Darkan Drasil stood on a high ground in Yongsong Forest. He looked at Silvermoon City in the distance. Looking from this direction, the tall walls of Silvermoon City had been torn apart from the edge.
In the cracks in the city wall, you can vaguely see the undead stumbling forward in the chaotic city, including killed soldiers, civilians wearing robes, and some golems whose core parameters have been tampered with.
The city he has lived in for thousands of years is falling bit by bit to the increasingly large number of undead natural disasters. Although high elf mages and soldiers return from the southern forest every minute and every second, this support is a drop in the bucket.
It can only delay the fall of the city, and on the southeast side of the city, the barrier rune stones that he secretly found a long time ago are being destroyed one by one.
The continuous collapse of the barrier stones has caused the suppression effect of Bandi Renor's barrier to become worse and worse, and the pressure on the city that is still guarded by the elves is gradually increasing.
"Silvermoon City is over."
The wild Lord Sarain reached out and touched his smooth chin. With the support of a large amount of blood, his body had returned to the state it was in when he was just an adult. There was endless energy for him to squander, and after he understood the power of blood
After that, Darkan knew very well that as long as he did not seek death, he could live peacefully for many years... If he broke through some shackles in his body, maybe he could achieve the state of immortality he had dreamed of for a long time.
This made Darkan look forward to it. He no longer observed the current situation in Silver Moon City. The life and death of his former compatriots had nothing to do with him. He turned around. On the ground behind him, there was a human heart.
The tall blood-colored "crystal" in which the painful-looking Blood Mistress was sealed was sealed. On the crystal clear crystal wall, he could clearly see Alleria's long blood-red hair wrapping her body.
"clang"
Darkan stretched out his finger and tapped the blood-colored crystal in front of him. This strange material made a crisp sound, but it was not a physical seal. In fact, in Darkan's perception, the crystal in front of him was completely
The extension of the blood mistress's self-power constitutes a complex self-seal composed of the purest power of blood, perhaps to resist the invasion of the power of the Sunwell.
"You are the key in my hand, the powerful Blood Mistress."
Darkan stretched out his hand and stroked the cold and biting blood gem, and he whispered in an obsessed voice:
"You hold the future in your hands, but it's a pity that you, with such powerful power, are still bound by mortal emotions... But it doesn't matter. Since this power makes you so painful, then give it to me.
"
The voice of this wild lord of Sarain is full of expectation and seeking, but even with such desire, Darkan is also very clear that extracting the unique blood of Sarain from the Blood Mistress must be a difficult and complicated process.
, he needs a stronghold where he can hide himself for a long time, and then slowly study the power he desires.
Before that, he must leave Quel'Thalas with the blood gems... Although Dar'Kan is not a general, his life in the past thousands of years has given him unique wisdom. The current situation in Silvermoon City is no longer in control.
Under control, even if the high elves can finally recapture Silvermoon City, the undead who came across the sea from the Northland will not give up so easily.
Although these undead in the north and the rumored dark blade undead in southern Xinjiang have the same life form, their behavior styles are completely two extremes. The dark blade undead can only awaken warriors, but the undead in the north are responsible for all fallen lives.
All comers are welcome, which means that the number of undead legionnaires in the North will continue to increase at a terrifying exponential level.
No matter what the future of Quel'Thalas is, this country will not be peaceful in the near future, and Darkan can also vaguely guess that these undead from the North may not only have high-level intentions when they land in Quel'Thalas.
In the land of elves, judging from the current situation in the northern border, once the undead from the north rush into the Stratholme area in the hinterland of Lordaeron from Quel'Thalas, the carefully built defense line of the human empire will collapse from behind.
"Once the undead from the north and the south merge, the entire northern Xinjiang will immediately face the danger of subversion, as well as the forces behind Tichondrius, the fearful demon king, and the demon is coming... Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems that I have to leave this area that is about to be warred first.
The earth is destroyed."
Darkan's blood-red eyes shone with a cunning light. Just a moment later, he made plans for the future. However, just as he used the levitation magic to hold up the blood gem, he planned to leave Quill while the war was in chaos.
When Salas was about to leave, a war horse's neighing suddenly sounded among the mountains deep in the Yonge Forest.
"Shua"
Darkan waved his hand, and two groups of active blood magic wrapped around his arms. The slender fingers instantly turned into blood-colored claws, although the power of Sarain gave Darkan a similar control over blood.
Powerful manipulation like magic, but perhaps due to some kind of instinct. When faced with danger, he became more interested in his wind-like figure and indestructible claws.
The most important thing was that Darkan was fascinated by the experience of taking a life with his own hands, of feeling the fragile life disintegrating little by little in his own hands, and of the touch of killing hope.
Perhaps he himself did not realize that in the process of drinking blood without restraint, his original stable temper was gradually sliding towards the edge of mania and loss of control. The refreshing feeling that drinking blood brought about stimulated the deepest part of his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.
Darkan was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.
Comparing each other, if Sarain of the Dark Blade is a group of self-restraint vampires, then Darkan is a bloodthirsty without any extreme. His appearance is very handsome, but under the body, his soul is in a state of constant decline.
Bits and pieces of distortion, from human to inhuman.
"Da, da, da"
The low sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and Darkan became more and more alert. He could feel that the person coming was a living person. In Sarain's blood vision, he could clearly see that a group of beating light was approaching.
He, maybe, was a paladin who came to die?
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Darkan's mouth. He stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his lips. His eyes were shining with desire. He couldn't wait to drink blood again.
But... a moment later, a strange knight appeared in the forest, but Darkan did not act rashly, because the knight in front of him... was dressed somewhat evilly.
He should be a high elf paladin. This can be seen from the faint holy light beating around his body and the sharp ears outside his helmet. The number of high elf paladins in Quel'Thalas is very small. They
It is a new profession that was born after the invasion of the orcs. A few years ago, the orcs broke through the defense line of the southern forest of Quel'Thalas, causing many elven civilians to be displaced, and many people lost their relatives.
Every high elf living in Quel'Thalas has very good magical qualifications, but for a highly developed magical civilization like Quel'Thalas, having qualifications does not mean that you can enter the system as a combatant.
In other words, it is basically unrealistic for those high elves who hate orcs to rely on the power of the country to become stronger and then take revenge.
In that situation, many elves who had no hope were inspired by the Knights of the Silver Hand who entered Quel'Thalas. Soon, the first batch of high elven paladins appeared in the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Myra Dawnblade is one of these Elf Paladins. Of course, after entering Draenor with the team, he abandoned the power of the Holy Light and broke away from the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Darkan knew this period of history very well, but the elf knight in front of him was not wearing the silver-white armor often worn by paladins, or the phoenix heavy armor worn by elves. Instead, he was wearing a set of heavy, rough, carved
He wears black armor decorated with skulls and black thorns, and wears a full-covering mask. Even the war horse under his crotch is also covered in black harness.
From a distance, this guy looks like a black knight with an ominous aura, especially the ferocious armor-breaking hammer on his back. That terrifying weapon that combines a hammer and a blade also brings a sense of security to this slender black knight.
It has a heavier temperament.
He seemed to be carrying a lot of heavy things.
The black knight sat quietly on his horse, as if he had no consciousness of his own, but Darkan could feel that under the helmet, there was a pair of calm eyes staring closely at him.
"Who are you? Do you know me?"
For this kind of guy who is not easy to mess with at first glance, Darkan is not willing to rush up and fight directly. The blood-colored crystal suspended behind him is the really important thing. Therefore, while the two sides are confronting each other, Darkan shouts
arrive:
"Get out of the way! Knight, I have no intention of becoming your enemy!"
"Darkhan Drasil..."
