"Seal every city gate! No one is allowed to leave!"
Riding on a war horse, Uther led a large group of knights into Stratholme, and violently and arbitrarily seized the command of the city's defense general. Under the order of the big knight, the paladins quickly pulled up at the city gate.
Warning tape, and the mages of Dalaran who followed him rushed to the top of the city, just like Kael'thas did in Andorhal, using flames to disperse the poisonous mist in the air.
It is said that some orc shamans and dwarf shamans from the Hinterlands who are living in seclusion in the king's territory have already set off. They will soon arrive in the Stratholme and Tirisfal areas and use elemental spells to set off a violent storm to eliminate this problem as soon as possible.
A disaster of poisonous fog.
But Uther is more worried about his disciple, Prince Arthas of Lordaeron. He rushed into Stratholme City alone, and he doesn't know what is happening now.
A few minutes later, the Grand Knight received a report from the city guard. He quickly rushed into the business district alone. In the messy back streets, Uther saw his disciple.
Alsace, he was in a state of embarrassment, with wounds all over his body. The heavy armor had been scrapped, and his war hammer was thrown aside. The war hammer was covered with traces of frost and blood.
Judging from Alsace's physical condition, he obviously went through a hard battle.
And at his feet, lay a corpse with its head smashed. Even though the corpse had been purified by the holy light, it was still wrapped in a heavy aura of death. Obviously, this was not a simple corpse.
"Alsace, are you okay?"
Uther jumped off his horse and approached his students. Arthas heard the voice behind him. He raised his head, and there was a difficult smile on his tired face:
"Tutor, I'm fine...I'm just, I'm just a little frustrated."
The young paladin tried to stand up from the ground, but as soon as he straightened up, the tearing pain from his legs made the prince stagger. Uther reached out to support his disciple, and held
When Alsace touched Alsace's arm, Uther's hand felt a biting coldness. Looking carefully, he saw that the prince's arm was covered with frostbite and there were wounds sealed by ice.
It wasn't easy for him to win.
"This is Baron Rivendell, the mentor. In order to save his son, he threw himself into the dark side..."
Prince Alsace whispered:
"But he finally repented, but it's a pity... It's a pity that a demon forcibly transformed him into a death knight. Right before my eyes, they deceived him, those bastards, they used evil magic to blind the Baron's mind."
"But I can't save him, mentor... I'm too weak, my power is not enough to change these things, I... I'm too incompetent, I can only watch all this happen."
Looking at his disciple's pale face and swaying will, a trace of worry flashed in the eyes of the great knight. He helped Alsace turn around and leave the battlefield. He whispered:
"Arthas, I know how you feel. When we fought the orcs, I, like you, hated myself countless times for being weak, but... But once we are on the battlefield, we can no longer actively choose anything.
Will heal us, what can make us complete, what can give us goals, do you understand? When you are at a loss, I hope you think about it, where does your enlightenment come from? "
"consciousness?"
The young prince looked at his mentor. Uther nodded to him. The knight raised his head and looked at the sky where the night was slowly falling. He said softly:
"When I first went to the battlefield, I had the honor to fight with Emperor Lothar. He was still a marshal at that time. After a certain injury, I was very weak and scared. I was very young at that time, just like you, and then
He told me that a true warrior must learn to listen to pain, whether it is his own pain or the pain of others."
"Because pain is both the most knowledgeable historian and the most accurate diviner. Pain teaches us to recognize ourselves, our limits, our shortcomings, and give ourselves motivation until we reach the goal of enlightenment. You
The people around you, Baron Rivendell, Oryx, those innocent victims, these are your pain and your awakening."
"I can't tell you directly where you should go, Arthas, but you are a smart boy. I know that one day you will become a hero who can turn everything around. But I also admit that war is sometimes difficult. Many times we will
If you feel like you are about to die, you will feel like you are about to fail, but... if we have not faced the pain and understood the pain, how can we free ourselves and then save ourselves for the rest of our lives?"
The great knight reached out and patted Alsace on the shoulder. He said to Alsace in an encouraging voice:
"Don't doubt justice. When evil truly wins, that's when good people begin to doubt themselves and others, stop standing up, and stop fighting for justice... You are still fighting for it. Because of your fight, the entire Stratholme
It was able to continue to exist after the dark conspiracy was exposed, and many people avoided terrible deaths, so you won, justice has not died yet, you did a good job, Arthas, my disciple, leave the rest to me
Let me."
The young prince shook his head and whispered:
"But this is not enough. Stratholme is just a node, it is not the source of the problem, and...be careful with those grains. My mentor, the Baron once told me before he died that there is a problem with some of the grains in the city. This is also
For the second phase of those dark demons’ plans, we’d better burn all those grains.”
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"The natural disaster of the undead started in Northern Xinjiang, but I heard it didn't go well. Someone stopped the cauldron of plague they released in time."
After Nassa's "death", the intelligence system of Northern Xinjiang was managed by Crow, the arakkoa assassin. However, after the Quel'Thalas incident, Tyrion ordered Crow to start evacuating lurkers in Northern Xinjiang, which was about to become
The battlefield of the decisive battle on "Disaster Day" is no longer suitable for the living to go through life and death.
The return of the last group of Dark Blade agents disguised as businessmen also brought heavy news to the Dark Blade Legion.
In the scorching passage of the Molten Core, the sound of the forging hammer falling was endless. The intelligence manager Crow and the recently unemployed Death Lord Luminas were walking side by side. After listening to Crow's description of the situation in Northern Xinjiang, Lu couldn't rest anymore.
Then Minas said to the crow:
"Humans have done well. Their tactical thinking and execution ability can barely keep up with us, but to be honest, just defeating the undead natural disaster's action of releasing the plague is not a victory... Brother Crow, you should
Clearly, the growth pattern of the Undead Scourge is different from ours, and the Lich King’s sources of troops are not limited to those brave soldiers.”
"The tombs...the tombs all over northern Xinjiang are the main source of their military strength."
The Death Crowman tilted the bird's head, his black eyes moved flexibly, and he said his thoughts to his colleagues:
"Indeed, releasing the plague by the undead natural disasters is only the first step. It attracts human attention, creates panic, disrupts order, and at the same time buys them time to wake up the dead. There are more dead people buried underground than living people on the ground.
Much more... And so far, the human empire seems not to have realized this, and they have not "purified" the cemeteries within their borders."
"Even if they realize it, time is running out."
Luminas shook her head:
"The Human Empire is obviously preparing for the undead natural disasters in the same way as it is preparing for us. They are destined to be caught off guard. In my opinion, it is doomed that natural disasters will sweep across northern Xinjiang, but this is exactly what we need. Speaking of which,
I heard that your next step is to release the werewolves trapped in Silverpine Forest...can that guy Wolf control them?"
"30,000 copies of Moonlight Herbal Medicine have been distributed over the past few years. The command system of the Werewolf Legion has been established. They can complete any tactical mission with excellence."
The crow's black eyes turned around, and then said to Luminas:
"But Wolff asked me to ask His Majesty for his opinion. He thinks that we can take advantage of the chaos to seize part of the land of Gilneas, and after the "Disaster Day", gather the refugees from Northern Xinjiang there and establish a temporary shelter.
After all the dust has settled, they will be sent to southern Xinjiang in batches. Unfortunately, Wolff himself is not good at commanding large armies in combat. What he means is that the headquarters would best send a general to cooperate with him.
"
"Um?"
Luminas, who has been staying in the Black Iron Zone to accompany her husband, and who has been going crazy with idle work lately, immediately lit up. The existing death lords all have their own tasks, and with each battle group's new rotation of equipment
At the beginning, the lords were destined to be unable to find time to leave the defense zone, but she was different. Ever since Danas took away her military power, she had been seeking an opportunity to return to the front line of the battlefield.
Gilneas, although it is a secondary battlefield, fighting a battle is much better than sitting around and being bored.
As soon as she thought of this, Luminas quickened her pace. The high heels under her feet collided with the steel floor laid by the Molten Core, making a clanking sound. The crow who had succeeded in his scheme coughed lightly and looked around.
Following Lumi, we entered the forging workshop deepest in the Molten Core.
Tyrion has been staying here recently after returning from Quel'Thalas.
"Your Majesty, the evacuation of the Northern Xinjiang spies has been completed. Those intelligence points that cannot be evacuated have also been maintained by Sarain blood descendants with certain military force, or knights who are good at disguise."
Crow reported his mission, and Tyrion, who stood beside the magma shrouded in orange light, nodded. He calmly looked at the island in the middle of the magma lake in front of him, where a giant black iron felt was placed.
Gurney Bronzebeard and several black iron blacksmiths are using the hot magma to perform the final forging on a weapon.
But what is different from the ordinary forging process is that every time the forging hammer in Magni Bronzebeard's hand is hit, the long sword that is about to be formed on the iron felt will burst out with sparks, even though there is magma from the iron felt.
The notch in the center overflowed, but what burst out from the sword blade was not the kind of hot and bright sparks, but black...star points that were like the beating light of dark stars.
Every stroke of the hammer would resonate with a special force, like a whisper from the invisible darkness. When Luminas and Crow approached the magma lake, they could almost see the black iron felt with their naked eyes.
The dark energy suspended in the sky, at the moment when this weapon made of Atama crystal and infused with the purest magic power of the Sunwell was about to take shape, those dark energies roared and entangled in the molten fire, thinking
To blend into that dark blade.
"Get away! Get away!"
Magni Bronzebeard, who had been awake for five days, roared angrily. He waved the forging hammer in his hand to push away the lingering power of darkness. Every time the hammer struck, the undead blacksmith would use his body's energy to
The cold death energy used its own power to temper the ferocious sharp blade in front of it.
Every weapon is the work of a blacksmith, and for a top forger master like Magni Bronzebeard, he cannot stand that the weapons he forges are defective, even if they are sharp blades made for demons.
.
"Tear it apart, tear it apart"
The dark storm roared, and between the collision of the forging hammer and the sharp blade, the power penetrated the space, seeming to roar to prevent the heavy sword from taking shape, and the black iron blacksmiths around Magni could no longer stand the forge.
The strange temperature all around, which is a mixture of extremely cold and extremely hot air, can only be withstood by a powerful death knight like Magni.
"Wine, give me wine!"
Magni shouted crazily, and Tyrion's fingers crossed his waist. The next moment, a bottle of the best blood wine was thrown at the forging master. The latter caught it in his hand and drank the sweet drink happily.
of wine, then swung the forging hammer, used all his strength, and struck the black sword in front of him with the hammer.
"boom"
Just like a big bomb being detonated, the black energy was gathered together in this endless beating, and then was released in the last hammering. The invisible and cold power of darkness was in the molten fire.
The storm in my heart gathered like ghost claws, roaring and rolling up a terrifying storm in the scorching hot magma lake, raging as if to destroy this devil's blade.
"Click"
Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the iron felt. Amidst the roar of the dark storm, the forged sharp blade was suspended above the black iron felt. The beauty was shocking.
It was a long knife similar to a traditional single-edged sword, but it was edged on both sides. There was a semicircular depression on the smooth back two-thirds of the way, and the dark gems that were supposed to be trapped inside were already in endless
During the beating, it turned into a light group that lingered like mist, beating endlessly in the depression.
On both sides of the wide sword blade, the smooth sword body is engraved with natural magic patterns. With only a few modifications, it can become the best carrier of the undead runes. However, its blade is not smooth, and it is at the top.
It is a two-part reverse blade that can easily tear armor. At the point where the blade and the guard are connected, there are four sharp thorns arranged together. The L-shaped guard stands upside down on the hilt of the sword.
At the end, there is an inverted moon-shaped carving.
Tyrion stretched out his fingers and grasped the hilt of this heavy-edged sword in the lingering dark storm. It was not as unruly as Apocalypse, but this legendary weapon had its own pride.
It was like a group of fierce horses, frantically resisting Tyrion's power, and the thick death energy in the Dark Blade King's body also surged out from the palm of his hand.
Black and dark red haloes intertwined on the knight and the sword, and the halo became more and more intense. Magni Bronzebeard clutched the wine bottle tightly and watched the scene in front of him intently. Frankly speaking,
, he hoped that Tyrion would not be able to tame this legendary sword, but on the other hand, he very much looked forward to the legend he created with his own hands, becoming a symbol of invincibility on the battlefield.
"Buzz"
After the two stalemate for several minutes, the dark red halo finally won little by little. When the dark and ferocious heavy sword enveloped the dark red light, the dark storm entangled and suspended in the magma also
At this moment, it suddenly converged, as if it was absorbed by the heavy sword in Tyrion's hand. On the indentation on the back of the long sword's blade, a black energy orb slowly appeared, and began to emit...
Black light.
"My Ashbringer..."
Tyrion stroked the cold heavy sword in his hand, tapped his fingers on the blade, and listened to the crisp sound, he nodded:
