On the battlefield of Tiragarde Sound, the same strange things were also affecting Tyrion, who came to the battlefield in person.
But that strange power could not erase his memory, because Tyrion's understanding of the world is dual, one comes from the experience of 300 years, and the other comes from the innate prophet.
Wake up first.
He could clearly feel that power passing through a medium, quietly erasing all traces of Tanred Proudmoore's existence from another dimension. He could even feel the force that wiped away memories like a rag.
You can feel the missing link in your memory through movement and touch. It must be said that this is an extremely brilliant power.
And it's quite powerful, but Tyrion doesn't think that the ancient god imprisoned in the abyss, his "old friend", the Thousand-bearded Demon N'zoth can use it at will, such as erasing Tanred's memory.
As if a medium was necessary, Tyrion raised his head and looked at the lighthouse that had just been destroyed. On the sea, there was still some fog that had not dissipated.
He had enough reasons to be sure that Prince Tanred Proudmoore, this poor man, had fallen into the hands of N'Zoth... and he himself was the kind of person who would erase everyone's memory of him.
"medium".
Perhaps his father, his mother, his brothers and sisters, and even the vast number of his people have forgotten him and his fleet, but Tyrion has not... In another memory, Tanred is still clear
existed in Tyrion's mind, even though he had never met the third prince of Kul Tiras.
"Marshal Reed!"
Tyrion suddenly asked:
"How many young men are there in House Proudmoore?"
Marshal Everly, who had been transformed into a high-level knight, said calmly:
"Two, Derek Proudmoore, and Jaina Proudmoore."
"Well, very good."
Tyrion shook his head. It seems that the influence that relies on the medium has spread all over the world... The power of these ancient gods is really weird.
But the Dark Blade King is basically certain that Tanred was imprisoned in some mysterious place by N'Zoth. He is definitely not dead yet, and he will live for a long time... The reason is very simple. Although the ancient god is powerful,
But it's not so scary that he can instantly control all the souls in the world. The "forgetting" effect he releases with the help of Tanred as a medium is actually more similar to a kind of enchantment...
Any enchantment spell needs to follow the basic principle, that is, as the core of the enchantment carrier, it cannot be destroyed.
Unless N'Zoth gives up the spell effect that continues this "forgetfulness", Tanred will live well... and may not even be able to commit suicide.
"But that's for later."
The Dark Blade King put this matter behind him. He did not care about the inheritance of the king of Kul Tiras. The most important thing now was to break Boralus and restore Kul Tiras' rule on the island.
Erase completely.
"Maybe it allows them to feel pressure, and under pressure, they can either be destroyed or reborn."
Tyrion's eyes fell on the white walls of the seaport city in front of him. Boralus was a huge commercial port. Its urban construction was carried out around the bay. It was a semicircle, shrouded outside the bay.
There are also waterways in the city that are connected to the outside world, and they are densely packed and spread throughout the city like blood vessels.
This kind of design allows small merchant ships to enter increasingly complex cities through the port, can effectively reduce the cost of commercial transportation lines in the city, and can allow various areas of the city to be very effectively combined. However, if it is in the middle of a war,
, this design is very bad.
More and more urban waterways need to be guarded by more soldiers. In peacetime, these waterways are a paradise for thieves and robbers. But when war comes, these tunnels that cannot be fully guarded will become a nightmare for the city defenders.
, with a severe shortage of soldiers, Queen Catherine could only order the placement of mines in the city's waterways.
The use of this weapon, which hurt both the enemy and ourselves, undoubtedly proved Boralus' weakness.
Behind the dense undead army formation, under the command of high-level knights, the skeletal undead lined up to enter the water. The undead did not need to breathe, so they did not need ships to send them into the city at all. They could completely enter the city from the water.
When he walked in, Tyrion wouldn't worry about the mines planted by the Kul Tirans at all. He only needed to send out skeleton soldiers to trigger them, and he could destroy the city from the inside in an extremely cheap way.
