"It's a conspiracy."

Darkan. Standing on a high ground in the Forest of Eternal Song, Drahir looked out at Silvermoon City in the distance, and from this direction, the tall walls of Silvermoon City had been torn from the edge, and in the cracks of the collapsed walls, the undead could be faintly seen staggering forward in the chaotic city, including slain soldiers, civilians in robes, and golems with core parameters tampered with.

The city where he has lived for thousands of years is falling into the hands of an increasingly large number of undead disasters, although every minute and every second there are high elf mages and soldiers returning from the southern forest, but this drop in the bucket of support can only delay the fall of the city, and on the southeast side of the city, those enchantment rune stones that he secretly found a long time ago are being destroyed one by one.

The continuous fall of the enchantment stone has caused the suppression effect of the Banti Renor enchantment to become worse and worse, and the pressure on the city that is still guarded by the elves is gradually increasing.

"Silvermoon City is over."

The wild Lord of Sarein reached out and touched his smooth chin, supported by a large amount of blood, his body had returned to the state of his early adulthood, and he had endless energy for him to squander, and after realizing the power of blood, Darkan knew very well that as long as he did not seek death, he could live in peace for many years... If he breaks through some kind of shackles in his body, maybe he can achieve the long-dreamed state of immortality.

This couldn't help but make Darkan look forward to it, he no longer observed the current situation of Silvermoon City, the life and death of those former compatriots had nothing to do with him, he turned around, on the ground behind him, was a one-person tall blood-colored "crystal", the painful face of the Blood Master Mother was sealed in it, on the crystal wall, he could clearly see Aurelia's long blood-red hair wrapped around her body.

"Bell"

Darkan stretched out his finger and tapped the blood-colored crystal in front of him, this strange material made a crisp sound, but it was not a physical seal, in fact, in Darkan's perception, the crystal in front of him was completely an extension of the blood master's self-power, and it was composed of the purest blood power to form a complex self-seal, perhaps to resist the invasion of the power of the sunwell.

"You are the key in my hand, the mighty Blood Master."

Darkan reached out and stroked the cold, piercing blood gem, and he whispered in an obsessive voice:

"You hold the future in your hands, but it's a pity that you, with such great power, are still bound by the feelings of mortals... But it doesn't matter, since this power is making you so painful, then give it to me. ”

The voice of the wild Lord of Sarein was full of anticipation and searching, but even with such a desire, Darkan knew very well that it must be a difficult and complicated process to extract the blood of the Blood Master's unique Sarein, and he needed a stronghold that could hide himself for a long time, and then slowly study the power of his longing.

Before that, he had to leave Quel'Thalas with the Blood Gem... Although Darkan is not a commander of the army, his life in the past thousands of years has given him unique wisdom, and the situation in Silvermoon City is now out of control, even if the High Elves can finally recapture Silvermoon City, those undead who have crossed the sea from the Northland will not give up so easily.

Although these undead of the North and the rumored Darkblade Undead of the Southern Xinjiang have the same life form, their style of acting is completely two extremes, the Undead of the Darkblade will only arouse warriors, but the Undead of the Northland will not refuse all the lives that have fallen, which means that the number of legionnaires of the Undead of the Northland will continue to rise exponentially in a terrifying way.

No matter what the future of Quel'Thallas is, in the near future, the country will not be at peace, and Darkan can vaguely guess that these northern undead landing from Quel'Thalas may not be just the land of the High Elves, judging from the current situation in the north, once the northern undead rush from Quel'Thalas into the Stratholm district in the hinterland of Lordaeron, the defense line carefully built by the human empire will collapse from behind.

"Once the undead of the north and the south merge, the entire northern frontier will immediately face the danger of subversion, and the forces behind the fear demon king of Tikdios, the demon is coming... Tsk, it looks like I'm going to have to get out of this land that is about to be destroyed by war. ”

Darkan's blood-red eyes shone with a sly light, and it was only a moment before he was ready to plan for the future, but just as he was using the levitation magic to hold up the blood gem behind him, and was about to leave Quel'Salas in the midst of the chaos, a neighing of a war horse suddenly sounded in the mountains deep in the Eternal Song Forest.

