The shivering witch hiding in the storage looked at the huge wooden cheetah transformed by the forest spirit in front of her with horror on her face. She tried her best but could not defeat the terrifying monster in front of her. She could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.
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But the wood elves lack emotion, especially after seeing how cruelly these witches killed those very talented plants, the wood elves will not show mercy to them.
The wooden cheetah rushed forward and knocked the witch to the ground with one claw. The next moment, the elder Lin Jing recovered his human body in the changing halo. He roughly grabbed the witch by the neck and lifted it up, and drew a drop of blood.
Hong's seed was stuffed into her mouth, and then she took a step back.
"Plants, pain, revenge!"
He spat out a few words in dry human language, and the witch in front of him felt that the swallowed seeds were quickly taking root and sprouting in her body, devouring her flesh and blood to grow rapidly, and that flesh and blood had been plundered.
The pain caused the witch to roll on the ground, howling in pain, but after a few seconds, she could no longer make a sound because she turned into... a tree.
The bright red vines pierced out from the witch's shriveled skin. Under the command of the forest elf elders, like the craziest and most ferocious snakes, the barbed vines spread in all directions. Soon, those hiding behind
The fish that slipped through the net, shivering in the darkness, was discovered by the vines that began to spread in the cave, and...was swallowed.
Compared with the superb methods of controlling plants by forest elves, the soul structures crafted by witches are just like children's toys and are not worth mentioning.
"puff"
The El Knight pulled out the heavy sword with a dark green halo from the ghostly body of the witch matron in front of him. The most powerful witch in the witch guild only stood in front of him for 2 minutes.
The black magic they are good at is completely unable to penetrate the anti-magic shield of the death knight, and the tricks they often use to enslave the mind are useless against the tough soul of the death knight, even the ghosts who are immune to most physical attacks.
His body also seems so fragile when facing the increasingly complicated and powerful necromantic rune system.
"Weak man, why do you have to fight?"
The El Knight was not a sentimental person, but at this time, facing the witch coven that was rapidly being destroyed by the death knights and the wither druids, he still expressed his emotions.
This is probably the weakest organization that the Dark Blade Knights have faced since they entered this world.
"I found it!"
Behind the El Knight, the witch Welle held a thick dark tome, staggered towards him, and handed the book to the El Knight as if it were a treasure.
"The way to enter the Realm of Blight! I found it!"
"Very good, Your Majesty will definitely be very satisfied."
Al took the book and flipped through a few pages. His eyes were suddenly attracted by other records. He turned to look at the witch beside him and asked in a low voice:
"The... Knights of Ashes recorded in this book, what kind of organization is this?"
"The Knights of Ash are a legend. Every child in Drustvar grew up hearing the stories of the Knights of Ash."
The witch Willey knew almost everything about the powerful and ruthless leader of the death knights:
"It is said that they are a kind of powerful warriors that were born when our ancestors fought against the dark forces entrenched in Drustvar. They have their own unique inheritance and can attack as powerful as natural enemies.
To restrain the darkness, it was under the leadership of the Knights of Ash that the ancestors defeated the dark forces entrenched here. After that, Kul Tiras' rule over Drustvar was truly established."
"Huh? Restraint against the dark forces like a natural enemy?"
Knight Al narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, he said to Witch Wille:
"This is very important information, Wei Lai. I have seen your loyalty and dedication to the Dark Blade. When His Majesty arrives, I will report all your achievements to him, but now, I need you to find out about Ashes.
All information about the Knights... must be kept confidential! Do you understand?"
"Yes, I will definitely try my best!"
The witch leaned down and accepted the new order, but she also expressed her worries:
"But with all due respect, the El Knights and Witches have been looking for information about the Ash Knights for thousands of years, but they seem to have disappeared. Some people say that the inheritance of the Ash Knights has been cut off, and in the end it is related to them.
It is a sacred scripture that records the training methods and weapon information of the Ash Knights. It was hidden in a top-secret place by the descendants of the leader of the Ash Knights, but no one knows whether this rumor is true or not."
"The descendant of the leader of the Ash Knights? Who is that?"
Al asked back, the witch glanced in the direction of Klein Town, and she said softly:
"It is the Waycrest family that rules this place...the local lords have a powerful army. In the era of the witch coven, no one dared to pry into their secrets."
"But times have changed, Wille!"
The El Knight glanced at the cowardly witch and said in a deep voice:
"When serving His Majesty, you must put aside all fear and cowardice... Before His Majesty arrives, the death knights I brought will fully cooperate with you and must get everything about the Ash Knights from the Waycrest family.
Inheritance! Failure is not allowed!”
This scolding made Willie stand up straight subconsciously, and she replied loudly:
"As you command!"
After the witch staggered away, Knight Al walked into a hidden cave in the secret place of the witch coven. In the darkness, he carefully flipped through the dark book in his hand. After confirming the authenticity of these records, Al Knight
Knight Er took out a uniquely polished Apexis communication crystal from his pocket and activated it.
The next moment, in the dim and shining halo, the back of the Archlich appeared in front of the El Knight.
"You are not stupid, Al, so you took the risk to contact me at this time. Did you find something important?"
"Yes, sir... I found something interesting in the remote mountainous area of Kul Tiras. According to the records of the ancient ancestors here, an organization called the Knights of Ash once had a weapon that could suppress
Judging from the description here of the methods of dark power, the inheritance they possess should also have a certain suppressive effect on death knights."
Al said softly:
"What's your opinion?"
The figure of the great lich disappeared for a moment, and after a moment, his calm voice came:
"Then find it...I will send someone to help you. In addition, tell our Majesty the whole thing. He should know everything."
"but..."
"There are no buts! Your Majesty is the King of Dark Blade, and you and I are his followers. Even if there is a conflict of ideas, you must be absolutely loyal to him. You must remember, Al, we are not betraying His Majesty.
We are just perfecting his great plan, don’t put yourself in a position to confront Tyrion, you can’t win!”
The Archlich's voice became as ethereal as smoke. He waved his hand, and the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared.
"Do what a knight should do, and leave the rest to me."
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"I left behind the three battle groups confronting each other on the front line, left behind the war-torn mainland battlefield, crossed the endless sea, and came to this remote country above the sea... If I don't get what I want this time
, that would be really disappointing.”
In the port in the northwest of Drustvar, the lighthouse that was supposed to be controlled by the Kul Tiras navy was silent at this time, allowing a ship wrapped in mist to sail past the coast of Drustvar, and finally
Docked at a dilapidated port.
The moment Tyrion stepped out of the cabin, in front of his eyes, the death knights headed by the El Knights had completely controlled the port. The original owners of the port, some pirates who had plundered Kul Tiras, were
They knelt on the ground tremblingly, and those who dared to resist had been thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.
Under the command of Tyrion, the undead have always had little patience, especially when facing non-civilian scum.
If you dare to complain even more, the end will be very miserable.
Tyrion came alone this time. As the Dark Blade's spread in the Eastern Continent grew larger and larger, every time it occupied a place, it was necessary to arrange a corresponding lord to manage it. Even the craziest Luminas
They were all appointed as governors of the wetlands, and together with Saurfang, they oversaw the war situation between the wetlands and the Arathi Highlands.
Under this situation, Tyrion felt more and more the shortage of manpower. He urgently needed more more professional managers, instead of letting the death lords who should be galloping on the battlefield sit in the office.
Many times, Tyrion would wish that he only came here for pure destruction. If that were the case, the pressure on him and Dark Blade would be much less.
"Your Majesty, this is what you need."
The El Knight took a step forward and handed the thick black book in his hand to the Dark Blade King. Tyrion took it in his hand, looked around, then shook his head and said in disgust:
"Human Skin Dictionary, the same old thing, an evil product used by evil people to promote twisted doctrines... Being evil just for the sake of evil is really disgusting, I hate this thing!"
As he spoke, he got into the black carriage prepared for him by the death knights. The moment the carriage started, Tyrion waved his hand and said softly:
"The people kneeling there are a group of pirates, right? I can smell the blood on their bodies from such a distance. Such scum will not obey our new system with peace of mind, so why are we still keeping them?"
