Lord Roglio, who was heading to Stratholme City along the main road in East Stratholme, heard the report from his adjutant. He waved his hand and asked the team to continue moving forward, clearing away the wandering undead from natural disasters while asking in a deep voice.
arrive:
"Who started it?"
"It's a cult called the Cult of the Curse, Lord. Before we came, the city fell into chaos."
The first adjutant replied:
"Our spies hidden in the city sent back the news that the civilian teleportation array in Stratholme was closed by the cultists 2 hours ago. They also spread the plague of the undead in the city. The King's Path was ignited and the fire was spreading.
.”
"That's terrible."
Rogelio touched his chin. The death lord with a scar on his eye thought for a moment and asked:
"How many people are there in the city now?"
"About 60,000 people are the last batch of civilians waiting to be teleported, but they are now trapped in the city. In addition, it is said that some high elven civilians who have moved to Stratholme City are also trapped in the plague.
and in flames.”
"Is there no guards in Stratholme? Are they just letting the cultists cause chaos?"
Rogelio frowned and looked at the shadow of Stratholme City in the dusk in the distance. He was panicked for a moment for no reason. The Death Lord touched his heart. His instinct was telling him that he should go to that city.
Take a look.
So after a while, Rogelio said to his adjutant:
"Johnny, you take the 3rd to 7th Wings of the Hammerfire Chapter and continue to Queldorin Lodge. The remaining four wings follow me to Stratholme. As for the Hand of Tyr... let's go first
Leave it there, those Holy Light fanatics are very troublesome, we will leave them for last."
"As you command, Lord!"
The high-level death knight Johnny Aosen was ordered to leave. This was also a very handsome high elf. He was a member of the Draenor Vanguard who once infiltrated. He died in the earthquake caused by Khadgar and the bronze dragon Sephiel.
After being resurrected, he joined Rogelio's team, and until now, he has become the second-in-command of the Hammerfire Chapter.
Maybe soon, Johnny will become the secondary lord of the Dark Blade Chapter. It is a new level. After the end of the Northern Xinjiang War, there will inevitably be several new war groups, and in the increasingly larger Dark Blade Chapter,
In the military structure of the Blade Chapter, the rare number of Death Lords is completely insufficient to command so many war groups, so Tyrion decided to add a new rank between the legion commander and the high-level knight, and the existing war group system will be
further differentiation.
In other words, Johnny Aosen will soon have his own war group. It may not be as large as the Hammerfire Chapter, but how can I put it? This former high elf scout will also enter the true stage.
Senior management.
After Johnny left with the four regiments, Rogelio stood on the hillside. He looked at Stratholme in the distance and looked at the smoke rising above the city. Finally, he shook his head and thought in his mind.
Suddenly I remembered something Tyrion said when he and Tyrion went hunting one time when they were still alive.
"Everything in this world has a use, even scum has its own place of use, but what is worse than scum are those who work hard to become scum..."
The silent Death Lord reached out and took his own gray-white battle bow carved with undead runes and made of black dragon tendons and Gronn bones. Behind him, an entire silent Dark Blade Army was ready to go.
"This world in chaos is absolutely useless and pathetic. Let us save them!"
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"Hoo, hoo"
In the business district of Stratholme City, Kane was panting in a hunting suit and running in a dark alley. The young man who was about to reach adulthood jumped back and forth in the dark alley with the agility unique to high elves, like an agile ghost.
, it only took a few seconds to rush to the street on the other side of the alley.
His golden hair was beating on his shoulders. As he ran, he would look back from time to time, looking above and behind him, mixed with choking ashes and streams of hot air blowing in the wind. On the other side of the business district,
Half of the city block was burning. The rebellious cultists not only destroyed the portal, but also set the city on fire.
To be honest, no one knows what those lunatics want to do, but this city has reached a twisted end. There are people running around in panic, bumping into each other like headless flies, and those who take advantage of the chaos to do crazy things.
