Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 449 20. The Blood of Darkan Salain --- for Starsfalli

Chapter 449 20. The Blood of Darkan Salain --- Adding more for starsfalling [17]

"Both the Farstrider and the Firewing Legion have begun to fortify in the southern part of Quel'Thalas, and the two human legions have also begun to approach the Stratholme region. Together with the local army in the Stratholme region, they will maintain the northern border Its military strength is no weaker than Arathi Highlands."

"Although the mobilization of the motherland's military power is a bit abrupt in the human camp, the news of the blood mistress Aurelia's capture has spread throughout the upper echelons of the human empire. Many generals regard it as an important weight to reverse the current battle situation. It is said that the Dalaran Six-member Council has sent people to the motherland, and judging from the current situation, the motherland will not be in danger in a short time."

The archmage Lannathel who returned to Dalaran from Quel'Thalas is still as elegant and decent as before. The embarrassment of fleeing on a moonlit night in the Quel'Thalas forest has long since disappeared. In Prince Si's mage tower, he told the worried prince about his experience in the past 3 days.

"There is not much movement on the side of the undead, but we can be sure that the king of the dark blade must have known the news that his wife has fallen into our hands. The sun king is worried about the cruel revenge from the future of the dark blade. He will not let you Returning to Quel'Thalas at this time must be to protect you."

Lana Thiel looked affectionately at the prince she was loyal to, and she comforted Kael'thas softly, the prince of the Sunstrider family, the future Sun King is the perfect representative in the hearts of every high elf, he He is not arrogant, has an easy-going personality, treats every citizen as his own relatives, has a good enough vision, and has enough responsibility at the same time.

From the moment when the prince became an adult hundreds of years ago until now, although Prince Kael'thas did not get involved in the political circles of Quel'Thalas much to protect his father's majesty, a considerable number of people in the royal party have turned to him. Kael'thas, it can be seen that after His Majesty Anasterian abdicates in the future, Prince Kael'thas will inevitably become a wise king of Quel'Thalas.

And His Royal Highness's rule will last for a full 3000 years just like his father.

The combination of all kinds of excellent qualities gave Kael'thas a special charm. Simply put, any woman who saw His Highness the Prince would not be able to help imagining how she would be by the Prince's side. For a long time, wherever Kael'thas appeared, there would be a lot of rumors, but everyone knew that most of those rumors were fabricated by admirers out of thin air.

This prince is a humble gentleman who pays great attention to personal qualities. So far, there is a little bit of solid evidence, that is, the little ambiguity between him and his attendant. Yes, this one in front of him is perfect from all aspects. Lady Lana Thiel of women.

"I can understand my father's protection of me, but I have heard about the tragedies of Coron Village and Taquilin, as well as the death of the Dawn Seeker... All this should not have happened."

Prince Kael'thas leaned back on the chair and said wearily:

"To this day, I still think that my father's decision was too hasty. Although there may be some political factors in it, in my opinion, it is very indecent to realize the advantage of the empire and the kingdom by capturing the blood mistress. behavior... What if we really forced Tyrion to give in? Can we trap the Blood Matron forever?"

"Once she leaves the country, the undead's comeback attack will only be more terrifying. As far as the blood mistress is concerned, her lethality is already extremely terrifying. Trapping her in the Sunwell is not a perfect choice. Once she If it gets out of control, I'm afraid that the entire Silvermoon City will fall apart in an instant, and finally, from my personal feelings, I don't want to treat the heroes of the past like this... Can you understand me?"

"Of course you are always so kind."

Lana Thiel looked around, and after confirming that no one was bothering her, she took a step forward, leaned against the prince, stretched out her hand ambiguously, and stroked the prince's cheek, and for this kind of intimate behavior, Prince Kael'thas Did not resist.

"Your Highness, we can do these shameful things. You just need to wait quietly, waiting for the news that we have won for you. Your hands shouldn't be stained with blood."

"The king's party is now an oppressive advantage over the parliament. The Sun King just wants to take the throne for you and clear all obstacles for you... You have to understand your father, as you said, the matter of capturing the blood mistress, It’s really not just for the sake of the war.”

"Alas...politics..."