The moment Darkan finished speaking, the strange black knight pulled the reins of his horse. Amidst the deep neighing of the war horse, he jumped off the saddle and stood opposite Darkan. Under his heavy helmet, that
A pair of blue eyes belonging to a living person looked at Sarain in front of him. He whispered in a dry voice, like the collision of two stones:
"You failed, shamefully...failed!"
"Um?"
Darkan frowned. He had indeed failed. Whether it was the capture of the Blood Matron or the political struggle, he had failed miserably. However, this matter was only spread among the upper echelons of Silvermoon City. How did the strange elf in front of him know about it?
"What did you say? Do I know you? Friend?"
There was a hint of impatience in Darkan's voice. His ten sharp bloody claws collided back and forth, and he said in a deep voice:
"You hidden guy, who are you? If you don't want to say anything, just get out. I don't have time to play games with you!"
"37 days ago, a letter was delivered to your mansion... That letter contained a very important message for you."
The Black Knight held the ice-blue armor-piercing hammer behind his back with his backhand. His vocal cords seemed to have been corroded by some kind of force, which caused his voice to sound terrible, like the sound of the abyss.
"I told you everything you needed, and my request was trivial, but you...failed!"
"You! Did you write that letter?"
Darkan's blood-red eyes widened, and then a strange smile flashed across his face. He looked at the black knight who had drawn his weapon. His figure took a slight step forward, revealing the blood-red gem behind him. He looked at
The black knight made a "please" gesture:
"My friend, although we have never met, you see, I have lived up to the important information you gave me. The Blood Mistress is already in my hands. I know you want me to kill her to severely damage the King of Dark Blades.
, I am also willing to do this, but before that, I must get what I need from the mistress... You see, we are collaborators, and I need you to give me more important information in exchange,
When my mistress loses her meaning to me, I am willing to hand her over to you!"
The wild Lord Sarain let out a series of low laughter:
"You can do whatever you want with her, that's fair, isn't it?"
"bass"
Thick holy light slowly wrapped around the ice-blue armor-piercing hammer. As the golden light flowed, the black knight clenched the war hammer with both hands. In his blue eyes, a murderous intention flashed through.
"Unfortunately, the cooperation has failed. Because of your personal greed and shameful failure, I have to come here personally to clean up this troublesome mess. You are not a good collaborator, and I don't want this to happen."
Being known by others... I am different from you. My purpose of living is purer. Before the endless pain knocks me down, I just want to drag Tyrion and the madmen under his command to hell...
.that's all."
"So, please go to hell, Darkan Drasil! Take your cursed disgusting life...go to death!"
Behind the black knight's armor, two condensed wings of holy light suddenly rose up, and the powerful power of holy light flowed on the surface of his body. After a roar, this guy was like the bravest holy light warrior, facing towards
Darkan rushed over, and the heavy armor-piercing hammer hit Salein's body hard, but before hitting him, under Darkan's ferocious laughter, his figure quickly turned into a black vampire bat and dodged.
He received this powerful and heavy blow.
Sarain's strange figure appeared behind the Black Knight at the next moment. His interlaced claws pulled out ten bloody claw marks in the air, and with a deadly roar, he grabbed the Black Knight's neck.
At this moment, the Black Knight's left hand suddenly swung back, almost without looking back, and hit a holy light bullet filled with scorching energy.
"Bang"
Darkan's figure was thrown away by the sudden counterattack. As if he lost his balance, his body hit a big tree behind him. The huge force of the heavy armor broke the branches and knocked Darkan's body away.
Thrown into the soil on the ground.
After a moment, the wild Lord Sarain got up from the ground. There were still traces of burns from the holy light on his face, and he looked very embarrassed. The black knight held the warhammer in both hands and looked at him with disdain.
"You are still a mage at heart, but you try to defeat me with poor melee skills. What gives you the courage?"
"I have to say, compared with the Blood Lord of Dark Blade, you, Darkan, you are so bad!"
