A silver blade was like a dragonfly touching water, and it stayed in the heart of a prisoner of Quel'Thalas whose face was full of fear and whose eyes were glowing blood red for less than a second, but its sharp blade was already in the gap.
Cut his heart into pieces.
"Bang"
There was almost no pain, and the light in the prisoner's eyes began to dissipate. He fell weakly on the cold floor, and behind him, the "artificial" Sarain had the ritual wiped away and was imprisoned in place by magic.
His body also began to tremble violently. Under the gaze of everyone, when the three blood servants were killed in a short period of time, Nazaraine weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the end, the message was sent by the Morning Seeker's sword, and he lost the protection of the dark form. In a few breaths, Sarain turned into black ashes and dissipated in the room.
For his first work to be wasted like this, Darkan who was watching did not feel much pity or disappointment. On the contrary, he was looking at the expressions on everyone's faces with great interest.
After personally verifying the life-and-death connection between Selayin and the Blood Servant, the sword-wielding Salorian Morningseeker threw the sword aside without saying a word, and then slowly nodded to Darkan.
.
This means that this powerful royal guard is also on his side.
At this moment, a wonderful prospect unfolded before everyone's eyes. If Alleria was indeed a blood servant transformed by Tyrion himself, as Darkan said, then capturing the Blood Mistress would mean that she would be powerful enough to make the entire
Tyrion, who trembles in the civilized world, and the war he started with his own hands will really be completely ended because of a plan by everyone in Quel'Thalas.
This kind of extremely sharp weapon that goes straight into the enemy's heart is what everyone facing war desperately wants to get, even if the way to get it is not very..."glorious".
"No wonder you were able to convince the Sun King..."
Lor'themar Theron looked at the black ashes floating in front of him, and he let out a long sigh. At this moment, the ranger lord was very clear about the trend of the matter, and nothing could stop the members of the two factions present from advancing this capture plan, because this was really
It's such a good deal, it can be called a huge profit, and the only thing you have to pay for it may be the hurt feelings of the members of the Windrunner family.
Ms. Lana'thel, who was standing next to Lor'themar, frowned. She looked at the calm Darkan curiously and asked softly:
"If Alleria is really Tyrion's blood servant, then this should be regarded as the biggest secret within the Dark Blade Legion. I am curious, where did you know about it? And why can you confirm it with such certainty? And
Are you willing to risk everything on yourself? Do you have eyes inside the Dark Blade?"
This question made Darkan blink, but after just a moment, he decisively changed the subject:
"It's already midnight. Now that we have resolved the internal conflicts, it's time for you to start this adventure... Mr. Morning Seeker and Mr. Lor'themar, when the time comes, I'll ask the two close combatants to contain the Blood Lord.
Mother, the spellbreakers supported by Your Majesty have already set up a defense line around the manor to block any possible reinforcements from the Blood Mistress' side."
"As for us, we will guide a large-scale internal and external double-ring space-binding magic circle. It is between Sarain's weird posture of switching back and forth between reality and illusion. For this binding magic circle to take shape, it may take a little time...
It's long, but I believe that the Holy Sword Quel'Delar will not be defeated by any evil force..."
"certainly!"
The warrior of Quel'Thalas, Salorian. Morningseeker's left hand held the silver sword hilt behind his back, feeling the light fluctuations of the ancient holy sword, and he said softly:
"The blade forged by the ancient dragon, this is the symbol of Quel'Thalas' undefeat."
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Walking among the Windrunner Manors late at night, Darkan Drasil checked every mana mark under his feet with the calmness and carefulness that a great mage should have. On the night when this big event was about to happen, the entire Windrunner
The forest around the manor is quiet enough, I hope this quietness will not disturb Alleria's thoughts...
I hope the Blood Mistress won't notice anything strange.
"What are you worried about?"
A shadow appeared silently and hovered in front of Darkan's eyes. Its black horns and bat wings on its back showed its identity. It was a fear devil and a Nasrezim, but it was not sent to the Eastern Continent.
Any Nathrezim on a mission, judging from the color of his armor, this guy should be... Tichondrius!
The first lord of Nathrezim, he should be in Northrend in the North, monitoring the development of the undead scourge. He is loyal to the Deceiver, but its vision appears in front of Dar'Kan...
This fully proves that while the Nasrezim were bewitched by Cassanatir to betray Tichondrius, Tichondrius also betrayed its compatriots. This cunning guy was also plotting secretly.
Things that only you know.
"nothing."
Darkan was not afraid of this shadow, nor was he surprised. The two of them seemed to have a strange tacit understanding. This was probably not the first time they had met.
"You seem to be doing something important..."
The first lord of Nasrezim scratched his chin and laughed cunningly:
"Do you need my help?"
"No! It's better not to have demons involved in this matter!"
Darkan rejected the "suggestion" of the Dread Lord. It was obvious that he did not want Tichondrius to interfere, and the Dread Lord did not care what the high elves were doing. He wanted to penetrate the powerful Benti Rennor defense line and attack Quill.
