When Van Cleef left Nighttown, he was in a state of complete confusion.

Tyrion talked to him a lot, but he didn't remember much, the big man from the Wild West was in a state of disconnection when he learned that he would rule the entire Stormwind Kingdom in the future.

The King of the Blades didn't look like a joker, so Van Cleef's mind kept replaying the scene of his stay in Stormstormhold, the king's palace that he had built with his own hands with his workers, and he knew how majestic it was, but in his wildest fantasies, he never imagined that he would one day sit on that throne.

No, not the throne... There will be no king in the country of the future...

"What does a country without a king look like?"

Van Cleef rode on his horse, muttering to himself, struggling to imagine a scene that had never been seen before in human history, but one thing he was sure of.

That was the "gift" that Tyrion had given, and he couldn't refuse.

Van Cleef had the feeling that if he rejected the King of the Blades, what would happen to him... Very miserable.

When leaving the Twilight Forest and entering the Western Wilderness, looking at the dim night in front of him, feeling the cool wind blowing on his face in the wilderness that was completely different from the Twilight Forest, this made Van Cleef calm down, he had too much to do.

"We have to get a reliable leader to go to Red Ridge Mountain... Alex, yes, Alex can be trusted. ”

Van Cleef thought about the members under his command, he suddenly felt a little headache, only a few people with management experience, he and Alex and Hank, and there are so many areas to manage in the future, he can't appoint those rough men who only know how to chisel stones or fight as the mayor of a place, and when he really started to do big things, Van Cleef realized that he had so few talents at hand.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

The leader of the Brotherhood of Defia looked up at the not-so-quiet Wild West in the night, a little hesitation in his eyes, and after deciding to join Tyrion's "grandiose" plans, there were some things he had to think about, about the people he cherished.

Little Vanessa, his daughter, must find a safe hiding place for little Vanessa in the face of an uncertain future, and at the same time, ask Tyrion to tell him about it. The Dawnblade expresses its obedience.

Edwin. Van Cleef wasn't a power-hungry man, but after being forced to accept a terrible responsibility and mission, he was like a true veteran, thinking about how to accomplish it perfectly.

Tyrion needs someone who is highly motivated and thinks about how to accomplish tasks on his own.

On the other side, the disaster in Nighttown, Lakeside Town, and Fort Watch was finally told to the nobles of the kingdom by the king, because of the rebellion in the western wilderness, Stormwind, which was in a state of anxiety, quickly entered a state of panic, although the official information was still hidden from the civilians, but with the imminent conscription, the news could not be concealed for long.

The nobles of the kingdom at the center of the storm were terrified, and even the most stupid knew that an unimaginable catastrophe had occurred and was spreading in all directions at a breakneck speed.

Today, the very low-key Countess Catalina sat in her carriage, her arm wound was not healed, and she wore a long-sleeved black dress every time she appeared, and she was always accompanied by the Duke of Berval, and after her injury, the relationship between the two was almost completely clear.

But the countess has suffered some troubles today, some personal troubles.

"Ding"

The Earl's carriage stopped at the entrance of the "Pig and Whistle" inn in the Old Town, an old inn that was not as ornate as the gold-studded roses of the commercial district, and which was staffed by a wide range of people, but it was a perfect hiding place, where many of the kingdom's criminals appeared, and where the dark forces of the entire kingdom gathered.

The countess, escorted by two powerful guards, made her way up to the third floor of the inn, which had been taken yesterday by a wealthy nobleman, and the first thing the nobleman had done after moving in with a large number of servants was to send a letter to the Countess of Caterina's mansion.

That's why the Countess came here in a low-key manner today, an invitation she couldn't refuse.

"Aggressive"

The countess let her guards guard the entrance to the third floor, she reached out and knocked on the door, and after a few moments, a dark-haired maid in a long dress opened the door for her, the maid had a cold and beautiful face, but the snake eyes in her eyes revealed her identity.

The maid bowed respectfully to Countess Caterina, and she greeted softly:

"Long time no see, Your Highness Princess, may you be well."

"Get up, Maria."

Disgusted by this hypocritical greeting, Caterina raised her hand at will, and then, without looking at the maid, like a true nobleman, strolled into the room, where by the window, with its splendid white veil, a tall, emaciated, meticulous man with gray hair with his back to her.

Caterina looked at the man in front of her, a strange light flashed in her eyes, and she could feel that her arrogant and dangerous brother seemed to be a little... It's not quite the same anymore.

"Brother, I'm here."

Countess Caterina whispered, "You should stay in Blackstone Mountain and be your Earth Overlord instead of coming to Stormwind City so low-key, so I'm curious, why is all this?" ”

In human form, Nefarian didn't seem to hear his sister's question, and after a few seconds, he spoke.

The voice was dry, hoarse, low, hollow, filled with a tone that disgusted Caterina so much and would feel fear:

"I, I have come for the mission given by His Majesty."

"Your Majesty?"

Caterina savored the word, she felt a hint of ominousness, she subconsciously took a few steps back, but behind her, the undead black dragon in the form of a 4-headed human appeared silently, blocking her way out.

"My sister, Your Majesty has also brought you his greetings."

Nefarian turned around, and on his originally handsome face, there was a hideous scar cut through his right eye, and in his eyes, the yellow snake pupil had turned into a pale pupil, and in that pupil, there was still a trace of blood-colored halo, and his body no longer had the scorching volcano-like temperament it once had, replaced by a cold coldness, like an iceberg suspended above the sea.

