"We must abandon Stormwind and get ready to move now..."

In the King's Hall of the Stormstorm Fortress, at the invitation of Countess Caterina, the nobles who had rushed here listened to the Countess's new proposal in amazement, and they exchanged words and discussions, seriously doubting whether the delicate Countess had been frightened mad by the undead.

"Stormwind has the power to protect us, Countess, and your proposal is a fantasy."

Archbishop Benedictas made a rare gaffe, he stood up and scolded the countess with a serious face:

"Are you trying to persuade us to flee without a fight? Let His Majesty the King give up his own people? True, the Red Ridge Mountains and the Twilight Forest have been lost, but with the help of the Draenei, our people have not suffered too much, and in the East Valley, the bravest soldiers and generals of the kingdom are laying out the defenses, and I believe they will be able to hold off those undead... At least until the Empire's support arrives! ”

The Duke of Berval, who had always been willing to support the countess, also stated:

"Katarina, I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately, but believe me, the reunited Emperor ** team has set off, and with the help of the Human Emperor, with the entire human power united, we can win this war!"

The Duke whispered to the countess beside him:

"Don't worry, Katarina, I'll take care of you."

The other nobles were not interested in the idea of a total withdrawal, the human kingdoms were scattered among each other, and a fixed circle of nobles in each country had been formed over the course of hundreds of years, and the estates of the great nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom were all in this country, and once they left here, it would be difficult for them to find their place in the other kingdoms.

So if it weren't for the deadly crisis of the orc soldiers coming to the city a few years ago, it would be impossible for these nobles to leave Stormwind.

His Majesty, who had not spoken, looked very haggard, Queen Tiffany's condition was not improving, and the young king was so focused on his beloved that he really had no intention of dealing with the affairs of the country now.

And when the nobles were a little quieter, the Privy Council Chaldean priest, who had not spoken, glanced at the countess with a frosty face, and in his ears, the strange voice sounded again:

"This is an anonymous believer in Tyrion who will help these stupid humans in the future, but at least this time, she is serious, she betrayed Tyrion for her own benefit... Cutie, your stupid compatriot is still in the dark, and I feel that you should help her, and it's for your own good. ”

The Chaldean priest hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said to the other nobles in a magnetic voice:

"Quiet people, gentlemen, I believe that Countess Caterina is a wise man, as she has judged in the past, and therefore we ought to give her enough respect before criticizing the countess's suggestion, and at least let the countess say why she proposed it."

At the same time, the leader of MI7, the master assassin Madias. Shore looked at Chaldea and the Countess suspiciously, the thoughtful Assassin had reason to believe that both men had their own secrets.

And the Privy Council's words made Archbishop Benedictas glare at him fiercely, but the Chaldean priest didn't seem to realize that at a time when the Privy Council, who was very close to the people and willing to help all believers, was growing in popularity among believers, the priests of the Cathedral of Light almost knew about the contradiction between Benedictas and Chaldeans.

The nobles were quieter, and even King Varian turned his gaze to Caterina, the frost-faced countess hesitated for a moment, and she sighed:

"Every ancient noble family has its own secrets, and so does the Presto family, I was reluctant to disclose the secrets of the family's bloodline, but at the moment of life and death in this country, I had to do so, I hope the ancestors will forgive me."

After speaking, the countess stretched out her hand, and under the gaze of the nobles, black scales covered her arms, this scene caused many people to exclaim, and the Duke of Boval widened his eyes and subconsciously stood up.

Feeling those strange eyes, Countess Caterina smiled sadly, she looked at Duke Boval with an incredulous face, a touch of pain appeared in her eyes just right, it was the pain of being despised by her lover, she slowly folded her sleeves, did not look at Boval, and said to the other nobles:

"The Presto family has served the Alliance since its inception, but my ancestors had an unimaginable adventure thousands of years ago, when the empire was still divided, and since that day, the blood of the black dragon has flowed in our veins... You've all heard of the existence of the Dragonborn, and I, I, am one of them. ”

"For generations, the Presto family has maintained ties with the black dragons hidden from history, and the world calls them evil, but the disaster of the black dragon originated from the black dragon king who betrayed the dragon covenant, and now, the black dragon king has long since fallen... Recently, some exiled black dragons have been asking for asylum, and the Presto family has taken them in, and from them, I have received shocking news. ”

The gaze of the countess and Matthias. Shore's gaze collided:

"Master Shore, I know that you have been secretly tracking down the secrets of the Presto family, and today, I share it with you, the Black Dragons have been slaughtered... It was the undead who had slain them from the world of Draenor! Even the dragons can't stop them, how can the human kingdom preserve its existence under the undead soldiers? ”

"And more importantly... The forces of darkness have taken root within Stormwind, a rebellion in the Wild West! The fall of Red Ridge Mountain! Disaster in Nighttown! All this, none of this is accidental! ”

The countess closed her eyes, she recalled the information she had gathered in the past, and finally, she chose a breaking point:

"There's an undead force in Stormwind! And they're hidden right between the city! ”

"Wow"

This earth-shattering news made all the nobles in an uproar, King Varian also showed a sluggish expression, and the others looked at the people around them vigilantly, even Master Shore's thinking stopped for a moment, and the Chaldeans who were sitting on the side. Morgan's eyes flashed with a gleam of spirit, he could guess that the countess was talking about someone else's undead power, but he also immediately realized... The opportunity he's been waiting for, here!

"Sister! Help me! ”

Chaldean's fingers caressed the purple crystal dagger at his waist, and at his call, the voice that seeped into the darkness playfully let out a short, piercing laugh:

"You're finally going to use my powers, cutie, and you're finally realizing who you can rely on... Benedictas has enjoyed Enzos's secret favor for too long, but unfortunately he has not done enough, and his days of rampant dominance should be over! I'll help you expose him, but in return..."

