No one has an opinion, or rather, no bug has an opinion.
The Supreme Korvan himself has such a high reputation among the mantids and champions that his every word will be obeyed. If it were not for the fact that the mantids do not have the tradition of male insect kings, as long as Korfan is willing, it
Becoming the Mantid's new Worm King almost immediately.
And when the Supreme Being was dying, there was no objection to his last order.
Accompanied by the chirping of insects, the other 10 heroes, whether they were intact or those on the verge of death, lowered their heads before Korfan and Kil'ruk, representing their obedience.
But the Wind Reaver himself was somewhat unable to accept this order. He looked at the sharp amber one-handed ax in his hand and said softly:
"But I...I am too young, I may not be able to do it..."
"No, no..."
The Supreme One seemed to have finished the last thing. The insect with a tattered body leaned against the cold wall behind it. Like a dying person, it said in the deepest voice:
"You are very suitable... I, the last believer of the ancient lord, will die here, and you, Kil'ruk, who brought the new faith, will definitely become a legend in the new era..."
"The era of domination has come to an end."
After saying this, the Supreme One put the insect claw on his chest with difficulty, and made a warrior's courtesy to Kil'ruk in front of him. He used his last strength to shout in a sharp voice:
"Klaxxi Champion! Keep fighting!"
"Bang"
With the deep reverberation of the voice, the insect claw of Supreme Korvan fell to the ground, representing the death of the last Y'shaarj believer and the complete end of an era.
Kil'ruk, who was half-kneeling in front of the Supreme Being, seemed unable to accept all this. He stretched out his claws and wanted to touch Korfan's body, but the next moment, he was stopped by another voice coming from the darkness.
"Don't touch it."
This sound caused all the mantid heroes who were still fighting to turn around and grab their weapons, while Kil'ruk clenched the scarlet crescent ax in one hand and his own dagger in the other. He looked at the man in front of him.
The man slowly walked out of the darkness. He was a tall human being, wearing gray armor, a black cape, and a full-face helmet.
On the front of the armor, there was a sign of a black cross. He was carrying an epee with runes engraved on his back. The epee had a strange shape, like a heavy black cross, and on the helmet
The faint blue light shining underneath represents his identity. He is a dead spirit, and judging from his aura, he is still the most powerful one.
This man ignored the vigilance of the heroes. He stood in front of Kilruk and said to him in an indifferent tone:
"The moment death comes, Korvan, the former Supreme One, it no longer belongs to you."
"Who are you!"
Wind Reaver... Well, the new Supreme Lord Kil'ruk asked in a deep voice using the common language he just learned:
"What are you doing here?"
"My name is Bolvar, Bolvar Fordragon, and I am an envoy, here to recruit a real dead king to join an organization that is unknown to you, but is extremely important to the entire world.
"
Bolvar Fordragon, the former regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind, whispered:
"Lying behind you is a soul that is not understood by mortals, but is very consistent with the meaning of our organization's existence. Its dedication to its own race and its understanding of war and sacrifice have been recognized by all members, so
, we sent a summons to Lord Korfan..."
"It must answer the call, as always."
"We won't let you take it away!"
The Poisonous Mind flipped its wrist, and two slender green ambers like scalpels were clasped in its insect limbs. It stared at the undead in front of it, and said in a sharp voice:
"Dead people cannot be trusted! You are just a bunch of bastards hiding in the dark!"
"Shh!"
Bolvar Fordragon was not angry because of this provocation. On the contrary, he raised his steel-gauntleted fingers and put them to his mouth. He said:
"Be careful what you say, bug. Personally, I don't care about these provocations, but you should know that there is another "big man" who belongs to the undead, and as for your obstruction and rejection... in my opinion, it doesn't matter.
significance."
The moment Bolvar finished speaking, several phantoms appeared in the darkness beside him. Those phantoms had different shapes. There were several humans like Bolvar, two fully armed dwarves, and one
Werewolves in robes, orcs, high elves with staffs, and finally a night elf in a cloak.
What's even more terrifying is that each of these phantoms has a heavy aura comparable to Bolvar's.
"Get out of the way! Supreme Lord Kil'ruk, you are preventing a great fate from befalling your most respected creature."
Bolvar took a step forward, looked at the mantid in front of him, and said softly:
"The fate that belongs to Lord Korfan has not yet ended here. You cannot see the future it will have, so please do not try to extinguish this future... There must be something left behind after death, and today, we must take away
A mantid!"
"Or...will you be willing to take on this heavy mission in place of Lord Korfan?"
"I..."
The Supreme Lord Kil'ruk wanted to answer, but was held by the wrist by the Clear One, the wisest guy among the heroes, who was struggling to hold himself up next to him.
"Don't be impulsive! Lord Korfan will not want to see this scene."
Under the persuasion of Ijokuk, Kil'ruk finally gave way without saying a word, and under the gaze of other heroes, Bolvar stood in front of the deceased former Supreme Korfan.
Say hello:
"Then...Your Excellency Korfan Klaxxi"
"Welcome to...the Forgotten Kings!"
A few minutes later, watching the strange human undead return to the shadows carrying the sarcophagus with Korfan's body, Kilruk looked at the scarlet crescent ax in his hand with some confusion. It passed from Lord Korfan's hand.
It has taken over the responsibility of leading the heroes forward, but now it doesn't know what to do.
Until it turned back and looked at the 10 heroes gathered behind it. These are the most elite heroes and warriors that the Mantid has accumulated over the past ten thousand years. They may not be just, they may be cruel, but they
They are heroes who can represent the Mantid civilization... none of them can be missing!
Supreme Kil'ruk took a deep breath, reached out and took off the black amber goggles on his face, threw it aside, then placed the crescent ax on the weapon buckle on his belt, and pointed it not far away
The portal shone with green light, and then issued his first order as the Supreme Being.
"Now, heroes!"
"In the name of the Supreme, I command you..."
"Follow me..."
"go home!"
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Just as the mantid heroes left the dark, cold and deep dungeon of Ulduar, in another section of the Northrend continent far away from the Storm Peaks, in a mountain ancient on the coast of Dragonblight, in a mysterious place called
In the hall of the dark castle of the "Fortress of the Order", another welcoming ceremony was also going on.
The Death Knights of the Order who had just finished their mission in Ulduar gathered here, as well as some like-minded living people who were willing to join them. They seemed to be watching a sacred ceremony. In front of them, between the two
In front of an elaborate wooden coffin, the Grand Knight of Dathrohan and Lord Kurtaz each held a soul crystal and placed them on the coffin.
The Order has completed their contract with the Death Lord Tyrion Dawnblade. They have completely eliminated the last remnants of the Twilight Hammer. Cho'gall and the last group of Twilight Hammer's elite cultists have completely died.
After Ulduar, the entire Twilight's Hammer has ceased to exist in name only. Maybe in some dark corner of the world, there will be people who continue to cheat under the banner of Twilight's Hammer, but that doesn't matter!
The Order allowed those lunatics to continue doing evil as long as they could withstand the judgment of the Order inquisitors who would follow...
The long hunt is finally over...
In the past few years, the entire Order Chapter has traveled to almost every inch of Azeroth. They inherited a concept that Tyrion and the Dark Blade Legion thought was very naive, but they used it to
Their actual actions fulfilled their ideals. They used their actual actions to show that it is not only cruel war and planning that can make the world a better place. There is also a model of coordinated coexistence between death and life.
And Tyrion also saw that these naive guys finally became qualified members of Azeroth's neutral organizations through constant sacrifice and self-growth. The past betrayal has been forgotten, at least in the eyes of the great lord.
These death knights who rebelled against the Dark Blade may not be worthless.
Then... let them continue to exist, and add more fun to this boring and boring world, but the door to the death world will never be opened to them again... They are forever protected by their creator.
Exiled.
But at least from the point of view of the Order itself, they are free and finally no longer need to live in the shadow of Tyrion and the Blade of Dawn. They already have their own free future, and even inherited it from Tyrion.
Returning my brother...is there anything better than this?
there is none left!
"Jor-El!"
The Great Knight of Dathrohan touched the black soul stone on the coffin in front of him with a deep voice, and said softly:
"It was you who brought us another kind of thinking under the absolute order of the Dark Blade. It was you who found a truly feasible path for us who were at a loss. It was you who sacrificed for our existence at the very beginning.
...You are someone who should be respected and remembered by all the fellow travelers on the road to order."
"But we will not forget everything you have done for us, and we will give everything for you. Today, you finally come home. My brother who traveled far away from the border of death... wake up!"
"Buzz"
The injection of the power of death caused the soul stone in front of him to emit a low hum. Amid the halo of darkness, a strand of sleeping soul was pulled out of the soul stone. It was a standard dark blade death knight.
He looked like a man, wearing the original Dark Blade military uniform. Under his short black hair, he had a weather-beaten face.
This is Jor-El, a human knight who has experienced many, many things, a brave man who dared to resist Tyrion, who was still calling himself the "King of the Dark Blade" when the Dark Blade was at its peak.
The change in behavior since Whispering Port was all due to Jor-El, but this knight was indeed one of the important factors that prompted Tyrion and the entire Dark Blade Legion to make changes.
So it can be said that Jor Al was the one who saved half of Azeroth in the first place. Although he was probably a pawn used by the former Archlich Khadgar, this does not prevent Jor Al from doing so.
Make your choice your own way.
He is no more humble than his soul mentor Khadgar.
Next to the soul of Knight Jor-El, Lord Kurtaz also released the soul in another soul stone. It was the soul of a high elf with a slender body and a handsome face. Compared with Jor-El's soul,
Even though he was calm, his soul seemed a little painful.
His name is Alex Aznab Flameblade. He is a weird paladin and a person who has committed betrayal. Some of the things he has done are not honorable, especially Zeng and the high elf archmage.
Darkan conspired against the Blood Mother, which was not what a righteous person should do, but Aznab also made his own decision at the last moment.
He and Jor-El used their own sacrifices to hold back Tyrion and the Blade of Dawn in the night of Whispering Harbor. Without their self-sacrifice, the Order Chapter, which had already committed betrayal at that time, would not have been able to do so.
He may have survived the pursuit of the furious Tyrion, and Aznab himself is one of the warriors who dared to challenge Tyrion. Putting aside his style of conduct, his courage is definitely worthy of praise.
The flesh and blood of both men had been completely destroyed by Tyrion in the war at Whispering Port, but fortunately the Order itself was also an organization that used necromancy. From years of war, they had learned from those who had fulfilled their wishes.
, two bodies were selected from the knights who voluntarily fell into eternal silence, and under the catalysis of magic, they served as the carriers of Jor-El and Aznab's resurrection.
"Wake up, brothers!"
Under the low call of the dwarf lord, under the control of the death mages beside the coffin, among the black energy floating like mist, the two souls slowly returned to the body, dotted with some
In the coffin with the inscription, their fingers began to beat slightly, and the expressions on their faces began to change, as if a sleeping person was about to wake up.
"ah"
Jor Al suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had experienced a long dream. He was a little dazed and moved his neck with some difficulty. This body that did not belong to him had not yet completely integrated with his soul.
His actions looked a little funny, but the next moment, the fighting instinct of an outstanding death knight made him sit up quickly from the coffin.
He looked at the undead that were watching him around him. Most of them were things he had never seen before, but some of them were familiar to him. They were the 800 dead who originally left the Dark Blade Legion with him.
Some of the knights.
He would never forget their faces and their firm eyes, and in these strange times a few years later, he once again saw the light in his companions' eyes...just like when they escaped from the Dark Blade.
They have never regretted it...and isn't this the scene he has looked forward to countless times during his long sleep?
"I..."
Jor-El actually walked out of the coffin with the support of Dathrohan. He looked at the others and then at the brothers who were waving towards him. He said in a hoarse voice:
