"Whoa, whoa"

In the evening twilight, a group of paladins galloped out of the gates of the Northshire Monastery, the dark silence was completely broken, and in the neighing of war horses, the heavily armed paladins hung horse lanterns, in the Privy Council of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Chaldean. Morgan, led by Morgan, galloped as fast as he could in the direction of the Western Wilderness.

They rushed through the streets of Shining Gold, startling the guards and civilians around them, and in the glow of the lanterns, those guards could vaguely see the anxiety and uneasiness on the faces of those paladins, and those who lived in the Elwyn Forest knew that the paladins guarding the Northshire Abbey were the most sincere believers, and they would not easily go out to guard the Holy Land.

And now, not only did these paladins appear, but in front of them, a noble bishop wearing a robe and a red hat led them, and it was clear that something was wrong.

And it's definitely a big deal!

Anxiety began to spread among the timid civilians, and some merchants even closed their doors early, but soon the sheriff of Shining Gold, Doohan, stepped in to reassure the restless residents, who said that an orc bandit had wandered into the Wild West, and that Bishop Morgan had gone to stop them.

But this kind of lie can only be told by ignorant people, and people with a little brain know that for a group of orc rogues, there is no need for elite paladins to be dispatched at all, and this must be related to something dark, weird, and frightening.

In fact, it is.

"Keep up the pace and don't fall behind!"

The paladin who followed the Chaldean bishop was his old acquaintance, Joe, a sincere knight from the kingdom of Lordaeron. El, a veteran who had survived the Second Orc War by drinking the blood of trolls, and had followed the Sons of Lothar into Draenor, was supposed to carry out his sacred mission at the Watchtower, but during the battle where the Draenei fled, Mr. El was shot in the left eye by a stray arrow.

It was a terrible injury, and the Holy Light could not heal it, so after much deliberation, the battlefield general was transferred to the monastery of the Stormwind Kingdom to train recruits. Al was very dissatisfied, his original commander, General Gavinrad, died at the hands of the Death Knight, and the second commander, Tulayan, also almost died at the hands of the undead, which made the El Knight have a deep hatred for the undead.

But he also understood that his situation was indeed not suitable for the battlefield, and after adapting to the life of the North County Monastery, the old knight felt that it was actually not bad to spend the rest of his life like this, and there was also an old acquaintance, the Chaldean Bishop, who had cooperated on the battlefield more than once, and was considered friends.

"I say, Mr. Bishop, haven't you told me what the mission goal is?"

The old knight rode his horse and advanced side by side with the solemn Privy Bishop, and he lowered his voice:

"Is it the undead who have appeared? I've heard that the Necropolis in Twilight Forest hasn't been quiet lately. ”

"Call me Chaldeans, Joe, and don't be so formal between you and me."

The Privy Counsellor watched the twilight on the horizon be swallowed up by the night, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and then confided the truth to the old knight:

"Not the undead, but more troublesome, a group of cultists gathered on a farm in the Wild West... They ransacked Jason's farm at noon and killed all the poor farmers, but the Jasons' youngest daughter escaped and ran to Fort Westspring for help. ”

"It's just a bunch of brainwashed lunatics."

Old Paladin Joe said with some disdain: "There are 500 infantry stationed in the West Spring Fortress, and they can't even cope with this?" ”

"Nope! Joe, they are "real" cultists! ”

Chaldeans accentuated his tone: "Do you understand? ”

The old knight paused for a moment, then nodded with a heavy face.

The so-called real cultists mean that those brainwashed lunatics have made contact with some strange existence, according to Joe. Al's experience in the Second Orc War, which was often triggered by warlocks, was certainly a real paranormal phenomenon, but that only made things worse.

"They don't kill for money, according to Miss Jason's description, they're more like they're doing a 'blood sacrifice', which sucks, Joe, and it will make the kingdom that has just calmed down horrified again. ”

Chaldea rode the galloping warhorse, his expression was a little uneasy, he looked left and right, lowered his voice again, and said almost in a whisper to Joe:

"The worst thing is that in that group of cultists, there seems to be Natalie. The figure of Serin. ”

"Huh? Who's that? ”

The old knight asked with a frown, and Chaldea paused for a moment before replying:

"I'm sorry, I forgot that you weren't a local, Natalie was the Archbishop of the Cathedral of Light before the fall of Stormwind, she was my senior, she had a great reputation in the local area, and more importantly, even after the fall of Stormwind, she persevered in Nightlight, inspiring the hope of the people, fighting the orcs, she was a hero, she joined us with the priests when we counterattacked back to the Stormwind Kingdom, but unfortunately, in the battle of the Burning Plains, she disappeared..."

"And now, Bishop Natalie is in the cult."

The old knight also sensed the trickiness of the matter, and he waved his horsewhip fiercely: "Damn, no wonder Benedictas will let you go, once the news of the fall of that Lady Hero spreads..."

"The people's sincere faith in the Light will be dealt a terrible blow! There is no doubt that we cannot let this happen! ”

Chaldea clenched the crystal rosary in his hand, and he said in a deep voice:

"If there's any hope for Ms. Natalie, we have to save her, and if not, then we'll have to... So, go tell the lads that nothing about tonight, good or bad, can be revealed! Do you understand? ”

"Yes, I know."

The old knight nodded, but soon he asked again:

"You say that lady was an archbishop before the Fall? If she still has followers, then I'm afraid the number of paladins we brought with us may be a little small, should you ask for support from the Westspring Fortress? ”

"No, you don't! The more people there are, the more troublesome it is. ”

The Privy Counsellor shook his head, and the crystal rosary on his wrist emitted a trace of pure holy light:

"I have brought with me the Holy Light Relic that Mr. Viren has given to the Cathedral. It must be able to restrain all darkness, and it has enough power to purify her, but I wish we didn't need it. ”

At the urging of the archbishop and the captain of the knights, the elite knights of the Northshire Abbey soon rushed into the Western Wilderness in the darkness of the night, and the place where the cultists worshipped was at Jason's Farm in the southernmost part of the Western Wilderness, which was very close to the knights' defense.

"Joe, you're surrounding this farm with 20 boys!"

Chaldea closed his eyes and scanned his surroundings with his scout magic, and he quickly gave the order:

"Can't let one go! I rushed in with the rest of the knights, the cultists were hatching a conspiracy, I could even smell the depravity, it was disgusting! ”

With that, the Privy Counsellor, who had participated in the real war, reached out and took his silver war hammer, a one-handed weapon blessed by divine light, which could not only be used as a tool for unleashing magic, but also could be picked up by the Chaldean priest at a critical moment to open the enemy's brain.

Don't underestimate this Privy Council, he has killed at least 10 orcs with his hammer on the battlefield!

Chaldea fastened the warhammer to his belt, then opened the holy light tome in his hand, and in the sound of his chanting, the powerful holy light magic was applied to the bodies of the surrounding paladins, and the paladins who had been strengthened by pure and divine energy drew their weapons and followed behind the chief officer with high spirits.

"Come with me! Warriors of the Light, cleanse the fallen evil! ”

Chaldea held the sacred scripture in his hand, he waved his hand, and a pure white flame of holy light fell from the sky, and in the middle of the warehouse of Jason's farm in the darkness, the pure power and the dark power wrapped around the house intertwined, and burst into a violent flash, and the cultists who gathered in the house screamed and rushed out of the burning house, and were quickly smashed to the ground by the paladins or simply stabbed to death with a sword.

The old knight commanded the paladins to capture the fleeing cultists, and the privy councillor, escorted by a paladin, walked into the warehouse of Jason's farm, and as soon as he entered it, the strong smell of blood made the bishop frown, and the young paladin beside him directly drew the sword in his hand.

In front of the two of them were the poor victims, the owners of Jason's farm, the old Jason and his wife, and the slain farmers, stripped of their clothes and placed in a distorted posture on a dark circle, with hideous wounds cut by ritual knives on their backs, and their blood flowed from the corpses, staining every detail of the dark circle with blood.

"What a depravity!"

Rao had seen the real hell on the battlefield, but seeing the strange scene in front of him, the Chaldean priest couldn't help but scold:

"The most terrible thing is not the darkness itself, but the people who are tempted by the darkness to do evil things... What a fall! ”

"Bishop, let's burn the bodies."

The young paladin beside him couldn't bear to look directly at the scene of the blood sacrifice, and he lit a torch in anger to completely burn the area shrouded in darkness and evil, but at this moment, the eyes of the Chaldean priest narrowed, and he reached out to stop the paladin's actions.

"Wait! That's not quite right! ”

As he spoke, the Privy Counsellor took a few steps forward, and he bent down, not caring that his robes were stained with the blood of the dead. The naked female corpse was flipped over, and at the sight of the blood-mottled face, the eyes that sparkled with unwillingness and distortion, and the black priest's robe that covered the corpse's legs, the Chaldeans let out an exclamation:

"Bishop Natalie! She... She was murdered by her own subordinates, and she was sacrificed with blood! Oh my God, they're infighting, why the hell is that? ”

Chaldea also saw a sentence that Natalie wrote on the ground with blood before she died:

"It! Promised me..."

This strange scene made Chaldea take a deep breath, he forced a touch of panic in his heart, reached out his hand, and turned over the corpse next to the dead and miserable Lady Natalie, and when he saw the young and painful face, which was 7 points similar to the old Jason couple, the horror in the heart of the Chaldean priest reached its peak in an instant.

"Miss Jason has died in the sacrifice, and she didn't escape at all."

The sluggish Privy Bishop turned his head to look at the panicked young paladin, and he muttered to himself:

"So, who is that woman who came to the Xiquan Fortress for help?"

"Ahh

A roar of fear came into the ears of the two, Chaldea was shocked, he subconsciously pulled out the war hammer on his waist, and the young paladin rushed out of the warehouse, he already knew very well that this was a trap, someone deliberately revealed about Natalie. The matter of Selin, which led them here.

Who is behind the scenes?

The moment he rushed out of the warehouse, a pair of ice-blue eyes flashed in the Chaldean priest's heart, making him clench his weapon tightly.

"Tyrion... Are you still refusing to let me go? ”

But the next moment, the Chaldeans saw the darkness of Jason's farm beneath the night of his best friend at the Northshire Abbey, the trusted paladin Joe. Al, with his back to him, wielded a twisted ritual dagger wrapped around the power of the Shadow, and stabbed it from behind into the heart of a paladin.

"Joe! What are you doing! ”

The Chaldeans roared angrily, holding the warhammer in one hand and the sacred crystal rosary in the other, and he looked at his friend, Joe. Al also turned around at this moment, his originally resolute face turned into a dead and dull expression, his whole body was covered with blood, and the blood flowed strangely down his arm to the strange dark ritual dagger in his hand.

"Chaldeans, my friend, I heard her... I heard that. ”

Joe. Al raised the blood-stained dagger in his hand, and he said in a hollow voice:

"She's calling me... She's calling you too, don't you hear? Listen, listen with your heart, she's happy, she's longing... Longing for blood and death, she wants you! Chaldeans, she was sent here, fate, her fate is closely tied to you, she needs you! ”

The paladin walked forward while saying strange words, and the Chaldeans kept retreating, knowing very well that the dark power on the dagger had taken over Joe. Al's will and spirit, he must help him!

"Evil spirits! Disperse! ”

Chaldea roared and raised the rosary in his hand, and the bright and holy light rushed out of the bishop's palm at this moment and smashed on Joe. On Al's body, but the strange thing is that the powerful holy light actually did not harm the paladin possessed by the evil spirit, and in the light of the holy light, Al let out a wild laugh, and he pounced towards Chaldea.

"Poof"

Just before the twisted dark dagger pierced the heart of the Chaldeans, a figure emerging from the shadows pierced Joe with an arrow of blood from behind. Al's heart, the dark dagger, shook with his body a few times, and then fell limply at Chaldeans' feet.

The priest flailed his hands in panic to stay away from the strange weapon, but just as he tried to roll over and get up, a cold hand grabbed his wrist and pressed his fingers against the handle of the black dagger on the ground.

An eerie whisper filled the Chaldeans for a moment. Morgan's heart, and Nasa's hoarse voice, also reached his ears:

"The gift of the generous Tyrion has been delivered... Accept it with joy, walk briskly into the darkness, and... And then truly become one of us. ”

"Shadow Priest Chaldean. Morgan, welcome a... Knights of the Darkblade. ”