"I'll give you a big festival!"

Chaldea almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence in his heart, and the next moment, a strange and dark power appeared in the entire Storm Fortress, and Count Berval, who was the most sensitive to energy, almost subconsciously snatched the long sword from the guard behind him, protecting Countess Caterina and the king behind him, and Master Shore disappeared into the darkness for the first time.

Before their eyes is the source of dark power... The bewildered archbishop... Benedictas.

Tyrion had warned the Chaldeans that the archbishop was hiding a more terrible darkness beneath the exterior, and the Chaldean priest who wielded the evil blade Saratas could clearly feel that beneath the archbishop's compassionate exterior was a dark soul like him.

They are all believers in the ancient gods, but there is more than one ancient god, and there are also contradictions between those powerful dark creatures, fatal contradictions.

"You! Archbishop! You..."

Berval looked at Archbishop Benitadis in front of him, whose whole body was shrouded in a strange and low shadow power, the sincere paladin's eyes shone with pain and anger, and Benedictas, who was surrounded by the sudden swarming dark power, subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to refute, but looking at the eyes of the people around him, he looked back at the Chaldean priest who was panicking and trying to flee from this place, the archbishop who had been hidden for decades finally only sighed.

"Alas... An excellent junior. ”

Exposed in front of everyone, this archbishop can no longer hide himself, there is an essential difference between the power that has been planted and the power he has, judging from the strange purple halo that surrounds him, those deferential and numbing scalps, even the most rudimentary magician can see the extent to which the archbishop in front of him is favored by the shadows.

At this time, he was like a black hole, frantically absorbing the light around him.

And the void energy in the archbishop's body at this time is like being opened a water valve, it can't be retracted at all, and a higher power is affecting him, Benedictas has felt this power countless times in meditation, but he knows very well that this is not a power given by his own benefactor, but from another ancient god of the same rank as his master, but has never appeared in history.

He was overshadowed, and there was no doubt that the strange ancient god had unabashedly revealed his hidden side to his own people, and what was more, he could not argue with it, for this was him, the truest of himself, and that bewildering whisper rang madly in Benedictas's ears, disturbing his mind.

Under the dual influence, the archbishop no longer hid his power, he waved his hands, and the flesh tentacles that erupted from the darkness swept wildly through everything around him, and the nobles who were caught off guard were like food, corrupted by the terrible power of the void in the scream.

"It shouldn't be now..."

A deep voice came from a dark purple halo, and Benedictas, who had completely exploded in power, had lost his human form, and he muttered, "It shouldn't be now, but... The kingdom of false gods will fall today, which is also... Don't worry! ”

"Boom"

The archbishop, wrapped in the power of flesh and blood, raised his hand, and a deep and obscure void energy swept towards Berval... Rush to the king behind him, Varian. Ureon!

"Humans will huddle behind high walls and die, and they can't see any other way out!"

"In the sublimation of flesh and blood, you will understand why resistance is futile... Nothing will be corrupted, the undead and demons... It's all the same! ”

"Protect the King!"

The paladin raised his shield, the scorching heat of the holy light shining on the surface of the shield, he struggled to block the void shot, but seeing the nobles severely damaged by the power of the void, Duke Berval angrily threw the long sword infused with holy light in his hand, severing a bloody tentacle that smashed into the king, and in the midst of the blood, the wild laughter of the Twilight bishop resounded throughout the fortress.

"Why resist? Instead of consecrating yourself to death, kneel to me, the void will grant you eternal life! If you see what I see, you will understand... There is no good, no evil, and no light... Strength! Only power! Only power! ”

"Boom"

The more frantic flesh tentacles wreaked havoc on the Stormwind Fortress like reckless beasts, even the stone steps on the top floor of the building were smashed, the remnants trembled and screamed at the roar of the archbishop, and the loyal royal guards brandished their weapons and rushed towards the impossible monsters, only to die one by one in the ravages of flesh and blood.

"We serve the true masters of this world! When their order comes, we will share in his glory! ”

"Bang"

A tentacle made of pure shadows smashed into the Duke of Berval, who was guarding the departure of the king and nobles, and on the battlefield of flesh and blood, the Grand Duke's whole body shone with scorching holy light, and he struggled to cut off the tentacles that fell from his head, but the second tentacle followed, and in the counterattack of Bolval's gritted teeth, a slender black shadow suddenly stood in front of him.

"Katerina..."

Berval looked at the delicate countess in front of her, who looked at him with a complicated gaze, and then she turned her head and raised her hand, and her slender arm quickly turned into a hideous and sharp dragon claw, which collided with the fleshy tentacles, which were quickly burned in the scorching shadow flames wrapped in the dragon claws.

"Black dragons, come and protect your masters!"

At this moment, under the gaze of the citizens of Stormwind City, more than 20 black dragons spread their wings from the noble area and flew to the top of Stormwind Fortress, under the call of their new queen, those adult black dragons savagely lifted the stones at the top of Stormwind Fortress, spraying the scorching dragon breath on the heads of the more terrifying flesh monsters in the hall, and those young dragons flapped their wings and landed in front of the nobles who escaped from the desperate situation, and after a while, the black dragons carried the nobles who escaped death out of the flesh battlefield.

Varian, who was holding the unconscious queen Tiffany, sat behind a magnetic black dragon, looking back at the royal court that had been covered by dragon breath and the power of the void, and the ugly flesh tentacles even penetrated deep into the sky, shooting down the black dragon who rushed to help, this nightmarish scene made the king's eyes full... Despair.

This kingdom, this kingdom that should have been reborn, that should have been full of hope... He can't see the future anymore.