Chapter 1060 To the whimper and roar in the dark night
The scheduled time is approaching minute by minute, and the alliance army's advance, like the irresistible raging wave, has completed the final preparation before the attack.
Anduin Lothar stood on the top of Modretha Fortress, letting the cold wind blow through his body, making the cloak behind him rustle.
The world is frozen, his body is cold, but his soul is hot.
He opened the spiritual network connecting all the death knights in the entire Knights of the Ebon Blade, and his rich male voice rang in the ears of thousands of death knights.
"All the knights of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, first of all, congratulations to everyone, our mission has been completed."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a low commotion in his mental circuit, and then it became quiet again.
"As a person who has been fortunate enough to work with the Alliance, no, the greatest strategist and tactician in the history of mankind in Azeroth - Duke Macdonald Stratholme. I can tell you responsibly that at this point,
In one step, regardless of whether we really resist the Lich King or not, the Grand Duke has definitely calculated all the reactions and back-up plans of the Scourge, and the fall of Icecrown has become inevitable."
"good!"
"Oh oh oh -"
More than a hundred excited voices rose in the circuit, and soon the death knights calmed down again.
Lothar spoke again: "Our mission of cooperating with the alliance has been completed, but is this enough?"
"not enough!"
"Absolutely not enough!"
"Where's our revenge!?"
Lothar's eyes seemed to transcend the limitations of time and space, scanning the cheeks of every death knight on this ice sheet. The death knights became silent again. They knew that what followed would be a monologue from their leader, and also from the Knights of the Ebon Blade.
The first and most likely the last announcement.
"Brothers of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, you were all brave people during your lifetime."
"There is no need to hide the wounds on your bodies and the blood on your swords!"
"We were indeed killed, and then we raised our swords and slaughtered countless people who we cherished in the past, present and future."
"The Lich King said... We have sinned so much that we deserve to fall!"
"The Lich King said... We cannot tolerate the living, and can only perish in the kingdom of death."
"The Lich King said... to get rid of our unruliness is like wiping away dirt.
"But what's the price!?"
"The price for climbing up the stairs is to lower your head!"
"I lower my head, but what I remember is the past!"
"I remember that I wore intact clothes, I remember that I had a beautiful cloak, I remember that I did not kneel, I remember that I faced despair, I remember! Not only me, we all remember!"
When they said this, thousands of death knights suddenly became energetic, and for the first time, there was a strange look in their green eyes. They all raised their heads and looked at the top of Modressa from afar.
's leader.
The heart in his chest that should not be beating seemed to be beating violently again.
"Why can the Lich King, who took away everything we cherish, control our destiny!?"
"Why should I thank the Lich King for his gift while wearing ragged clothes and a cloak!?"
"Why can't I even cry happily after I die!?"
"Why? Why -"
Lothar's words echoed like a bell in the soul of every death knight, shocking everyone's heart.
The dead have no tears!
But the soul can cry!
At some point, drops of green, translucent, half-empty, half-real tears of the soul began to swirl around the dry eye sockets.
"Who says you can't do anything after you die?"
"Who said that after being bound to the soul, you can't even achieve the humblest revenge?"
"Who said that only those who stand in the holy light are heroes?"
"Can't we do it now?"
"But, is it enough to introduce the alliance army? Are you satisfied?"
The soul echoes in exchange for the shocking roars of thousands of elite death knights in reality!
"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!"
The momentum is like a rainbow, overwhelming!
The unusual behavior of the death knights made other undead people suspicious.
Lothar's roar echoed in all directions: "Then what are we going to do?"
The death knights roared out the declaration they had agreed upon earlier: "Use the fury of vengeance - grant eternal destruction to the Lich King!"
As soon as he said this, all the other undead people around him were frightened.
Such surging mental power even made the natural disaster bosses in Icecrown Glacier feel it.
Terenas' eyebrows seemed to be knitted together in pain. He subconsciously wanted to wake up, but the spiritual power of the ancient evil god lurking in his spiritual sea immediately took advantage of the situation and bit him hard.
He seemed to have entered an eternal nightmare, constantly screaming in a low voice, and even trembling slightly, unable to wake up.
At the same time, after hearing the extremely loud spiritual voice coming from Modressa, all the alliance leaders were shocked. Varian, who was already in place, had a sore nose and wanted to cry on the spot.
In the headquarters, McDonald received a glass filled with champagne from the maid Calpurnia.
Facing the snow-capped Icecap Glacier, he raised his hand in the distance and for some reason, said a very philosophical word——
"To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night!"
Whimper?
Roar?
Yes! All yes!
The living will only spurn those souls who succumbed to [Frostmourne] from their own perspective, out of fear or anger, but who has thought about their suffering and pain!
The tearing feeling caused by Lothar's sobs during her declaration seemed to tear their hearts together at that moment.
Perhaps in anticipation of victory, or in mourning for these compatriots who had passed away and had to commit suicide, the leaders in the military meeting hall raised their glasses one by one and said in unison:
"To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night!"
In the next second, countless glasses were thrown to the ground.
In the next second, countless artillery shells turned into a world-destroying torrential rain, pouring onto Icecrown Glacier, an ice and snow plateau full of curses and evil.
At the same time, the figure of the black armor turned into a wave of revenge and a torrent of destruction, pouring out from various natural disaster fortresses.
They were galloping on the cliffs, galloping around the city, galloping in every incredible place, destroying the natural disaster soldiers one by one.
In a daze...
It was like going back to the past when he was a knight's apprentice in his childhood, wielding wooden weapons with all his strength at the hay men.
That was the hardest past, but also the sweetest past!
Time passes!
Their swords no longer carry glory! No longer bring joy and future!
However, even if this sword of revenge that is destined to have no future can only represent themselves, they still have to use it to send out——
