Raven Ridge, an ominous name, was a modest town a few years ago, a stopover from the Western Wilderness to Nighttown, where many merchants would build warehouses to stock up on supplies.

The mysterious herbs of the Sunshine Forest, as well as minerals and grains from the western wilderness, are traded here, and then sent to the Red Ridge Mountain or the Black Swamp in the other direction via the trade routes of Nighttown.

However, the invasion of the orcs and the leakage of Karazan's dark power completely ruined all this, and no merchants would pass through here, so Raven Ridge declined, and what is even worse is that after the defeat of the first orc war, those soldiers, civilians, and even nobles who were killed by the orcs were buried in the abandoned Raven Ridge, and for those warriors who remained in the Stormwind Kingdom after the destruction of the country, the Raven Ridge Necropolis is their final destination.

It was a time of despair, and the Urians led their people to the north, where the remnants of the army saw not even the slightest glimmer of hope in the south, which was completely overrun by orcs.

It was also at that time that Duke Eberlock, who commanded Nighttown and the entire Twilight Forest region, formed his own private army into a legion, called the Night Watch, and today, after the recovery of the Stormwind Kingdom, the Night Watch, who are still numerous and powerful, have become a hidden concern in the hearts of the king's ministers.

Soon, though, they won't have to worry about the legions of the Night's Watch.

Because someone will help them ... This force, which is very threatening to the king's rule, is completely "digested".

"I said, hasn't Your Majesty left yet?"

The Blood Gnome wielded a thigh bone in her hand and jumped up and down the tombstone of the dark and eerie Necropolis, using her bones to banish the ugly, shivering ghouls that had been born naturally from the dark energy, and turned her head to look at the Silent Raven Man standing on the branch, and asked in a loud voice:

"Now that the attention of the entire Stormwind City nobles has been successfully shifted to the rebellion in Moon Creek Town, if you want to choose a time to do it, now is the most suitable time!"

There was a hint of pride in the gnome's voice that couldn't be concealed, because the movements of the entire Stormwind City so far were basically controlled by her alone, and for a new commander, achieving all this without calling on the power of the Legion already illustrated the vampire Ella's ability.

And in the face of her questioning, the crow shook his head, and said in a jerky voice:

"Your Majesty's whereabouts are a secret! If you really want to know, I'll just tell you that he's been watching you and your actions, that's all. ”

"Bang"

The gnomes waved the bone stick in their hands and vented as if they had to smash it on the head of a ghoul, this "original" undead creature was very ugly and hideous, it had a humanoid body, but because of the transformation of death energy, the ghouls' bodies were curled up, and they looked very obscene, and their twisted and deformed faces had interlaced sharp teeth, and their hands had also turned into bone claws, and their whole bodies were wrapped in rotting flesh and blood.

And as their name suggests, these disgusting monsters feed on corpses because of the endless hunger and thirst that death brings.

They can be called nightmarish monsters, but their strength can only scare and scare civilians, and under the pressure of high-ranking undead such as vampires, these ghouls who were brutally driven out of the necropolis by Ella can only lie at Ella's feet, shivering.

"Don't we really need these soldiers?"

Ella looked up again at the crows, and she pointed to the ghouls at her feet: "The civilians are afraid of them, and if you drive them to Nighttown, many soldiers will lose their fighting spirit!" We can take advantage of them! ”

The crow glanced at the ghoul's ugly appearance, and he shook the head of his bird:

"This is not in line with Your Majesty's aesthetics, they are too ugly, they smell of the dead, Your Majesty will not want such lowly creatures to appear in his own army, they are not enough to be our weapons!"

"But ugliness is also a weapon!"

Ella crossed her waist and stood on the tombstone and retorted, "Our enemies will be terrified of their ugliness!" ”

"Whoosh"

The crow's body disappeared from the branches, and the two dark winged blades swirled with it like the wind, bringing a storm of death in front of Ella, and in less than 3 seconds, the ghouls lying there were completely dismembered by the sharp weapons, and the crow assassin shook the wing blades in his hand, shaking off the stinky blood from the blades, he glanced at the dissatisfied dwarf vampire, and he whispered:

"I've already said it, Your Majesty, you don't need this!"

Ella frowned, she stared at the Raven Assassin in front of her, the sharp canine teeth at the corners of her mouth faintly pouted out of her lips, and the crow's black eyes shone with a touch of calm, the winged blade in his hand was not sheathed, it was clear that if the dwarf vampire in front of her wanted a provocative battle, this heroic assassin from 600 years ago did not mind giving her a "lesson".

"Buzz"

At the same time as the two confronted each other, in the center of the Raven Ridge Necropolis behind them, dark energy faintly came, the crow raised his head, put away his weapon, flapped his wings, and disappeared in place as a light wind, and Ella also withdrew his sharp teeth, and glanced at the corpses of the ghouls at his feet with indignation, and after a moment, the gnome frowned again.

"Well, you scum, you're really ugly..."

"Buzz"

The gnome's body also turned into a ball of flying black bats, flying towards the very center of the necropolis.

At this time, the lich Arugao, who was still wearing his living robes, stood in the tomb of the Morning Light Forest below the cemetery, which was a large tomb specially prepared for nobles, and in the mouth of the clerk of Night Town, the high-ranking undead knew the story about this tomb, and many soldiers who fought bravely were also buried here when fighting against the orcs.

These deceased, who have been washed by the flames of war, who are full of courage, who are unwilling to die, and who are eager to continue fighting, are the qualified soldiers that the Darkblade Legion needs... They are born with the possibility of becoming a junior knight.

Arugao's cold fingers flipped over the Book of your, suspended in the air in front of him, and stayed on the page of Master Uhl's research on necromantic summoning, according to the summoning master who had died in the assassination, Arugao threw a cloud of dark and full death energy towards the sarcophagus that was safely kept.

In the face of the upcoming strategy against the Stormwind Kingdom, Tyrion needs a large number of lower-level knights to command an astonishing number of necromantic seas, and for those lower-level knights with great potential, proving themselves in the war is the promotion mode that meets the needs of Darkblade.

Behind the lich, there was a pile of various spell-casting materials, which had been collected by the Darkblade Consortium, which had taken full control of the Treasure Bay, in a matter of months, and could fully satisfy three to five large conscriptions, which was about the number of all necropolises in the entire Stormwind Kingdom.

"Every time I see this scene, I feel the greatness of death."

Ella stood behind the lich, watching as hundreds of awakened dead bodies pushed through the heavy sarcophagus and crawled out of the sarcophagus bit by bit, watching the decaying bodies rejuvenate in the infusion of death energy, her bright red eyes filled with a longing.

"They will be the cornerstones, and their sacrifices will bring an empire of darkness unprecedented to Your Majesty and to us."

The vampire's exclamation also made the intact assassin crow blink, the assassin couldn't help but blink, the assassin watched those necromancers under the command of the silent Arugao, according to the different powers they existed, divided into two camps, the lower knights and the undead infantry, seeing the self-aware necromancers in front of him more and more under the effect of the huge dark circle, the crow couldn't help but laugh.

"What should the living use to resist us? A bunch of rebels just left them scrambling, they are not qualified to occupy the land under their feet... They are wasting their lives, and it's time to use a war to remind them of the meaning of life. ”

"Fight, it will be the most just elimination! Wash away the mixed kingdom of humanity, and only true warriors will survive to the end! ”

The crow closed its eyes, and the bird's claws scratched in the air:

"At that time, I will enjoy the glory of killing those warriors... I will give them glory myself, ah, the darkness begins to march... We're going to destroy everything in our path..."

"If you still have time to make senseless feelings, why don't you help me?"

The lich Arugao did not look back, and said in a cold, merciless voice:

"Our mission in Raven Ridge has just begun, the quality of the materials in the Morninglight Forest Crypt is the best, I will be in charge of it myself, and there are thousands of walking corpses waiting to be awakened on the surface, and you will be in charge of them... Our time is tight, fellow travellers, and before His Majesty arrives, we need to prepare a warlike werewolf legion for him, in addition to the undead Night Legion! ”

"Werewolves?"

Ella's eyes widened, werewolves seemed to be villains in the vampire stories she had heard since she was a child, and she blinked and asked:

"I've never heard of werewolves in the Elwyn Forest area, aren't Wolf in Gilneth?"

"Hehehe, stupid wisdom."

The lich made no secret of his disdain, his fingers slashed in the air, and another cloud of death energy poured out of the dark circle, thickening the death energy around the bodies of the hundreds of undead standing above, and the mutilated souls were returning to their bodies little by little, the transformation of the death knight was a complicated process, even for the lower knights.

"Who said only Gilneth has werewolves?"

Arugao casually flipped through the pages of the Book of Your in front of him, the graceful font stayed on a blank space, and looking at the spatial coordinates that had only been recorded recently, a cold glint flashed in the lich's eyes:

"In the illusion of the Dream of the World, where the spirits of the rampaging beasts are trapped, what we have to do is simple... Break the blockade and unleash them, the Twilight Forest is a great testing ground, where dark energy is abundant, and close to the entrance node of the Emerald Dream, all I need is time... Insignificant time, that's all. ”

The Lich's words were full of some kind of mysterious message, but curiosity was dispensable to the dead, so no one asked.

"One last question!"

After the crow turned to leave, the dwarf vampire stood behind the lich Arugao, and she raised her hand like a student asking a question in class:

"The armor and weapons of the newborn knights need to be crafted from the mines of Yuexi Town and enough craftsmen, but it is difficult for the newborn Defia Brotherhood to even fight against the encircled human infantry, they are not warriors, just a group of workers who have been forced to take up arms, so, I want to take some enhancement potions from you and give them... Anyway, those things were brought out of the alchemy laboratory in Oldem, and they also needed to find test specimens. ”

"Hmm... Your considerations are very reasonable. ”

The cold light in the lich's eyes jumped: "This is Your Majesty's great journey, it cannot be postponed because of external factors, I can give you a batch of enhancement potions, but in return, you need to tell them clearly that the armor and weapons we need must be delivered on time... Otherwise, they lose their meaning! ”

"What doesn't make sense doesn't have to exist."

The lich waved his hand, and a rift in the space used to hold supplies opened behind him, and the dwarf vampire dragged out a black wooden box from it, placed it on the ground, and opened it, lined with black velvet, with small vials of black, green, and gold potions, a total of 90 bottles, and on the surface of the wooden box, a line was written in Salas.

"The "Divine Blood Elixir" test product series is an export type, the property of the Dark Blade Foundation, please use it with caution, and for any consequences caused by this product, the Alchemy Laboratory and the Dark Blade Foundation will not be responsible for any consequences caused by this product, and will not pay any losses."

"I really shouldn't have asked Buddy's goblin to be in charge of these products, look at the product description, it's full of copper smell."

The dwarf shook her head in disgust, scratching at the line with her sharp nails, and then lifted the box in satisfaction, glanced back at the lich's transformation circle, and disappeared into the dark tomb.

Behind her, Tyrion's new legion, which was unaware of the infighting of humanity, took shape little by little, and when this legion brewing in the darkness appeared in broad daylight, there was no doubt that it would bring unimaginable disaster to the newly rebuilt human kingdom.

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