"Whew... Whew"

Heavy breathing sounded in the darkness, and in front of Dai Lin's eyes, the icy sea water was like a monster in a nightmare, crazy afraid to hit his body, and the cold water was like the tentacles of death, each one of which was terrifying.

He desperately broke free from the sea, and rushed his head out of the water, the sky above him was an ominous blood red, like the end of the world, he heard the cries of the soldiers, and he saw the demons flapping their red wings wrapping the fire around his fleet.

He also saw his son Drake, who bravely confronted the monster, but the next moment, his body was overwhelmed by the flames of the monster.

"No!"

Dai Lin suddenly woke up from the nightmare, he straightened up from the cold sand, his breathing was heavy, but after looking left and right, he realized that it was just a nightmare, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the sharp pain in his body made the admiral can't help but cover his abdomen, where there were wounds cut by the debris of the explosion.

His hands were also covered in dragon fire burns, but he managed to survive.

The sea water lapped against the white sand in front of him, Dai Lin raised his head, and could see the scorching sun, which made him squint his eyes, and soon, a burning feeling rushed to Dai Lin's heart, and he struggled to stand up.

"Drake... My son. ”

He turned his head, the admiral's eyes narrowed at this moment, and behind him, a figure in a black cloak was sitting on the rocks on the beach with his back on his back, while a skeletal war horse with blood-red eyes stood quietly beside this figure, and most importantly, his son Drake was in a comatose posture on the body of the war horse.

"Who are you! Stranger... Did you save us? ”

The Admiral did not immediately step forward to check on his son's wounds, his fingers reached for his waist, where the weapon he never left was stored, but where he had reached it, it was empty.

"Are you looking for this? Mr. Admiral. ”

The dark figure seemed to be able to sense Dai Lin's movements, and he reached out to his hand, a black, well-made short-barreled pistol made by a dwarven master and engraved with the royal insignia of Kul Tiras.

The stranger's voice was hoarse and cold, and his actions also raised Dai Lin's vigilance, but the next moment, this guy stood up and turned to stand in front of Dai Lin, and the familiar face almost made the admiral scream.

"Am I really a stranger? Your Majesty Dai Lin... You're too forgetful, aren't you? ”

"Mr. Tyrion!"

There was a hint of joy in Dai Lin's voice, of course he hadn't forgotten the ranger in front of him, when he was in Nanhai Town, he and his companions had saved Dai Lin and Drake once, and now, near this Tide Island, he had saved them again.

"Praise the Light!"

Dai Lin took a step forward, but his perception was so keen, and when he approached Tyrion, he clearly felt the strong aura of death coming from the person in front of him, the kind of cold, as if he wanted to choke his throat, and the temperament that was incompatible with the living.

This made him stop.

A jerky smile spread across Tyrion's face, and he looked playfully at the admiral in front of him, who looked uncertainly, and whispered:

"You're right, Mr. Dai Lin, I'm dead..."

"Death Knight?"

Dai Lin had participated in the war in the Hillsbrad Hills, he had seen firsthand how the Death Knights of the Horde brutally played with the dead, for Dai Lin, who believed in the Holy Light, it was simply the ugliest monster, and he had also heard about the tragedy of Dunhold Castle, where the Death Knights raided, killed the highly decorated Major General Blackmore, and polluted the important fortress of the Alliance, which directly led to the Tribe's flight.

If Dunhold Castle were still around, the tribes of the hills would not be able to escape so easily.

"Yes, the evil Death Knight."

Tyrion shrugged, Dareen's pistol flickered between his fingers, his ice-blue eyes looked at the admiral in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"I barely need to feel to know what you're thinking! That's right, I destroyed Dunhold Castle, I killed Blackmore, I also had a share of the invasion of Quel'Thalas, and Gavinrad, the Grand Knight of the Light, also died at my hands. ”

"Smack"

The cold pistol was thrown at Dareen's feet, and Tyrion spread his hands:

"Come then, Mr. Dai Lin, kill me and make you a true hero."

Daileen bent down to pick up the pistol, his fingers running over the cold weapon, and finally, he looked up, looked at Tyrion calmly, and inserted the pistol back into the holster of his belt.

"No, I refuse!"

"Huh?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he asked in a low voice:

"Is it because I saved you and your son? It doesn't need to be like this, you see, such an evil me, there is a purpose to save you, you don't need to be ashamed of it, you killed me, it is the will of the Light. ”

"In addition to this, I know that you have a clear conscience! Mr. Tyrion. ”

Dai Lin's face turned pale, and he coughed lightly:

"I've heard from Prince Arthas, who now lives in Kurtilas, that when the prince and princess faced the orcs, it was a quirky elven death knight who saved them, and that's you, right? Tyrion... You saved the children, and your conscience is not clear! ”

"Conscience?"

Tyrion let out a chuckle, "Are you sure I have that?" ”

There was no answer, and there was silence between the two of them, and after a few moments, Tyrion moved on to another topic, placing his fingers on the shoulders of the unconscious Prince Drake, an action that immediately put Dareen's fingers on the hilt of the gun at his waist.

Tyrion turned his head and watched Dareen's movements, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

"You're not as high-sounding as you say, but I'm not here to discuss the philosophy of life and death with you, Mr. Dareen, I said it, I saved you for a purpose, your son Drake deserved to die in this naval battle, and I changed his tragic fate and pulled him back from the shadow of death, you can not believe my nonsense, but you have to pay for it..."

