Whispering Harbor and the entire northern Xinjiang finally ushered in the dawn again.
This is an ordinary yet extraordinary dawn, just like the cruelest dark time finally comes to an end. When the warm sunshine shines on this cold sea, everyone, every life that can still think
, could not feel the warmth in their hearts. In fact, for the civilians of the Human Empire, when they looked up at the sky, there was no longer a warm and firm shelter for them.
In this dawn, they lost him... They lost the leader who had been leading them forward and who had been exhausting all the protection of the empire... They were like children who had lost a loving father, in a future destined to be lonely.
Crying, helpless and confused.
But under the same sunshine, the Dark Blade King who had done evil things had no expression, no excitement, no joy, no joy. It was like he was as gloomy as ever, looking at him with calm and indifferent eyes.
He is watching everything in the world, thinking about his own conspiracies and plotting his own tricks in the shadows.
It was as if he had accomplished a trivial task. Amidst the angry gazes and roars that almost pierced his body, he shook his fingers quite calmly, and then looked at everything shrouded in the light of dawn again.
Life, the cruel scene just now made everyone, including the leaders who came to help, suddenly lose their voices.
Of course, there are some rational guys who seem to have seen some clues, such as the prophet Velen who has been in contact with Tyrion and has been observing all this in the corner. With his ability, he can easily sense Lothar.
He was "abnormal" before his death, but as wise as he was, he would not spread the bold speculation in his heart until the truth was revealed.
This is the wisdom accumulated by the prophet during his 25,000 years of flight...
"Are you angry? I can feel that... you are also desperate, like barking wild dogs, hiding your inner cowardice with ferocious postures. You are the League of the Living who represent justice and light, great heroes.
, you have stepped through the abyss of war and think you are as strong as steel, but in the face of this situation, what else can you do?"
Tyrion's voice with a touch of teasing suddenly turned cold and gloomy at this moment. The moment his voice sounded, huge death energy surged out from behind him, like a curtain covering the sky and the sun, covering the gloomy
The shadows were thrown into the ground, as if to make the defeated people understand that even under the scorching sun, there were places where the light could not shine.
At this moment, Tyrion is just like the real villain in all mythological stories...
"Believe me, there is only one thing you can do! That is to turn around and leave quietly, as if nothing happened! Go away, I will fulfill my promise to Lothar and go back to your new home.
, go back to your doghouse and tremble. Next time, when the bell of death rings, it will be your real doomsday..."
Tyrion turned around, and the broken black cloak behind him shone with cold light under the sunlight. After mocking the entire living world, he dropped his final cruel declaration:
"Gentlemen, today, justice in the world of the living has died. Its bones are not yet cold. I killed it with my own hands..."
"I will give you enough time to realize what kind of power you are fighting against. When you kneel in front of me in pain and pray for death, I will mercifully smash your heads...
The moment I completely extinguish the fire of your fragile civilization, I will allow you to go to hell..."
"Pray to your fragile faith that I will not appear in every nightmare of yours..."
"Pathetic losers...get out of here!"
"Get out of my land and never come back!"
The King of Dark Blade used his cold and cruel will to forcefully bring this war to an end. The moment his figure disappeared from the platform of the Dark Temple, the undead army on the ground seemed to have received new orders.
Same, camp where you are.
Saurfang, who took over Tyrion to command the battlefield, glanced meaningfully at the black floating city floating above his head. The moment he turned around, the death lord let out a sigh of relief as if he were alive.
And Yrel, the death lord who had just returned to the battlefield, waved the warhammer in her hand. Looking at the great knight Fording who was shrouded in anger and despair, she took back the weapon very unhappily, then stretched out her hoof and pulled the man under her feet.
The paladin, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, kicked back to his side's camp.
"What a bummer!"
Yirel swung her tail, and amid the clanging sound of the black metal sheath on her tail, she looked at the great knight in front of her with undisguised malicious eyes, and she said:
"Just a little bit...I can kill another great knight."
But after all, Yrel carried out His Majesty's orders very well. She waved her hand, and the Draenei death knights behind her slowly retreated, even to those Paladins who survived the brutal battle.
They cleared a road to Whispering Harbor.
The high-ranking knights don't think there is anything wrong with the Dark Blade King's decision... Even in their eyes, Emperor Lothar is a respectable opponent, and for such a person's plea before his death, anyone with honor
It's hard for any warrior who feels comfortable to say no.
Their Majesty just made a "merciful" decision. To be honest, facing the continuous undead reinforcements from behind, these surviving human warriors in front of them cannot win at all.
Just like His Majesty said...
They're just a bunch of pathetic losers, nothing more.
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Tyrion sat alone on the quiet platform throne of the Dark Temple. In front of his eyes, the dim imperial long sword War Destroyer was suspended in the air. The sword completely lost its original light the moment Lothar died.
In its dazzling form, the long sword was now dusty and covered with scratches, and its original peculiar brass-colored key-like shape had also disappeared.
After losing the sword holder, it returned to its original state, like a decaying weapon that had been stored in ashes for thousands of years, without any bright spots.
"The artifact is self-obstructed..."
The Dark Blade King shook his head, stretched out his hand, and threw the War Destroyer back into his storage ring. Lothar's soul and body had been burned to death after overloading the War Destroyer, and he had completely "
"Dead", even the two gods of death in the world of Azeroth can't even think of calling him back.
Frankly speaking, this is a real relief for Lothar.
But the dead are dead, and the mission of those who are still alive will continue. When Tyrion closed his eyes and rested, allowing the energy of death to repair his body wounds, a high elf in black armor slowly walked from the edge of the large platform.
came out.
