriden's fingers, as if he had been given real life. He waved his hand casually, and a glass of blood wine with ice cubes fell into his hand. He walked forward slowly, and stood in the warmth of the fireplace.
In the light of the fire, he sat on the empty armchair.
While he was savoring the strange sweetness of the blood wine and the full satisfaction of his body's desires, he hummed a song in the darkness illuminated by the firelight.
It was an Alterac folk ballad. Auriden grew up listening to such ballads. And now, in this slightly weird hum, the last bloodline of the Perenolde royal family, which has been passed down for thousands of years,
Finally returned to darkness.
Return to the warm...darkness.
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The kingdom of Gilneas is at the very center of this peninsula country. It is an ancient city divided into four large districts. Thousands of years ago, when Duke Greymane was ordered by Emperor Thoradin to guard the southwestern border of the empire,
The construction of this city has already begun, and as time goes by, Gilneas City has not lost its original color.
While the Gilnean merchants who were good at doing business were sending a steady stream of gold coins back to their homeland, Gilneas City, the city that symbolized royal power, was becoming more and more powerful.
But in terms of area, it is larger than the human city of Lordaeron in northern Xinjiang. More than 800,000 people live in this black-toned city, and one-fifth of the residents of Gilneas live in it.
Here, however, since the spread of lycanthropy that broke out in the northern border of the kingdom a few years ago, the city has become increasingly crowded. Many refugees who lost their homes during the epidemic have started a new life here.
The epidemic that broke out in Dragonbone Harbor not long ago caused many residents there to flee eastward in panic, causing Gilneas City's unstable order to face even more terrifying challenges.
The epidemic is spreading and the situation is grim. At this critical moment, the Greymane royal family can no longer care about maintaining its image of being friendly to the people. At the request of His Majesty Genn, the entire Gilneas City has implemented a curfew policy, and its four cities
Tightly guarded sentries have been erected at the gates, and any immigrants and merchants entering the city must undergo strict inspections.
So every morning when the city gate opens, you can see a long queue outside the city gate, including refugees with their families, holding distressed children, and wearing gentleman hats and tulle.
There were also some businessmen driving carriages into the city to do business, as well as some soldiers taking turns.
However, in Gilneas today, there is a kind of people who do not need to be inspected. They can come and go anywhere in the country at will, and wherever they appear, people will feel relaxed and safe.
Those are the druids...the night elf druids who came from another continent and walked in this strange land in order to cure the werewolf disease.
They are both male and female, often wearing robes made of animal skins, and some wild druid attire. Even in the eyes of the Gilneans, who have tough folk customs, they are somewhat "immoral", but it cannot be denied that those who respect nature
The arrival of the druid did bring a glimmer of hope to this country that was overwhelmed by lycanthropy.
Even though they haven't found a cure for the werewolf epidemic yet, with the help of their magical herbs, some innocent people bitten by werewolves can indeed get rid of the nightmare of transforming into monsters. Although it does not work every time, these remedies
Druids have indeed become Gilneas's most welcome "guests".
Although the druids don't care how this country affects their senses...the druids came to Gilneas so proactively not because of the "humanitarian spirit". Thousands of years ago, the existence of werewolves
It was born because of a dangerous attempt among the druids. The first generation of werewolves were even some crazy druids who were addicted to animalistic nature. Therefore, it can be said that the druids currently operating in Gilneas are actually here to fight for themselves.
Mistakes made thousands of years ago, "atonement".
Of course, they won't tell everyone about this reason. Naturally, the Gilneans don't know the thoughts of these reclusive druids.
"Get out of the way! Get in line!"
At the east city gate of Gilneas, the major guarding the city gate waved impatiently to the lady squeezing in front of him:
"No matter who you were, whether it was a noble or a big businessman, get in line! Everyone must be inspected."
"Huh? So even the messengers delivering herbal medicines have to be blocked?"
A slightly weird female voice came to the major's ears. The somewhat irritable major raised his head and saw standing in front of him a man carrying a basket of herbs, wearing a gray animal skin robe, and carrying a half-covered mask.
A night elf with a gray wolf mask on her face, she carried a wattle staff behind her back, without any pendants, and her long fiery red hair was casually hanging around her head.
Obviously, this is a druid, which can be seen from the natural magic patterns carved on both sides of her arms.
"Uh, oh, druid...ma'am, of course, you don't have to queue, Gilneas City welcomes any druid."
The major stood up hurriedly, rubbed his hands, and said to the druid in front of him with some embarrassment:
"But I still have to ask, these herbs?"
"These herbs are given to Dr. Wolfe. He needs these herbs to extract potions. He is a weird human being. When we last met, he boasted that he was very famous in this city... Is it true?
?”
The druid girl asked curiously, while the major scratched his head in embarrassment:
"Well, of course, Dr. Wolfe, he is indeed "famous", but his crazy behavior and personality cannot hide his significant achievements in curing lycanthropy... Okay, boys, escort this
Ms. Druid went to Dr. Wolfe's clinic, oh, by the way, I want to register, what is your name?"
The conscientious major asked his question, and the druid hesitated and whispered:
"My name is Cordana...Cordana Starsong, a wild druid from Mount Hyjal."
Behind her, some curious children hid behind the adults and secretly looked at the tall Druid lady. Their whispers seemed to be heard by the Druid. She turned her head without being covered by the wolfskin mask.
A gentle smile appeared on the lower half of her covered face. She waved to them, and then was escorted into the city by the soldiers under the envious gazes of other civilians.
Unlike other druids who live in solitary confinement, this young-looking Druid girl is very talkative. She walks on the slightly desolate streets of Gilneas, asking questions from time to time, as if she is entering the human race for the first time.
A curious girl in the city, and after she gave her some rare herbs as a gift, the two soldiers who escorted her also knew everything about the druid girl's problems.
It wasn't until ten minutes later that they arrived at the door of "Dr. Wolfe's Private Clinic" at the end of Third Avenue in the Gilneas Cathedral District. Although it was just early morning when the sun was rising, they were in front of the clinic that had not yet opened.
, there was already a queue of more than a dozen people. It seemed that Dr. Wolfe's business was very prosperous, but in comparison, the two clinics on the street were empty.
"Duh duh, duh duh"
The druid girl bid farewell to the enthusiastic soldiers, then walked around to the back door of the clinic. She looked around, stretched out her hand, knocked on the door, and whispered:
"Open the door! Dr. Wolfe, I am Cordana, and I have brought you new herbs, and the story I didn't finish telling last time, the story called "The Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood"."
"Shua"
The closed door was opened the next moment. Dr. Wolfe, who was only wearing pajamas, looked at the Druid in front of him with suspicion and vigilance. He whispered:
"I don't have a druid friend."
"Of course, you didn't."
Cordana took off her wolfskin helmet that covered her eyes. Her blood-red eyes made Wolfe lower his guard. The Blood Watcher's cute little nose moved. She frowned and looked at the human model dog in front of her.
What a doctor, she whispered:
"I'll give you one minute to send the two women out of your house... Speaking of which, Mr. Wolfe, you must have not forgotten your mission, right?"
"There is no conflict between entertainment and work, Nasa's little follower."
Wolfe yawned, and a dangerous light flashed in his black eyes:
"I know what I'm doing, and I'm doing it well... Come in and talk, my little cuties, they are one of our own."
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