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Far away in Quel'Thalas, the magic area of ​​Silvermoon City, on the edge of the city, there is a mana cage, which is specially used to imprison criminal mages. Lawbreakers belonging to the royal family patrol here.

Although it is not as strong as the mana cage under the Sunwell, there are only a handful of criminals who have escaped from here in the past few years.

The former member of the Silvermoon Council, Darkan Drahir, who was convicted of treason three days ago, was imprisoned here.

From the perspective of the citizens, at the most critical juncture, they abandoned their mission and fled back to Silvermoon City in embarrassment, resulting in the death of Salorian and the Dawn Seeker, directly causing thousands of elves to lose their lives, and the catastrophic consequences caused by Darkan Being convicted of treason is definitely well deserved, but not everyone sees it that way.

Especially for the Sun King to take the opportunity to attack and use Darkan's incompetence as an excuse to use Archmage Rommath to forcibly take over the Silvermoon Council. This matter is definitely not just that simple for the members. Many members even think that Darkan is just A victim of the political machinations of the sophisticated Sun King.

Therefore, after Darkan was imprisoned, many congressmen who were aggrieved by this came to visit him, and some with deep personal friendship secretly brought some "contraband" for him.

It should be noted that the Mana Cage of Quel'Thalas is a specially designed anti-magic device. It is designed to imprison powerful magicians. Therefore, after the cage is closed, the magic power inside the cage and the magic power line outside It was cut directly, that is to say, the entire cage was a small forbidden zone.

The transformed bodies of the high elves immersed in the high-magic air maintained by the Sunwell for 6,800 years, once the supply of magic power is cut off, the magic addiction hidden in their bodies will slowly burst out, but due to being thrown into a mana prison The number of mages in the cage is very small, and it takes time for magic addiction to appear, so the research on magic addiction is a very partial field in Quel'Thalas.

Most magicians will never come into contact with this "demon" hidden in the bones of every high elf throughout their lives.

At this time, Darkan Drahir, who was imprisoned in the mana cage, seemed to have aged several hundred years overnight, and his original elegant demeanor had completely disappeared, replaced by a very old man. Yes, even the straight waist is bent, the eyes are blurred, and the old man is dying. Every senator who met him said that Darkan was defeated by a conspiracy, and that's why he aged so fast.

But sentimental lawmakers overlooked one point...

Even if it is an old archmage, even if it is an archmage imprisoned in a mana cage, its own powerful magic power is enough to ensure that it can last for a long time in this kind of magic prison, that is to say, Darkan is old And the weak speed, which is abnormally fast... Unfortunately, no one found this.

The deposed congressman sits alone cross-legged in the cage. During the three daily inspections by the law-breakers, this special political prisoner appears very quiet, but the observers don't know that Darkan's inner activities are not as good as his appearance Be so calm.

"Ahem...Magic addiction."

In the quiet darkness, the former congressman coughed a few times with difficulty, and once again he quietly drove the weak magic power in his body to escape in the air of the cage, like a shriveled sponge that was compressed to the extreme, Dar Kan Zai squeezed out the last trace of magic power in his body.

And after this painful process ended, an indescribable emptiness, like a ghost dreamed back at midnight, quietly grew from every bone and every cell of Darkan, and they were like spikes. Like a screaming little ghost, calling his master to find magic power, the sore numb crawling like ants in the bone marrow made Darkan fall to the ground, hugged his limbs tightly, and shivered.

Like a traveler walking in the desert who is about to die of thirst, or like an addict addicted to blood poison X, his eyes are dull, his lips are chapped, and he whimpers meaninglessly from his throat.

This excellent archmage can feel that the desire for magic power is devouring him little by little, shaking his steel-like will, and frantically trying to destroy his body and mind, magic addiction... he finally feels To the high elves' birthright curse, but this...maybe his chance too.

Dar'Khan had reported his research results on Sarain to the Sun King, but like all cunning conspirators, Dar'Khan kept a hand. He only expounded several possibilities for the birth of Sarain, but did not fully reveal the truth. The secret, in fact, based on the traces of spellcasting left in the ruins of Dysome, with the help of uninformed members of parliament, this wise archmage has reverse-restored the psychic used when Tyrion summoned the two blood mages. circle.

