"Huh"

A silver blade rested for less than a second in the heart of a prisoner with a frightened face and blood-red eyes glowing with blood, but its sharp blade had already sliced through his heart in the gaps.

"Bang"

With little pain, the glint in the prisoner's eyes began to dissipate, and he collapsed limply on the cold floor, while behind him, the body of the "man-made" Salein, who had been erased from the ritual and imprisoned in place by magic, began to tremble violently, and under the gaze of the crowd, when the three blood servants were killed in quick succession in a short time, Nasalay weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Eventually, he was sent by the Morning Seeker's sword, losing the protection of his dark form, and in a few breaths, the Sarein turned into black ashes and dissipated into the room.

For his first work to be wasted like this, Darkan, who was watching from the sidelines, did not feel much pity and loss, on the contrary, he was looking at the faces of everyone with interest.

After verifying the life-and-death link between Selein and the Blood Servant with his own hands, the sword-wielding Salorian. Without saying a word, the Morning Seeker tossed the sword aside in his hand, then nodded slowly to Darkan.

This means that this high-ranking royal guard officer is also on his side.

At this moment, a bright prospect unfolded in front of everyone's eyes, if Aurelia is really a blood servant transformed by Tyrion himself, as Darkan said, then capturing the Blood Mistress means that the war between Tyrion, who is so powerful that the entire civilized world trembles, and his own hands will really be completely ended because of a plan by the people of Quel'Thalas.

This kind of weapon that goes straight into the heart of the enemy, and is incomparably sharp, is what everyone who faces war desperately wants, even if the way to get it is not very "glorious".

"No wonder you were able to convince the Sun King..."

Lotherma. Theron looked at the black ashes floating in front of him, he let out a long sigh, at this moment, the Ranger Lord was already very clear about the trend of things, and nothing could stop the members of the two factions present from advancing this capture plan, because it was really a good deal, it could be called a million profits, and what to pay might just be the hurt feelings of the members of the Windranger family.

Lady Lannather, who was standing beside Lotherma, frowned, and looked at the calm Darkan curiously, and asked softly:

"If Aurelia is indeed Tyrion's Blood Servant, then this should be considered the biggest secret within the Darkblade Legion, I'm curious, where did you know about it? And why can you confirm it with such certainty? And at the expense of everything on your own? Do you have eyes inside the Dark Blade? ”

Darkan's eyes blinked at this question, but only a moment later, he decisively changed the subject:

"It's midnight, and now that we've cleared up our internal conflicts, it's time for this adventure... Mr. Morning Seeker, Mr. Lotherma, when the time comes, please ask the two melee to contain the Blood Lord, and the Spellbreakers supported by His Majesty have already set up a defensive line around the manor to block any possible reinforcements from the Blood Lord's side. ”

"And we, we will guide a large inner and outer double ring of spatial bondage array, between the strange posture of Salein switching back and forth between the physical and the unreal, this binding circle may take shape, it may take ... It's going to be a bit long, but I'm sure the Holy Sword Quildra won't be defeated by any evil force..."

"Of course!"

Warriors of Quel'Salas, Salorian. The Morning Seeker's left hand grasped the silver hilt behind his back, feeling the light fluctuations of the Ancient Holy Sword, and he whispered:

"The Elder Dragon's Blade, this is a symbol of Quel'Salas's invincibility."

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Walk between the Windranger Manor in the middle of the night, Darkan. With the calmness and carefulness of a ** division, Drahir checked every mana imprint line under his feet, on the night when this big event was about to happen, the forest around the entire Windranger Manor was quiet enough, I hope this quiet would not interfere with Aurelia's thoughts...

Let's hope the Blood Mistress won't notice anything out of the ordinary.

"What are you worried about?"

A shadow that appeared quietly hovered in front of Darkan's eyes, its black horns and bat wings on its back indicated its identity, this was a Dreadlord of the Lord, a Nasrezm, but it was not any of the Nasreizm who was sent to the Eastern Continent on a mission, judging by the color of the armor on his body, this guy should be... Tik Dios!

The First Lord of Nasrezm was supposed to be in Northrend, monitoring the development of the undead and loyal to the fraudsters, but his visions appeared before Darkan's eyes...

This fully proves that while the Nasrezm were bewitched by Casanatier to betray Tikdios, Tikdios also betrayed his compatriots, this cunning fellow, who was also secretly plotting something that only he knew.

"Nothing."

Darkan was not afraid or surprised by this shadow, the two of them seemed to have a strange tacit understanding, it should not be the first time they had met.

"You guys seem to be doing something important..."

The First Lord of Nasrezm grabbed his chin and laughed slyly:

"Do you need my help?"

