No one has an opinion, or rather, no bug has an opinion.

The Supreme Corvin himself has become so preevolent among the Mantis and Heroes that his every word would be obeyed, and if it weren't for the fact that the Mantis Demon does not have a male Bug King tradition, as long as Corvin wishes, it can almost immediately become the new Bug King of the Mantis Demon.

And while the Supreme One was dying, there was no opposition to his last command.

With the sound of insects, the other 10 heroes, both intact and dying, bowed their heads before Korvin and Kruck, representing their obedience.

But the Storm Raider himself, unable to accept this order, looked at the sharp amber one-handed axe in his hand, and whispered:

"But I... I'm too young for me to be able to, not to..."

"No, no..."

As if the Supreme had finished his last work, the tattered worm leaned against the cold wall behind it, and like a dying man, it said in the deepest voice:

"You're a good fit... I, the last believer of the Ancient Venerable, will die here, and you, who have brought a new faith, Kruk, will become a legend of the New Age..."

"The era of domination has come to an end."

After saying this, the Supreme One put the claw on his chest with difficulty, and made a warrior's etiquette to Krruk in front of him, and he used his last strength to shout in that sharp voice:

"Karakxi Hero! Keep fighting! ”

"Bang"

With the low echo of the voice, the claws of the Supreme Colvan fell to the ground, representing the death of the last Ashatic believer, and the complete end of an era.

Half-kneeling in front of the Supreme One, Krrook seemed unable to accept this, and he stretched out his claws to touch Kirvin's body, but the next moment, it was stopped by another voice coming from the darkness.

"Don't touch it."

The sound made all the mantis demon heroes who were still fighting turn around and grasp their weapons, while Kruck clenched the scarlet crescent axe in one hand and his dagger in the other, and looked at the man in front of him who slowly came out of the darkness, it was a tall human, wearing gray armor, a black cloak, and a full-covered visor.

On the front of the armor, there is a symbol of a black cross, and he is carrying a heavy sword with engraved runes, the shape of the heavy sword is very strange, like a heavy black cross, and the faint blue light shining under the helmet represents his identity, this is a necromancy, and judging from the breath, it is still the most powerful kind.

Ignoring the vigilance of the heroes, the man stood in front of Kruk, and said to him in a cold tone:

"At the moment of death, Colvan, the former Supreme One, it no longer belongs to you."

"Who are you!"

Storm Sweeper... Well, the new Supreme Kruck asked in a deep voice in the lingua franca he had just learned:

"What are you going to do?"

"My name is Bovar, Boval. I am an emissary of Vortagen, who has come to recruit a true dead king to join an organization unknown to you, but vital to the whole world. ”

Former regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Berval. Vortagan whispered:

"Lying behind you is a soul that is not understood by mortals, but is very much in line with the meaning of our organization, and its dedication to its own race, as well as its understanding of war and sacrifice, has been recognized by all members, so we send a summons to His Excellency Kirvin..."

"It must respond to that call, as it always has."

"We're not going to allow you to take it!"

The Poison Heart's wrist flipped and two slender scalpel-like green amber snapped into its limbs, and it stared at the necromancer in front of it, and it shrieked:

"No dead man can be trusted! You're a bunch of bastards hiding in the dark! ”

"Shh

Boval. Instead of being outraged by this provocation, Vortagen raised his fingers with iron armor to his lips and said:

"Be careful what you say, bugs. Personally, I don't care about these provocations, but you should know that there is another "big man" who belongs to the necromancy, and as for your obstruction and refusal... In my opinion, it also makes no sense. ”

At the moment when Bovar's words fell, several phantoms appeared in the darkness around him, and they were in various forms, including several humans like Berval, two heavily armed dwarves, a werewolf in robes, orcs, high elves with staffs, and finally a night elf in a cloak.

What's even more terrifying is that each of these phantoms has a heavy aura comparable to that of Boval.

"Get out of the way! Supreme Kruk, you are preventing a great destiny from befalling your most revered beings. ”

Bolval took a step forward, he looked at the mantis demon in front of him, and he whispered:

"The fate of Lord Kirfan is not over here, and you don't see the future it will have, so please don't try to extinguish it... Something must be left behind after crossing death, and today, we must take a mantis demon with us! ”

"Or... Would you be willing to take on this heavy mission in the place of His Excellency Kirvin? ”

"I..."

The Supreme Kruck tried to answer, but was grabbed by the wrist of the Clearer of the Heroes, the wisest of the heroes, who was struggling to prop up his body.

"Don't be impulsive! Lord Kirfan wouldn't want to see that. ”

Under the persuasion of Ijouk, Kruck finally got out of the way without saying a word, and under the gaze of the other heroes, Berval stood in front of the dead former Supreme Courvan, and said in a greeting tone:

"So... Korfan. His Excellency Karaksi"

"Welcome aboard... Forgotten Kings! ”

A few minutes later, watching the strange human necromancer carry the sarcophagus with Kirvin's body back into the shadows, Krluk looked at the scarlet crescent axe in his hand with some blankness, it took over the responsibility of taking LinkedIn Jie from His Excellency Kirfan to move on, but it didn't know what to do now.

Until it turned around and looked at the 10 heroes gathered behind it, these most elite heroes and warriors accumulated by the mantis demon in the past ten thousand years, they may not be just, they may be brutal, but they are enough to represent the heroes of the mantis demon civilization... Indispensable!

The Supreme Kruck took a deep breath, reached out and took off the black amber goggles on his face, tossed it aside, and then placed the crescent axe on the weapon buckle on his belt, it pointed to the portal that glowed green not far away, and then issued its first command as the Supreme One.

"Now, heroes!"

"In the name of the Supreme One, I command you..."

"Whatever I want..."

"Go home!"

