Chapter 1069 22. Jihad Declaration

The fog of death that enveloped several cities in the entire Knossos world dissipated as promised at dawn three days later.

Soothed by the green sunlight of this demonic world, these demonic cities surrounded by rolling quicksand seem to have been washed by running water, washing away all the haze, malice and darkness, and at the same time washing away all the haze, malice and darkness with something deeper. It's full.

In the deathly misty dead zone, 70% of the demons on this planet died silently in the sudden arrival of the kingdom of death, and were strangled by the materialized death, making them always bring pain to other lives. They were devastated and destroyed, and they also experienced the tragedy of their homeland being destroyed and the world withered.

This wasn't just a declaration of war from the victims, it was more like a planned massacre.

The condemned knight who completely let go of his hands waved the staff of the fog of death. After hundreds of thousands of soul-destroying gods of death followed his footsteps to bring about the end, wherever he went, everything became dim, and the weak ones would be killed The soul and life are harvested together, and those who are strong and able to survive the torment of the fog of death will be regarded as targets of slaughter by the dark knights.

Twelve of the 13 dreadlord cities in Xoros were razed, and the last city was filled with fearful demons. They watched in horror as the blue mist enveloped the last city, and they resisted. However, they struggled, but the result of their resistance and struggle was only the end of a more violent death. No one could defeat the knight who brought the mist, not even to block it.

In the mist, every movement of the black shadows would be accompanied by a howl of fear. They were so desperately waiting for the final destruction, but...the Scourge Knight let them go.

Just like when he appeared, he disappeared without a sound. At the moment when the green sun representing the salvation of the devil rose on the third day, the fog of death surrounding the city of despair dispersed quietly, revealing The soaked yellow sand, everything seems to be back to normal.

But no one wants to stay in this dead world any longer.

Hundreds of thousands of demons in the last city boarded the starship at the fastest speed, left everything behind, and sailed to the stars.

And the scene of nearly a hundred colonial starships of the Dreadlord flying into the sky was captured by the two death knights standing in the desert. Kurtaz and Dathrohan rode death horses, and they looked at the Fugitive demons into the stars, and they have no intention of stopping them.

"He put them back in order to convey the news of our counterattack, in order to attract the attention of a more terrifying enemy."

The dwarf death knight Kurtaz let the scorching yellow sand slap his icy body. Under the green sunlight, the dwarf seemed to be covered with a unique halo. He said:

"It's like in some wars in Azeroth, releasing the terrified prisoners, and letting the vanquished spread the glory and horror of the victors to the world... But I don't think he has yet So boring, behind this incident, is there a meaning that I haven't understood yet?"

Facing the dwarf's question, Dathrohan did not answer immediately. He watched the fleets ignited with blue flames rushing into the sky. After a few minutes, he said softly:

"This is another test, which means that the cruelest war is coming."

"That's his usual method. With a wave of his hand, he gave us a world. Now it's time for us to express our "sincerity" and prove that we are worthy of this "gift". Yes, these fleeing demons Will bring back the news of our presence to the Burning Legion, and then he will have the enemy he wants, and we will have the war we must face."

Dathrohan's eyelids drooped, and he said:

"Just like before, he has his wars and we have our opponents."

"Go, knights, occupy that city and gather all available resources! There is not much time left for us!"

Under Dathrohan's order, groups of death knights wearing black armor, carrying hot weapons, and swords and battle axes rode across the scorching sand dunes, and quickly moved towards the distant demon city , The black cloak fluttered in the green sunlight, making these death knights look full of power.

But Kurtaz and Dathrohan did not follow them, they still stood on the sand dunes where they were, and their figures became somewhat blurred in the scorching sand storm.

"Well, I know."

The dwarf shrugged unhappily, and looked at Dathrohan:

"There is another question. I have heard about the negotiations between you and the Church of the Holy Light. Do you really want to sign the terms they proposed? Incorporating the Order into the system of Holy Light belief and civilization will become the so-called "Never Dormant guardian of civilization, you should be clear that once we enter that system, it is equivalent to entering the world of the living again.”