"Nope! It's better to have no demons involved in this matter! ”

Darkan rejected the Dreadlord's "suggestion", it was obvious that he didn't want Tikdios to interfere, and the Dreadlord didn't care what the High Elves were doing, and it was a difficult task to project illusions through the powerful Bantirenor defense line in Quel'Thalas, so Tikdios would make a long story short.

"Darkan, your offer to meet your master has been approved, and soon, the mighty fraudster will give you a chance to meet him, and you'd better seize it, because whatever you want, the fraudster will give you generously, provided that you can give him enough "tribute", you know what I'm talking about, right? ”

"Sunwell... Of course I know. ”

The old elf ** master narrowed his eyes and glanced in the direction of the Northern Sun Well, and he whispered:

"An imitation of the Ancient Well of Eternity, I will follow your agreement and offer the Well of the Sun to the fraudsters, but I will also see my share... Don't forget what you promised me, Tikdios, you don't have that bad memory, right? ”

"I can't give you what you want, friend."

The Dreadlord First Lord let out a treacherous laugh, and after a moment, its illusion slowly faded:

"But soon, soon you'll get what you want... The stupidest expectation of mortals, immortal life, a cage of ignorance, but I am still very happy for you, at the moment when disaster is coming, you finally chose the right side. ”

Seeing the arrogant demon disappear, Darkan frowned and threw out two detection magics, and after confirming that the demon had really disappeared, the old ** master moved his wrist, and he whispered:

"Gifts? Bah... Who is rare? ”

"Why can't I, while living forever, be the savior of this world, and the only monarch on high? What a stupid word of persuasion..."

"Only a stupid kid like Lilas would honestly make a choice..."

Darkan stretched out his hand, and five fingers curled up one by one, as if grasping the whole world, and a bright light flashed in his eyes:

"The Sun King, the demons, the undead, the Well of Eternity, this world... Why can't I have all of them? ”

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"Uh"

An inaudible sigh sounded in the dense forest of Quel'Thalas, and Aurelia's figure was like a blood-colored phantom suspended on the ground, in a way that mortals could not imagine, strangely, and quickly rushed forward, and the suppression of the magic power of the Banti Renore enchantment throughout Quel'Thalas, like a pair of big hands that rigidly suppressed the energy circulation in her body, imprisoned Sarein's figure change, making her speed even slower.

But compared to the suppression of other magical creatures, Sarein's actions in this enchantment are definitely fast, after all, blood elves do not rely on magic to survive.

It is true that when the first king Darth Rema decided to establish a rune defense enchantment, he did not expect that after a thousand years, there would be a strange creature like Sarein, but the wisdom of the first kings cannot be blasphemed, they thought about almost all possibilities, and after repeated designs, Quel'Salas's rune enchantment was set to be the most primitive, but also the most effective way to suppress it.

That is to gather the magic nodes under the entire continent, so that this huge magic power, with thousands of rune stones as nodes, is evenly distributed in the entire enchantment, in the area covered by each rune stone, it maintains a very strong and strong magic power, but this primitive magic power cannot be used, and the caster who is not recognized by the enchantment can only feel oppression and hindrance in the midst of these magic powers.

Sarein was not hindered by the casting of spells, because they did not rely on magic to cast spells, but the suppression of the body and energy by that magic was still there, like heavy chains on their hands and feet, which made the fast-moving Blood Mistress feel very uncomfortable.

And most importantly, Aurelia is well aware that she is taking a risk, and that she should not be doing such a risk.

She knew very well what would happen to Tyrion if she fell into the hands of the enemy, but she had to do it, because blood was a bond that no one could escape, and she couldn't convince herself to forget her sister in this way, she had to see her safe and sound.

The feelings of the undead are so stubborn, and the worst thing is that as a undead, it is difficult for you to fight the feelings surging in your heart.

"It's coming."

Aurelia saw the Windranger Manor in the night from afar, the white and old tower in the moonlight and starlight, like a dark lighthouse, calling for the wanderer to return home, after a few years, the feelings of seeing her hometown again are complicated, Aurelia's figure appeared abruptly on a towering branch like a phantom, she stood on the branch, without a trace of shaking, like a weightless ghost.

Between the towering darkness, there was a hint of nostalgia in the eyes of the Blood Master.

"Shiva, Winlessa, Rilas, and... Mother..."

The Windranger's eldest daughter's long dark blonde hair fluttered in the air, and after a few seconds, her figure vanished in place like a frame-skipping image, floating silently in the darkness towards the Windranger Manor.

The endless darkness enveloped her, like a warm hand, protecting her without alarming anyone, and she entered the tower where her sisters had grown up together, and slowly ascended the ancient staircase, finally pushing open the wooden door of Sylvanas's room.

But at this moment, the figure of the Blood Master suddenly disappeared in place, and in the next second, a white blade of light that exuded endless power pierced out of nothingness, and it was only a little bit before piercing Aurelia's body.

"Wow"

The figure of the Blood Lady seemed to be free from the influence of gravity, slowly, quietly, and eerily floating on the ground at the bottom of the tower, her long dark golden hair fluttering in the air with the scarlet cloak behind her, she raised her head and looked at the tall figure wearing silver armor and holding a curved dragon claw long sword that appeared on the edge of the stairs, she shook her head and whispered:

"I'm stupid... will take the initiative to step into the trap..."

"Hold it back, Aurelia. Windranger, I am an old friend of General Liresa, and for her sake, I can use my reputation to promise that no one will hurt you in Quel'Thalas. ”

Step by step, the Morning Seekers stepped down the ancient stairs and descended from the tower, and the Lotherma with a war bow quietly appeared at the edge of the tower, as well as a group of indifferent elves wearing golden armor and holding long swords and heavy shields, their armor was ancient and gorgeous, the phoenix shield shone with an enchanted light, the special double-edged sword structure, and the unique phoenix helmet, all announced their identity.

The royal guard, Quel'Salas's most powerful magical power, an ancient warrior who guards the Well of the Sun all his life, and the natural enemy of all mages - the Spellbreaker!

"Loza Ryan. Morning seeker..."

Aurelia recognized the sword, her blood-red eyes blinked, and she whispered:

"I actually came here in person, it seems that I have a very high status in the Sun King's heart... And, Lotherma, my friend, have you finally made the decision to stand across from me and Tyrion? ”

"I'm sorry, Aurelia."

Lotherma pulled the red warbow in her hand, and the sharp guiding arrow was placed on the bowstring, and the silent and calm Ranger Lord whispered:

"But this is not a personal contradiction ..."

The atmosphere in the tower froze for a moment, until a dozen seconds later, Aurelia reached out from under her cloak and placed a unique, ruby-like pair of steel fists on her fingers, and as her fingers shook, a blood-colored heavy moon blade that only the Night Elves would use jumped into her palm.

She swung the moonblade a few times at random, and in the whistling sound of the wind, Aurelia set her eyes on the Morning Seeker with the magical sword in hand.

"I only have one last question before I start... Was Sylvanas involved in the ambush as well? ”

"Nope!"

The Morning Seeker held his sword in both hands, and the white curved blade was erected in front of his eyes, and in the flutter of the blade of light, he replied with the posture of a warrior:

"That kid didn't lie to you, in fact, everything he said was true, Sylvanas was injured by Winlessa, you don't need to suspect your relatives, in fact, they are very loyal to you..."

"That's good..."

A sweet smile appeared on the Blood Master's face, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and at the moment when Lotharian's figure began to charge, the shadow of the Blood Master's Mother also collapsed in an instant, and 13 black phantoms of the same size as her held the Energy Moon Blade, and jumped into the shadows of the surrounding spellbreakers in a silent way.

Under the dim, ignorant of all defenses, scorching blood sprayed out in the darkness, and the magical holy sword in the hand of the Morning Seeker slashed fiercely at Aurelia in front of him, but was easily blocked by the latter's one-handed swing of the moon blade, and the moment their eyes collided, the Morning Seeker clearly saw the taunt shining in Aurelia's eyes.

"Boom"

The blood of the 13 slain spellbreakers frantically gathered at this moment, like a roaring blood dragon, under the roar of the forbidden power that was unleashed by Aurelia and completely liberated for the first time, it slammed into the lowest level of the white tower in a devastating manner.

The explosion of crazy energy exploded with a loud bang from the tower, destroying all the lives hidden in the tower in an instant, in a penetrating and tearing way.

The bright red energy slowly rose from the darkness to the sky in a posture that swirled like spider silk, like a layer of gauze, and in the stunned gaze of everyone involved in the ambush, the moon in the sky was also dyed at this moment... Contraindicated blood red.

And Aurelia's arrogant shadow was scattered under the cloak, slowly suspended between the reflections of the blood moon, and a vivid blood dragon wrapped around her body, which was different from any mythical bloated dragon, like a greedy snake, setting off the forbidden figure of the Blood Master Mother against the sky, making her look so... Domineering.

"I may not be as strong as my husband, as fearsome as I am... But tied up? ”

Aurelia's low, hoarse voice rang in the ears of everyone present, and Lotharian, who was embarrassed to get up from the explosion. The Morning Seeker looked at the unleashed Blood Witch in the sky with a solemn gaze that foresaw a powerful enemy.

Hidden in the shadow of Tyrion for so long may have made people overlook how much Aurelia was, and how present... Powerful.

With a hint of mockery, the Blood Lady swept over everyone below, like a queen bathed in a blood moon, her plump lips moved slightly, and she whispered:

"It's up to you..."

"Worthy of it?"