At the same time that the Mantis Heroes were leaving the dark, icy and deep dungeon of Ulduar, another welcoming ceremony was taking place in another section of the continent of Northrend, far away from the Storm Crags, in a mountain ancient on the shores of the Dragonbone Wastes, in the halls of the Dark Castle known as the Order Fortress.

The Order Death Knights who had just finished Ulduar's mission had gathered here, as well as some of the living who were like-minded and willing to join them, as if to watch a sacred ritual, and in front of them, in front of the two elaborate wooden coffins, Grand Knight of Dathohan and Lord Kurtaz each held a soul crystal and placed them on top of the coffin.

The Order has done them and the High Lord of Death, Tyrion. The contract of the Dawn Blade, they completely wiped out the last remnants of the Twilight Hammer, after the Gugar and the last group of Twilight's elite cultists completely died in Ulduar, the entire Twilight Hammer has existed in name only, maybe in some dark corner of the world, there will be people who continue to play the name of the Twilight Hammer, but that's okay!

The Order allows the madmen to continue their evil deeds, as long as they can withstand the judgment of the Order Inquisitors that follow...

The long hunt is finally over...

Over the past few years, the Order Warband has traveled almost every inch of Azeroth, inheriting a philosophy that may seem naïve to Tyrion and the Darkblades, but they have put their ideas into practice, showing that it is not only brutal warfare and planning that can make this world a better place, and that there is a harmonious coexistence between death and life.

And Tyrion also saw that these naïve guys were constantly sacrificing and growing themselves, and finally became qualified members of the neutral organization of Azeroth, and the past betrayals have been forgotten, at least in the eyes of the High Lord, these death knights who defected from the Dark Blade may not be worthless.

That's... Let them continue to exist, add some fun to this boring and boring world, but the door of the dead will never open to them again... They were exiled forever by their Creator.

But at least from the Order's point of view, they're free, and finally don't need to live in Tyrion anymore. In the shadow of the Dawnblade, they already have their own free future, and even took back their brother from Tyrion... What could be better than that?

Without!

"Joe. Al! ”

Grand Knight Da Sohan touched the black soul stone on the coffin in front of him in a deep voice, and he whispered:

"It was you who brought us another kind of thinking under the Absolute Order of the Blade, it was you who found a truly viable path for those of us who were at a loss, and it was you who sacrificed for our existence in the first place... You are someone that all those who walk on the path of order should be respected and remembered. ”

"But we will not forget what you have done for us, and we will give everything for you, and today, you are finally home, my brother who has traveled far away on the border of death... Wake up! ”

"Buzz"

The infusion of death power made the soul stone in front of him let out a low hum, and between the dark halos, a sleeping soul was pulled out of the soul stone, it was the appearance of a standard Darkblade Death Knight, wearing the original Darkblade military uniform, under the short black hair, was a weather-beaten face.

This is Joe. Al, a human knight who has experienced many, many things, a brave man who dared to rebel against Tyrion, who was still the "King of the Dark Blades" at the time, although it cannot be said that the change in style of behavior since Darkblade Whispering Harbor was Joe. For El's sake, this knight is indeed one of the important factors that prompted Tyrion and the entire Darkblade Legion to make changes.

So it can be said that Joe. Al, who was also the one who saved half of Azeroth in the first place, although he was most likely a pawn used by the previous Grand Lich Khadgar, that didn't stop Joe. Al makes his choice in his own way.

He was no more humble than his soul mentor, Khadgar.

And in Joe. Next to the soul of the El Knight, Lord Kurtaz also released the soul in another soul stone, which was the soul of a high elf with a slender body and a handsome face. Al's soul was at peace, and his soul seemed to be a little painful.

His name is Alex. Aznab. Flame Blade, is a strange paladin, a person who has done betrayal, some of the things he did were not honorable, especially the matter of conspiring with the High Elf ** Master Darkan against the Blood Master, that is not what a righteous person should do, but Aznab also made his own choice at the last moment.

He and Joe. In the night of Whispering Harbor, El dragged Tyrion with his own sacrifice. Dawnblade, without their self-sacrifice, the Order Warband, who had already committed their betrayal, would not have survived the enraged Tyrion, and Aznab himself was one of the warriors who dared to challenge Tyrion, and his courage was definitely commendable, regardless of his style.

Both of their flesh and blood have been completely destroyed by Tyrion in the war in Whispering Harbor, but fortunately, the Order itself is also an organization that uses necromancy, and they have selected two bodies from the years of war, from among the knights who have fulfilled their wishes and voluntarily fallen into eternal silence, catalyzed by magic, to serve as Joe. Carriers of the resuscitation of Al and Aznab.

"Wake up, brothers!"

In the low call of the dwarven lord, under the manipulation of the death mages next to the coffin, between the black energy that escaped like mist, the two souls slowly merged into the body, and in the coffin dotted with some inscriptions, their fingers began to beat slightly, and the expressions on their faces began to change, as if the sleeping person was about to wake up.

"Ahh

Joe. Al opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had been in a long dream, he was a little dazed, a little difficult to move his neck, this did not belong to his body has not yet completely merged with his soul, making his movements look a little funny, but the next moment, from the fighting instinct of a brilliant death knight, made him quickly sit up from the coffin.

He looked at the necromancers around him, most of them he hadn't seen before, but there were others he was familiar with, some of the 800 Death Knights who had left the Darkblade Legion with him in the first place.

He would never forget their faces, the determined looks, and in the strange times that years later, he saw the sparkle in the eyes of his companions again... Just as they had been when they were out of the Shadows.

They have never regretted it... And isn't this the scene he has looked forward to countless times during his long hibernation?

"I..."

Joe. Al actually walked out of the coffin with the help of Dassohan, and he looked at the others, and then at the brothers who were waving at him, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"I... Finally, home..."

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