"I don't really care about that, but..."

Kurtaz said with some concern:

"What about his opinion? Would he agree with our definition of 'death'?"

"Why doesn't he agree?"

A sincere smile appeared on Dathrohan's pale face, which made the big bald man look less indifferent. He said:

"It's just a name, expressing goodwill and redefining ourselves will bring us a steady stream of soldiers, and will greatly increase our chances of defending the star battlefield. Politics, beliefs, these issues are not what we should care about. We have only one identity from beginning to end, that is, soldiers, soldiers! Our destination is the battlefield, not the so-called faith."

"What's more, do you think he won't know if I don't tell you? If he doesn't agree, then the terrifyingly strong Scourge Knight will destroy us after destroying this world, but he didn't do that... .It represents a little bit of approval and indulgence."

"Oh, by the way, there is good news."

Dathrohan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly. Behind him, a dark red door that throbbed with the power of death opened in the vast yellow sand. Accompanied by the rhythm of the dark red death energy, a man in heavy armor, A figure with an epee on his back slowly walked in from the other side of the door. It was a tall human being with hideous scars on his face, which represented his past and present identities.

When he saw the face under the black-horned helmet, the dwarf death knight let out an exclamation:

"Gavin Ladd!"

"Yes, it's me!"

The last Great Knight of the Silver Hand, who had been dead for almost ten years and was almost completely forgotten by everyone, moved his body. His eyes were shining with a faint blue light. He stretched out his hand and greeted the dwarf. A slightly indifferent smile danced on his face:

"Long time no see, Kurtaz."

"I have heard the call to war, and therefore I have returned from the grave."

"Death Knight Gavinrad Doom, return to the battlefield!"

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In the distant Azeroth, in Kalimdor, the human cities in Thousand Needles are all built of white boulders. In today's city square, there are crowds of believers of the Holy Light. There is almost no open space in this huge square, and pilgrims from various cities are everywhere.

Although in the eastern continent and in the federal control area, Shengguang Zhengfa is a little dim, but in the mainland of the empire, Shengguang Zhengfa still maintains the status of "state religion". Under the impetus of the returning "saint" Chaldea Morgan Now, Shengguang Zhengfa is embracing other beliefs that have newly entered the empire with a broad attitude, but it maintains absolute suppression of them.

Even in the Kaldorei society of the theocratic country, the first batch of elves who believed in the Holy Light appeared.

The Tauren, who practice the ancient Way of the Sun Walker, also became a branch belief of the Holy Light a year ago.

Not to mention the teaching of the Holy Light of the high elves that flourished in Feralas, and the unchanging way of the Holy Light of the Draenei people on the distant Northrend continent.

After a series of improvements, this ancient belief has been reborn in pain and suffering, and it has become a very important part of the Kalimdor continental civilization.

And today, His Majesty Alonsus Faol, who enjoys a high reputation, will issue a new "Declaration of the Holy Light" in the city hall of Baita City Port. This is a sacred moment, and any faithful believer should not miss it. And for those believers who failed to come to the scene, with the help of the Dalaran mages, there are "live broadcasts" of this holy light sermon in various human kingdoms and even cities of other civilizations.

On those magical projections, believers can feel immersive.

The recent somewhat chaotic political situation has also become calmer because of this sudden sermon. Any noble with a brain knows that the Pope cannot be angered. The next is the person with the highest status in the entire empire, and the most terrible thing is that if the Pope declares that a certain nobleman is impure, then that unlucky person may not survive the dawn of the next day.

Never underestimate the terrible destructive power of fanatics, especially many fanatics have a place in the national system.

At noon, Faol, wearing a white robe and a crown of holy light, appeared on the high rooftop of the city square on time. The call, like a madly surging tide, reverberated in this square. Fanatical believers raised their hands high and called out the name of the Holy Light. In this sacred and warm atmosphere, many people shed tears excitedly. tears.

And under the crown of Faol, this old man with crutches already needs crutches to support him when he walks, his waist is also bent, his face is full of age spots, his eyes are no longer clear, but the white-haired old man has a calm face. There are so many scenes like this, he even believes in the importance and danger of his beliefs. Therefore, in the past few decades, the Pope has strictly demanded himself and never expressed any views on politics or important affairs.

Because he knew that one of his unintentional words might cause a terrible turmoil in the empire.

But today, he must make a judgment on certain threats facing the world. He must guide the power of faith and put it into the path of righteous faith. He will personally kick off a holy war, and countless people may die in the In this war, but... this has to be done.

The existence of the Holy Light is to protect the weak and to protect hope. If the Holy Light cannot make its own voice in this war that will determine the fate of the world, then this righteous faith will lose its power.

The Pope walked forward with a cane. Beside him, the Chaldean archbishop in a sackcloth robe wanted to reach out to help him, but the Pope refused.

The stubborn old man's fire of life was already extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, but he ignited the rest of his life together. At the last moment of his life, in this old and decayed body, the raging The burning fire of life was so surging that it supported the old man to move forward until he completely collapsed.

Every time the pope took a step forward, the holy light on his body became warmer and brighter. With the support of this holy power, his waist straightened again, and his expression became more determined, but This is at the cost of burning oneself.

He is too old.

He was a little out of his depth.

"Believers of the Holy Light... raise your head and look up at the sky!"

The deep voice of Pope Fao resounded in the square of the city, as if a switch had been turned on. The whole square, and even the whole world, seemed to have quieted down, listening to the voice of the old man.

"Among the stars we can't see, a dark war has ignited, lit from the depths of the Twisting Nether, fueled by greed and brutality, guided by the cries of the innocent and the death of the victim, among the stars Countless murders were committed, countless compatriots of the Holy Light, and countless lives were all annihilated in this burning black fire."

"This is the beginning, continuation and end of the suffering of the stars, and we, our world, our loved ones, and ourselves are the next victims of this disaster."

"Demons, they howl into our world, kill our children and parents, and destroy our hopes."

"We can't forget how cruelly the devil destroyed our homeland in our homeland."

"We must not forget how the demons ruthlessly obstructed us and tried to destroy us when the empire suffered catastrophe and migrated to the new land bestowed by the Holy Light."

"Believers of the Holy Light, the Holy Light teaches you to always love our life and life in the most passionate and loving way, but this does not mean that the Holy Light will succumb to the burning evil when it casts its coveted eyes on us And yet our warriors shall return with the sword."

"The never-sleeping guardians of the Holy Light, the warriors who returned from the dead have fought the demons among the stars. They have occupied the evil lands of the demons and burned the flames of war to their world. This war is just and holy. , It is an act of justice to protect hope and protect our world!"

"The living and the dead fought on the battlefield convinced that this world is worth saving! It will live forever through the sacrifice of the brave!"

"Every one of our lives is worth saving!"

"Because every good person can dedicate everything to the right thing!"

"Believers of the Holy Light! I am here to issue a call to you in the name of the Holy Light, take up your weapons, let faith guard your hearts, follow the guidance of the Holy Light, and set foot on the glorious battlefield of stars!"

The voice under Faol's crown became more and more agitated. He raised his left hand, and his fingers clenched into a fist on the skinny arm, just like the first roar of Holy Light Zhengxin when the demon attacked.

"Hope comes from Azeroth! Warriors come from Azeroth! Crusaders who beat demons, come from Azeroth!"

"Believers of the Holy Light!"

"The eternal battle with the devil! Begins!"

PS:

A boring life is hell, but the blood blooming at the fingertips, the temperature of the passing of life, and the strange light shining in the eyes of the dead, for the crow, that second is the real paradise. His hands are stained with blood, standing In the sky's reflection, behind him, the crows of darkness scream, waiting for the feast to begin, he walks in the dark, he serves... and more!

In his life, it seems that he has never seen the light...

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