Chapter 439: The demise of the Liwei Silver Northern Expedition
"Stranger, do you mean to give up the Undercity?"
A murderous and murderous light flashed through Sylvanas's beautiful and deep pupils.
The poor troll did not notice the murderous intention of the Dark Queen and continued to talk:
"Your Majesty, when the Alliance and the Horde each take charge of a continent, Azeroth will be in a delicate state of balance. At that time, we can..."
"Stranger, you asked me to abandon the Undercity. Did that old guy from Greymane instigate you?" Sylvanas interrupted him coldly and mocked: "Do you think you can deceive me like this?
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The troll was horrified. He had heard the murderous intention in the queen's tone.
But he had no choice. He knew that his resourcefulness was limited. He could only know the future development of the situation. This was his only advantage. He hurriedly said:
"Your Highness the Queen, you misunderstood. This is just a temporary measure. The purpose of abandoning the Undercity is to achieve greater victory."
"I don't want to hear your lies. I just want to hear the truth. Who ordered you to come, Antonidas."
A sharp ice pick pierced the back of the troll's head. Antonidas's magic skills and superb killing skills ensured that not a drop of blood would flow out.
Today, Sylvanas is very mystical. For example, she no longer eats fresh, bloody tauren. She likes cooked food, such as fat beef hot pot.
Antonidas grabbed the troll's body and walked outside, returning not long after.
Sylvanas was very surprised that it shouldn't be so fast to refine a corpse into an undead, not to mention that Antonidas was not good at dark magic.
"I'm sorry, Her Majesty the Queen, I can't find his soul!" Antonidas looked surprised.
Sylvanas hesitated for a moment, sensing something was wrong, but she didn't think much about it, thinking it was just an accident.
"Let's start taking action. I understand the high elves. Only by giving them kindness and power can we make them surrender forever."
There was a rumble, the ground was shaking, the Holy Light's Hope Chapel was shaking, and a giant beast slowly walked over.
Abyss Lord Mannoroth came to the door of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. He knew that this was the most sacred temple of the Paladins. The Holy Light Secret Palace was under the chapel, and countless corpses of the Paladins slept in the tombs under the chapel.
Under the gaze of countless heroic spirits, Mannoroth showed an evil and proud smile, followed by Tirion Fordring who had a flattering look on his face, nodded and bowed.
"Fording, we will rescue you from the time loop in Karazhan, as you promised us."
Tirion Fordring, the leader of the Silver Crusade and the master of the Ashbringer, respectfully saluted the Lord of the Abyss: "Great Lord of the Abyss, for the sake of Azeroth, the Silver Crusade is willing to serve the Queen of Darkness."
Mannoroth made a rumbling sound, harsh and evil:
"Fording, the allegiance of the Silver Crusade is no longer enough. There are countless corpses buried under this Holy Light's Hope Chapel. I heard that they are all despicable villains who fought against the Scourge Legion, traitors of mankind. In order to prevent being witched
The Demon King used them to bury them here. Now, I want them to serve the Dark Queen. Are you willing to get this great honor?"
Tirion Fording rolled his eyes, feeling that he could get more benefits, and immediately shook his head and said: "No, we have already negotiated, let these dead souls rest in peace, Holy Light is above, I will not betray them
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"Hehehe!"
Mannoroth looked down at Old Fording from a high position. He knew exactly what this human being was thinking, and there was temptation in his voice:
"Fording, according to human lifespan, you are already old. Human life is short and sad. Even if you have the power of holy light, you are destined to not live forever. Look at Antonidas, he has received the gift of the Queen of Darkness.
, when your bones rot, he can still live healthily.
"Fording, the Dark Queen is very optimistic about you. Are you willing to become the Dark Queen's right-hand man? You are the master of the Ashbringer. Believe me, the Dark Queen is willing to grant you the same glory as Antonidas."
This is exactly what Tirion Fordring hoped for. He tried his best to endure the ecstasy in his heart, but Fording still looked embarrassed:
"I will always remember the glory of the Dark Queen in my heart. She will definitely save Azeroth. I really want to let these heroic souls rest in peace, but for the sake of Azeroth, I am willing to help the Dark Queen gain their loyalty."
"Very good, Fording." Mannoroth nodded with satisfaction: "The Queen of Darkness has heard your loyalty. You will definitely get what you want. I swear, let's get started."
At this moment, Lor'themar and his two friends, Ranger General Halduron and Chief Archmage Rommath, were hiding aside, using binoculars to observe the Light's Hope Chapel.
"It's Mannoroth and the traitor Tirion Fordring. What are they going to do?" Lor'themar looked strange.
I saw Antonidas walking out of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel and opening a portal. A few necromancers and a large group of undead apothecaries walked out of the portal and gathered together, seemingly preparing some magic ritual.
Lor'themar's heart trembled, there was an ambush, Sylvanas had indeed bad intentions.
The undead apothecary carries a plague sprayer filled with green liquid. The apothecaries in the Undercity are much crazier than the Scourge. The Lich King's plague research mainly targets the dead, while Sylvanas targets the living.
Antonidas commanded the necromancers to work with him to summon a huge portal.
A large group of soldiers from the Silver Northern Expedition walked out of the portal, their young faces weathered and bewildered. Immediately, countless tentacles stretched out from the ground and entangled their bodies, making them unable to move.
The undead apothecaries began to spray the plague, and the soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition shed their flesh and blood, revealing their white bones and howling in pain. Fording watched all this coldly.
"For Azeroth, this is a worthy sacrifice." He shouted loudly, feeling righteous.
Lor'themar and his two friends were all stunned by the sight. Sylvanas was so cruel that she turned living people into forgotten people. Of course, Fording's betrayal had been expected, and there was no such thing.
Any surprises.
The Silver Crusade came out of the portal one after another, and Sylvanas soon harvested an army of undead loyal to her. The exposed bones, mutilated flesh and blood, the terrifying red light in the eye sockets, and the unwilling roar
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As the last soldier walked out of the portal, the Silver Crusade finally became history.
"Then, Fording, you should hand over the enchantment key of Holy Light's Hope Chapel." Mannolos stared at old Fording.
The tombs under the Holy Light's Hope Chapel are protected by the Holy Light Barrier given by the Naaru, and even the Lich King Arthas is helpless.
Fording smiled slightly and handed over the Ashbringer.
Mannoroth asked in surprise: "As long as there is an Ashbringer?"
Fording nodded: "Yes, the Ashbringer can open the enchantment of the catacombs."
Mannolos chuckled: "If I had known it was so simple, why waste all my efforts? Before you get the Queen's gift, I think you really want to see an old friend."
"Old friend?"
Fording was wondering when he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.
A sharp dagger pierced Fording's chest, and an orc with a ferocious face walked out from behind Fording. Time has left deep marks on the orc's body, his beard and hair are a little gray, and there are things on his face.
Lots of wrinkles.
"Race does not represent honor, Fording, I have long wanted to taste your meat. I am a noble orc, and it is your honor to be eaten by me, for the sake of Azeroth."
"Etrigg."
Tirion Fordring's heart trembled. (To be continued)