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"Seal every gate! No one is allowed to leave! ”

Riding on a horse, Uther led a large group of knights into Stratholme, brutally and brutally taking command of the general of the city's defense, and under the orders of the grand knights, the paladins quickly raised a cordon at the gates of the city, and the mages of Dalaran who followed behind him rushed to the head of the city, as Kael'thas did in Andohar, using flames to disperse the poisonous fog in the air.

It is said that some orc shamans and Hinterland dwarven shamans living in seclusion in the royal realm have set out, and they will soon reach the regions of Stratholme and Tirisfa, and use elemental spells to unleash a storm of poison and mist.

But Uther was more worried about his disciple, Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron, who had rushed into the city of Stratholme alone, and did not know what was happening.

A few minutes later, the Grand Knight received a report from the city guards, and he rushed into the commercial district alone, and in the messy back alley, Uther saw his disciple.

Arthas, he was embarrassed, his whole body was covered with wounds, the heavy armor had been scrapped, and his war hammer was thrown aside, the war hammer was covered with frost and blood, judging by the physical condition of Arthas who was half-kneeling in place, he had clearly gone through a hard battle.

And at his feet, there was a corpse with a smashed head, even though the corpse had been purified by the holy light, it was still wrapped in a thick aura of death, and it was clear that this was not a simple corpse.

"Arthas, are you alright?"

Uther jumped off his horse and approached his student, Arthas heard a voice behind him, and he looked up, and on his tired face, there was a difficult smile:

"Mentor, I'm fine... I'm just, I'm just a little frustrated. ”

The young paladin tried to get up from the ground, but as soon as he straightened up, the tearing pain from his leg made the prince's body stagger, and Uther reached out to support his disciple, and when he held Arthas's arm, there was a piercing coldness in Uther's hand, and if you looked closely, the prince's arm was covered with frostbite, and there were ice wounds on his body.

It wasn't easy for him to win.

"This is Baron Rivendell, Mentor, who threw himself into the dark side to save his son..."

The Prince of Arthas whispered:

"But he eventually repented, but alas... Unfortunately, a demon forcibly transformed him into a Death Knight, and right before my eyes, they deceived him, the bastards, who had blinded the Baron's mind with their evil magic. ”

"But I can't save him, Mentor... I'm too weak, my strength, not enough to change these things, I... I was so incompetent, I could only watch it happen. ”

Looking at his disciple's pale face and swaying will, a trace of worry flashed in the eyes of the great knight, and he helped Arthas to turn away from the battlefield, and he whispered:

"Arthas, I know how you feel, when we fought the orcs, I hated myself for being weak countless times, just like you, but... But once we're on the battlefield, we can no longer actively choose what will heal us, what will make us whole, what will give us purpose, you know? When you're at a loss, I want you to think about where your enlightenment comes from. ”

"Enlightenment?"

The young prince looked at his mentor, Uther nodded to him, and the great knight looked up at the sky where night was slowly falling, and he whispered:

"When I first went to war, I had the privilege of going into battle with the Emperor of Lothar, who was still a marshal, and after a certain wound, I was weak and afraid, I was very young and like you, and then he told me that a true warrior must learn to listen to pain, whether it is one's own pain or the pain of others."

"Because suffering is both the most knowledgeable historian and the most accurate soothsayer, pain teaches us to recognize ourselves, to recognize our limits, to recognize our own shortcomings, to give ourselves motivation, until we reach the goal of enlightenment, your people, these people around you, Baron Rivendell, Oryx, the victims of the innocent, these are your suffering, and this is your enlightenment."

"I can't tell you directly where you're going, Arthas, but you're a smart kid and I know you're going to be the hero who turns everything around, but I also admit that wars are sometimes hard and we all feel like we're dying, we're all going to fail, but... If we don't face the pain and understand it, how can we free ourselves and save ourselves for the rest of our lives? ”

The Grand Knight reached out and patted Arthas on the shoulder, and he said to Arthas in a voice of encouragement:

"Don't doubt justice, when evil really triumphs, it's when good people begin to doubt themselves and others, stop standing up, stop fighting for justice... You are still fighting for it, and because of your fight, the whole of Stratholme has been able to survive after the dark conspiracy has been exposed, and many people have avoided terrible deaths, so you have won, justice is not dead, you have done well, Arthas, my disciple, leave the rest to me. ”

The young prince shook his head, and he whispered:

"But that's not enough, Stratholme is just a node, it's not the source of the problem, and... Be careful of those grains, Mentor, the Baron told me before he died, that there is something wrong with some of the grains in the city, and that this is also the plan of the second phase of those dark demons, and we had better burn all those grains. ”

"The Undead Scourge has started in Northern Xinjiang, but I heard that it didn't go well, and someone stopped the plague cauldron they released in time."

After Nassar's "death", the intelligence system in the north was put in the hands of the Raven Assassin Raven, but after the incident of Quel'Salas, Tyrion instructed the Raven to start evacuating the sleepers in the Northern Frontier, which was about to become the battlefield of the decisive battle of "Calamity Day", and was no longer suitable for the living to live and die.

And the return of the last group of Darkblade agents disguised as merchants also brought back a bombshell news for the Darkblade Legion.

In the scorching passage of the Molten Heart, the sound of the hammer falling was endless, and the intelligence chief Raven and the recently idle Death Lord Luminas walked side by side, and after listening to the Raven's description of the situation in the northern frontier, Luminas, who could not be idle, said to the crow:

"The humans are doing a good job, their tactical thinking and execution can barely keep up with us, but to be honest, simply thwarting the undead scourge and spreading the plague is not a victory... Brother Raven, you should know that the growth pattern of the Undead Scourge is not the same as ours, and the Lich King's army source is not limited to those brave soldiers. ”

"The Tomb... The catacombs scattered throughout the northern frontier are the main source of their troops. ”

The Death Raven Man deflected the bird's head, his black eyes moving flexibly, and he said to his colleague:

"Indeed, the undead scourge is only the first step in planting the plague, attracting the attention of humans, creating panic, disrupting order, and at the same time buying them time to wake up the dead, who are buried in the ground far more than the living on the ground... And so far, the Empire of Man does not seem to be aware of this, and they have not "purified" the cemeteries within their borders. ”

"Even if they realized, they wouldn't be able to catch up."

Luminas shook her head:

"The Human Empire is obviously preparing for the undead natural disasters in the way of guarding against us, they are destined to be caught off guard, in my opinion, the natural disasters that have swept the northern frontier are already a foregone thing, but this is exactly what we need, speaking of which, I heard that your next step is to release the wolves trapped in the Silver Pine Forest... Can that guy Wolfe manipulate them? ”

"30,000 Moonlit Night Herbs have been distributed in the past few years, and the command system of the Werewolf Legion has been established, and they can complete any tactical mission excellently."

The raven's dark eyes swirled around, and then said to Luminas:

"However, Wolff asked me to ask His Majesty his idea, and he thought that we could take advantage of the chaos to seize a part of Gilneth's land, and after the "Day of Disaster", gather the exiled refugees from the northern frontier there, establish a temporary shelter, and wait until the dust had settled, and then send them to the southern frontier in batches. ”

"Huh?"

has been staying in the Black Iron District to accompany her husband, and Luminas, who has been idle and crazy recently, her eyes immediately lit up, the existing Lords of Death have their own tasks, and with the beginning of a new round of costume changes in various battle groups, the lords are destined to not have time to leave the defense area, but she is different, since she was taken away by Danas, she has been seeking a chance to return to the front line of the battlefield.

Gilneth, although it is a secondary battlefield, it is better to have a battle than to be idle and bored.

As soon as she thought of this, Luminas quickened her pace, and the high heels under her feet collided with the steel floor laid by the Molten Heart, making a tinkling sound, and the crow who had succeeded in her plan coughed lightly, looked left and right, and followed Lumi, and entered the forge in the deepest part of the Molten Heart.

Since returning from Quel'Thalas, Tyrion has been staying here lately.

"Your Majesty, the evacuation of the spies in the northern frontier has been completed, and those intelligence points that cannot be evacuated have also been planted with a certain amount of force of Salein blood, or knights who are good at disguise to maintain."

The crow reported his mission, and Tyrion, who was standing beside the magma shrouded in orange light, nodded, and he calmly looked at the island in the middle of the magma lake in front of him, where a giant black iron felt was placed. Copperbeard and a few blackiron forgers are putting the finishing touches on a weapon with the help of scorching lava.

But unlike the general forging process, at Magni. Every time the hammer in Copperbeard's hand fell, the long sword that was about to take shape on the iron felt would burst out with sparks, and although there was magma spilling out of the nick in the center of the iron felt, the blade was not the kind of scorching and bright spark, but black... A star like the beating light of the dark stars.

And each hammer resonates with a peculiar force, like a whisper from the invisible darkness, as Luminas and the Raven approached the magma lake, they could almost see with the naked eye the dark energy suspended above the black iron felt, and at the moment when the weapon made of Atama crystal and infused with the purest magic of the Well of the Sun was about to take shape, those dark energies roared, wrapped in the molten flames, trying to merge into the dark blade.

"Fuck off! I don't care about you! ”

Magni for 5 days without sleep. Copperbeard roared furiously, and he swung the hammer in his hand to push away the haunting dark power, and with each hammer, the undead forger would use the cold death energy in his body to quench the hideous blade in front of him with his own strength.

Each weapon is the work of the forge, and for Magni. For a top-notch blacksmith like Copperbeard, he couldn't bear to forsake the weapons he forged were defective, even if they were blades made for demons.

"Tear up, tear up"

The dark storm roared, and between the collision of the hammer and the blade, the power soaked through the space, as if it was roaring to stop the formation of the heavy sword, and the black iron forgers around Magni could no longer stand the strange temperature around the forge, which was an extremely cold and hot mixed air, and only a powerful death knight like Magni could withstand it.

"Wine, give me wine!"

Magni shouted frantically, Tyrion's fingers running across his waist, and the next moment, a bottle of the best blood wine was thrown at the master blacksmith, who took it in his hand, poured the sweet wine freely, and then swung the hammer, using all his strength, and smashed it on the black longsword in front of him.

"Boom"

Like a large bomb being detonated, the black energy was gathered in this endless thump, and then released in this final hammer blow, and the invisible and cold dark power converged into a ghost-clawed storm in the heart of the molten fire, roaring and rolling a terrifying storm in the scorching lava lake, raging, as if to destroy the demonic blade.

"Click"

Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the iron felt, and in the midst of the dark storm roaring, the forged blade suspended above the black iron felt, the beauty was shocking.

It was a long knife similar to a traditional single-edged sword, but it was double-edged, and two-thirds of the way through the smooth back of the blade had a semicircular depression, and the dark gem that should have been imprisoned inside had turned into a mist-like cloud of light in the endless beating, bouncing in the hollow.

On both sides of the wide blade, there are natural magic patterns engraved on the smooth sword body, which only needs to be slightly modified to become the carrier of the best necromantic runes, and its blade is not smooth, at the top is a bisected reverse blade, which can easily tear the armor, and where the blade and the gauntlet are connected, there are four sharp thorns lined together, the L-shaped gauntlet stands upside down on the hilt, and at the end of the hilt, it is an inverted moon-shaped carving.

Tyrion stretched out his fingers and tightened his fingers on the hilt of the heavy blade in the lingering dark storm, it was not as unruly as the Apocalypse, but this legendary weapon had its own pride, it was like a group of fiery horses, frantically resisting Tyrion's power, and the heavy death energy in the body of the King of the Dark Blade also poured out of his palm.

A black, and dark red halo intertwined with the knight and the sword, and the halo grew stronger, Magni. Copperbeard clutched the flask and stared intently at the scene in front of him, frankly hoping that Tyrion would not be able to tame the legendary sword, but on the other hand, he was looking forward to the legend he had created with his own hands and would become a symbol of invincibility on the battlefield.

"Buzz"

After the two held each other for a few minutes, the dark red halo finally won little by little, and when the dark black heavy sword wrapped in dark red light, the dark storm that was entangled and suspended in the magma suddenly converged at this moment, as if it was absorbed by the heavy sword in Tyrion's hand, and on the dent on the back of the long sword's blade, a black energy orb slowly appeared, and began to emit ... Black glow.

"My Ember Bringer..."

Tyrion stroked the cold heavy sword in his hand, his fingers tapped on the blade, and listening to the crisp voice, he nodded:

"Very good, I'm satisfied!"

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