"Huh"

Darkan waved his hand, two active balls of blood magic wrapped around his arms, and the slender fingers turned into blood-colored claws in an instant, although the power of Salein gave Darkan a powerful maneuver of blood similar to magic, but perhaps it was some kind of instinct, and in times of danger, he became more inclined to his wind-like form and indestructible claws.

The most important thing is that the experience of taking life with his own hands, feeling the weak life in his own hands, the touch of killing hope, makes Darkan very fascinated.

Perhaps he didn't realize that in the process of drinking blood without restraint, his originally steady temperament was gradually sliding to the edge of mania and loss of control, and the kind of blood drinking brought a refreshing feeling that inspired the deepest part of his heart, and made Darkan immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

In contrast, if the Darkblade Salein is a group of vampires who restrain themselves, then Darkan is a bloodthirsty person who is completely unextreme, his appearance is very handsome, but under the body, his soul is twisting little by little, from human, twisted to inhuman.

"Da, da, da"

The muffled sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and Darkan was becoming more and more vigilant, he could feel that the person who came was a living person, and in the bloody vision of Sarein, he could clearly see that a beating light was approaching him, perhaps, it was a paladin who had come to die?

Thinking of this, a smile rose on the corners of Darkan's mouth, he stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his lips, his eyes shining with longing, he couldn't wait to drink blood again.

But... A moment later, the strange knight who appeared in the woodland did not make Darkan act rashly, because the knight in front of him... Dressed up a little, evil.

He was supposed to be a High Elf Paladin, as evidenced by the faint light that pulsed around his body, as well as the sharp ears beyond his helmet, High Elf Paladins were few in the entire Quel'Thalas, they were a new class born after the orc invasion, and a few years ago the orcs broke through the southern forest defenses of Quel'Thalas, resulting in the displacement of many elven civilians and the loss of many of their loved ones.

Every High Elf living in Quel'Thalas has very good magical qualifications, but for a highly developed magical civilization like Quel'Thalas, having qualifications does not mean that they can enter the role of fighters in this system, that is to say, those High Elves who hate orcs want to rely on the power of the country to become stronger, and then take revenge, which is basically unrealistic.

In that case, many elves who saw no hope were summoned by the Knights of the Silver Hand who entered Quel'Thalas, and soon the first High Elf paladins appeared in the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Myla. Dawnblade was one of these elven paladins, and of course, after joining Draenor with the team, he abandoned the power of the Light and the Knights of the Silver Hand.

This history is very clear, but the elven knight in front of him is not wearing the silver-white armor that paladins often wear, or the phoenix heavy armor worn by elves, on the contrary, he is wearing a heavy, rugged black armor decorated with skulls and black thorns, with a full-coverage mask, and even the war horse under his crotch is also wearing black harness.

From a distance, this guy looked like a black knight with an ominous aura, especially the hideous armor-piercing hammer he carried on his back, the terrifying weapon that gathered the hammer and blade, and also brought a heavier temperament to the slender black knight.

He seemed to be carrying a lot, a lot of heavy stuff.

The Black Knight sat quietly on his horse, as if he had no consciousness of his own, but Darkan could feel that under the helmet there was a pair of calm eyes staring at him.

"Who are you? Do you know me? ”

For this kind of guy who is not easy to mess with at first glance, Darkan is not willing to rush up directly to fight, the blood-colored crystal suspended behind him is the really important thing, therefore, while the two sides are facing each other, Darkan shouted loudly:

"Get out of the way! Knight, I have no intention of making an enemy of you! ”

"Darkan. Drahiel..."

