"There was civil unrest in Stratholme?"

Lord Roglio, who was walking along the avenue of East Stratholme to the city of Stratholme, heard his lieutenant's report, waved his hand and let the team move on, clearing the wandering Scourge spirits along the way, and asked in a deep voice:

"Who caused it?"

"It's the cultist known as the Cult of the Damned, my lord, and the city was in chaos before we arrived. ”

The adjutant who went first replied:

"Our secret agents hiding in the city have sent back the news that the civilian teleportation circle in Stratholme was shut down by those cultists 2 hours ago, and they have also spread the undead plague in the city, the King's Trail has been ignited, and the fire is spreading."

"It's terrible."

Roglio touched his chin, and the Death Lord, who had a scar on his eye, thought for a moment and asked:

"How many people are there in the city now?"

"About 60,000 people, the last civilians waiting to be teleported, but they are now trapped in the city, in addition to the high elf civilians who are said to have moved to Stratholme City, they are also trapped in the plague and fire."

"Isn't there a guard in Stratholme? Are they just going to let the cultists run rampant? ”

Roglio frowned, looking at the shadows of Stratholme in the distance, his heart panicked for no reason, and the Death Lord touched his heart, instinctively telling him that he should go to that city to have a look.

So a moment later, Roglio said to his adjutant:

"Johnny, you continue to the Queldorin Lodge with the 3rd to 7th Wings of the Hammerfire Band, and the remaining four Wings follow me to Stratholme, and as for the Hand of Tyr... Just put it there first, those Light Maniatics are tricky, we'll leave them for last. ”

"Yes, lord!"

High-ranking Death Knight Johnny. Orson was ordered to leave, this is also a very handsome High Elf, a member of the Draenor Vanguard Army that once infiltrated, died in the earthquake caused by Khadgar and the bronze dragon Sefir, and after being resurrected, he joined the wing of Roglio, and until now, has become the second man of the Hammerfire Band.

Perhaps soon, Johnny will become the secondary lord of the Darkblade Warband, which is a new rank, after the end of the Northern War, there will inevitably be several new warbands, and in the military system of the increasingly large Darkblade Warband, the rare number of Death Lords is completely insufficient to command so many warbands, so Tyrion decided to add a new rank between the Legion Leader and the High Knight, and the existing warband system will be further divided.

That is, soon, Johnny. Aosen will have his own warband, which may not be as huge as the Hammerfire Warband, but how to say it, this former High Elf scout will also enter the real senior management.

After Johnny left with the four wings, Roglio stood on the hillside, looking out over Stratholme and watching the smoke rise above the city, and eventually, he shook his head, remembering a phrase Tyrion had said when they were still alive and on a hunting trip with Tyrion.

"Everything in this world has a use, even the dregs, they have their own uses, but what is worse than the scum is those who are bent on trying to become the scum..."

The silent Lord of Death reached for his gray bow carved with necromantic runes and made from the tendons of the black dragon and the bones of Goron, and behind him, an entire army of silent Darkblades was ready to go.

"This chaotic world is simply useless, it's pitiful, let's save them!"

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"Whew, whew"

In the business district of Stratholme City, Kane, dressed in a hunting suit, was panting and running in the dark alley, and the young man who was about to become an adult jumped back and forth in the dark alley with the agility of the High Elves, like an agile ghost, and it only took a few seconds to scurry to the street on the other side of the alley.

His blonde hair fluttered over his shoulders, and as he ran, he looked back from time to time, looking above his head and behind him, mixed with choking ashes and puffs of scorching air drifting in the wind, and on the other side of the business district, half a block was burning, and the cultists who had rioted had not only destroyed the portal, but also set the city on fire.

Truth be told, no one knows what those madmen want to do, but the city has come to a twisted end, full of people running around in a panic, scurrying like headless flies, and those bandits who take advantage of the chaos to do crazy things, robbery, ***, under the shadow of death, in the absence of strong control, this city with only one-fifth of the population left, like a group of demons dancing around.

Kane coughed a few times and covered his mouth and nose with his cuffs, he had to get back to his neighborhood before the fire spread, and before he could leave the city, he had to get the thing that was most important to him.

That's what his father left him...

Kane was one of the elves who emigrated from Dysom to Stratholme more than a month ago at the call of His Majesty Kael'thas, the new Sun King, he was a ranger apprentice who came here with his mentor, and Kane did not like human cities compared to Quel'Thalas, which had been destroyed by natural disasters, he found them too noisy.

In fact, it was not just this child, but all the elves who immigrated to Stratholme were not very adapted to human life, so when Baron Rivendell was still in charge of the city, these elves were placed in the corner of the old town, where the traffic was very inconvenient and there were few people, but it was very quiet, and it was very suitable for these elves to live.

"Bang"

The door of the house in the corner of the old town was pushed open, and Kane rushed into the dimly lit room, dragged out a wooden chest under his bed, opened it, and inside was a longbow made of mahogany, without much carving, it was just a training "toy" bow, which Kane's father had made for him before he left Quel'Thalas.

That was almost 15 years ago.

For the High Elves, 15 years is just a blink of an eye, but the High Elves also have feelings, and for Kane, after hearing the news of his father's death 11 years ago, this bow has become his only and best souvenir to his deceased father.

"Click"

The wooden box was closed, Kane breathed a sigh of relief, carried the wooden box behind him, and then picked up the long sword beside the bed and walked out of the room quickly, it was time for him to leave, the city's portal had been destroyed, and he had to return to the Queldorin Hut, where there were still some people who were said to be holding out, before the Grimblade Undead stormed the city.

Luckily, the road from Stratholme to Queldorim's Lodge isn't far, and at the speed of the High Elves, it only takes half a day to get there.

But just as Kane was passing by the city cemetery, he suddenly found a group of strange guys gathering at the door of an open tomb under the ash covered sky, in the shadow of the cemetery, and at the feet of those guys, there was a cloth bag, which was struggling to "struggle", and it was clear that it contained a living person.

"Tomb robbers?"

This thought appeared in Kane's mind, making the young High Elf walk a little slower, probably because of what happened to his father, Kane was full of hatred for such a guy as a tomb robber, not to mention, he couldn't turn a blind eye to the kidnapped living person, so after a moment of hesitation, Kane quietly climbed over the wall of the tomb and approached those strange guys.

"Those damn paladins sprinkled Rivendell's corpse with holy water and burned him to ashes..."

"It's okay, the master's power is still in Rivendell's ashes, and we need to bring it back to Northrend, where he will be reborn."

"And what about this little? Look at the way he looks, this guy is dying. ”

"Don't be stupid, Oryx is a very important item, in case Rivendell's resurrection fails, this responsibility will have to be inherited by his son, quack, and then detain his wife's soul back to Northrend, so that they can be "reunited as a family", hahahaha! ”

The sound of the cultists talking reached Kane's ears hiding in the trees, making the young ranger grit his teeth, it was clear that these guys were stealing the family cemetery of Baron Rivendell, and it seemed that they were planning to take away the ashes of the baroness and his only son, this evil act made Kane feel outrageous, but he was very sensible, he knew that it was difficult to deal with these dozen cultists at the same time on his own.

He's just a ranger's apprentice after all, but if his father was here, Kane was confident that his father wouldn't sit idly by and watch such an evil thing happen.

The young elf gritted his teeth, and he climbed down the trunk of the tree, crept through the walls of the cemetery, carrying the wooden box on his back, and ran towards the nearest block to the cemetery, where he had to find help. If he remembered correctly, a few blocks away was the place where the paladins of Stratholme gathered, and those paladins who believed in the Holy Light would certainly not let these cultists do whatever they wanted.

And just around the next corner of Kane's departure from the cemetery, in front of the road he was running, a tall figure was coming out of a shop, he was wearing silver armor, and he looked like a paladin, which gave Kane hope.

"Mr. Knight! Wait a minute! ”

Kane called out to the paladin, who stopped and looked back at the elf running towards him, his eyes full of unseemly curiosity.

"Phew, Mr. Knight, a group of people, a group of cultists are stealing Baron Rivendell's crypt in the cemetery, and they have kidnapped the baron's son, please..."

Kane quickly ran to the paladin, he told the paladin in front of him everything he had heard, but soon, Kane noticed the strangeness of the paladin, there was still some unwiped blood on his armor, and looked back along his shoulder, in the calm shop, there was a faint smell of blood.

This made the young elf subconsciously take a step back, and his hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Tsk, what an observant child."

The paladin rubbed his chin, then put his finger to his mouth and said in a strange voice:

"Good boy, shhhh

Kane looked at the tall paladin, he saw that the paladin's eyes slowly turned into pure black eyes, which made the ranger feel a fatal crisis, he turned around and ran, and at this moment, the paladin's figure suddenly disappeared in place, in the scream of the vampire bat, a pair of huge bat wings suddenly spread out on Kane's escape path, smashing the unprepared ranger apprentice out of the air.

Flying upside down in the air, Kane felt a black eye, a cold, black claw clasped around his neck, and in front of his eyes, the Dreaddemon King Marganis, who had completely revealed the prototype, let out a low laugh.

"Where are you going? Good boy... Come back to Northrend with me, you look like you're fit to be... Dark Ranger. By the way, what's your name? ”

Kane's neck was clenched by the cold claws, and he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs little by little, it was a painful process, but Kane didn't make a sound, the young, underage elf looked at the Dreadlord in front of him with a hateful gaze, and he said in a difficult, hoarse voice:

"Monster! I... I'm not afraid of you! ”

"Huh?"

The cruel Marganis's eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on the corner of the Dreadlord's mouth:

"No, you should be afraid of me, child..."

"Huh"

The Dreadlord waved his hand casually, Kane's body was smashed against the wall next to him, the young man opened his mouth and spurted blood, he struggled to get up, but the next moment, he was trampled under the feet of the Dreadlord hoof, Marganis turned the demon's hoof, it looked at Kane condescendingly, and he said in an astringent voice:

"Tell me, what's your name!"

"His name is Kane!"

A low, hoarse voice answered Marganis's question, and the Dreadlord froze for a moment, and immediately turned into a whistling swarm of vampire bats and disappeared in place, almost at the same moment, the whistling bone arrow disappeared into the air strangely, and the dark red death energy wrapped in the shaft of the arrow sparked a vortex energy storm in the air, and the bats that exploded in all directions seemed to be trapped in place by the strange energy.

"Ahh Damn the arrow! Damn the Darkblade Undead! ”

After a distortion of light, Malganis, who could not escape, screamed and appeared on the other side of the street, and in the chest of the Dreadlord, a pale bone arrow had pierced into his body.

A slender figure also appeared in front of Kane, who was already unconscious, the figure was wearing black armor, holding a pale war bow, gray hair was scattered over his shoulders, and at the corner of his eye, there was a hideous scar, and in the sky above his head, a hideous bone dragon was poking its head out of the dim sky full of ashes.

Young Kane's appearance is similar to his 7 points.

"His name is Kane, Kane. Sun Fury..."

Death Lord Roglio was half-kneeling there, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped the blood from Kane's cheek, he looked at the unconscious young elf in front of him, a somewhat unfamiliar laugh appeared on his face, and he whispered:

"He is my most precious treasure..."

"Demons, looks like we're going to have to talk about it... On the question of how dare you hurt my son. ”

"Take your death to pay for his pain..."