There was a sound of fracture in the left leg bone of the high-ranking knight Al, which made him kneel half-kneeling on the platform of the Dark Temple with difficulty. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of cold blood, while the armor all over his body was being violently bombarded.
He was smashed into pieces and his left arm had been chopped off with a sharp weapon.
And all the death energy in his body was locked up by Tyrion's huge will, as if the source of power was directly cut off.
In front of the embarrassed high-level knight, Tyrion looked down at him. A few seconds later, the Dark Blade King looked at the painful soul belonging to the black knight struggling in his hands, and he said softly:
"You traitors are really interesting... Does it really make sense to sacrifice your life to save a madman who is swallowed up by revenge?"
"Ahem... Aznab's "unique" talent is very important to the Order. He carries the power of the void and will not be tempted by the whispers of the void. This means that he can take us into many places.
Dangerous places, monitoring disasters that may break out at any time."
Knight El didn't have much fear in his heart. He was like a martyr who looked down upon everything, calmly explaining to the Dark Blade King:
"Please don't call us traitors... We have not betrayed the ideals of the Dark Blade. We are just unwilling to participate in the attack on civilization. We have transferred all our energy to the exploration and order of the shadows of the world.
Maintain it, sacrifice everything for a truly pure and great cause, and sacrifice your life to protect the order of the world."
These words made Tyrion raise his eyebrows. He walked around the El Knight a few times and then said:
"Well, world peace is a great ideal. It seems that Khadgar has trained you well, but if it is just such rhetoric... it is not enough to impress me."
The figure of the Dark Blade King flashed and appeared on his throne again. He looked at the El Knight below indifferently and said:
"Come on, convince me..."
"Convince me not to send the blood maids and law enforcers to hunt you down. I think the second purpose of your adventure here is for this, right? Let me guess, this is also the Khadgar religion.
Yours?"
Hearing Tyrion mention the Archlich's name again, a trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the El Knight, and he said softly:
"Yes, the dead greats left behind a great mission. Someone must shoulder this mission. The Dark Blade Army can become greater, but unfortunately, under your leadership, it has become addicted to the legacy of the living.
The war has been going on for too long and has been stained with too much blood, and it is no longer pure."
"etc..."
Tyrion waved his hand to interrupt the El Knight's statement. He crossed his legs, folded his hands on his legs, and looked at the death knight in front of him with interest:
"Purity and impurity aside, are you really sure that that disgusting traitor Khadgar is dead?"
"Um?"
Knight Al suddenly raised his head, and in his gray-white eyes, there was a hint of... joy?
"He is a lich. As we all know, liches don't die that easily."
Tyrion waved his hand, and a figure broke through the shadows and appeared under the throne. She wore a strange white mask and looked like a woman, but the El Knight could feel the same kind of aura from her...
This is an undead. Judging from her dress, she seems to be an undead assassin.
"Garona Harfoulson is the master assassin who is currently loyal to me. She retains the phylactery of the traitor Khadgar, but don't be happy yet, you two..."
Tyrion closed his eyes, leaned on the throne, and whispered:
"With just a thought from my mind, that phylactery and the ugly soul in it will be completely shattered... Do you want Khadgar to continue to live? It's simple... I don't need your loyalty, that's what a traitor is,
If you can betray me the first time, there will definitely be a second time. I have no interest in playing cat and mouse games with you anymore...but you wastes may have your own uses."
"Twilight's Hammer, you should have heard the names of these madmen. After finally dealing with the mess in Northern Xinjiang, I think it's time to clean up these disgusting cockroaches and bugs, but you, Al, you
I am very touched that you can sacrifice everything for your bastard friends, so let me see what your fellow traitors can do for you."
Tyrion opened his eyes slightly and looked at the betrayer in front of him. As he shook his fingers, the El Knight's body was quickly ignited by the beating of black soul fire. Just a moment later, his weak body
The soul was caught in Tyrion's hand.
The Dark Blade King looked at the two souls in his hands, with a smile on his lips:
"Go, Garona, tell those traitors!"