"And at what cost?"

Dareen's fingers didn't take his fingers off the weapon, he looked at Tyrion, who with one hand, easily lifted Drake out of the skeletal warhorse and threw it at Dareen, who hurriedly took his son in his arms, he crouched on the ground, and carefully examined Drake's body.

His Majesty was in a terrible condition, the wreckage of the explosion pierced his heart, less than the palm of his hand, and his whole body was covered with burning from the flames, and he looked extremely miserable.

But his wounds had been frozen so that he did not lose a lot of blood, and the blood in his body was still flowing despite the severe injury, which ensured the prince's survival.

After confirming that Drake was not in danger for the time being, Dai Lin breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his head, and the next moment, the cold blade that exuded cold air was against his neck, and the sound that suddenly remembered, extremely cold, made people's scalps tingle.

"The price is... Your life! ”

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"Your Majesty, it's a relief to see you safe and sound."

The encircled dinghy leaned against the edge of the battleship, and Grand Knight Cyrus reached out to pull Dai Lin up from the boat, but His Majesty shook his head and sent his unconscious son to the deck with both hands.

"Go to Mr. Chaldeans!"

Cyrus glanced at the situation of His Royal Highness the Prince, and hurriedly shouted to the knight beside him, and in a short time, a transport boat carrying the Chaldean priest came to the ship where Dai Lin was temporarily staying, and began to treat the unconscious prince's injuries.

However, when he felt the normal flow of blood in the veins of His Royal Highness the Prince, who should have been seriously injured and in shock, and the strange frozen marks of the wound, the eyes of the Chaldean priest, who was famous for saving thousands of soldiers in Dunhold Castle, and even called "Saint", suddenly shrank.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, he probably knew how this prince and His Majesty Dai Lin had survived.

This also made the Chaldean priest's heart swell with a trace of powerlessness, he thought that following His Majesty's fleet into the sea, he would not encounter the dark shadow that entangled his fate, but he did not expect that the hidden horror still followed him.

While Prince Drake was being treated, Admiral Dai Lin sat in his captain's room, and under the pretext of being out of spirits, he transferred the command to another commander, while he himself pondered something in the dark captain's room, with the absolute loyalty of the Grand Knight Cyrus serving in order to protect his king at all times.

"Cyrus, you say, is there such a thing as fate?"

King Dai Lin suddenly asked in the dark, "Have you ever had the experience of facing the difficult problems of fate, you are in a dilemma, and in the end you can only choose an answer that is not so bad. ”

It wasn't a strange question that Dai Lin would ask, but the Grand Knight only hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Your Majesty, you know, I was born in Drusva, the place of the devil is the most superstitious place in Kul Tiras, and I grew up hearing horror stories about witches and the Black Forest."

"Yes, I know."

Dai Lin remembered his hometown, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet behind him, twisted it, took out two more glasses, and sat in the dark with his knight and chatted.

Sellers didn't think this kind of behavior was outlandish, in fact, as a veteran, he thought that Dai Lin's behavior at this time was normal, and any experience of passing by death would change a person.

His Majesty Dai Lin took a sip of wine to ease his nervousness, and he said slowly:

"I grew up listening to the legends of the Heart of the Forest, Assar, and the Knights of the Ashes, but Drusva..."

The king frowned, "The mage of Dalaran has been there more than once, and there are indeed some dark forces there that we haven't discovered yet. ”

"Yes, so I trust fate, Your Majesty."

Cyrus kept his heavy sword in his hand, he picked up his glass and took a sip, the sweetness of the wine as the veteran remembered his past.

"It was when I was a child, I was playing in the forest with a bunch of children, and even though the adults kept warning us that there was darkness and witches in the forest, the children were not afraid of that, until I stumbled and fell into a cave in the forest, which was full of twisted corpses, and it didn't look like a normal death at all, Your Majesty, you know, some people go missing in our place every year."

Dai Lin nodded, he didn't speak, he was also attracted by the story of the Great Knight.

"I'm so scared, I'm hiding in the dark, there may be... Well, one day and one night, I felt something in the dark, I didn't know whether to run or stay where I was waiting for help, until I was hungry and couldn't stand it, I mustered up the courage and ran towards the dark tunnel, I could feel that thing was chasing me from behind! Until now, I still have a tingling scalp when I think about what I experienced as a child, that's true..."

"I thought I was going to die... Until the moment I tried my best to break out of the darkness, I saw..."

The Grand Knight paused, probably because the memory was too thrilling, and he poured down a large sip of wine, and said to the king:

"I see Assar, Heart of the Forest! The sturdy stag, like the most magnificent deity, came up to me, it roared into the darkness, it waved its antlers like a sword, it protected me... Since then, Your Majesty, I have known that destiny is real... And it's all around us. ”

Sellers stretched out his hand and lit the hedron lamp, and he looked solemnly at his lord, and he said in a deep voice:

"But courage is equally important, fate is a darkness, courage is a candle flame, no matter how strong the darkness is, it only needs a little fire to completely illuminate it."

Dai Lin looked at the hedron lamp that dispelled the darkness, the light in his eyes slowly lit up, he poured a sip of wine, and he nodded to Cyrus:

"I see, Cyrus, thank you."

"There's enough time to rest, Cyrus, raise my flag... Let's set sail and slaughter those greenskinned orcs! ”

The Grand Knight nodded, and in the firelight, his lord returned... Dai Lin, really back.