His research results have proved that Salein's hunger for blood is actually derived from the high elves' desire for magic power. The composition of the two is exactly the same, but the special factor of death is added, which completely changes the way to realize this desire.

In short, Darkan knew very well how to transform a Salayne, but this was his own secret, and he couldn't share it with the Sun King.

But now, with all the games lost, Darkan needed a chance to turn the tide of the battle, and the secret he held in his hands became the last weight.

"hum"

In the darkness outside the mana cage, the phantom of Tichondrius appeared again, but this time it was very difficult for the phantom to appear in the suppressed magic power, just like a disturbed TV screen. On the periphery of the shadow, there are uneven shadows.

"Dar'Khan...you fail, shamefully."

The Dread Demon King didn't waste time laughing at the extremely weak high elf archmage in front of him. He said straightforwardly:

"But the power of mortals is so weak, maybe you can't blame you, but I know, I can smell the unwillingness in your heart, come on, Darkan, join us, the legion will overturn your failure for you!"

"Ahem, I lost."

Darkan was awakened. He struggled to climb out of the cage and leaned against the glass-like cell wall. Instead of looking at Tichondrius, he just said with difficulty in a hoarse and dry voice:

"I've lost everything, and it makes me feel like I'm loathing this world... I know what you want, Tichondrius, what I know is the stash of the 37 runestones of Banti Raynor's enchantment, It was placed in the secret room on the top floor of my mage tower, and the magic key is "Silver Moon Supreme", go and get it."

"kindness?"

Darkan's "cooperation" made Tichondrius very surprised. The dreadlords are a group of conspiracy theorists. The more frank Darkan behaved, the less Tichondrius would trust him. He looked at Darkan with his eyes.

This kind of malicious and suspicious gaze surprised the archmage who was facing away from it. He immediately realized his mistake. After a while, he covered it up with a series of difficult coughs, and then he opened his mouth to put forward his conditions .

"I'll be here waiting for the day you overthrow Anasterian's rule, and I'll watch that foolish king lie in a pool of blood with hope...you owe it to me, Tichondrius , after his death, I will become the king of Quel'Thalas! If your legion is really as powerful as you say, then you should be able to easily meet my "insignificant" request... eh? "

"Hehe, that's right."

Tichondrius rubbed his chin and let out a series of cunning laughter. In its view, any transaction is based on the desire of desire. Now that Darkan has made a request, it proves the conditions he gave. So much credibility.

The Dreadlord understands the thinking of the Avengers very well. From its point of view, the current Darkan Drahir completely fits the template of the Avengers... But the Dreadlord overlooked one point. Not all Avengers will accept external forces Help, many people, prefer to achieve revenge on their own strength...

"Don't worry, your request is reasonable and insignificant... Try to live, Darkan Drahir, your situation looks... bad, hahaha, but if you die, I will I would gladly put your soul into a demonic body to fulfill my promise."

As he spoke, the figure of the dreadlord disappeared into the darkness. After waiting for ten minutes, after Darkan confirmed that Tichondrius had left, a trace of disdain flashed across the face of the weak archmage, and his fingers touched the ground. Caressing on the tiny invisible cracks, in his eyes, a touch of longing was shining.

He stroked, and tremblingly pointed a black ring on his finger to his heart. In the dark night, he knelt on the ground, like a believer longing for power.

"Stupid demon...everything I want, I'll take it myself!"

"The power of blood... Mistress Blood, I have seen such a powerful power... That is, that is my future!"

The archmage, who was struggling more and more to resist in the rolling of magic addiction, took a deep breath, exhausted his last strength, and pulled the small mechanism on the edge of the ring, a sharp silver spike pierced the surface of the ring, like a Like a needle, it pierced Darkan's heart...

"puff"

Blood spurted out, and the archmage fell on his back. He could feel the blood flowing out of his body little by little, and his life was dissipating, but there was no pain on his face, and even the hunger and thirst that belonged to the magic addiction in his body were neutralized by the coldness of death. , there was a strange serenity on that old face.

It's like... like a kid about to get the best gift ever...

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