In the dark night, no one knows what kind of disaster is happening, and when people are immersed in peace, silent bullets always streak across the sky where they can't see, blood, death, these cold
In fact, the words have never been far away from this world, but if you don't want to see it, you will definitely not be able to see it if you are blindfolded.
Just like Dar'Khan's death, this political prisoner died quietly in his own cage, like a miserable rat who fought against fate with his life. His death was just the strange twists and turns of Quel'Thalas.
A very inconspicuous part of politics...at least that's what it seems on the surface.
"I understand, let's deal with the follow-up matters..."
After hearing the news about Darkan's death reported by the lawbreakers, the Sun King, who was busy adjusting the national army's defense, just gave a cold order and stopped caring. It seemed that the death he heard was as meaningless as today's breakfast arrangement.
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The king's intention was already obvious. Darkan's death should be as silent as his birth. So after receiving the order, the Phoenix Guards followed the spellbreaker to the mana cage that had not yet been opened.
In the prison cell.
Darkan's death was extremely tragic, and fate seemed unwilling to let this traitor go. After his death, the blood in his body filled the entire prison along with the wounds, and the weak, thin body, already covered in blood,
He lay on his back in a pool of blood with a stiff posture. The blood stained the entire ground, so that the subtle lines carved on the ground with fingernails were not noticed by the guards... And this was the beginning of the tragedy.
"Open it!"
The Phoenix Guard took a step back. Behind him, the jailer picked up the special cage key and stepped forward. With the subtle beat of the suppressed blue magic power in the entire forbidden magic prison, the door of the mana cage in front of him was opened.
And at this moment, a crisp sound came from the cage, causing the jailer to lower his head and saw a fragment of a purple soul stone beating in a pool of blood.
At the moment when this small, man-made Forbidden Zone is connected to the magic power of the outside world, at the moment when the small soul stone that Darkan stuffed into the crack of the cell door is crushed, the psychic circle covered in a pool of blood is
It was activated in an instant, and with a purple and ominous light shrouding the cage, the Phoenix Guard immediately stepped forward and stabbed the phoenix epee in his hand at the strangely moving corpse in front of him.
"Click"
The piercing, thick and sharp blade was pinched tightly by a dry palm while the sticky blood was swaying. The sharp blade cut the skin, but no trace of blood flowed out.
As the soul of Darkan's dead body slowly returned to its place, the blood covering his body, his already cold blood, quickly returned to his old body with the strange power of beating.
"Hmm"
Darkan let out the first whimper of the deceased. He struggled and staggered in the cage to dodge the sharp attacks from the three spellbreakers and a Phoenix Guard in front of him. Probably because his spirit had not yet adapted to the state of the deceased, he
It was too difficult to dodge, and in just a moment, his body was stabbed with more than a dozen wounds by sharp swords.
The cold blood dripped on the ground. Soon, with the waving of the sword and the shouts of the guards, the blood filled the entire small battlefield, and Darkan, who was resurrected, was also chopped by the sharp blade.
Amidst the pain, he regained his consciousness little by little.
His left leg was cut off, and the white bones of his left arm were exposed from the wound. He was kicked in the center by the Phoenix Guard, and his whole body rolled to the ground. Finally, he fell on the wall of the cage in embarrassment. The old man
His face was covered with disgusting blood, and his original green eyes turned into eyes shining with blood-red light.
"monster!"
The Phoenix Guard glanced at Darkan with his head down in disgust. He strode forward, raised his heavy sword, and was about to chop off the monster's head. But at this moment, Darkan's head suddenly raised, and those two
His blood-red eyes shone with undisguised malice...
"Oh hoohoo...you are stained with blood..."
"Wow"
The moment Darkan sensed his control over blood, all the blood stained on the dark battlefield instantly shot towards the four unsuspecting soldiers, whistling and piercing the air, like
It's like a bloody arrow.
"Puff, puff, puff"
The three spellbreakers worked together to prop up the magic barrier. The barrier that was supposed to resist all attacking magic had no effect at all in the beating of bloody arrows. Their exposed skin outside the armor was cut by sharp
Blood arrows pierced through, and the moment they fell, the Phoenix Guard roared and slashed his sword down, aiming directly at Darkan's neck.