"ding ding ding"
The low ringing of horse bells rang along with the carriage's slow advance. After the carriage disappeared from the port, the El Knight riding on the skeleton horse waved his hand, and the death knights behind him walked towards those who had done all evil with their weapons in hand.
Pirates.
Falcon Forest Town is a town located in the southeast of Drustvar. It is one of the few towns near the sea in the Drustvar region, which is full of mountains. When the weather is fine, standing on the port of Falcon Forest Town, you can even
Overlooking Boralus, the largest city in Kul Tiras, the royal center of this island country.
But as far as this town is concerned, it is not much different from other towns in Drustvar. Outside the town is a dark and ominous coastline, just like this rugged land, suffering from ancient superstitions.
Signs of poison and witchcraft have seeped into the town without anyone noticing.
The residents here use copper-green roofs and awnings to decorate those brick and wood houses with no aesthetics at all. The amber windowpanes always shine from the inside because of the local humid climate, and those dotted between the houses
The anchor emblem on it represents the important role the sea plays in the culture of Kul Tiras, who are the people of the sea.
In the center of Falcon Grove Town, there was originally a huge and weird statue made of bones and trees, similar to a scarecrow. Some people said it was to prevent the witches' black magic from harming civilians, but in fact
, this sculpture itself is a masterpiece of witches. They hid in the crowd and bewitched the people in the town to build this thing, so that their black magic can pass through the sculpture and enter everyone's dreams every night.
Torturing them, driving them crazy, creating chaos...witches like this kind of tone, even though they themselves don't know why they do it.
Now, the sculpture has been ignited by fire, and the crazy flames are devouring the constructs of black magic. Amid the passionate roars of the townspeople, several of them have been stripped of their disguises and tied up with branches full of magic.
The ugly witch was also pushed into the fire by the strong and powerful townspeople, and under the calm gaze of the Blighter Druids.
Tyrion stood on the hills outside Falcon Grove Town, looking indifferently at the ignorant people who had reveled loudly around the Blighter Druids because they burned the witch to death, with a hint of ridicule shining in his eyes.
"In the past ten years, the residents of Falcon Grove and Xiaowan Town have burned at least 40 people to death... and the most ironic thing is that it was not until today that they burned three real witches to death for the first time."
Wearing a long black hood, the witch Willey stood submissively behind Tyrion, telling His Majesty the story of this dark land.
"I was born in the remote town of Arrow Valley. Your Majesty, I have also faced such a dilemma. People said that I was a witch and they wanted to burn me to death. But in fact, it was just a prank by the witches hidden among the crowd.
..People lack eyes that can truly see the truth. They are always blinded by rumors and rumors, and push poor girls into the fire with their own hands..."
"Good people did good things, but they died because of it under the instigation of darkness... They are so cruel!"
Listening to the witch's painful memories, Tyrion asked softly:
"Do you hate them?"
"No, I don't hate it, Your Majesty. They were also deceived, just like me."
Witch Willie didn't want to watch the carnival in Falcon Grove anymore. She turned her head and pointed to the depths of the twisted dark red forest in the distance:
"The entrance to the Blighted Realm is right there, Your Majesty. That's where the ancient Drusts tried to build their "Hell on Earth" in this world. To this day, it's still filled with dark magic, and many witches are in our midst.
They all fled here under the pursuit of others... They tried to use the dark magic here to fight to the death."
"You should hate them, it's a human emotion."
Tyrion turned and walked towards the dark forest, towards the legendary Blighted Realm, and he said:
"You should hate their ignorance and cruelty. You should hate the ancient superstition that envelopes this land. You have lost your way forward. Willey, I know the feeling of being lost better than you. You need to find something to hate,
The most important thing is that hate shows you the way, finds your way... hate it, and then get rid of it."
"You have joined the Dark Blade, you must understand our mission... We are not here to destroy and destroy, we are fighting to make this world a better place. Hold on to your weapon, it can give you
Power to get rid of the scum that pollutes the world, such as witches and superstitions."
"Forget the past, but don't forget this hatred. You have found the meaning of your existence."