Projecting illusions in Salas is a very laborious task, so Tichondrius will make a long story short.
"Darkan, your request to meet the master has been approved. Soon, the powerful fraudster will give you a chance to meet him. You'd better seize it, because no matter what you want, the fraudster will be generous.
Granted to you, the premise is that you can give him enough "tribute", you know what I'm talking about, right?"
"Sunwell...of course I know."
The old Elf Archmage narrowed his eyes, glanced in the direction of the Sunwell in the north, and said softly:
"Imitation of the ancient Well of Eternity, I will abide by your agreement and dedicate the Well of the Sun to the fraudster, but I also want to see my share... Don't forget what you promised me, mention
Kedios, your memory shouldn’t be that bad, right?”
"I can't give you what you want, my friend."
The first lord of the Dread Lord let out a treacherous laugh, and after a moment, its illusion slowly disappeared:
"But soon, soon you will get what you want...the most foolish expectation of mortals, immortal life, a cage of ignorance, but I am still very happy for you, at the moment when disaster is approaching
, you finally chose the right camp."
Seeing the arrogant demon disappear, Darkan frowned and threw out two detection magics. After confirming that the demon had truly disappeared, the old archmage moved his wrist and whispered:
"Gift? Bah...who cares about it?"
"Why can't I live forever and at the same time become the savior of this world and the sole monarch? What a stupid persuasion..."
"Only a stupid kid like Lilas can make an honest choice..."
Darkan stretched out his hand and curled up his five fingers one by one, as if he was holding the whole world tightly. A bright light flashed in his eyes:
"The Sun King, the demons, the undead, the Well of Eternity, this world... these stars, why can't I have them all?"
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"Fu"
An inaudible sigh sounded in the dense forest of Quel'Thalas. Alleria's figure was like a bloody phantom suspended on the ground, rushing forward strangely and quickly in a way that no mortal could imagine.
The suppression of magic power by the Bandi Rennor barrier spread throughout Quel'Thalas is like a pair of big hands that tightly suppress the energy circulation in the body, imprisoning Sarain's figure to change, making her speed become slower.
But compared to the suppression of other magical creatures, Sarain's actions in this enchantment are definitely very fast. After all, the blood elves do not rely on magic to survive.
It is true that when the former king Dath'Rema decided to build the rune defense barrier, he did not expect that a thousand years later, strange creatures like Sarain would appear, but the wisdom of the former kings cannot be blasphemed, and they almost thought about it
All possible, after repeated design, the rune barrier of Quel'Thalas was set up to be the most original, but also the most effective way of suppression.
That is to gather the magic nodes under the entire continent, so that this huge magic power, with thousands of rune stones as nodes, is evenly distributed throughout the entire barrier, and in the area covered by each rune stone, it maintains a considerable amount of energy.
Powerful and powerful magic, but this primitive magic cannot be used. Casters who are not recognized by the enchantment can only feel oppression and obstruction when exposed to these magic powers.
Sarain will not be hindered by spellcasting, because they do not rely on magic to cast spells, but the suppression of the body and energy by that magic still exists, just like heavy chains with hands and feet, allowing the fast-moving Blood Matron to
Feeling very uncomfortable.
And the most important point is that Alleria knows very well that she is taking a risk, and she should not take such a risk.
She knew very well what impact she would have on Tyrion once she fell into the hands of the enemy, but she had to do it because blood is a bond that no one can escape, and she could not convince herself to forget it in this way.
Her sister, she must see with her own eyes that she is safe and sound.
The feelings of the undead are so stubborn, and the most terrible thing is that as an undead, it is difficult for you to resist the emotions surging in your heart.
"It's almost there."
Alleria saw the Windrunner Manor from a distance in the night. The white and ancient tower was like a dark beacon in the moonlight and starlight, calling the wanderers to return home.
After several years, the emotion of seeing my hometown again was complicated. Alleria's figure suddenly appeared on a towering branch like a phantom. She stood on the branch without any sway, as if
Like a weightless ghost.
In the midst of the turbulent darkness, there was a hint of nostalgia in the eyes of the Blood Mistress.
"Shiva, Vereesa, Rilas, and... mother..."
The dark golden hair of Windrunner's eldest daughter was floating in the air. After a few seconds, her figure disappeared from the place like a frame-jumping image, quietly floating towards Windrunner Manor in the darkness.
The endless darkness enveloped her, like a warm hand, protecting her without disturbing anyone. She entered the tower where the sisters had grown up together, slowly climbed up the ancient stairs, and finally pushed away.
The wooden door to Sylvanas' room.
But at this moment, the figure of the Blood Mistress suddenly disappeared from the spot. The next second, a white light blade exuding endless power pierced out from the void. It was only a little bit short of piercing Alleria's body.
.
"Wow"
The figure of the Blood Mistress seemed to have escaped the influence of gravity, slowly, quietly, and eerily floating above the ground at the bottom of the tower. Her dark golden hair was floating in the air along with the scarlet cloak behind her.