"Are you ready?"
Tyrion looked back outside the military formation. The busy Wither Druids and the Harvest Wizard Oort were using all their time to trace the secrets of the Blighted Realm. Therefore, some Tyrion came to support them.
There are strange druids that Rayon has never met, and their attitude towards the undead is very contradictory. On the one hand, they know that the establishment of the new order worshiped by the wither cannot be separated from the siege of these undead.
But on the other hand, the instinctive disgust and fear of the dead made these druids who originally respected nature very uncomfortable.
"You promised us not to kill too many people! Not to break the cycle of life and death!"
A tall druid said to Tyrion:
"If you break your promise, the Blighters will no longer help you and your legion!"
The Druid's tone was a bit harsh. Just after he finished speaking, the El Knight clenched the sword in his hand. He looked at the Druid in front of him with cold eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Watch your attitude! Druid... you're talking to the Lord of the Dead!"
"Okay, don't worry about these details."
Tyrion himself was not angry or angry about this. As the mastermind behind the establishment of the Blighters, he knew very well the thoughts of the senior leaders of the Blighters, and the attitude of the Druid in front of him obviously only represented his personal...any organization.
There are internal power struggles, including the Wither Ones and the Cenarion Circle, which also have the same contradictions.
There are only so many believers. If you take more, it means I will lose some...
As for the conflict between the Dark Blade and the Wither, Tyrion is not worried at all. Once the forces of both sides begin to set foot in Kalimdor, the Wither's biggest enemy, the Cenarion Circle, will be a hurdle they cannot get around.
At that time, when the cruel war of faith broke out, the weak and weak Blighters could only rely on the power of the Dark Blade.
Only powerful enemies can truly unite people... This is the same as the relationship between Dark Blade and the Human Empire. While Tyrion is oppressing the Human Empire, he is also waiting for his own opportunity, a chance to let Dark Blade
There is an opportunity for the various mountaintop forces within the blade to truly unite. In fact, the situations of both sides are very similar.
"We do not kill unarmed civilians, women and children."
Tyrion looked into the eyes of the tall druid and said softly:
"If you don't believe it, you can march with the army... But now, I need your thorn beast to come on and destroy the city wall in front of me. Are you ready?"
The tall druid and Tyrion looked at each other for a few seconds, then quietly turned his eyes. He turned and walked towards the dense forest behind him. A moment later, with the shaking of the dense forest and the earth, more than 30 huge thorn beasts were carried behind him.
The wither druids and forest elves rushed out of the dense forest crazily.
These locals have never seen these giant beasts, which are 5-7 meters tall, covered with thick wooden armor, and holding wooden swords in their hands, like ancient mammoths. The moment they appeared, they attracted the attention of Bo who had been paying attention to the battlefield.
The exclamations of the soldiers of Lares.
At the moment when the thorn beasts roared and rushed towards the wall of Boralus, as the earth trembled, the artillery on the city wall began to fire wildly... Anyone with sense can see that once they are attacked by these ancient thorn beasts,
Getting close to the city wall would have terrible consequences.
"If there are Screamers following, maybe it only takes one charge to capture this city that smells like copper... What a pity."
Tyrion was riding on a skeletal war horse. He raised his finger. The next moment, the finger suddenly waved down and pointed forward:
"Follow them! Take this city!"
Behind him, the black knights riding their horses forward surged towards the battlefield ahead like a tide, while Tyrion stood quietly, like the most peaceful third-party observer on the battlefield. He seemed not to
There is no thought of joining the battlefield.
But believe me, this is actually a kindness to the defenders.
———————————————
"boom"
Driven by the Wither Druid, the three ancestral thorn beasts braved the hail of bullets on the city wall from three directions and slammed into the same area of the city wall. Their arrogant and powerful power was released, causing
The entire city wall felt the terrible shaking, and the area that was hit began to peel off bricks, stones and dust under the devastating blow.
Some unsteady soldiers wailed and fell to the ground under the city wall. If they fell from such a height, they would be dead. But they did not die. They were tightly wrapped around their waists by waving vines in mid-air.
Then he threw it behind the city wall, where some druids were guarding the lucky prisoners of war.
Those who died in battle will be returned to the Dark Blade, and those who are alive will be allowed to live.
This is what Tyrion said personally. Therefore, these living prisoners of war will be sent to Drustvar or Stranglethorn Vale after the war. They may become new withermen, or they may become "good friends" of the forest elves.
.
But this kind of "flash of humanity" on the battlefield cannot change the cruel situation of the entire battlefield. After the thorn beasts attracted most of the firepower, every turret of the city wall had high-level knights climbing quickly with death grips, in the dark.
Amid the lingering and bursting of red death energy, the icy frost covered the city wall little by little, while those brainless skeletons climbed up the city wall of Boralus in the form of a "human wall".
The stench of kerosene pouring and being ignited was everywhere, and in the sky, due to the extensive use of gunpowder, black gunpowder smoke was caused, even covering the light of the sky.
"Hoo, ho"
Queen Catherine was carried by several royal guards and rushed into the headquarters under the city wall. This strong queen personally chopped down a death knight who climbed up the city wall, but was soon stabbed in the arm. If it weren't for the quick eyesight of the knight,
, I am afraid that after King Dailin returns, he will meet his wife in the form of a funeral.
"Leave me alone, Cyrus! Wall, hold the wall!"
The queen, who was covered in cold sweat due to the corrosion of the wound, grabbed the knight's wrist tightly and shouted sharply:
"The city wall cannot be lost! There are 700,000 people in the city!"
"Most of them have withdrawn into Proudmoore Fortress. Queen... lacks the naval gun support of the fleet, and the city wall cannot be defended."
The great knight, whose face was covered with blood stains and black ash, said in a deep voice:
"We have placed gunpowder on the city wall... The undead will not be able to break through here so easily, but the next battle will be fought in Proudmoore Fortress... We cannot control the remaining civilians in the outer city.
So many!”
"Knights!"
The great knight ordered:
"It's time to use your life to fulfill your loyalty. We must send the queen safely to the fortress! Go quickly!"
After saying that, the great knight picked up his long sword and led a group of soldiers to rush to the city wall where the battle was raging. Behind him, the reserve soldiers and the wounded were evacuating in an orderly manner. The national custom of the island country was fierce, and the soldiers did not
Not afraid of death, especially when defending his hometown.
"Colonel Valentine!"
Lord Knight Cyrus looked back at the increasing number of death knights and skeletons on the city wall, as well as the soldiers struggling to support him. He gritted his teeth and shouted to the young man behind him:
"I once worked with your father, Marshal Valentine, and we fought against the orcs together. He died very heroically. Now, it's time to see if you have inherited your father's heroism... and evacuate the city wall with your brothers.
!”
The high knight gritted his teeth, waved his sword, and kicked the low-level knight who was attacking him off the city wall. He shouted loudly:
"Leave the rest of the matter, the ending to me!"
"Also, tell little Taelia for me...I'm sorry I didn't get to see her grow up."
"General Cyrus, please let me come with you..."
Colonel Valentine wanted to say something more, but he saw the knight grabbing the torch at hand. Amidst the smoke, the knight turned around. His gray hair was floating in the black smoke.
Looking at the evacuating soldiers behind him, he said softly:
"Let's go! Don't look back!"
"Um!"
The colonel's eyes were filled with tears. He gritted his teeth and led the last soldiers to evacuate the city wall. Just after they reached the safe area, they heard a roar like a lion.
"Come, undead cubs, come and see the courage of the Kul Tirans!"
"boom"
The next moment, a sudden burst of fire swallowed up the entire city wall. In the explosion that shook the earth and the mountains, everything was brought into the final silence, including the death knights, undead on the wall, and the thorn beasts under the city wall.