"clang"
A heavy collision sounded, and the sharp sword blade struck the blood-red light shield, as if it struck the strongest tower shield. The old Darkan stood up weakly, his blood-red eyes staring at
Looking at the Phoenix Guard wearing a full-face helmet in front of him, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. With the beating of his fingers, the blood that belonged to him returned to his body, as well as the blood that did not belong to him...
Under the shocked gaze of the Phoenix Guards, after draining the blood of three seriously injured spellbreakers in an instant, Darkan's old appearance quickly regained its youth. Even his long white hair turned gray, and his left leg and arm
All the wounds on his body recovered, and after a strange groan, the newly born Sarain, the first blood elf who did not belong to Tyrion's bloodline, and the former Silver Moon Council Darkan Drasil smiled with a trace of satisfaction.
Flick your fingers.
"Pa"
At the same time as the clear snap of fingers sounded, four insidious blood snakes roared from around his body and smashed towards the Phoenix Guard in front of him. At the moment when he was disturbed and hurriedly, Darkan's figure mysteriously disappeared from the place, waiting for him
When he reappeared, he had quietly clung to the Phoenix Guard's back, and his hands on the Guard's shoulders had turned into ferocious... monster-like claws of blood.
"I'm so thirsty...I'm so hungry..."
"Give me the delicious blood..."
"ah!!!"
After a rapid, fear-filled roar, the entire dark magic cage returned to silence again...
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The transformation of Sarain and the recruitment of death knights follow the same principle, that is, the stronger the strength in life, the stronger the power that can be controlled after transformation. Myra, a mere high-level mage, directly broke through the power limit after becoming Sarain.
, and became a blood lord who was feared.
And Dar'Kan, who was the top mage of Quel'Thalas during his lifetime, after his self-transformation and the ensuing blood madness, after he understood the power of blood bit by bit, this conspirator will become a master in Silvermoon City.
To be honest, no one can imagine what kind of commotion it will cause...
But to be honest, the Sun King may not be able to wait for the day to meet Darkan again, because now, when he is still focusing on the revenge actions that the Dark Blade Legion in southern Xinjiang may launch at any time, in
The north of Quel'Thalas is extremely empty... New power, power they have never seen before, has quietly appeared.
The nearly infinite will of the Lich King shrouded the cold North Sea, and millions of voices echoed in his mind. They were the voices of all the undead that obeyed him. In the mind infinitely expanded by the great demon, these voices
The desires and appeals coming from him can be sensed by the Lich King, and coupled with the blessing of the two evil artifacts that accompanied him into Azeroth, he can have perfect control over him without a body, like an arm.
All the undead under his command.
In Ner'zhul's Scourge of the Undead, random and secret actions like the Dark Blade Legion are impossible to appear... The Scourge of the Undead is said to be the Undead Legion, but in fact it is more like a group of people completely controlled by the Lich King's will.
Puppet... Whatever the Lich King orders them to do, they will devote themselves wholeheartedly to it, and their will cannot resist! Because their souls are tightly held in the hands of the Lich King.
Frostmourne, maybe you've heard the name of this sword, but trust me, that's not a blessing... it's a curse.
Among the ancient stars, the demons of Nathrezim forged two magic blades. They poured the power of the Dread Lord into these two completely different weapons. The ancestors of the Dread Lord held two magic blades.
, in an era before the Dark Titan appeared, it easily set off countless waves of killing and fear among the stars.
The unruly demon blade Apocalypse destroyed all powerful enemies for them, while the soul-eating blade Frostmourne formed an endless army for its master in the ruins of Apocalypse.
Apocalypse fell into Tyrion's hands. It has been longing to become stronger and meet its brother again...and now, the fantasy of this magic blade is about to become a reality, because it is about to meet its long-awaited "brother."
"... Just as Tyrion held the Apocalypse and established the Knights of the Darkblade, Frostmourne also established the Scourge of the Undead for its current master, the Lich King Ner'zhul.
But unlike Apocalypse's brutal power, Frostmourne will not disobey its master, and its process of establishing a natural disaster of the undead is much faster than Apocalypse, because this magic sword has another characteristic that Apocalypse does not have, so
It is the real "soul-eating". As long as any creature that is chopped by Frostmourne has a soul, while the body is injured, the soul will also be swallowed by Frostmourne. Once the soul fragments enter the interior of Frostmourne, it means
This soul will completely fall into the hands of the Lich King.
What's even more terrifying is the capacity of the soul inside Frostmourne...almost unlimited.
But this does not mean that Frostmourne is stronger. In fact, the two swords forged by Nasrezim have different uses. Apocalypse is more suitable for the strong to hold, causing endless carnage on the battlefield, while Frostmourne
Grief is the weapon of the wise, it is more like a strategic weapon.
"I can already see Quel'Thalas..."
The hollow voice of the Lich King sounded in the North Sea, which is shrouded in frost and fog all year round. At the end of the fog, in the water where the cold sea and the warmer sea of Quel'Thalas are about to contact, ships are covered with barnacles and seaweed.
, the dilapidated Vrykul warships are drifting deathly on the sea, these are the undead Vrykul people from Storm Bay.
These tall humanoid creatures have unimaginable power and destructive power. Even after resurrecting from the dead, their violent nature has not changed at all. Death has given them more powerful bodies. Now, they will serve as
The vanguard of the undead Scourge entered the unsuspecting Quel'Thalas for the Lich King.
And this fleet is also the largest fleet that the Lich King can assemble in Northern Xinjiang. To be honest, in the eyes of a naval warfare expert like Dai Lin, this fleet has no deterrent effect at all. Many of those ships are
They were sunken ships salvaged from the bottom of the icy sea. They had no defense at all, and the Lich King did not waste time repairing them.
The fleet is not its weapon at all. The only role of these ships is to deliver the formidable ground troops of the Undead Scourge to the coast of Quel'Thalas. That's all, so every shabby ship is full of people.
These hundreds of ships hidden in the mist can transport tens of thousands of warriors for the Lich King at one time.
But this is not enough... The Lich King knows very well, so the Vrykul are only a small part of the force that landed, and more power is hidden in the towering sky and under the cold sea water...
He never thought about capturing the entire territory of Quel'Thalas at once. The strategic goal this time was very simple. Capture the defenseless island of Quel'Danas and occupy the Sunwell. Such a large number of troops was enough.
And as the war begins, the Lich King's army will only grow... Ner'zhul does not have Tyrion's "quirks". He treats all dead bodies equally, regardless of whether they were warriors or warriors in life.
Civilians and undead natural disasters welcome them.
Therefore, we can say that the Undead Scourge is another bottomless version of the Dark Blade Legion that has completely released all restrictions and has member loyalty +100%.
It looks like an upgraded version no matter how you look at it... But in Tyrion's heart, this "comeer" of Dark Blade is actually his downgraded version.
"Tichondrius...I'm waiting..."
The voice of the Lich King sounded in the mind of the Dread Lord that had sneaked into Quel'Thalas. Its army also stopped on the North Sea and was no longer moving forward. This place is still far away from the island of Quel'Danas that hosts the Sunwell.
There is a straight-line distance of hundreds of kilometers, which seems a bit far away, but to be honest, for the tireless undead, this distance is enough.
Once the signal is received, it will take less than 10 minutes for this frost-made vanguard of the Northland Necrons to set foot on their land amid the endless fear of the high elves.
"It'll be fine soon..."
The first lord of Nasrezim flicked his claws, and his body appeared like a phantom on the top of the barrier rune stone tablet hidden on the coastline. It stared at the military camp not far away with hazy eyes. Where was the perseverance?
, a mage tower full of elven style. It is obvious that these garrison troops are here to protect the rune stones, although they themselves may not know this.
"Hey hey hey... Elves, your peaceful time is over..."
In a strange smile full of ridicule, Tichondrius' figure slowly disappeared into the darkness. The First Lord was powerful enough to rival the most powerful warriors in Azeroth at this time, but for it,
Killing civilians and ordinary soldiers is also a pleasure...
Adding fuel to the fire, destroying hope, bewitching minds, assassinating hostages, causing massacres, and spreading epidemics. These are the favorite things of the Dreadlords with gloomy natures. They are all despicable actions, but so what.
How about that?
Please, is it a demon...or the Nasrezim, the most cunning and sinister among demons? Do you really think that such a guy will be troubled by the so-called sense of honor?
