Chapter 443 14. Loyalty and Peerless Darkan (Part 2)

"swish"

A sharp silver blade stayed in the heart of a Quel'Thalas prisoner with a face full of fear and blood-red eyes shining like a dragonfly, but its sharp blade was already in the gap Chopped his heart.

"boom"

There was almost no pain, the light in the prisoner's eyes began to dissipate, and he fell powerlessly on the cold floor, and behind him, the "artificial" Salayne whose ritual had been erased and was imprisoned in place by magic His body also began to tremble violently. Under everyone's gaze, after the three blood servants were killed in a short period of time, Salayin weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, the morning seeker sent a message with a sword, and lost the shelter of the dark body. In a few breaths, the Salayin turned into black ashes and dissipated in the room.

For his first work to be wasted like this, Darkan, who was watching, didn't feel much pity or loss. On the contrary, he was looking at the expressions on everyone's faces with great interest.

After personally verifying the life-and-death relationship between Sellain and the Blood Servant, the sword-wielding Salorian Dawn-seeker threw the sword aside without saying a word, and then slowly nodded to Darkan .

This means that this high-ranking royal guard is also on his side.

At this moment, a bright prospect unfolded before everyone's eyes. If Alleria was really the blood servant transformed by Tyrion himself, as Darkan said, then capturing the blood mistress would mean that it would be so powerful that the entire The trembling Tyrion in the civilized world and the war he set off with his own hands will really be completely ended because of a plan by the people of Quel'Thalas.

This kind of incomparably sharp weapon, which penetrates directly into the enemy's heart, is what everyone who is facing a war desperately wants to obtain, even if the way to obtain it is not very... "brilliant".

"No wonder you were able to convince the Sun King..."

Lor'themar Theron looked at the black ashes floating in front of his eyes, and he let out a long sigh. At this moment, the ranger lord was very clear about the trend of the matter, and nothing could stop the members of the two factions present from advancing the capture plan, because it was really It's such a bargain, it can be called a huge profit, and what has to be paid may only be the hurt feelings of the members of the Windrunner family.

Ms. Lannathel, who was standing beside Lor'themar, frowned. She looked at the calm Dar'Khan curiously, and asked softly:

"If Alleria is really Tyrion's blood servant, then this should be regarded as the biggest secret within the Dark Blade Legion. I'm curious, where did you know it? And why can you confirm it with such certainty? And Don't hesitate to put everything on yourself? Do you have eyes inside the dark blade?"

This question made Darkan blink his eyes, but after only a moment, he decisively changed the subject:

"It's already midnight. Now that we have resolved the internal conflicts, everyone, it's time to start this adventure...Mr. Dawnseeker, Mr. Lor'themar, when the time comes, please ask the two melee masters to contain the blood Mother, the lawbreakers supported by His Majesty have already set up a defense line around the manor to block any possible reinforcements from the side of the blood mother."

"As for us, we will guide a large space-binding circle with inner and outer double rings, between Salain's weird posture of switching back and forth between entity and illusion. It may take a little time for this binding circle to take shape... Long, but I believe that the Holy Sword Quel'Delar will not be defeated by any evil power..."

"certainly!"

The warrior of Quel'Thalas, Salorian Dawnseeker held the silver hilt behind his back with his left hand, feeling the light fluctuations of the ancient holy sword, he said softly:

"The blade made by the ancient dragon, this is the symbol of Quel'Thalas' invincibility."

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Walking among the Windrunner manor in the middle of the night, Darkan Drashir checked every mana engraved line under his feet with the calmness and carefulness that an archmage should have. The forest around the manor is also quiet enough, I hope this quietness will not interfere with Aurelia's thoughts...

I hope that the blood mistress will not find anything unusual.

"what are you worried about?"

A silent shadow hovered in front of Dar'Kan's eyes. Its black horns and bat wings behind it showed its identity. It was a dreadlord, a Nathrezim, but it was not sent to the Eastern Continent. Any Nathrezim on a mission, judging by the color of his armor, this guy should be... Tichondrius!

The first lord of Nathrezim, who should be in Northrend in the north, monitors the development of the undead Scourge, and is loyal to the fraudster's henchman, but his phantom appeared in front of Dar'Khan...

This fully proves that when the Nathrezim were bewitched by Cassanatil to betray Tichondrius, Tichondrius also betrayed his compatriots. This cunning guy is also secretly planning Things only you know.

"nothing."

Darkan was neither afraid nor surprised by this shadow. The two of them seemed to have a weird tacit understanding, and it probably wasn't the first time they had met.

"You guys seem to be on to something important..."

The first lord of Nathrezim scratched his chin and smiled slyly:

"Do you need my help?"

"No! It's best not to involve demons in this matter!"

Darkan rejected the "suggestion" of the Dreadlord, obviously he didn't want Tichondrius to intervene, and the Dreadlord didn't care what the high elves were doing. Projecting illusions in Salas is a very laborious task, so Tichondrius will make a long story short.

