"Spare me! Please! ”

The shivering witch hiding in the storage, looking at the huge wooden cheetah in front of her with a frightened face, she could not defeat the terrifying monster in front of her with all her might, she could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

But the forest spirits lacked affection, especially after seeing how these witches cruelly strangled those very gifted plants, and the forest spirits would not show mercy to them.

The wooden cheetah rushed forward and slapped the witch to the ground with one claw, and the next moment, Elder Lin Jing regained his humanoid form in a changing halo, he roughly lifted the witch by the neck, shoved a blood-red seed into her mouth, and then took a step back.

"Plants, pain, revenge!"

He spat out a few words in dry human language, and the witch in front of him felt that the swallowed seed was rapidly taking root in her body, devouring her flesh and blood to grow rapidly, and the pain of being plundered made the witch roll on the ground, howling in pain, but after a few seconds, she could no longer make a sound, because she became... A tree.

The bright red vines pierced out of the witch's shriveled skin, and under the command of Elder Lin Jing, like the craziest and most ferocious poisonous snakes, those barbed vines spread in all directions, and soon, those fish that were hiding in the darkness and shivering were discovered by the vines that began to spread in the cave, and... Engulf.

Compared to the masterful methods of the forest elves in controlling plants, the soul structures handmade by the witches are like children's toys, which are not worth mentioning.

"Poof"

The El Knight pulled his heavy sword, glowing with a dark green glow, from the ghost body of the Witch Mastermother in front of him, and the most powerful witch of the Witch Society only held up in front of him for 2 minutes.

The dark magic they excel at is completely unable to penetrate the Death Knight's anti-magic shield, and the trick they often use to enslave the mind is even more useless in the face of the Death Knight's tough soul, even the ghost body that is immune to most physical attacks is so vulnerable in the face of today's increasingly cumbersome and powerful necromantic rune system.

"Weakling, why do you fight?"

The El Knight is not a sentimental person, but at this time, he still expresses his feelings in the face of the rapid collapse of the Witch Guild under the stranglehold of the Death Knight and the Blightcaster Druids.

This is probably the weakest organization the Darkblade Knights have faced since they entered this world.

"I found it!"

Behind the El Knight, the witch Willis staggered to his side with a heavy dark tome in her hand, and handed it to the El Knight as if she were offering a treasure.

"The way to enter the realm of blight! I found it! ”

"Very well, Your Majesty will definitely be satisfied."

Al took the book and flipped through a few pages, his eyes suddenly attracted by other records, he turned his head to look at the witch beside him, and he asked in a low voice:

"The one in this book... Knights of the Ashes, what kind of organization is this? ”

"The Knights of the Ashes is a legend, and every kid in Drusva grew up listening to the stories of the Knights of the Ashes."

The sorceress Willé knew almost everything about the powerful and ruthless Death Knight leader's problems:

"It is said that our ancestors, when they fought against the dark forces entrenched in Drusva, they were born of a powerful warrior, they have their own unique set of heritage, they can greatly restrain the darkness like natural enemies, and the ancestors were led by the Knights of the Ashes to defeat the dark forces entrenched here, and after that, Kurtilas's dominance in Druswa was truly established."

"Huh? Restraining the dark like a natural enemy? ”

The El Knight narrowed his eyes, and after a moment he said to the sorceress Willé:

"This is important information, Willis, I have seen your loyalty and devotion to the Darkblade, and when His Majesty arrives, I will report to him all about your exploits, but now, I need you to find all the information about the Knights of the Ashes... Be confidential! You know? ”

"Yes, I will do my best!"

The witch leaned down and accepted the new order, but she also voiced her concerns:

"But with all due respect, the El Knights, the Witch Society have been looking for information about the Ash Knights for thousands of years, but they seem to have disappeared somewhat, some people say that the inheritance of the Ash Knights has been severed, and in the end, what is related to them is a sacred text that records the training methods and weapons of the Ash Knights, hidden in a top-secret place by the descendants of the Ash Knights, but no one knows whether this rumor is true or not."

