28. Tears of Blood---The left and right double-knife brothers for Mr. Egg [1/10]
Lylitha Windrunner, the fifth leader of the Windrunner family since the founding of Quel'Thalas, is also recognized as the greatest ranger general.
The era when she was born was the golden age of Quel'Thalas' development. The trolls were defeated, and the power of the elves finally completely covered the entire northernmost continent of Northern Xinjiang. She has been active in the war against the trolls since she first came of age.
On the battlefield, he has led the rangers to defend Quel'Thalas countless times, armed with bows and sharp blades.
The entire Farstrider Legion and other ranger troops regarded her as the absolute leader. In her hands, Windrunner's authority became so prominent that her reputation even spread in the human kingdom in the northern frontier.
She should have had a happy ending, but unfortunately, her husband was killed by Zul'jin 180 years ago. Since then, the Ranger General's life has become lonely, and 10 years later, she
Her good sister Tyrissa Dawnblade and her husband Carol Dawnblade were also killed by Zuljin’s trolls. Tyrion, who was not yet an adult at the time, entered her through adoption.
in life.
Tyrion was in the same grade as her youngest son Lilas Windrunner. It was easy for her to regard the silent and lonely Tyrion as her own child.
She taught him how to fight, taught him how to grow, took him into the battlefield with her own hands, and when the two of them cooperated, they captured their common enemy Zuljin. Although they were not biological mother and son, their relationship was very sincere.
Compared to his emotionally indifferent parents, Tyrion himself relies more on General Lyressa.
It's a pity that destiny, this green pond, will never let the people it values live happily. It seems to use endless sorrow and despair to temper the minds of the soldiers time and time again, allowing them to truly embark on their own path.
the way.
But fate, which is playing tricks at will, never cares about the feelings of these people...
"Don't sleep! Don't sleep! Look at me!"
Tyrion hugged the almost unconscious Ranger General and rushed madly in the direction he came from. He was now extremely looking forward to those brainless paladins chasing him all the way, even if they wanted to kill him when they met...it didn't matter!
It doesn’t matter! As long as he can save the woman in his arms and his mother, it doesn’t matter!
"Hold on! General, hold on!"
He did not call her mother. In fact, when the two of them got along, Tyrion rarely called her this name. This was due to his mature soul, but the feelings in his heart were uncontrollable.
After saying goodbye to Alleria, his mood was no longer stable, and seeing his adoptive mother being seriously injured and dying made Tyrion unable to calm down anymore. He didn't even notice those suppressed emotions.
, had completely shaken his mind at this moment.
This is the beginning of the self-destruction of the undead...
"Tyrion...Tyrion, my son, is that you?"
While running and swaying, General Lilesa opened her eyes with difficulty. She saw the cold and thin face in front of her. Although the temperament on her face was completely different from Tyrion's before, she was sure that this was hers.
Son, the child who died.
"Well..."
The bumps during the run caused the Ranger General's wound to spill out more blood. This cry of pain made Tyrion stop running. He half-knelt on the ground and flattened the Ranger General's body. At this moment, Lilei
The shaman's face, which was covered in blood, managed to show a smile amidst the pain.
She stretched out her hand, her face was so pale that it made people feel distressed, and her fingers touched Tyrion's cheek. The coldness that only belonged to the dead made the Ranger General's eyes flash with a trace of sadness.
Not for his own dying fate, but for the misfortune his children have suffered.
"You don't deserve this...my child, fate is so cruel to you."
Lilesa Windrunner coughed a few times, and her voice became steady again from being intermittent. But behind this stability was that her life force was rapidly flowing away from her body. Gul'dan's attack had already
Having ended any hope of the Ranger General's survival, the vicious sorcerer was more hated by Tyrion than ever before.
"You won't die!"
Tyrion clenched his fists. He was half-kneeling in front of his adoptive mother. A stubborn light danced in his ice-blue eyes. He stretched out his hand and gently but firmly lifted General Lyresa's head.