"Darkan, your request to meet the master has been approved. Soon, the powerful fraudster will give you a chance to meet him. You'd better seize it, because no matter what you want, the fraudster will be generous. Granted to you, provided that you can give him enough "tribute", you know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Sunwell...Of course I know."

The old Elven Archmage narrowed his eyes, glanced at the direction of the Sunwell in the north, and said softly:

"An imitation of the ancient Well of Eternity, I will obey your agreement and dedicate the Well of the Sun to the fraudsters, but I also want to see my share... Don't forget what you promised me, mention Kedios, your memory shouldn't be that bad, right?"

"I can't give you what you want, my friend."

The first lord of the Dreadlord let out a treacherous laugh, and after a while, its phantom slowly disappeared:

"But soon, soon you will get what you want... The most stupid expectations of mortals, immortality, a cage of ignorance, but I am still very happy for you, at the moment of disaster , you finally chose the right camp."

Seeing the arrogant demon disappear, Darkan frowned and threw out two detection spells. After confirming that the demon had truly disappeared, the old archmage moved his wrist and said in a low voice:

"Gift? Bah... who cares?"

"Why can't I be the savior of this world and the only monarch on high while living forever? It's really a stupid persuasion..."

"Only a silly boy like Lilas will make choices honestly..."

Darkan stretched out his hand and curled up five fingers one by one, as if he was holding the whole world tightly. A bright light flashed in his eyes:

"The Sun King, the demons, the undead, the Well of Eternity, this world...the stars, why can't I want them all?"

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"Fu"

An inaudible sigh resounded in the dense forest of Quel'Thalas, and Alleria's figure was like a blood-colored phantom suspended on the ground, rushing forward in a strange and fast manner in a way that ordinary people could not imagine. The magic power suppressed by the Banti Raynor barrier that spread throughout Quel'Thalas is like a pair of big hands that firmly suppress the energy circulation in the body, imprisoning the change of Salayne's figure, making her speed even slower.

But compared to the suppression of other magical creatures, Salein's actions in this enchantment are definitely fast. After all, the blood elves do not rely on magic power to survive.

It is true that when the former king Dath'Rema decided to build the rune defense enchantment, he did not expect that after a thousand years, there would be such a strange creature as Salein, but the wisdom of the former kings cannot be profane. They almost thought All possible, after repeated designs, Quel'Thalas' rune barrier was set to be the most primitive, but also the most effective suppression method.

That is to gather the magic power nodes under the entire continent, so that this huge magic power, with thousands of rune stones as nodes, is evenly distributed in the entire enchantment, and in the area covered by each rune stone, maintain a considerable amount of power. Powerful and thick magic power, but this primitive magic power cannot be used. Spellcasters who are not recognized by the enchantment can only feel oppression and hindrance when they are surrounded by these magic powers.

Salein will not be hindered from casting spells, because they do not rely on magic power to cast spells, but the suppression of the body and energy by the magic power still exists, just like holding heavy chains on their hands, hands and feet, making the fast-moving blood mistress Feel very uncomfortable.

And the most important point is that Alleria is very clear that she is taking a risk, and that she should not take such a risk.

She is well aware of the impact she will have on Tyrion once she falls into the hands of the enemy, but she has to do this, because blood is the bond that everyone cannot escape, and she cannot use this method to convince herself to forget Her own sister, she had to see with her own eyes that she was safe and sound.

The undead's feelings are so stubborn, and the most terrible thing is that, as an undead, it is difficult for you to fight against the surging feelings in your heart.

"It's almost here."

Alleria saw the Windrunner Manor from a distance under the night. The white and ancient tower was illuminated by the moonlight and stars, like a lighthouse in the dark, calling the wanderers to return home. After several years, the feeling of seeing her hometown again is complicated. Aurelia's figure suddenly appeared on a towering branch like a phantom. She stood on the branch without a trace of shaking, as if Like a weightless ghost.

Amidst the turbulent darkness, there was a trace of nostalgia in the eyes of the blood mistress.

"Shiva, Vereesa, Rilas, and...Mother..."

The dark golden long hair of Windrunner's eldest daughter fluttered in the air. After a few seconds, her figure disappeared in place like a frame-skipped image, and drifted silently towards Windrunner's Manor in the darkness.

Endless darkness wrapped her, like a warm hand, protecting her, without alarming anyone, she entered the tower where her sisters grew up together, slowly went up the old stairs, and finally pushed away The wooden door of Sylvanas' room.

But at this moment, the figure of the blood mistress suddenly disappeared in place, and in the next second, a white light blade exuding endless power pierced out of nothingness, and it was only a little bit, and it would pierce Aurelia's body .

"wow"

The figure of the blood mistress floated slowly, quietly, and eerily above the ground at the bottom of the tower as if she had escaped the influence of gravity, her long dark golden hair fluttered in the air with the scarlet cloak behind her, She raised her head and looked at the tall figure wearing silver armor and holding a curved dragon claw sword, who appeared on the edge of the stairs. She shook her head and said softly:

"I'm really stupid... I would take the initiative to step into the trap..."

"Give it up, Alleria Windrunner. General Liresa and I are old friends. For her sake, I can promise on my honor that no one will harm you in Quel'Thalas." .”

The morning seekers stepped down the ancient stairs step by step from the high tower. Lor'themar, holding a war bow, also quietly appeared on the edge of the high tower, and a group of people in golden armor, holding long swords and heavy shields The indifferent elves, their ancient and gorgeous armor, the enchanted light shining on the phoenix shield, the special double-edged sword structure, and the unique phoenix helmet all declared their identities.

The royal guard, the most powerful anti-magic power in Quel'Thalas, the ancient warrior who guarded the Sunwell all his life, and the natural enemy of all mages—the Spellbreaker!

"Lotharian Dawnseeker..."

Alleria recognized the sword, blinked her blood-red eyes, and whispered:

"The guards of the royal family of labor came here in person. It seems that I have a high status in the eyes of the Sun King... And, Lor'themar, my friend, you have finally made a decision to stand by me and Tyrion. Is it on the opposite side?"

"I'm sorry, Alleria."

Lor'themar pulled away the red war bow in his hand, and the sharp guiding arrow was placed on the bowstring. The silent and calm ranger lord said softly:

"But it's not a personal conflict..."

The atmosphere in the tower became stagnant in an instant, until more than ten seconds later, Alleria stretched out her hands from under the cloak, and put a pair of unique, ruby-like steel gloves on her fingers, While shaking her fingers, a blood-colored heavy moon blade that only night elves would use jumped into her palm.

She waved the moon blade casually a few times, and amidst the howling wind, Alleria set her sights on the Dawn Seeker holding the magic holy sword.

"Before we start the fight, I just have one last question...was Sylvanas involved in the ambush?"

"No!"

The morning seeker holds the sword in both hands, and the white curved blade is erected in front of his eyes. As the light blade flutters, he replies with the posture of a warrior:

"That kid Lilas didn't lie to you. In fact, everything he said was true. Sylvanas was injured by Vereesa. You don't need to doubt your relatives. In fact, they are right You, are very loyal..."

"That's good..."

A sweet smile appeared on the face of the Blood Mistress. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. At the moment when Lotharian's figure started to charge, the Blood Mistress's shadow also collapsed in an instant. 13 A black phantom exactly the same size as her held an energy moon blade, and jumped into the shadows of the surrounding spellbreakers in a silent manner.

Under the glare of the blade that ignored all defenses, scorching blood sprayed out in the darkness. The magic holy sword in the hands of the morning seeker slashed fiercely at Aurelia in front of him, but was caught by the latter with one hand. The waving moon blade easily blocked them, and the moment their eyes collided, the Dawn Seeker clearly saw the mockery shining in Alleria's eyes.

"boom"

The blood of the 13 slain law-breakers frantically gathered at this moment, like a roaring blood dragon, under the roar of the taboo power that was completely liberated by Alleria for the first time, With a destructive gesture, he slammed into the bottom of the pure white tower.

The crazy energy explosion destroyed all the lives hidden in the tower in a penetrating and tearing way amidst the loud noise of the tower collapsing.

The bright red energy hovered like a spider's thread, slowly rising from the darkness to the sky, like a layer of gauze, and under the dumbfounded gazes of all the people involved in the ambush, the moon in the sky was also at this moment. Stained... a forbidden blood red.

And Alleria's lonely shadow floated slowly between the reflections of the blood moon under the cloak, and a lifelike blood dragon wrapped around her body, which was different from any bloated dragon in mythology , like a greedy snake, setting off the taboo figure of the blood mistress against the sky, making her look so... domineering and incomparable.

"I may not be as powerful or as intimidating as my husband...but get caught?"

Alleria's deep and hoarse voice rang in the ears of everyone present, while Lotharian Dawn Seeker, who got up from the explosion in a panic, looked at the sky with a solemn gaze that foresees a powerful enemy The Blood Witch unleashed in

Hiding in Tyrion's shadow for a long time may have made people overlook how...powerful Aurelia was and is now.

The Mistress of Blood glanced at everyone below with a mocking look, just like a queen bathed in a blood moon, her plump lips moved slightly, and she said softly:

"It's up to you..."

"Also worthy?"

Read the book rationally, don't be led by the rhythm... In addition, the description in the last chapter is indeed a bit problematic, and it is no wonder that everyone reacted so violently. The correct description should be: "When the master dies, the blood servant will die; the blood servant dies , the master will be harmed." It is similar to the vampire system in the present world, which is why Tyrion warned the newborn vampires not to develop too many blood servants, a momentary typo, forgive me~ In addition, tomorrow is a week of challenges 1W5 has started, I hope you will support us a lot!