In the early morning, the grass of the western wilderness flies, and the dew drops hang on the grass, showing the fertility and hope of this land.

And on a nameless hill, General Maxwell was in the middle of the Grian. Under the persuasion of the Stallman Paladin, he removed his long sword from Van Cleve's neck.

"Tell me, bandit, use your clever tongue to pick up a life from me."

The middle-aged general made no secret of his dislike for Van Cleef, but the latter did not care about this, he straightened his clothes and whispered:

"A few days ago, His Majesty Tyrion summoned me in Nighttown, and he told me about his plans for the future of this land, I can't be sure if that's true or not, but maybe you don't know, after the fall of Nighttown, there are rumors everywhere in the kingdom that the people there have been killed by the undead, which is not the case."

Van Cleef said to the two commanders in front of him:

"They're all alive, except for those who have taken up arms to fight the undead, the rest of the civilians have been sent to Red Ridge Mountain to start a new life in the ruins of Lakeside Town, where my comrade-in-arms Alex manages them and helps them start a new life... He turned out to be an architect in Stormwind, and he was good at management. ”

"Huh?"

General Maxwell and the paladin looked at each other, and he looked at Van Cleef suspiciously:

"Are you sure you're not talking in your sleep? Would the undead be so kind? ”

Faced with this suspicion, Van Cleef sighed:

"I know what I'm saying is hard to believe, but from my personal contact with His Majesty Tyrion, the undead under his command will only ruthlessly kill the warriors who oppose them, and for the civilians... It may not be appropriate to say so, but they are even more "lenient" to the commoners than the kings before us. ”

"Nonsense!"

The general scolded, but Van Cleef shook his hand, he had no intention of arguing with the general, he just told the truth:

"If you go to Red Ridge Mountain and see for yourself, the gnolls in the mountains around Lakeside Town have been swept away by the undead, and even General Gore and those soldiers who finally laid down their arms and surrendered in the stone fort have not been killed... They were confiscated of their weapons and now live in Lakeside Town, where the undead left them enough supplies to live for a year, and then left silently as if they had never been there. ”

"Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't get Stormwind breached, I would have thought it was still under the management of King Varian, and it was even more peaceful than before."

"Gore became a traitor too?"

Maxwell said angrily, "He's a veteran who enlisted with me and Reginald, that coward!" ”

"I personally went to persuade him to lay down his arms."

Van Cleeff said faintly:

"Just as I persuaded you now, and General Gore finally agreed with me, and I am sure you will do the same."

"The Lord of the Dark Blades has given the Brotherhood of Defia to govern the land, and he told me that there will be no kings and nobles in this land, and that all people will be given equal status, provided that there is no rebellion against the undead, and I seriously doubt their sincerity, and my intuition tells me that the undead are brewing some conspiracy that we cannot understand, that we cannot imagine, but listen to me... Whether there is a king or not, our people will continue to live in this land. ”

Edwin. Van Cleef bitterly persuaded him:

"Even if you live in the captivity of the undead, even if you accept their captivity, no matter what, as long as you are alive, there is hope, if you die, there is nothing, and you also know what kind of forces we are fighting against, even if you die, you will not really find peace."

"I don't believe in the undead, I don't believe in Tyrion's promises, but at least for now, they do show tolerance for the civilians, but if there is no wise enough leadership to manage the civilians, let their anger against the undead grow in broad daylight, think, General, how many innocent people will die when the storm is lifted."

Both the paladin and the general were silent, and Van Cleef reached out and grabbed their wrists and lowered his voice:

"I know you resent the undead, they won't stop fighting, it doesn't matter, I don't care, it's like the original intention of my formation of the Brotherhood of Defia, I just want to give myself justice, you also have your own insistence, but no matter how you choose, protecting civilians from harm is the starting point for any decision we make... So, please come and help me! ”

Van Cleef pleaded:

"Lay down our arms for a while and blend into the new world that the undead have left for us, civilians need to be protected, and once the undead turn their backs, they will need us, and the people will need a real army... General Gore did not surrender, he did not mutiny, he chose to endure humiliation for a greater goal, we are all the same! Only by preserving ourselves can we have the qualifications and hope to talk about the future. ”

"Even if you take Stormwind now, what can you do?"

Van Cleef said with a hint of loss:

"Emperor Lothar has failed with so many troops, relying on the 5,500 men of Sentinel Ridge, what can you do? It's just a waste of death, and your death will only make our enemies stronger. ”

"The king is gone, and now, it's time for us to choose our own mission, is it a senseless battle to die? Or do you choose to bow your head in order to protect civilians? ”

A choice was thrown in front of the General and the Paladin, undoubtedly a difficult one, and the General looked Van Cleeff in the eye, trying to see a hint of deception in those sincere eyes, so that he had enough reason to hack the bastard in front of him.

But no... From those eyes, he couldn't see the slightest deception and haze, only sincerity, sincerity that people couldn't refuse.