At the moment when Darkan's words fell, the strange black knight pulled the reins of the horse, and with the low neighing of the warhorse, he jumped off the saddle and stood opposite Darkan, and under the heavy helmet, the blue eyes of the living man looked at Salein in front of him, and he whispered in a dry voice, like the collision and friction of two stones:

"You've failed, shameful... Fail! ”

"Huh?"

Darkan frowned, he did fail, whether it was the capture of the Blood Mistress or the political struggle, he was defeated, but this matter was limited to the upper echelons of Silvermoon City, how did this strange elf in front of him know?

"What do you say? Do I know you? Friend? ”

There was a hint of impatience in Darkan's voice, and his ten sharp claws of blood collided back and forth, and he said in a deep voice:

"Who the hell are you, the guy who hides your head and tail? If you don't want to say it, get out, I don't have time to play games with you! ”

"A letter arrived at your mansion 37 days ago... Hidden in that letter is a message that is extremely important to you. ”

The Black Knight gripped the ice-blue armor-piercing hammer behind his backhand, and his vocal cords seemed to have been corroded by some kind of force, which caused his voice to sound terrible, like the sound of the abyss.

"I told you everything you need, my request was insignificant, but you... Failed! ”

"You! You wrote that letter? ”

Darkan's blood-red eyes widened, and then, a strange smile flashed on his face, he looked at the black knight who drew his weapon, his figure took a slight oblique step, revealing the blood-colored gem behind him, and he made a "please" gesture to the black knight:

"My friend, although we have never met, you see, I have lived up to the important information you gave me, the Blood Mother is already in my hands, I know you want me to kill her to inflict heavy damage on the Lord of the Blades, and I am willing to do so, but before that, I must get what I need from the Mother of Blood... You see, we are collaborators, and I need you to give me more and more important information, in exchange, and I would be willing to pass her on to you when she loses her meaning to me! ”

The wild Lord of Sarein let out a series of low laughs:

"You can do with her however you want, that's fair, isn't it?"

"Wow"

The ice-blue armor-piercing hammer slowly wrapped around the heavy holy light, and in the flow of golden light, the black knight clenched the war hammer with both hands, and in his blue eyes, a trace of murderous intent flashed.

"Unfortunately, the cooperation has failed, because of your personal greed and shameful failure, I had to come in person to clean up this headache mess, you are not a good collaborator, and I don't want this to be known by others... I'm not like you, I'm living for a purer purpose, and I just want to drag Tyrion and his madmen to hell before the rolling pain knocks me down... That's it. ”

"So, please die, Darkan. Drahir! With your cursed disgusting life... Go to hell! ”

After the black knight's armor, two condensed wings of holy light suddenly rose, and the powerful power of holy light circulated on the surface of his body, and after a roar, this guy was like the bravest warrior of holy light, and pounced towards Darkan, the heavy armor-piercing hammer smashed into Salein's body, but before it hit, in Darkan's hideous laughter, his figure quickly turned into a black vampire bat, dodging the powerful blow.

In the next moment, Sarein's strange figure appeared behind the Black Knight, his staggered claws pulling out ten blood-colored claw marks in the air, and with a deadly roar, he grabbed the Black Knight's neck.

And at this moment, the black knight's left hand swung backwards violently, and almost without looking back, he smashed a holy light bullet filled with scorching energy.

"Bang"

Darkan's figure was smashed out of the air by the sudden counterattack, as if he had lost his balance, and his body slammed into a large tree behind him, and the heavy force broke the branches, throwing Darkan's body into the dirt on the ground.

A moment later, the wild Lord of Sarein rose from the ground, his face still scorched by the light burned, looking very embarrassed, while the Black Knight looked at him with a disdainful gaze with a warhammer in both hands.

"You're still a mage at heart, but you're trying to defeat me with your poor melee skills, what gives you the courage?"

"I have to say, compared to the Blood Lord of the Dark Blade, you, Darkan, you are too bad!"