"Poof"

The sound of the high knight Al's left leg bone breaking came from the leg bone, making him kneel on the platform of the Dark Temple with difficulty, and a mouthful of cold blood spewed out from his mouth, and his entire armor was smashed to pieces in the fierce bombardment, and his left arm had been cut off by a sharp weapon.

And all the death energy in his body was locked by Tyrion's huge will, as if the source of power had been directly cut off.

In front of the embarrassed High Knight, Tyrion looked down at him, and after a few seconds, the King of the Dark Blades looked at the painful soul belonging to the Black Knight in his hand, and he whispered:

"You traitors are funny... Does it really make sense to sacrifice one's life to save a madman who has been devoured by revenge? ”

"Ahem... Aznab's "unique" talent is important to the Order, and with the power of the Void, he will not be seduced by the whispers of the Void, which means that he can take us into many dangerous places and monitor disasters that may erupt at any time. ”

The El Knight didn't have much fear in his heart, he was like a martyr who looked down on everything, and calmly explained to the King of the Dark Blades:

"And please don't call us traitors... We did not betray the ideals of the Dark Blade, we just did not want to participate in the attack on civilization anymore, we shifted all our energy to the exploration of the shadow of the world and the maintenance of order, giving everything for the truly pure and great cause, and protecting the order of the world with death. ”

This made Tyrion's brow furrow, and he walked around the El Knight a few times, and then said:

"Well, world peace, a great ideal, it seems that Khadgar has trained you well, but if it's just such a rhetoric... Not enough to impress me. ”

In a flash, the figure of the King of the Dark Blades appeared on his throne again, and he looked indifferently at the El Knight below, and said:

"Come on, convince me..."

"Convince me not to send the Blood Handmaidens and Enforcers to hunt you down, I think the second reason you ventured here is for this, right? Let me guess, that's what Khadgar taught you? ”

Hearing Tyrion mention the Great Lich's name again, a flash of sadness flashed in the El Knight's eyes, and he whispered:

"Yes, the great ones who have died have left behind a great mission, and someone must shoulder this mission, and the Darkblade Legion can become greater, but unfortunately, under your leadership, it has indulged in the war of the living for too long, too long, stained with too much blood, and it is no longer pure."

"Wait..."

Tyrion interrupted the El Knight's words with a wave of his hand, and he crossed his legs on his legs, looking at the Death Knight in front of him with amusement:

"Pure or not, are you really sure that Khadgar's disgusting traitor is dead?"

"Huh?"

The El Knight looked up suddenly, and in his gray-white eyes, there was a hint more... Joy?

"He's a lich, and as we all know, lichs don't die that easily."

With a wave of his hand, Tyrion broke through the shadows and appeared beneath the throne, wearing a white eerie mask that looked like a woman, but the El Knight could feel the aura of her kind... It's a necromancer, and judging by her outfit, she looks like a necromantic assassin.

"Garona. Haver Orson, currently loyal to my Master Assassin, retains the lifebox of the traitor Khadgar, but don't be happy, two..."

Tyrion closed his eyes, leaned back on his throne, and whispered:

"With a single thought, the life box and the ugly soul in it will be completely shattered... You want Khadgar to stay alive? Very simple... I don't need your loyalty, traitors are like that, if you can betray the first time, there will definitely be a second time, and I'm not interested in playing cat and mouse with you anymore... But you waste may have its own use. ”

"Twilight's hammer, you've probably heard of these madmen, and after finally dealing with the mess in the North, I think it's time to clean up these disgusting cockroaches and bugs, but I'm "touched" that you, Al, can give everything for your miscellaneous friends, so let me see how your traitorous fellows can do for you. ”

Tyrion opened his eyes slightly, looking at the betrayer in front of him, his fingers flickered, and in the beating of the black soul fire, the body of the El Knight was quickly ignited, and only a moment later, his weak soul was hooked in Tyrion's hand.

The King of the Dark Blades looked at the two souls in his hands, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth:

"Go, Garona, tell the traitors!"