"Whether they are called the Order or any other disgusting name, in short, let them get rid of those Twilight Hammer lunatics and other cults in my land. This is their "self-salvation"
The first step...if they do well enough, maybe some of the sins on Al and the Black Knight can be eliminated, and maybe they can live longer."
"If they do well enough, maybe I will "mercifully" return these two souls to them, but they have to hurry up. Such weak souls cannot last long under the burning of black flames...
.Just like poor Khadgar, his screams always make me feel happy..."
As he spoke, Tyrion glanced at Garona, the half-orc assassin who voluntarily turned into an undead, and he snorted:
"Do more good deeds, maybe you can wash away a trace of blood on your hands."
Garona didn't say anything. After being transformed into an undead, the half-orc seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Every undead has an obsession, and all of Garona's obsessions were concentrated on the silver ring on her finger.
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The dawn sun shines on Whispering Harbor and this war-torn land. Under the light, the death fleet commanded by Dai Lin has dived into the deep sea, and those ships full of civilians can finally take a breath.
They divided the full load of civilians into the fleets of the night elves and high elves, and many ships docked at the edge of the severely destroyed Whispering Harbor dock to protect the frightened human civilians, and in the next few dozen days
Here, send them to another continent across the endless sea.
This is not a victory...
Even the most arrogant night elves had to admit that after witnessing the war between Whispering Port and Northern Xinjiang, it was Lothar who sacrificed himself to make the undead stop the war. In other words, these civilians can still
He was safely transported to Kalimdor entirely because of the mercy of the undead.
Before this, many races in Kalimdor had heard the "War of the Dead" described by Emperor Lothar himself, but seeing the scene in front of them with their own eyes gave the night elves, who had never paid attention to the situation in the Eastern Kingdom, the nominal rule.
This made Tyrande, Priestess of the Moon, truly aware of the new round of threats that Azeroth would face.
A more realistic threat than the demons roaming around the world...
No one believes that the undead will be satisfied with the land of the Eastern Kingdom. In the foreseeable future, the dead will extend their claws to Kalimdor. Look at them, they have even formed their own undead fleet... and it is also composed of
Led by the most powerful naval commander in the world.
How does this make the night elf warriors feel at ease?
But after all, they are not here to help humans regain their land. The relationship between elves and humans is not that good yet. They are just here to fulfill the agreement with the human emperor and send humans to Kalimdor. In exchange, humans will be in Cali
The wild land of Mudor thrives and eliminates threats in some areas for the night elves who are unable to take action.
Ship after ship of people was transported away. With the help of the night elves' huge fleet, the transportation process went smoothly, and the undead didn't seem to have any intention of disturbing the empire's westward march. They just stayed quietly.
On the battlefield last night, we collected the remains of our companions and the remains of the human soldiers who died in the battle.
Obviously, the undead did not do this for the sake of humanitarian spirit. They collected the bones of warriors for more practical purposes. This scene made the surviving soldiers grit their teeth, but everyone who wanted to rush out and fight the undead desperately
, will be sent away from Northern Xinjiang as quickly as possible.
It's not that humans have had their spines broken, and they don't even have the idea of resistance. It's just that the leaders and commanders who are left behind are unwilling to live up to the opportunity gained by the emperor's sacrifice... Judging from the current situation
, anyone with a brain knows very well that relying solely on the remaining power of the human empire is simply no match for the undead.
They can only grit their teeth and swallow this bad breath. They can only hold on to their weapons and wait for the next round of war to begin.
No one will be willing to accept this ending. The war between humans and the undead has just come to an end... They will come back sooner or later... return to their homeland and drive the undead out of their hometown!
Until then, they will wait quietly, accumulate strength, and wait for the day of counterattack.
"Grand Knight, you...have you really made up your mind?"
In the fortress on the north coast, His Majesty Alsace, who was tired and lost, looked at the great knight Mograine sitting in front of him, as silent as a stone. He rubbed his forehead in pain and said to the great knight.
:
"Such a sacrifice is meaningless. With all due respect, we must retain every ounce of useful strength, Lord Knight. No matter what the future of the human empire is, we still need you. A mainstay like you will help us..."
"In the new era and the new empire, there is no place for old bones like us."
The high knight waved his hand to interrupt the king's persuasion. He took off the Silver Hand emblem from his chest and put it in his hand. He looked at the emblem with a complicated look, but in the end, he put the emblem on the table.
.
"My soldiers and I will break away from the Silver Hand's system. We will not leave our hometown. Emperor Lothar's sacrifice is great, so we must fight for those who are still alive...Go, Your Majesty,
Take the people who still have hope to rebuild the empire on another continent, and we...we, the people of the old era, will stay here."
"As long as we are still there, the undead cubs can't really occupy this land."
Great Knight Mograine stood up and gave a standard knightly salute to His Majesty Arthas:
"We will go to Stratholme and join the paladins who stayed at Tyr's Hand... From now on, we will call ourselves the Scarlet Crusade! We will not let down the battle flag dyed red by the blood of warriors."
"Please also tell the citizens that where the empire once stood, there is still a group of loyal warriors fighting! We will wait for the day when the empire counterattacks on this eternal battlefield..."
"May the Holy Light protect the Empire!"
Ten minutes later, Knight Mograine, who had handed over all his duties and noble status, walked out of the fortress on the north coast. He rode on his war horse and looked back at the fleet setting off on the sea behind him. He took a deep breath and touched it.
He touched the long sword at his waist and then pulled up the horse's rein.
From today on, he and his followers will live as pure warriors and purifiers.
"Mograine...wait for me."
Just as the knight was about to leave, a voice sounded behind him. The knight turned around and saw Tirion Fordring, wearing only a set of soldier armor and pulling his horse, walking out of the fortress.
"Fording! You...didn't you follow His Majesty Arthas to Kalimdor?"
Alessandro Mograine shouted in surprise: "You shouldn't be here!"
"No, old man."
Old Fording raised his head, showed a calm smile to Mograine, and whispered:
"Old Bones are going to the battlefield... This time, count me alone. Uther will be watching over Kalimdor. Now I'm more like killing a few undead to go away the anger... I just need to shut up.
If you close your eyes, you can see the emperor..."
The great knight clenched his fist, and after a moment, he released his hand again, looked at his old buddy, and said softly:
"Taylan and your two boys took the same boat to Kalimdor. I believe Uther will take good care of them. Since there is not much nostalgia, it is time to make the promise of the traveling knight."
"High-ranking Paladin Tirion Fordring, apply to join the Scarlet Crusade today!"
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"Whoosh, whoosh"
The undead infantry who gathered the remains of the dead on the frontal battlefield dragged the human warriors who died in body bags in body bags, preparing to send their corpses to the ruins of Lordaeron for the recruitment of death knights.
Among these seemingly indistinguishable undead infantry, wearing armor and carrying weapons, there is a special guy who is a bit conspicuous. The equipment on his body is obviously more and more complicated than other undead infantry, but at this time, he
But like other infantrymen, he carried a body bag and slowly walked towards the forest outside the battlefield.
And at a corner after entering the forest, this strange undead infantry broke away from the group and silently walked into the deepest part of the forest carrying a body bag.
"Bang"
The body bag was thrown on the ground, and then clumsily opened by the undead infantry, revealing the human warrior who died heroically in it. He had short blond hair and a square face. He had a ribbon and a ribbon representing the status of an officer.
Decoration, and there was a ferocious puncture wound on his chest. He must have fought heroically, and he must have been heroic when he died in battle.
The lieutenant's name was engraved on the blood-stained dog tag around his neck.
"Thassarian"
The weird undead infantryman stood sluggishly beside the corpse. After a moment, he took out a spare soul stone from the box on his waist, and then with a stiff posture, he stabbed the soul stone into the wound of the corpse.
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A dark red light flashed in the eyes of the undead infantrymen who were supposed to have low intelligence under their ferocious helmets:
