32. The love of the dead---for the cramping brothers on the street [4/7]
"The plants on this land are revitalizing abnormally and seem to have been given some kind of consciousness."
The great knight Uther was riding on his horse. He looked at the Silverymoon City in front of him. After the prince led the army of Quel'Thalas to escort the last civilians out of the city, the empty city was approaching a little...
A little bit covered with creeping plants.
On those ancient city walls that carry the glory of history, between the cracks in the stones, new grass stems are spreading, like invisible hands, covering this place with a carpet of plants.
In an ancient city.
This is the power of nature, but no one has ever seen nature devouring everything built by civilization in such a "crazy" manner. On the edge of Silver Moon City by the sea, in the Sun Chaser Family's endless majesty, the Sun Chaser Palace,
Those gorgeous, priceless decorations are covered with plants growing all over the ground. Even the strongest masonry cannot resist the awakening of life from the ground.
The sun still shines in the sky, but from today on, the ones who enjoy the warmth of the sun on this land are no longer the high elves...the masters of this land are no longer them.
"They won't stop so easily."
The great knight pulled up the reins of his horse and took one last look at Silvermoon City, which was about to be completely buried in the forest by the green natural disaster. This magnificent city that was about to be lost might not be discovered again until a hundred years later.
"When I close my eyes, I can hear the entire Eversong Forest roaring. The trees are responding to this weird life energy. We can't stay here anymore. This forest is no longer safe. We have to return to Stratholme and return to Stratholme."
Tell this news to the king and emperor, we must prepare in advance, as well as those undead... damn the undead in the north!"
"I hope those cursed dead people will be completely buried in this hell of plants."
Kurtaz, the dwarf paladin who followed Uther, spat viciously on the ground. He turned to the great knight and said:
"Leader Uther, don't you suspect that these undead from the north are related to that guy Tyrion?"
"Kurtaz, my brother, frankly, I also doubt that there is a connection between them."
Uther drove the war horse toward the forest behind, and said in a deep voice:
"Their identical life forms make one have to doubt, but here's the problem. When fighting the undead in Silver Moon City, you can also feel the cold and huge will that envelopes their bodies, which is invisible and without substance.
, but that’s definitely not Tyrion..."
The great knight touched his beard and said worriedly:
"Obviously, these undead in the North have another leader. Besides, we lack information at hand. If we want to know the details of the undead in the North, we'd better ask the Draenei. They have been living in Northrend for several years.
Year...maybe they will have some information we need."
"The Draenei... Frankly speaking, I don't really trust those hoof people. Have you noticed that they are a little too similar to the demon spies captured in Dalaran... Is this a coincidence?"
The dwarf paladin grabbed his beard and whispered:
"I don't think so."
"Okay, Kurtaz, I know you are doing it for the good of the empire, but in this troubled time... let's not say these words."
The great knight waved his hand to stop the dwarf's speculation. A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but he did not say it in the end. The paladins on their war horses quickly crossed the increasingly uneasy forest. They were about to rush to Yonge.
The camp at the junction of the forest and the southern forest, where Prince Kael'thas and the refugees from Quel'Thalas are staying.
That is a huge migrant population. Under the current strategic situation, it is inevitable for the empire to take in these homeless elves, and the empire also needs the magical power of the elves in Quel'Thalas, but they must
Where to place it is an issue that needs urgent discussion.
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On the other side, while the elves were gradually evacuating the no longer safe Eversong Forest, in the mountains at the junction of southern Quel'Thalas and Stratholme, the Dark Blade's rescue team was resting here. To be precise,
Waiting for Tyrion's return.
"The Morning Seeker is gone?"
Myra walked up to Keeshan, who was serving as a scout, and asked in a whisper:
"When did he leave?"
"Just when we entered the mountains, that weird blood elf had plans to leave. After confirming the safety of the Blood Mistress, he left alone towards the north. I suspect he went back to Quel'Thala
"
Keeshan carried the sniper rifle he ordered in the weapons laboratory in the Black Iron Zone and said to the Blood Lord:
"I didn't stop him. His Majesty said that all high-level undead are free, and we will not force others to join, right?"
"That's what I said..."
Myra rubbed her chin, looking worriedly at the Blood Mistress who had sealed off all her consciousness. She still trapped herself in the blood gem. The gem looked fragile, but it was the incarnation of the Mistress's power. There was no one present.