"Whether they call the Order or whatever they call them disgusting names, in short, let them rid my land of the Twilight Hammer maniacs, and other cults, this is the first step for them to "save themselves"... If they do a good enough job, maybe the sins of Al and the Black Knight will be removed, and maybe they will live longer. ”

"If they do a good enough job, maybe I will be "merciful" to return these two souls to them, but they have to hurry, such a weak soul, under the scorching of the black flame, will not last long... Like poor Khadgar, his sorrow always delights me..."

As he spoke, Tyrion glanced at Garona, a half-orc assassin who had voluntarily transformed into an undead, and he snorted:

"Do more good deeds, maybe you can wash a trace of blood off your hands."

Garona didn't say anything, after transforming into an undead, this half-orc seemed to have lost the ability to speak, every undead had obsessions, and all Garona's obsessions were gathered in the silver ring on her finger.

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The dawn sun shone on Whispering Harbor and the war-torn land, and under the light, Captain Dai Lin's fleet of death had sunk into the depths, and the ships laden with civilians could finally catch their breath.

They split the laden civilians into fleets of Night Elves and High Elves, and many ships docked at the edge of the Whispering Harbor docks, which had been badly destroyed, to protect the terrified human civilians and send them to another continent across the Endless Sea for the next few days.

It's not a win...

Even the most arrogant Night Elves have to admit that after witnessing the war in Whispering Harbor and the Northern Frontier, it was Lothar who sacrificed himself to stop the undead from the war, in other words, these civilians can still be safely transported to Kalimdor because of the undead's grace.

Prior to this, although many races of Kalimdor had heard the "War of the Dead" described by Emperor Lothar himself, seeing the scene in front of them made the nominal ruler of the Night Elves, who had never paid attention to the situation in the Eastern Kingdom before, and Tyrande, the Priestess of the Moon, truly aware of the new threats that Azeroth would face.

A more realistic threat than the demons that roam the world...

No one believed that the undead would be content with the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms, and in the foreseeable future, among the dead would reach for Kalimdor, and behold, they had even formed their own fleet of the undead... And it's led by the world's most powerful naval commander.

How does this make the Night Elf warriors feel at ease?

But they are not here to help the humans recover the land after all, and the relationship between the elves and humans has not been so good, they are only here to fulfill the agreement with the human emperor to send the humans to Kalimdor, in exchange, the humans will thrive in the wild land of Kalimdor, and clear some regional threats for the Night Elves who cannot spare their hands.

Boatloads of people were transported, and with the help of the Night Elves' large fleet, the transportation process went smoothly, and the undead didn't seem to intend to disturb the Empire's westward journey, they just stayed quietly on the battlefield last night, collecting the bones of their companions, and the bones of the human soldiers who died in battle.

Obviously, the undead are not doing this for any humanitarian spirit, they collect the bones of warriors, and there is a more realistic use, this scene makes the surviving soldiers gnash their teeth, but everyone who wants to rush out and fight with the undead will be sent out of the northern frontier as quickly as possible.

It's not that humanity has broken its spine and doesn't even have the idea of resisting, it's just that the leaders who remained, those commanders, who were unwilling to live up to the opportunity that the emperor's sacrifice had earned... Judging by the current situation, it is clear to anyone with a brain that relying only on the remnants of the human empire is no match for the undead.

They can only grit their teeth and swallow this evil breath, they can only hold their weapons and wait in time for the next round of war to begin.

No one is willing to accept this ending, the war between humans and the undead is just over... Sooner or later, they're still going to have to come back... Return to your homeland and drive the undead out of your homeland!

Until then, they will wait quietly, gather strength, and wait for the day of the counteroffensive.

"Great Knight, you... Are you really up to it? ”

In the fortress on the north coast, the tired and lost Majesty of Arthas looked at Mograine, the great knight who was sitting in front of him, silent as a stone, and rubbed his forehead with some pain, and said to the great knight:

"Such a sacrifice is meaningless, IMHO, we must retain every ounce of useful strength, Great Knight, no matter what the future of the Human Empire may be, we all need you, a mainstay like you, will help us..."

"In the new era, in the new empire, there is no place for us old bones."

The Grand Knight interrupted the king's persuasion with a wave of his hand, and he took the silver hand emblem from his chest, placed it in his hand, and looked at it with a complicated gaze, but at last he placed it on the table.

"My soldiers and I will break away from the system of the Silver Hand, we will not leave our homeland, the sacrifice of the Emperor of Lothar is great, so we must fight for those who are still alive... Go, Your Majesty, and take the people who still have hope to another continent to rebuild the empire, and we... Those of us who belong to the old times, will stay here. ”

"As long as we're here, undead cubs, don't really want to occupy this land."

Grand Knight Mograini stood up, and he gave His Majesty Alsace a standard knightly salute:

"We're going to Stratholm to meet up with the paladins who remain at the hands of Tyr... From now on, we will call ourselves the Scarlet Crusaders! We will not fail the banner stained red by the blood of warriors. ”

"Tell the people that there is still a group of warriors loyal to the Empire fighting where it once stood! We will be on this eternal battlefield, waiting for the day when the Empire will counterattack..."

"May the Holy Light bless the Empire!"

Ten minutes later, the Grand Knight of Mograini, who had delivered all his duties and noble status, walked out of the fortress on the north coast, he rode on his horse, looked back at the fleet that was departing on the sea behind him, he took a deep breath, touched the long sword at his waist, and then pulled the reins of his horse.

From now on, he and his followers will live as pure warriors and purifiers.

"Mograini... Wait for me. ”

And just as the Great Knight was about to leave, a voice sounded behind him, and the Great Knight turned around and saw Tirio wearing only a set of soldier armor, pulling a war horse, and walking out of the fortress. Fordin.

"Fordin! You... Didn't you follow His Majesty Arthas to Kalimdor? ”

Alessandro. Mograini exclaimed in surprise, "You shouldn't be here!" ”

"No, old man."

Old Verding raised his head and gave Mograine a calm smile, and he whispered:

"The old bones are going to war... Count me in this time, Kalimdor has Uther watching over there, I'm more like killing a few undead to get angry now... As soon as I close my eyes, I can see the emperor..."

The Grand Knight clenched his fists, and after a moment he let go of his hand again, and looking at his old fellow, he whispered:

"Tyran and your two boys went to Kalimdor on the same boat, and I'm sure Uther will take care of them, and since there isn't much nostalgia, it's time to travel to the knight's promise."

"High Paladin Tirio. Fordin, apply to join the Scarlet Crusade today! ”

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"Whoa, whoa"

The undead infantrymen who collected the bones of the dead on the frontal battlefield dragged the human warriors who had died in battle in body bags, preparing to send their bodies to the ruins of Lordaeron for the recruitment of the Death Knights.

And among these undead infantry who looked the same, wearing armor and carrying weapons on their backs, there was a special guy who was a little conspicuous, and his equipment was obviously more and more complicated than the other undead infantry, but at this time, he was like other infantrymen, carrying a body bag, and slowly walked to the woodland outside the battlefield.

And around the corner after entering the woodland, this strange undead infantry broke away from the brigade and walked silently into the deepest part of the woodland with the body bag.

"Bang"

The body bag was tossed to the ground, and then clumsily opened by the undead infantrymen, revealing the human warrior who had died heroically in battle, with short blond hair, and a square face, and a ribbon and ornament representing the status of an officer, and on his chest, there was a hideous puncture wound, he must have fought heroically, and he must have died heroically.

And on the blood-stained dog tag around his neck, the lieutenant's name is inscribed.

"Thassarian"

The strange undead foot soldier stood dumbfounded beside the corpse, and after a few moments, he took out a spare soul stone from the box around his waist, and then stabbed the soul stone into the corpse's wound in a stiff position.

A dark red light flashed in the eyes of the undead infantryman, who should have been of low intelligence, under the hideous helmet:

"Rured... Help... Good brother..."