Not weaker than before, but more dangerous than ever ... More eerie.

"That's your majesty! Not mine! ”

Countess Caterina's black eyes also turned into yellow snake eyes, and she yelled at her brother:

"I will not obey him! That damning, disgusting undead! I will not obey! I won't..."

"Bang"

The figure in front of Caterina suddenly disappeared at this moment, she felt the crisis, and just wanted to burst out the power of the black dragon to fight, but the eerie claws like ice were already buckled on her slender neck, and the coldness made the black dragon princess feel the trembling of her skin, her body was like being hit by a cannonball, and the whole person was forcibly pressed against the wall behind her.

With the Black Dragon Prince's power slightly leaking, a humanoid depression appeared in the wall, and Tyrion's frost dragon looked at his imprisoned sister, and there was not a trace of emotion in his pale eyes, and he whispered:

"You must be humble! Call him... Your Majesty! ”

"Ahem"

Onexia struggled with difficulty, but the strength of Nefarian, strengthened by death, was stronger than before, she looked at her brother who had become a stranger, a trace of pain and mockery flashed in her eyes, and she said with difficulty:

"When... When is the proud king of blackstone... became undead... Running dog! ”

"No, you don't understand, my sister."

"Bang"

Onexia was roughly thrown to the ground by Nefarian, and the black dragon prince moved his wrist and looked at Onexia calmly, and he said in a deep voice:

"This is the supreme gift, in the power and freedom bestowed by Your Majesty, in the shadows raised by Your Majesty, the black dragon will be freed from all the shackles of the past, and we will regain the sky, those who have pursued us, who have been hostile to us, who have vowed to destroy us... will be trampled under our feet! Sacrifice, sacrifice is the basis of victory, and our sacrifice will win the future for the black dragon! ”

"I... It's a martyr! ”

Nefarian took a few steps back and sat down in his chair, his fingers interlaced, looking at his sister:

"I sacrificed myself for your freedom... Get out of here, Onexia, and go wherever you want, Stormwind is about to be destroyed in the bitter cold of Death Frost, and you shouldn't have to go with it into history. ”

"You're here to tell me this?"

Honyxia rubbed her neck, on which there were already severe signs of frostbite, and she looked at her brother, and she asked:

"You don't want to kill me? Dedicate me to your new master? ”

"Let's go."

Nefarian closed his eyes like a sculpture, and he said like a dream:

"Before I change my mind, leave, and Mary and her compatriots who are still alive will leave with you, from today onwards... Onexia, you, you will be the Queen of the Black Dragon, dormant, waiting for us to tear the night for you, waiting for that dawn to come. ”

Onexia listened to her brother's words like madness in a daze, and she even forgot to get up, until the black dragon maid stepped forward and helped the new queen up, she came back to her senses, she looked at Nefarian, and she screamed:

"You're crazy! Didn't you always want to be the King of the Black Dragon? Why give up? And why did you give me this mission? ”

"Because life is hope, Your Majesty."

Maria, the maid of the black dragon, dragged Onexia to the door of the room, and she whispered:

"His Highness Nefarian has made a decision, they have made a sacrifice... They sacrificed themselves for tomorrow for us, Your Majesty, you should be mature, your brother never wanted to hurt you, he loves you more than anyone else, and is willing to give everything for you and your race... Of course, this sacrifice was not voluntary... But it's already happening. ”

"We're just... Accept. ”

"Bang"

Behind Countess Caterina, the door closed quietly, and in front of her, more than 30 black-haired and black-eyed humanoid black dragons dressed in servants' clothes, carrying their own salutes, these men and women and children all wore the coat of arms of the Presto family on their chests, and their faces still had fear and resentment, but their presence here meant that they had accepted their future.

"Our people... That's it, that's all there is left? ”

Caterina looked back at the maid Maria, who nodded sadly, "Those who are still alive are all that is left." ”

Looking at the obedient clansmen in front of her, Caterina felt a trace of dizziness, her brother was not just talking, he was playing really, and the black dragon princess also got the throne of the queen she had been looking forward to, but at this moment, she did not have even a trace of excitement and joy, she looked back at the closed door behind her, she only felt... Look blank.

"What's his plan?"

Countess Caterina asked, "What are they going to do with Stormwind?" ”

The black dragon maid pursed her lips, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she whispered:

"Total destruction... That's all. ”

"Ahh

The countess rubbed her forehead with a headache, and she waved her hand to the new maid behind her with difficulty:

"Send these people to my mansion, give them food and a place to rest, and Parina will help you, and then invite Duke Berval to Stormwind Fortress, and the Chaldean bishop... Fast! ”

Katerina. Countess Presto had never seen the survival of the Stormwind Kingdom as her duty, but now, in the face of the menacing undead and her brother's subtle warnings, the Countess realized that there was no better place for the remaining black dragons to remain in hiding than the Stormwind Kingdom.

What she is about to try is not to inspire the country to fight against each other, but to use her own strength to save the kingdom system, at least to keep most of the people alive to keep the kingdom and her nest intact.

Lo and behold, at the moment when the real cold darkness raises the banner of battle, the original good and evil have to join forces to protect themselves... It's ironic that weakness is so. 2k reading web