"I can't believe you! Van Cleef. ”

General Maxwell stubbornly said:

"You've taken refuge in the undead, maybe you're just using a conspiracy to try to dismantle the last loyal power of the Stormwind Kingdom, you're just in..."

"Enough!"

Van Cleef interrupted the general's rebuttal with a sudden rage, and he stared at Maxwell:

"There is no king here anymore, Varian can't protect us, everything last night has proved this, your loyalty to the king can't change anything, courage can't change the cold reality, wake up, general, if you want glory, you can take your sword and go to those death lords to fight alone, instead of pulling everyone to bury you with you!"

"I just... I just want to leave the last bit of fire for my people... It has nothing to do with whether or not you are loyal to the undead! I'm human, you're human, and we're incompatible with the undead! We'll never be them! Let's see the reality! ”

Van Cleef vented, he took a step back, looked at the general and paladin in front of him, and he whispered:

"This land has fallen into hell, all I can do is do my best to build a new home in hell for the people, if you are willing to come along, I will wait for you at the West Spring Fortress, if you are not willing... After you die, I will kneel on the ground and beg the Lord of the Dead to spare your corpses and give you a quiet home. ”

"It's all I can do... From now on, I'm going to live on my knees, for the sake of those behind me, and you... Stand and die, abandon all responsibilities and missions, and die like a coward. ”

Edwin. Van Cleef turned away, his waist had never been as straight as it is now, and it was also a courage to die for a noble goal and choose to live with a grovell.

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After the war, order in Stormwind City was restored very quickly, and the undead were able to execute any orders with a degree that no other living creature could match.

They would not complain in the face of any request, except for those Death Lords and High Knights who had their own minds and consciousnesses, all the undead who entered Stormwind City toiled hard under the orders of the Commander.

They had spent the morning cleaning up the crumbling walls of Stormwind, and at noon, when Tyrion walked the streets of Stormwind, not even a trace of blood could be seen... The undead infantry did their job well, and they cleaned up the ruins of Stormwind like a coin that had been wiped countless times.

Sparkling.

"All civilians have been handed over to the Brotherhood of Defia, and Van Cleef reports to you that it is expected that in a few days the Wild West will return to peace, and that the first civilians will return to their homes."

The Grand Lich Khadgar accompanied Tyrion through the paths of Stormwind, and in the houses on either side, he could feel the restless gaze of those hiding inside, the civilians who had been ordered to return to the building, still living in fear of death brought on by the undead, even if the necrons had left them with enough food and did not intend to kill them.

"You say, can Van Cleef manage these people?"

Standing by the canal of the city, looking at the river with a trace of gunpowder still in it, Tyrion asked:

"Do you think he can be trusted?"

"He certainly can't be trusted, my majesty."

Khadgar said calmly:

"For us, no living person can be trusted, but it is much better to choose Van Cleef than to choose someone else, because of his own experience, the thirst for justice and justice is incomparable to others, and his inner desire to protect the people, the desire to be a hero who is recognized, will make him our best assistant, and do his best to manage this land for us."

The Great Lich glanced at the silent Necromantic King, and after a moment, he asked, with a hint of confusion:

"Although I don't understand, why are you so obsessed with giving those who are alive a second chance? Wouldn't it be easier to build the new world of your imagination and accomplish that mission with loyal undead? ”

"It's simple, Khadgar."

Tyrion looked back at the Great Lich, and he narrowed his eyes:

"I just want those living people to crawl out of the quagmire of civilization under my guidance and truly embrace this world, on the ladder of civilization advancement, there is always a beast called "ignorance" in the way, it manifests itself in many forms, the royal power forged by blood, the meaningless aristocratic class, and the daily labor, the commoners who do not see any meaning in life, life... Life should not be lived in such an ugly posture. ”

"When I look back at the world from which I came, from the land of the dead, and look at the ugly shore, the fire that springs up in me, the flame that reshapes everything..."

"How does the mortal world work?"

Tyrion frowned, closed his eyes, and said:

"Seeing birds skimming through the sky as a bad omen, and meteors falling to the ground as a calamity, people pray to the priest in fear, but they don't know that everything is doomed... Faith cannot save lives, courage is not the last hope, the civilization of this world is on the wrong path, and I want to get it back on track! If I came here on a mission, I have seen enough of this superficial fantasy and inner ugliness in the past 300 years! ”

"To ravage it, to destroy it, that's my mission! Rebuild it, it is the mission of the seeds waiting to break through the ashes of the fire. ”

Tyrion clenched his fists, and as the Great Lich watched thoughtfully, his fists slowly loosened again, and he opened his eyes to see his own reflection in the water, the long gray-white hair, the thin cheeks, the ice-blue eyes, and the heavy smell that was wrapped around his body, the smell that did not belong to the cycle of life and death.

All this made him out of place in this world.

"This can't be done by the necromancy, because at the end of the day... We're just fakes that can't stand in the sun. ”