He leaned down and kissed her neck. The next moment, his sharp teeth pierced her weakly beating blood vessels.
"I won't let you die! Even fate...don't want to take you away again!"
Tyrion's stubborn voice sounded in Lylitha's heart. He did not draw blood as crazily as before. On the contrary, he tried to inject his own blood into Lylitha's body.
This is not the madness that he has been struck by. The instinct given by the special existence of Sarain is very clear. Just like the vampires in the original world, the cold blood of Sarain's blood elf can be transformed, and his own blood can be transformed.
Purification is injected into the bodies of the living, turning them into creatures similar to Sarain.
But unlike vampires, this transformation is one-time. The transformed creature will become a being similar to a blood servant. If the willpower is not strong enough and cannot restrain the desire to suck blood like the real Sarain, it will be very difficult.
It is easy to turn into an irrational monster. The most important thing is that after the transformation is successful, the two cursed lives will be tightly bound together.
Tyrion has never used this ability, and he is worried that it will leave him with a weakness, but if it is used on Lyressa, he is completely acceptable.
"Enough! Enough!"
Feeling the fusion of the two bloods, General Lyressa struggled hard. She raised her hand and weakly hit Tyrion on the face, pushing him away. The Ranger General held his child's cheek with both hands, and she
There was a trace of sadness in her eyes. Although she didn't know the existence of Sarain, this evil way had already revealed Tyrion's identity.
"That's enough! Tyrion! Don't let you... don't let you become a real monster! This is not your destiny! This is not the destiny of my son!"
This kind of obstruction left Tyrion at a loss as to what to do, but the next moment, the light in his eyes became firm again. He shook his head, reached out to hold his adoptive mother's hands, and felt the warmth in his hands. He whispered:
"But I have already lost so much, and I can't lose more. I thought, I thought that designing to kill Gul'dan would free the Windrunner family from the nightmare of death, but I... I actually made it happen with my own hands,
I wanted to protect you, but I personally took your life. This is not what I want to do. Whether you are willing or not, I will..."
"Enough!"
The Ranger General's face turned dark, and she sighed with difficulty. She looked at Tyrion, and in the darkness, her eyes became extremely gentle.
"Being able to see you again before I die, I already want to thank fate for favoring me. Let me die quietly. My poor child, look at you. You still haven't grown up. You still don't understand. There are always things to say in life.
When we say goodbye...you can't be childish and want to keep everything with you, that would be a pain for us."
"Well..."
The death knight's fists clenched. He was unwilling to lose everything again, but Lyresa's request made him unable to refuse. The next moment, the Ranger General's increasingly cold fingers touched Tyrion's face, like a child.
It was the same as when they were talking, and her voice was still so gentle.
"I'm actually very happy, Tyrion. I'm actually very happy to see that you still have a place for me in your heart... You see, death has not taken away everything from you. As long as you still remember me, I will still be alive.
In your heart, in your time of need, when you raise your head, behind you...I am there and I will not leave."
Lieressa's general's breathing became more rapid, and unstoppable death had arrived.
"Don't let the darkness swallow you, my child, how kind you are. From the time you were young, I knew that my child was destined to have a great career. There is a secret hidden in your heart that only you know, but this
It doesn't matter, I know that death has not changed you, that's enough..."
"Don't let it change you, Tyrion, don't let it turn you into a monster!"
This dissuasion made Tyrion lower his head, and he put Lyresa's palm on his heart, but there was no beating heart there.
"But...but I am already a monster, mother."
The Ranger General shook her head with difficulty. She took a deep breath, propped herself up, hugged the death knight's cold body, and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Then do what you want to do, no one can restrain you anymore..."
Lyressa held Tyrion's hand with her left hand, and put her right hand on her chest with difficulty. Under Tyrion's extremely painful gaze, her eyes became hollow. She looked at the darkness in front of her, as if
To those memories that have passed in life.
"Terissa...Hawkes...I'm here, you see, Tyrion is by my side...He is a good boy..."