This is the Black Knight, the only living person in the military system of the Dark Blade Legion, the blood lord Myra. A friend of the Dawn Blade, the fragments of the Death Naaru were cruelly implanted in his body, and he is constantly suffering from both the Holy Light and the Void.
The elf paladin tortured by this opposing force, Alex Aznab Flameblade.
A miserable person who lost himself in pain and was only left with a will for revenge. He was also the culprit that caused the Blood Matron to almost die and directly triggered the ecological disaster in Quel'Thalas.
"Are you here to die?"
When the Black Knight walked to the center of the platform, Tyrion's hoarse voice suddenly sounded. The Dark Blade King, who was sitting on a throne decorated with long swords and frost, as well as the heads of the great demons Archimonde and Kazzak, was still there.
He closed his eyes, but the appearance of the Black Knight did not hide his senses, and the latter had no intention of concealing his whereabouts.
The Black Knight stood under the throne. In his green eyes behind the black helmet, he stared closely at the Dark Blade King in front of him. The latter's faint power made him feel desperate. He knew very well that relying on himself would not be possible at all.
It was possible to complete the revenge, but... But Lothar died in Tyrion's hands, which completely defeated the last will of the Black Knight who had completely watched the scene.
Now, perhaps, as Tyrion said, he came here to die.
"I'll challenge you!"
The black knight gritted his teeth and took off the war hammer from behind. In great pain, two completely different powers in his body were entangled in the weapon. He pointed it at Tyrion and shouted in a hoarse voice.
:
"Come on! King of the Dark Blade, come and kill me!"
"Not in the mood...get out!"
Tyrion did not open his eyes. He was in a bad mood at the moment and had no interest in playing games with such a weak person. With a wave of his hand, the howling wind hit the black knight's body, knocking him from his original position.
It flew out from the ground, flipped in the air for several weeks, and landed awkwardly on the ground behind it.
Aznab raised his head, his eyes full of pain, and driven by the thought of dying, he told everything he had done.
"Your wife, Alleria Windrunner, about your connection with her, about your secrets, about Sarain, I told Darkan everything!"
"Shua"
Tyrion's eyes opened, and there was no emotion in his ice-blue eyes. He opened his hand, and in the movement of black light, the heavy Ashbringer appeared in his hand, and the Dark Blade King emerged from the throne.
Stand up and walk down the stairs step by step.
"Say it again..."
"Oh, you're angry...right? You also feel the pain of almost losing a loved one..."
The Black Knight got up from the ground, moved his shoulders, and looked at Tyrion without fear:
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt Alleria, and I didn't mean to involve innocent people, but if you give me another chance, I will still do it... You have already caused pain to too many people.
, my father and mother, they lived in Taquilin and died on the night when the orcs invaded the barrier, they are very familiar, right? It was you who killed them!"
"And Myra...my brother, he was tempted by you to fall into the darkness, and you turned him into a monster! Just like you turned me into a monster! The only reason why I joined the Dark Blade is to get my hands on it.
End your ugly life... But you are too powerful, so powerful that it makes people despair. Sometimes fate is so unreasonable, but it doesn't matter. Instead of being tortured by hatred and pain, dying in your hands may be my relief.
..."
"relief?"
Behind Tyrion, the rapidly spreading frost rolled on the ground of the platform. He looked at the crazy black knight in front of him expressionlessly. He said in a creepy and gentle voice:
"My child, I promise you... you will never get the relief you desire! You will never find a hell willing to accept you, you ugly soul!"
"It's you who turned me into this!"
The Black Knight roared excitedly, and the frenzied will collided in his mind, causing him to swing the warhammer entangled in the holy light and void without any rules. Amidst the explosion of power, the strange warhammer roared
He smashed it towards Tyrion, and was caught firmly by the latter with one hand.
"Bang, click, click"
As the cold power of the Dark Blade King spread, the warhammer forged by the Black Iron Master was quickly covered in ice, and then easily crushed by Tyrion's fingers. As the steel fragments shone, the Black Knight completely lost his mind.
Clenching his fists, with one hand of holy light and the other of void, he smashed at his opponent like a gladiator, but Tyrion easily dodged it.
The moment the two crossed each other, the sword shadow brought by the sharp Ashbringer pierced the Black Knight's body from three directions. When Tyrion's figure reappeared, Aznab had already collapsed with blood all over his body.
On the ground.
"Ahem...As expected...As expected...it still doesn't work..."
"I don't hate you, poor thing."
Behind him, the Dark Blade King held the Ashbringer in his hands, with no emotion in his eyes:
"Hatred and disgust are understandable. I don't care about your hatred for me, but you shouldn't hurt Alleria. She is innocent..."
"I...I'm sorry..."
The Black Knight lay on his back on the cold ground, with his arms spread out and his eyes closed, quietly waiting for death to come. But at the next moment, a burst of explosions sounded behind the Dark Blade King, causing the dying Black Knight to lie on his back.
The knight opened his eyes, and he saw the El Knight who should not be here. During the change of eyes, Aznab's figure was thrown into the sky by the death grip, and then was caught in the hand of a skeletal griffon.
Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw the El Knight charging towards Tyrion with a heavy sword, and the last voice he left for himself:
"You are very unique, Aznab. Don't let crazy revenge swallow up your sanity, and don't waste your talents... don't let my sacrifice go to waste..."
However, the next moment, the Dark Blade King pointed his finger at the sky, and the sudden burst of death energy completely crushed the bone gryphon and the body of the traitor who had escaped death...
Cold flesh and blood rained down...
Tyrion held the painful soul in his hand. The moment he clasped his fingers, the black knight's soul was wrapped in black flames. The burning pain made the soul beat crazily, and the Dark Blade
The king looked at the high-ranking knight who was pierced by the sword and fell to the ground. He asked expressionlessly:
