Walking on a land infested by the undead is a very difficult thing to do.

Those brainless walking corpses and skeletons will not let you go because you are noble, and death-infused is driven by the most primordial evil to destroy everything. Dawnblade is not a paladin, and without the protection of the Holy Light, it is simply impossible for him to reach the Hellfire Citadel in the Sea of the Undead.

But Rao is so, when he saw the entrance to the Hellfire Fortress, the paladin's body was already covered with scars, as well as the stench of blood and gray-white bone residue belonging to the undead, the moment he saw Myra appear, the death knights guarding the Hellfire Fortress clenched their weapons, but in the face of the fate of being killed in the next moment, the paladin threw away the weapon he relied on to defend himself.

Looking at the faint blue light that danced in the eyes of the death knight, Myra whispered:

"I want to see your leader! Luminas. Masculence, tell her... Her lover came to pick her up and take her home. ”

The minds of the lower death knights are obscure, but they have at least basic sanity, so soon, the seriously injured Myra is sent to the Hellfire Fortress, and when she walks into the dark passage, Myra gritted her teeth and insistences on the will, and the darkness in front of him grows darker, and when the last ray of light dissipates, Myra sees the Death Lord coming down the steps.

She saw the familiar long fiery red hair, the cold cheeks...

Thanks to the Light, she is still as beautiful as ever...

A smile tugged at the corner of the paladin's mouth, and at the moment when his body fell to the ground weakly, a cold arm held him in the air, and Luminas looked at the unconscious, self-contained paladin, her eyes fluttering with red light.

Hatred, anger, unwillingness, grief, despair, longing, sorrow, and a hint of confusion.

"Go down and continue attacking the human camp!"

With a wave of his hand, the Death Knights retreated quietly into the darkness, and Luminas took Myra in her arms and walked to her chamber as the women's boots collided with the ground.

This is her problem, her trouble, she is holding the most important person in her life, how to deal with him, or not let too many people know.

Myra woke up again, it was already hours later, the paladins in the Hellfire Fortress did not know the battle situation on the front line, at this point in time, the tireless necromancers had already flooded the second line of defense of the Alliance's forward base, the necromantic infantry of the Hellfire Fortress had also been dispatched, the human base was in danger, and even the archmage Khadgar was ready to open the dark door to escape at the necessary moment.

In all of Draenor, no one cares about the survival of this extraterritorial people, not even the Darkblade Knights who launched the attack, no matter what they came for, they are destined to never achieve their wishes.

At the moment when the timeline crossed, the fate of this world was completely different.

Myra lay on the soft velvet bed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling glow in the dim spar lamp, a dark red hue, which shrouded the edge of the bed, and looked luxurious, and above the gauze tent, the rough and wild walls were completely changed, and the undead realized her quest for quality of life at the behest of the Death Lord.

The fiery red curtain hung beneath the walls, the beaded curtains made of precious stones, the ornate lamps inlaid with purple gems, and the heavy carpets on the floors, a style of decoration that Myra was somewhat familiar with, and the noble court of Quel'Salas seemed to be decorated in this way.

If it weren't for the conspicuous black Broken Blade banner on the curtain, Myra would have thought she had awakened in her homeland.

He struggled to sit up, and in front of the bed, next to the gilded full-body mirror in front of him, a slender and lonely figure was sitting, she had shed her cold armor and changed into a long black gauze dress, and even her hair had changed back to the way it had been when she was alive.

It's as if she's still alive.

"Lumi!"

Myra subconsciously stretched out his hand towards the back, and he whispered:

"You remember me, don't you?"

"Of course, I remember you, Myra. Dawnblade, I remember your face, I remember your eyes, I remember your taste, I remember everything about you. ”

Luminas stood up and reached out to brush her long, fiery red hair, her voice low, hoarse, hollow, cold and unfamiliar.

"Memories of you are rolling in my head, and I am often immersed in those golden memories, for which I am often rebuked by Tyrion, who says that I am self-destructive... But I can't control myself, even if every time I wake up, my soul will be painful and uncontrollable, as if it is torn..."

She turned, her dark red eyes shining with a cold, calm light:

"Myla, have you ever experienced that pain? It's like having two souls in a body, fighting for control of this body... Have you ever experienced that loneliness? ”

The paladin's eyes darkened, and this scene made the corners of the Death Knight's mouth burst into a sneer, and she swayed gracefully and walked towards the paladin, who was just about to move, but the dark red energy surging from both sides imprisoned him on the bed, and he struggled, but he couldn't get rid of the cold restraint, and he couldn't even speak.

"You're disappointed, aren't you?"

"Your former lover has become a monster after death, and a dead corpse is still moving, and it makes you feel sick, right? My Myra? ”

Luminas stretched out his fingers, the dark red nails scratching the pale's pale cheeks, and the Death Knight sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down, and whispered in the paladin's ear:

"What are you doing here?"

"Do you want to persuade me to return to the silence of death and accept the fate of death, or do you want to persuade me to spare the living? Do you think you're still as important to me as you used to be? As long as you open your mouth, I will do everything you want me to do... It's like in the past, the love between a bad girl and a good gentleman is as good as it used to be, right? ”

"Hiss"

Sharp nails streaked blood on the paladin's cheek, the stinging pain that made Myra struggle more often, and Luminas put the blood-stained finger in her mouth, she frowned.

"I'm sorry, I can't feel the smell of blood, but I can guess you're probably in pain."

"You're miserable, you're sad, you're desperate... I can feel it, but Myla... As I lay in the ruins of the aftermath of the battle at Daysom, I was buried in the darkness by the collapsed outpost, and in the dead silence of the hollow, I could feel the blood flowing from the wounds, and I could feel the life abandoning me little by little, like an hourglass... Do you know what I was thinking at the moment of death, the moment when the cold death embraced me? ”

"Myra, Myra."