"A descendant of the Ash Knights' leader? Who's that? ”

Al asked rhetorically, and the witch glanced in the direction of Klein Town, and she whispered:

"It's the Vicres family who rule this place... The local lords, with a powerful army, no one dared to snoop into their secrets in the era of the Witch Society. ”

"But times have changed, Willé!"

Glancing at the cowardly witch, the El Knight said in a deep voice:

"In the service of Your Majesty, you must leave behind all fear and cowardice... Until Your Majesty arrives, the Death Knights I have brought will fully cooperate with you, and must receive all the inheritance of the Knights of Ash from the Vikreth family! No failure is allowed! ”

This scolding made Willey subconsciously stand up straight, and she replied loudly:

"Yes!"

After the witch staggered away, the El Knight walked into a hidden cave in the secret place of the Witches, and in the darkness, he carefully flipped through the dark tome in his hand, and after confirming the authenticity of these records, the El Knight took out a uniquely polished Episis Communication Crystal from his personal pocket, and he activated it.

The next moment, in a dim and shining halo, the back of the Great Lich appeared in front of the El Knight.

"You're not stupid, Al, so you took the risk to contact me at this time, did you find something important?"

"Yes, sir... In the remote mountains of Kul Tiras, I found something interesting, in the records of the ancient ancestors here, an organization called the Knights of Ashes once had a method to suppress the dark forces, and from the description here, the inheritance they possessed should also have a certain suppressive effect on the Death Knights. ”

Al whispered:

"What about your opinion?"

The figure of the Great Lich was illusory for a moment, and after a moment, his calm voice came:

"Then find it... I will send someone to help you, and besides, tell our Majesty the truth about it, and he should know all this. ”

"But..."

"Nothing but! Your Majesty is the King of the Dark Blade, you and I are his followers, even if there is a conflict of ideas, you must be absolutely loyal to him, you have to remember, Al, we are not betraying Your Majesty, we are just perfecting his great plan, don't put yourself in the position of confrontation with Tyrion, you can't win! ”

The Great Lich's voice became ethereal, and he waved his hand, and the image in front of him suddenly dissipated.

"Do what a knight should do, and leave the rest to me."

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"I threw away the three warbands facing each other on the front line, threw down the battlefield on the continent full of smoke, crossed the endless Hanhai, and came to this poor country above the sea... If I don't get what I want this time, it's really disappointing. ”

In the port northwest of Drusva, the lighthouse, which was supposed to be controlled by Kurtiras's navy, was silent, allowing a ship shrouded in mist to sail across the shores of Drusva, finally docking in a ruined harbor.

The moment Tyrion stepped out of the cabin, before his eyes, the Death Knights, led by the El Knights, had taken full control of the port, and the original owners of the port, some of the pirates who had raided in Kul Tiras, were trembling and kneeling on the ground, and those who dared to resist had been thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

Under Tyrion's command, the necromancers have always had little patience, especially when dealing with non-civilian scum.

If you dare to complain more, the end is doomed to be very miserable.

Tyrion came alone this time, and as the spread of the Dark Blade in the Eastern Continent grew larger and larger, each place occupied required a corresponding lord to manage it, and even the most insane Luminas was appointed as the governor of the wetlands, and together with Sarufar, he oversaw the war situation between the wetlands and the Arathi Highlands.

In this case, Tyrion felt more and more that he was understaffed, and he urgently needed more and more professional managers, rather than letting the Death Lords who should be galloping the field sit in their offices,

A lot of the time, Tyrion would have wished he had come to destroy mere, and if that did, he and Darkblade would have much less pressure on him.

"Your Majesty, this is what you need."

The El Knight stepped forward and handed the heavy black tome in his hand to the King of the Dark Blades, Tyrion took it in his hand, looked left and right, then shook his head, and said in disgust:

"The Book of Human Skins, the old ones, the evil products that the wicked use to propagate distorted doctrines... It's disgusting to be evil for the sake of evil, I hate this thing! ”

As he spoke, he got into the black carriage that the Death Knights had prepared for him, and at the moment the carriage started, Tyrion waved his hand and whispered:

"It's a bunch of pirates kneeling there, right? I can smell their blood from so far away, and such scum won't be comfortable obeying our new system, so what are you keeping them for? ”

"Ding Ding Ding"

The low bell rang as the carriage slowly moved forward, and after the carriage disappeared into the harbor, the El Knights on the skeleton horses waved their hands, and the Death Knights behind him walked towards the pirates with their weapons in hand.

The town of Falcon, a town located in the southeast of Drusva, is one of the few towns near the sea in the mountainous Drusva, and on a clear day, standing on the harbor of Falcon, you can even see the largest city of Kurtilas, Berallas, the center of the royal power of the island nation.

But as far as the town is concerned, it is not much different from the other towns of Drusva, and beyond the town is a dark and ominous coastline, just like this rugged land, poisoned by ancient superstitions, and signs of witchcraft have infiltrated the town without people noticing.

The inhabitants of the area adorn their brick and wood houses with patina roofs and canopies, the amber window panes that always shine from the inside due to the humid climate of the country, and the anchor emblems that adorn the houses represent the important role of the sea in the culture of Kurtilas, who are the people of the sea.

In the middle of the town of Hayabusa, there was originally a huge and weird, scarecrow-like statue made of dry bones and trees, some people say that it was to prevent the witches' black magic from harming the civilians, but in fact, this sculpture itself is the masterpiece of the witches, who hid in the crowd and bewitched the town to build this thing, so that their black magic can enter everyone's dreams through the sculpture every night.

Torment them, drive them crazy, create chaos... Witches love it, even though they don't know what they're doing it for.

And now, the sculpture had been set on fire, and the frenzied flames were engulfing the dark magic constructs, and in the midst of the roars of the townspeople, several ugly witches who had been dismantled and bound with magical branches were also pushed into the fire by the strong townsfolk and under the calm gaze of the witherless druids.

Standing on the hill on the outskirts of Falcon Town, Tyrion stared coldly at the ignorant people who had burned the witches and rallied around the Blightcaster Druids, his eyes shining with mockery.

"In the past decade, residents of Falcon Forest and Xiaowan have burned at least 40 people... And the most ironic thing is that it was only today that they burned three real witches for the first time. ”

Wearing a long black hood, the sorceress Willis stood deferentially behind Tyrion, telling his majesty the story of the dark land.

"I was born in the remote town of Arrowvalley, Your Majesty, I have also faced such a dilemma, people say that I am a witch, they want to burn me, but in reality, it is just a prank of the witches hiding in the crowd... The people lack eyes to really see the truth, they are always blinded by gossip and push the poor girls into the fire with their own hands..."

"Good men do good deeds, but they die because of it, instigated by darkness... They are so cruel! ”

Listening to the witch's painful memories, Tyrion asked softly:

"Do you hate them?"

"No, I don't hate, Your Majesty, they are also bewitched, just like I was at the beginning."

Unwilling to see the revelry of Falcon Forest again, Willy, the witch, turned her head and pointed to the depths of the distorted dark red forest in the distance:

"The entrance to the Blighted Realm is there, Your Majesty, the place where the ancient Drusters tried to build their "hell on earth" in this world, and to this day, it is still full of dark magic, and many witches have fled here under our hunt... They tried to harness the dark magic of the place and struggled to the death. ”

"You should hate them, that's the human emotion."

Turning towards the dark forest, towards the legendary realm of blight, Tyrion said:

"You should hate their ignorance and cruelty, you should hate the ancient superstitions that shroud this land, you have lost your way forward, Willé, I know the feeling of being lost better than you, you need to find something to hate, and most importantly, hatred to guide you, to find for you... The way forward, hate it, and get rid of them. ”

"You've joined the Darkblade, and you're going to understand our mission... We are not here to destroy and destroy, we are here to fight for the betterment of this world, hold on to your weapons, it can give you the strength to get rid of the dregs that pollute the world, such as witches, such as those superstitions. ”

"Forget the past, but don't forget this hatred, you have found your own meaning in existence."