Can separate it with complete certainty.
"But Salorian is the first and only blood servant of the Mistress. Once something goes wrong with him, there will be a chain reaction..."
"You think too much, Myra."
Keishaan was holding a cigarette in his mouth, leaning against the tree trunk and puffing away smoke, and said:
"That elf is very powerful. The most important thing is that he exudes murderous intent. You are no match for him. As long as he doesn't actively seek death, no one in Quel'Thalas can keep him."
"Well, what I'm afraid of is that he actively seeks death... When I was a member of Silvermoon City, I heard about Salorian's infinite loyalty to the Sun King. In this situation, it's hard to say whether he will
...Wait, who is that? Keeshan, look over there, is that?"
Myra touched the shoulder of the sentry Keshan with his arm, and the latter set up his sniper rifle. With the support of a high-power telescope, he saw three people trekking in this direction on the top of another mountain. After a moment, he
He put down his sniper rifle and nodded to Myra.
"Yes, one of them is the Morning Seeker, and the other is His Majesty. I have never seen the last one, but he is a high elf with a crown, and he seems to be Sarain."
"Hmm... I can probably guess who it is that can make the Morning Seekers actively follow it."
Myra waved her finger, signaling for Kishaun to relax. Ten minutes later, the three people walked slowly into the temporary camp in the light of the falling night. Myra and the others stood at the Blood Mother's gem.
Ahead, the Dark Blade King bowed to Tyrion and ignored them, walking straight to the Blood Gem incarnation of his wife.
He half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his fingers, and gently touched the crystal clear blood gem in front of him. His ice-blue eyes were full of tenderness. Behind him, the two newly joined blood lords looked at each other in silence.
Looking at the scene in front of me.
"The action against Alleria may be the stupidest decision I have made in the past ten years."
Anastarian Sunstrider, who had regained his youth, stood calmly behind Tyrion. His appearance had completely gotten rid of his old age, but there was undisguised exhaustion in his blood-red eyes mixed with light gold.
, he whispered as if apologizing:
"Looking at it with my more pure thinking now, maybe this risky move is more about political considerations, but if I were to make a decision again, I would still choose to do it... When you asked her to come back,
It’s just a stupid decision. To be honest, I don’t quite understand how you can make such an emotional judgment with your status?”
"I am not a leader like you, Sun King."
Tyrion stroked the blood gem in front of him and said softly:
"I rarely make decisions based on absolute rationality, and my subordinates will not resolutely obey me just because an action is beneficial to us but violates their bottom line... Just like Alleria's adventure, I
I knew the risks involved, but when I saw the determination in her eyes, I knew I couldn't stop her."
"I couldn't refuse her until I almost lost her. The world is really ugly, so ugly that it won't even leave a little tenderness to the dead. But this crisis really taught me something.
Those people I value, my protection for them is not enough."
Tyrion stood up, blood-red light shone in his hands, and his eyes turned completely blood-red. He said in a voice so weak that only he could hear:
"I would rather lose everything than lose you all again..."
Drops of blood slipped from Tyrion's hand. This blood with the same source of power was like the hottest fire. The moment it came into contact with the cold blood gem, the crystal clear shell began to "melt".
Those fragments, the melted fragments were like the most active blood, suspended in the air drop by drop, and then integrated into the bodies of Tyrion and Alleria. It was heavy, and he could feel his wife's inner emotions.
, that is painful.
It's not the shadow caused by other people hurting her, it's because she hurts other people wantonly... That's not what she wants to see, she is always so kind.
The pain, the pain she would have to bear after waking up, the blood and death she caused, all were so heavy that she was unwilling to wake up and face the cruel reality.
"My Alleria, it's time to wake up."
Tyrion hugged his wife, he stroked his wife's long blood-red hair, and murmured in a low voice, just like singing a lullaby to a child. This scene made everyone else put down what they were doing,
Watching quietly, looking at his Majesty and Queen, they must be the most cruel and terrifying couple in the Eastern Continent.
But facing Tyrion's call, Alleria seemed to have entered the deepest level of sleep. She was like a sleeping beauty, unable to hear any sounds from the outside world.
"Hey girl, listen to me..."
Tyrion whispered in her ear:
"I have also had nightmares. In the dreams, I was the one hurting other people. Our nightmares are equally heavy. We have to learn to carry them. The blood that sticks to our hands cannot change the past, so...
.We need to find an opportunity to become better than before, become better people, and shape a better world..."
"But all this requires you to wake up first. I will face it with you. I will share the pain with you. I am by your side. When you look back in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, you can see me.
, I’m right there and I won’t leave.”
Alleria's eyes rolled under her eyelids. It was obvious that she heard Tyrion's voice, but she still couldn't wake up. It was like a deep nightmare was haunting her, forcing her to be unable to wake up from the deepest state of mind.
Awakening from nightmare.
"Sister, I was wrong."
Lilas Windrunner walked out of the crowd. He knelt in front of Alleria, grabbed Alleria's wrist with both hands, and said with sobbing tears:
"I know what I did hurt you, please wake up, sister, give me a chance to make up for everything, wake up, please!"
Vereesa and the weak Sylvanas also walked to Alleria accompanied by their respective lovers. The last members of the Windrunner tribe gathered in this nameless valley, just like they were once.
It was like that when we were kids, hanging around together.
"Aurelia..."
Tyrion held his wife's hand tightly, lowered his head and said softly:
"You are the only light that shines around me in the darkness. You make a broken soul whole. You give me the confidence and strength to challenge the world. You give me the opportunity to do the right thing. I need you to be with me.
By my side, when I am lost in the darkness, I need you to pull me back... Dornan is waiting for you, our daughter, waiting for you..."
"Wake up quickly, don't sleep, be good, it's time to open your eyes."
"Hmm"
The next moment, the Blood Mistress was like a drowned person rising to the surface. Her whole body trembled, forcing her to take a deep breath. She opened her eyes blankly and saw that Tyrion had returned to ice blue.
Eyes and skinny cheeks, she subconsciously opened her arms and hugged her husband tightly.
Like a frightened child.
"They...I can see them, Tyrion, they cry beside me, I kill them with my own hands...I kill them with my own hands, I become a monster...I become the monster you hate the most,
I didn't want to, I didn't want to do this, it's all my fault, it's all my fault... I shouldn't, shouldn't have come back here, I shouldn't have..."
"Be good, it's all over, it's okay."
Tyrion hugged his wife and stroked her back to calm her down. The other Windrunners also stood aside and looked at the awakening eldest sister, while Vereesa and Sylvanas both had a flash in their eyes.
Worried, they all saw the extremely unstable mental state of the eldest sister.
"The child... there is a child, she is frightened, she... where is she?"
Alleria asked tremblingly. Tyrion turned around and looked at the blood maids on the side. Under his gaze, Cordana quietly stepped away, revealing the dirty little high elf girl behind her.
The only little girl who survived that night of disaster in Corona Village.
Alleria turned around and saw the girl with dull eyes. It was obvious that she had been frightened by the extreme disaster and had not been able to wake up until now.
With Tyrion's support, the weak Alleria walked up to the girl. She squatted down, stretched out her hand, and tried to touch the child, but the moment her fingers were about to touch the girl, the little girl let out a "wow" sound.
She cried, her green eyes full of fear, she fell to the ground tremblingly, grabbed the dirt with both hands, and threw it towards Alleria.
Obviously, she recognized Alleria, the culprit who killed everyone she knew.
Facing the dirty dirt, Aurelia did not dodge and let the dirt fall on her. She half-knelt on the ground and looked at the little girl in front of her. Her blood-red eyes were filled with tears, half of which were filled with blood.
Tears:
"I'm sorry, kid...I..."
"Mother, we have found out. This child's name is Salandia. She is an orphan from Corona Village. You did not kill her parents. In fact, her parents died when the orcs invaded."
Cordana bent down and tried to help Alleria up, she said softly:
"You don't owe her anything. On the contrary, you spared her..."
"No! No... I owe her a lot. I owe Quel'Thalas a lot."
Alleria threw away Cordana's hand, and she hugged the trembling little girl into her arms. Amidst the constant slapping of her dirty little hands and the roar of a little beast, the Blood Matron forced her to
Picking up the little girl, she turned back and looked at her husband with tears in her eyes, and said:
"This is our second daughter... Tyrion, whether you agree or not, I will raise her."
"I never learn to say no to you."
Tyrion shook his head and looked at the others:
"I have no objection. This child will be my daughter from now on. Do you agree?"
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