Luminas's fingers tenderly caressed the paladin's wounded body, like a lover's consolation, she lowered her head, licked the paladin's earlobe with the tip of her cold tongue, like a lover's sweet words, she whispered:

"I'm thinking of you... Before darkness overshadowed my horizons, I thought, what about my lover? Where is the lover who swore to live and die with me? When I was dying, why wasn't the man who said he would spend my life with me by my side... Did he abandon me? ”

"Myra, tell me, at that time... Where were you when I needed you most? ”

"Poof"

The cold power seeped through his fingers into the paladin's wounds, and the sharp pain made Myra's face even paler, his eyes widened, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and this pain was not only physical, but also soul-inflicted.

"You ended up abandoning me..."

The Death Lord withdrew her fingers, she stood up, the negative emotions shining in her eyes, all emotions dissipated at this moment, her eyes became cold again, she crossed her waist, stood beside the big bed, looked at the paladin in front of her, she said in a deep voice:

"13 days, I waited for you in that hell for 13 days, even if it was just to collect the remains, even if it was just a word of sorry... All my resentment will dissipate, and I will accept my fate with satisfaction, but alas, I gave you 13 days, and you never showed up... Do you know why 789 people were killed in the entire battle of Dysom, but only one of me was resurrected by Tyrion? ”

"Because of resentment! What you can't get, it will turn into resentment, deception, and resentment... Love, love, will turn into the most terrible resentment ... I hate you! Myra, I hate you! ”

Two lines of tears were in the corner of the paladin's eyes, he struggled frantically, the weak light in his body and the death energy that imprisoned him confronted, tearing his wounds, letting blood fill his body, and those tears, I don't know if it was because of remorse or fear.

"Boom"

Luminas turned around, took out a bottle of fine wine from the wine cabinet behind her, took out two goblets, poured the blood-red liquid into the glasses, she took the two glasses of wine, and returned to the paladin, she looked at the person in front of her calmly, as if she were looking at a stranger.

"Buzz"

All the restraints were loosened at this moment, and the paladin fell weakly on the bed, he turned his head to look at the death knight in the darkness, cowardly tears covered his entire face, his lips moved, but the word sorry could not be said in any way.

And even if it is spoken, what can it be?

"Come on, have a drink."

The Death Knight set her glass aside, reached out and helped the paladin up, and sat him down by the window, she handed it to him, Myra. Dawnblade took the glass with a blank face.

"Bell"

The glasses collided together with a crisp sound, and the red liquid pulsed as it was sent into the Death Knight's mouth, and she took a step back and whispered:

"I've fantasized so many times that we'll see each other again, and I thought I'd kill you without hesitation and end the nightmare that haunted me once and for all, but when we actually met, I really understood Tyrion... Killing you won't solve the problem, it will only make you a knot in my heart that I can't untie, so I'll let you live... I will bury all the memories about you. ”

"Your fate will be decided by Tyrion, you have the same blood in your body, and only he has the right to let you live, or send you to die... You see, after the strangeness of life and death, you and I are real strangers. ”

The paladin sat on the edge of the bed, like a puppet in dead silence, and it wasn't until several minutes later that he looked up, an ugly, pale smile ripped out of his bloodstained face.

"Before I met you, I had childish fantasies, maybe I could persuade you to come back again, to come back to me, I thought I could accept everything about you, even if it was to continue to live in this cursed posture, but now I realize that I can't..."

His fingers clenched the wine glass in his hand, and he suppressed his inner emotions, and his voice became bitter.

"It's not that I can't accept the way you are, and I'm not..."

He choked up, he looked up, the eyes of this strong paladin were full of tears, he had never been so weak, both physically and mentally, he looked at the death knight with an indifferent face in front of him, and he whispered:

"It's irretrievable, isn't it?"

Luminas did not answer the question, she put down her glass, stepped forward, and crouched down in front of Myra, as if to comfort the mother of a crying child, she reached out and wiped the tears from Myra's face, brushed his golden hair away, she held the face of the paladin, and she whispered:

"Why cry? You're just getting out of a problem, I've let go of my attachment to you, let's live, until I see Tyrion, live well... That's the only thing I can give you. ”

"Huh"

The Death Knight's wrist was grabbed by the paladin, and the glass full of wine glass smashed to the ground, and at the moment when the glass shattered and the cold liquid splashed, Luminas subconsciously wanted to resist, but was stopped by Myra.

"Don't move"

With the current strength of the two sides, Myra was no match for the Death Knight at all, but Luminas obediently stopped struggling, and she looked at the paladin in front of her, who took something out of the pocket close to her heart, and gently put it on her finger.

It was a familiar ring, not flashy, not with traces of dirt and ashes, it was the ring she had thrown at Quel'Thalas, and it was at that moment that she decided to forget all about the past.

"It's something you lost, and I'll help you get it back."

Myra smiled and let go of Luminas' wrist, but the next moment, the cold lips were imprinted on his lips, like a hot kiss when he was alive, and the two hugged each other, as if they were going to completely imprint each other on each other's bodies, but at the moment when the paladin tried to hug the trembling Death Knight, he was pushed away by Luminas.

She staggered out of her boudoir, as if she was afraid of something, and the gesture was like running away.

Mai stretched his hand and touched his lips, there was still a trace of cold and peculiar aroma there.

A smile spread across his face, he took a deep breath, spread his arms, lay down on the warm bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

To hell with the Alliance! To hell with Tyrion! Let me be a selfish ghost...

All this can be salvaged... There is hope...

Yes, there is hope ...