Gangsters, robberies, and rapes, under the shadow of death and in the absence of strong control, the city with only one-fifth of the population is left, like a swarm of demons dancing around.
Kane coughed a few times and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves. He had to rush back to the neighborhood where he lived before the fire spread. Before leaving the city, he had to get the most important thing to him.
That's what his father left him...
Kane was one of the elves who immigrated to Stratholme from Dysholme more than a month ago, following the call of His Majesty the new Sun King Kael'thas. He was a ranger apprentice and came here following his mentor.
Starting from Quel'Thalas, which had been destroyed by natural disasters, Kane did not like human cities. He felt that the city was too noisy.
In fact, it was not just this child. All the elves who immigrated to Stratholme did not adapt well to human life. Therefore, when Baron Rivendell was still managing the city, these elves were placed in the corners of the old city.
The transportation there is very inconvenient and there are very few people living there, but it is very quiet and very suitable for these elves to live.
"Bang"
The door of the house in the corner of the old city was pushed open. Kane rushed into the dim room, dragged out a wooden box under his bed, opened it, and found a longbow made of mahogany inside.
There are many carvings, this is just a "toy" bow for training, which was made by Kane's father before he left Quel'Thalas.
That was almost 15 years ago.
For high elves, 15 years is just a blink of an eye, but high elves also have feelings. For Kane, after hearing the news of his father's death 11 years ago, this bow became a
The only and best souvenir I have for my deceased father.
"Click"
The wooden box was closed. Kane breathed a sigh of relief and carried the wooden box behind his back. Then he picked up the long sword beside the bed and walked out of the room quickly. It was time for him to leave. The portal in this city had been destroyed.
, he must return to Quel'Dolin hut before the Dark Blade undead rush into the city, where it is said that some compatriots are still holding on.
Fortunately, the road from Stratholme to Queldolin's hut is not far. At the speed of the high elves, it only takes half a day to reach it.
But just when Kane was passing by the city cemetery, he suddenly discovered that under the sky covered with ashes and in the shadow of the cemetery, there was a group of strange guys gathering at the door of an open tomb. At the feet of those guys,
There was also a cloth bag, which was "struggling" hard. It was obvious that there was a living person inside.
"Grave robber?"
This thought appeared in Kane's mind, making the young high elf walk a little slower. Probably because of his father's experience, Kane was full of hatred for guys like tomb robbers. What's more, he couldn't hate the man who was being raped.
The kidnapped living people turned a blind eye, so after hesitating for a moment, Kane quietly climbed over the wall of the tomb and approached those weird guys.
"Those damn paladins sprinkled holy water on Rivendell's body and burned him to ashes..."
"It doesn't matter, the master's power still remains in Rivendell's ashes. We have to bring it back to Northrend, where he will be reborn."
"What about this little brat? Look at his appearance, this guy is about to die."
"Don't be stupid, Oryx is a very important item. If Rivendell's resurrection fails, this important task will have to be inherited by his son. Ga Ga Ga, and then take his wife's soul back to Novo."
Sender, let them "reunite as a family", hahahaha!"
The sound of the cultists talking reached the ears of Kane who was hiding in the tree, causing the young ranger to grit his teeth. It was obvious that these guys were stealing the family cemetery of Baron Rivendell and seemed to be planning to steal the Baron.
Taking away the couple's ashes and his only son, this evil move made Kane feel outraged, but he was very rational. He knew that relying on his own skills, it would be difficult to deal with these dozen cultists at the same time.
After all, he is just a ranger apprentice, but if his father were here, Kane believes that his father would not sit back and watch such evil things happen.
The young elf gritted his teeth, climbed down the tree trunk, tiptoed through the cemetery wall, carried the wooden box on his back, and ran towards the block closest to the cemetery. He had to find helpers. If he remembered correctly.
, a few blocks away is where the paladins of Stratholme City gather. Those paladins who believe in the Holy Light will definitely not let these cultists do whatever they want.