Her hand clenched Tyrion's fingers for the last time, so hard, as if she wanted to leave her mark on Tyrion's heart, while her beautiful eyes slowly closed in the darkness.
"My son, goodbye..."
This brief reunion, this eternal separation.
In the cold dark night of Quel'Thalas, the Death Knight half-knelt on the land full of falling maple leaves. After experiencing a death, he originally thought that nothing in this world could affect him. He originally thought that nothing in this world could affect him.
I think my heart and thoughts are cold enough and firm enough.
And now, this time, death was fully performed before his eyes, and all his preparations and pretense were defeated in an instant.
He was like a statue, half-kneeling in the dark night, with no sound or movement. It was as if everything had been taken away from the body, leaving only a cold body.
The red light in Luminas Yanghen's eyes, who had been standing not far away and watching all this, also started to waver at this moment. As a death knight, even as a bystander, she could completely understand Tyrion's heart at this time.
That unimaginable pain.
Tyrion used himself as an example to teach her the disastrous consequences of being a dead person and intersecting with the fate that was separated in the past.
Luminas stretched out her hand. There was a ring on her finger that was no longer bright. She stared at the ring that represented past memories. Finally, she stretched out her hand, took the ring off her finger, and looked at it in front of her eyes.
The night wind blew her red hair, and finally, after the red light in her eyes stabilized again, the ring, the symbol of love, was thrown into this dark land.
Since you want to forget... let's simply forget more thoroughly.
"Pa"
The young lady put her palm on Tyrion's shoulder. She looked at the corpse in front of her that had lost all life and activity, and she said softly:
"If you plan to recruit the general as a death knight, then you'd better do it quickly, you wretch... I suddenly don't hate you anymore, and I sympathize with you. You helped the tribe open the enchantment because you wanted them to
Lock them all in, and then let the elves catch them all. You actually want to help this country, right... What a pity, maybe you would have succeeded if you were just one step away."
"Don't guess what I'm thinking! Besides, am I that pitiful?"
Tyrion asked dryly: "Have we all fallen to the point where we need your sympathy?"
"If you were a living person, maybe you would be in tears right now..."
Luminas mocked and said: "It's just that dead people don't shed tears, and dead people don't feel sad. You have no tears anymore, you poor..."
Her voice stopped abruptly at this moment, and she saw Tyrion's face. Yes, dead people don't shed tears. They have lost the possibility of crying.
But at this moment, on Tyrion's face, two bright red tears of blood carved a lifeless and terrifying face on his face. At this moment, Luminas knew again... It turns out that the dead can also
Sadness, even the dead, also shed tears...
"Did I scare you? I'm really sorry. I just... just expressed my sadness. Do you understand?"
The death knight's voice was hoarse, as if he was not affected at all, but this calmness itself represented an abnormal state. At least in the depths of Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, there was a hint of dark red light.
The spot is shining brightly.
"Look...the shackles imposed on me in the past have been completely broken. I am truly free, Luminas...fate can no longer affect me."
Tyrion leaned down and left a cold kiss on General Lilesa's forehead. The death energy in his body flowed out from his fingertips at this moment, and spread all over General Lilesa's face in an extremely respectful manner.
The body finally made a coffin of ice for her.
She was frozen in the ice, and her face was so clear, as if she was sleeping and might wake up at any time.
Tyrion's fingers slid on the surface of the ice. He looked at the existence in front of him and said softly:
"No one can disturb you anymore, mother."
"Even when you were dying, you were full of love for this land... Then let this damn war end now. Your death was a big mistake on my part. This is what I can do for you.
One last thing.”
The next moment, a cold voice sounded in the hearts of every member of the sparse Dark Blade Knights, like a warrior who had grasped the sword again, or like an evil warrior who had finally embarked on the road of destiny.
Tyrion looked back at the burning forest behind him. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood and tears from his face, and said softly:
"Selent, throw the runes back... Blackhand, come on, come to me!"
"There is no need to suppress your anger, no need to retain your hatred... release them! Release everything! Let us... hack Gul'dan to death!"