She raised her head and looked at the tall figure who appeared on the edge of the stairs wearing silver armor and holding a curved dragon-claw sword. She shook her head and said softly:
"I'm really stupid...I actually stepped into the trap..."
"Go ahead, Alleria Windrunner. General Lilesa and I are old friends. For her sake, I can use my honor to promise that no one will hurt you in Quel'Thalas.
.”
The Morning Seekers walked down the ancient stairs step by step, and Lor'themar, holding a war bow, also appeared quietly at the edge of the tower, as well as a group of people wearing golden armor, holding long swords and heavy shields.
The indifferent elves, their armor is ancient and gorgeous, the phoenix shield is shining with the light of enchantment, the special double-edged sword structure, and the unique phoenix helmet all declare their identity.
The royal guard, the most powerful force against magic in Quel'Thalas, the ancient warrior who guards the Sunwell all his life, the natural enemy of all mages - the Spellbreaker!
"Lotharian. Morningseeker..."
Alleria recognized the sword, her blood-red eyes blinked, and she whispered:
"The Labor Royal Guard actually came in person. It seems that I have a very high status in the eyes of the Sun King... And, Lor'themar, my friend, you have finally made a decision to stand between me and Tyrion.
Is it the opposite side?"
"I'm sorry, Alleria."
Lor'themar drew the red bow in his hand, and the sharp guide arrow was placed on the bowstring. The silent and calm ranger lord said softly:
"But this is not a personal conflict..."
The atmosphere in the tower instantly became stagnant, until more than ten seconds later, Alleria stretched out her hands from under her cloak and put a pair of unique, ruby-like steel gloves on her fingers.
As she shook her fingers, a blood-colored heavy moon blade that was only used by night elves jumped into her hand.
She waved the moon blade randomly a few times, and amid the howling wind, Alleria focused on the Morning Seeker holding the magic holy sword.
"I have just one last question before the fight begins... Was Sylvanas involved in this ambush?"
"No!"
Morning Seeker held the sword with both hands, and the white curved blade was erected in front of his eyes. As the light blade floated, he answered like a warrior:
"That kid from Rilas didn't lie to you. In fact, everything he said is true. Sylvanas was injured by Vereesa. You don't need to doubt your relatives. In fact, they are right.
You are very loyal..."
"That's good..."
A sweet smile appeared on the face of the Blood Mistress. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The moment Lotharian's figure began to charge, the Shadow of the Blood Mistress also dispersed in an instant. 13
A black phantom of the same size as her held an energy moon blade and quietly jumped into the shadows of the surrounding spellbreakers.
Under the dim glare of the blade that ignored all defenses, hot blood sprayed out in the darkness. The magic holy sword in the hands of the Morning Seeker slashed hard at Alleria in front of him, but the latter used one hand to kill Alleria.
The waving moon blade easily blocked it. The moment their eyes collided, Morningseeker clearly saw the sarcasm shining in Alleria's eyes.
"boom"
The blood of the 13 killed spellbreakers gathered crazily at this moment, like a roaring dragon of blood. Under the roar of Alleria's wild, forbidden power that was completely liberated for the first time,
In a devastating gesture, it hit the bottom of the white tower hard.
The crazy energy exploded with a loud noise as the tower collapsed, destroying all the lives hidden in the tower in an instant in a penetrating and tearing way.
The bright red energy spiraled like spider silk, slowly rising from the darkness to the sky, like a layer of gauze. Under the stunned gaze of everyone involved in the ambush, the moon in the sky also appeared at this moment.
Dyeed...taboo blood red.
Alleria's arrogant shadow slowly floated between the reflections of the blood moon under the floating cloak. A lifelike blood dragon wrapped around her body. It was different from any bloated dragon in mythology.
, like a greedy snake, setting off the taboo figure of the Blood Mistress against the sky, making her look so... domineering and incomparable.
"I may not be as powerful and feared as my husband...but to be defeated without mercy?"
Alleria's low and hoarse voice rang in the ears of everyone present, while Lotharian Morningseeker, who climbed up from the explosion in embarrassment, looked at the sky with a solemn gaze that predicted a powerful enemy.
The blood witch was released.
Hiding in Tyrion's shadow for a long time may have made people ignore how powerful Alleria was and is now.
The Blood Mistress glanced at everyone below with a trace of mockery, just like a queen bathing in the blood moon. Her plump lips moved slightly and she whispered:
"It's just you..."
"Does it deserve it?"
Read the book rationally and don’t be led away... In addition, the description in the previous chapter is indeed somewhat problematic. It’s no wonder everyone reacted so violently. The correct description should be: “When the master dies, the blood servant will also die; when the blood servant dies,
, the master will be harmed." It is similar to the vampire system spread in the world. This is why Tyrion warned the new vampires not to develop too many blood servants. I apologize for the clerical error~ In addition, tomorrow will be a week of challenges.