And just at the next corner when Kane left the cemetery, in front of the road he was running, a tall figure was walking out of a shop. He was wearing white and silver armor, and he looked like a paladin. This made Kai
Well, I saw hope.
"Mr. Knight! Wait!"
Kane called out to the paladin, who stopped and looked back at the elf running towards him, his eyes full of inappropriate curiosity.
"Huh, Mr. Knight, a group of people, a group of cultists are stealing Baron Rivendell's tomb in the cemetery. They also kidnapped the Baron's son. Please..."
Kane quickly ran to the paladin. He told the paladin in front of him everything he heard. But soon, Kane noticed something strange about this paladin. There were still some holes in his armor.
Wiping away the clean blood, and looking back along his shoulder, there was still a faint smell of blood coming from the quiet shop.
This made the young elf take a step back subconsciously, and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"Tsk, tsk, what a very observant child."
The paladin rubbed his chin, then put his finger to his mouth and said in a strange voice:
"Good boy, hush, since it's a secret, you can't tell it everywhere..."
Kane looked at the tall paladin. He saw that the paladin's eyes slowly turned into pure black eyes. This made the ranger feel a fatal crisis. He turned around and ran away. At this moment, the saint
The figure of the knight suddenly disappeared from the spot. Amidst the screams of vampire bats, a pair of huge bat wings suddenly unfolded on Kane's way to escape, and the ranger apprentice who was caught off guard was violently thrown away.
Kane, who was flying upside down in the air, felt his eyes go dark, and a cold, black claw was clasped around his neck. In front of his eyes, the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis, who had completely revealed his prototype, let out a deep laugh.
Voice.
"Where are you going? Good boy... Come back to Northrend with me. You look very suitable to be... a Dark Ranger. By the way, what's your name?"
Kane's neck was clasped tightly by the cold claws, and he felt that the air was being squeezed out of his lungs little by little. This was a very painful process, but Kane did not make a sound.
This young, underage elf looked at the Dread Lord in front of him with a look of hatred, and he said with difficulty in a hoarse voice:
"Monster! I'm...not afraid of you!"
"Um?"
The cruel Mal'Ganis's eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on the corner of the fear devil's mouth:
"No, you should be afraid of me, kid..."
"Shua"
The Dread Lord waved his hand casually, and Kane's body was hit hard against the wall next to him. The young man opened his mouth and spit out blood. He struggled to get up, but the next moment, he was stepped on by the Dread Lord's hoof.
Standing at his feet, Mal'Ganis turned the demon's hooves. It looked down at Kane, and he said in a solemn voice:
"Tell me, what's your name!"
"His name is Kane!"
A low and hoarse voice answered Mal'Ganis' question. The Dread Lord was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned into a swarm of roaring vampire bats and disappeared. Almost at the same moment, the whistling bone arrows mysteriously disappeared into the air.
, the dark red death energy wrapped in the arrow shaft created a swirling energy storm in the air, and the bats that exploded in all directions seemed to be trapped in place by the strange energy.
"Ah! Damn arrows! Damn Darkblade Undead!"
After a burst of light distortion, Mal'Ganis, who had been unable to escape, screamed and appeared on the other side of the street. In the chest of the Dread Lord, a pale bone arrow had pierced into its body.
And a slender figure also appeared in front of the unconscious Kane. The figure was wearing black armor, holding a pale bow in his hand, with gray hair hanging loosely on his shoulders. There was a ferocious scar at the corner of his eye.
, and in the sky above him, a ferocious bone dragon poked its head out from the dim sky filled with ashes.
The appearance of the young Kane is 7 points similar to him.
"His name is Kain, Kain. Sunfury..."
Death Lord Rogelio was half-kneeling there. He stretched out his hand and gently wiped the blood off Kane's cheek. He looked at the unconscious young elf in front of him, and a somewhat unfamiliar laughter appeared on his face.
Whisper:
"He is my most precious treasure..."
"Devil, it seems we have to discuss...about the issue of your daring to hurt my son."
