Chapter 450 21. Chaos. Internal and Chaos

In the dark night, no one knows what kind of disaster is happening, and when people are immersed in peace, silent bullets always cross the sky where they can't see, blood, death, these cold The words of "have never been far away from this world, but if you don't want to see it, if you are blindfolded, then you will definitely not be able to see it."

Just like Dar'Khan's death, this political prisoner died silently in his own cage, just like a sad mouse who used his life to resist fate. His death was just a weird twist in Quel'Thalas A very unremarkable part of politics... at least on the surface.

"I see, let's deal with the follow-up matter..."

After hearing the news about Darkan's death reported by the lawbreakers, the Sun King, who was busy adjusting the deployment of the national army, just gave a cold order and stopped caring. It seems that the death he heard is the same as today's breakfast arrangement, meaningless .

And the king's meaning is already obvious. Darkan's death should be as silent as his birth, so the Phoenix guards who got the order followed the lawbreaker to the edge of the unopened mana cage. In the cell.

Darkan's death was extremely tragic, and fate seemed unwilling to let this traitor go. After his death, the blood in his body covered the entire cage along the wound, and the weak, emaciated, blood-covered corpse, In a stiff posture, he was lying on his back in a pool of blood, which stained the entire ground, so that the guards did not notice the subtle lines carved on the ground with his nails... and this was the beginning of the tragedy.

"Open it!"

The Phoenix guard took a step back. Behind him, the jailer picked up the special cage key and stepped forward. Amidst the slight beating of the suppressed blue magic power in the entire Arcatraz, the door of the mana cage in front of him was opened. And at this moment, a crisp sound came from the cage, causing the jailer to lower his head, and saw a fragment of a purple soul stone dancing in a pool of blood.

At the moment when this narrow, man-made forbidden zone was connected with the magic power of the outside world, at the moment when the small soul stone stuffed into the crack of the cell door by Darkan was crushed, the psychic circle covered by pools of blood was It was activated in an instant, and accompanied by purple, ominous light shrouded the cage, the Phoenix guard immediately took a step forward, stabbing the phoenix epee fiercely at the strange corpse in front of him that started to move.

"click"

The thick and sharp blade that was thrust out was pinched tightly by a dry palm while the sticky blood was swaying. The sharp blade cut through the skin, but no more blood flowed out. As the soul of Darkan's dead body slowly returned to its place, the blood covering his body, which belonged to him and was already cold, quickly returned to his old body in a strange beating of power.

"Well"

Darkan uttered the dead man's first whimper. He staggered in the cage dodging the sharp attacks from the three lawbreakers and a Phoenix guard in front of him. Probably because his spirit hadn't adapted to the dead man's state. It was too difficult to dodge, in just an instant, his body was pierced with more than a dozen wounds by the sharp blade.

The cold blood dripped onto the ground, and soon, with the waving of the blade and the shouts of the guards, the blood covered the entire narrow battlefield, and Darkan, who had come back from the dead, was also being hacked by the sharp blade Bit by bit, he regained his sanity amidst the pain.

His left leg was cut off, and the bones of his left arm were exposed from the wound. He was kicked in the center by the Phoenix Guard, and he rolled on the ground, and finally fell on the wall of the prison in a state of embarrassment. His face was covered with disgusting blood stains, and those originally green eyes also turned into eyes shining with blood red light.

"monster!"

The Phoenix Guard glanced at the bowed-headed Darkan in disgust. He strode forward, raised his heavy sword, and was about to cut off the monster's head, but at this moment, Darkan's head suddenly lifted up. In the blood-red eyes, there is undisguised malice shining...

"Oh...you're covered in blood..."

"crash"

At the moment when Darkan sensed his manipulation of blood, all the blood stained on the dark battlefield shot towards the unsuspecting four soldiers in an instant, howling, piercing the air, like It's like a bloody sharp arrow.

"Puff puff"

The three lawbreakers teamed up to prop up the magic barrier, which was supposed to resist all attacking magic, but it didn't play any role in the beating of the bloody sharp arrow. Their skin exposed outside the armor was sharply pierced. The blood arrow pierced through, and at the moment they fell, the Phoenix guard roared and chopped off his sharp sword, aiming directly at Darkan's neck.

"clang"

There was a heavy collision sound, and the sharp blade slashed on the blood-red light shield, just like slashing on the strongest tower shield. The old Darkan stood up weakly, his blood-red eyes stared at Looking at the phoenix guard with a full-face helmet in front of him, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. With the beating of his fingers, the blood that belonged to him returned to his body, and the blood that did not belong to him...

Under the shocked gaze of the Phoenix guards, after sucking the blood of three seriously injured spellbreakers in an instant, Darkan's old appearance quickly returned to youth, even his long white hair turned gray, his left leg and arm All the wounds on his body healed, and after a strange groan, the newborn Salayne, the first blood elf who did not belong to the extension of Tyrion's bloodline, the former Silvermoon Council Darkan Drahir smiled with satisfaction, Flick your fingers.

"Snapped"

At the same time as the sound of snapping fingers, four sinister blood snakes roared from around his body and smashed at the Phoenix guard in front of him. At the moment he was disturbed and flustered, Darkan's figure disappeared strangely in place, waiting for him When he reappeared, he had already quietly stuck behind the Phoenix guard, and his hands on the guard's shoulders had also turned into hideous... monster-like, blood claws.

"I'm so thirsty...I'm so hungry..."

"Give me the delicious blood..."

"ah!!!"

After a rapid, fear-filled roar, the entire dark mana cage returned to silence again...

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The transformation of Salain and the recruitment of death knights follow the same principle, that is, the stronger the strength in life, the stronger the power that can be controlled after transformation. Myra, a mere high-level mage, directly broke through the power limit after becoming Salain , became the feared blood lord.

And Dar'Khan, who was the top archmage of Quel'Thalas during his lifetime, after self-transformation, and after realizing the power of blood little by little in the ensuing blood madness, this conspirator will be in Silvermoon City. To be honest, no one can imagine what kind of turmoil will be caused...

But to be honest, the Sun King may not be able to wait for the day when he will meet Darkan again, because now, when he is still focusing on the revenge action that may be launched by the Dark Blade Legion in the southern border at any time, in the Quel'Thalas is the emptiest north... A new power, a power they have never seen before, has quietly appeared on the scene.

The nearly infinite will of the Lich King shrouded the icy North Sea, and millions of voices echoed in his head, which were the voices of all the undead who obeyed him. In the mind infinitely expanded by the great demon, these voices The longings and appeals from the Lich King can be sensed by the Lich King, coupled with the blessing of the two evil artifacts that fell into Azeroth with him, it can make him who has no entity, such as the arm command, perfect control All the undead under his command.

In Ner'zhul's undead scourge, it is impossible for the casual and secret actions of the Dark Blade Legion to appear... The undead scourge is said to be the undead army, but in fact it is more like a group of people completely controlled by the will of the Lich King Puppets... whatever the Lich King orders them to do, they will do it wholeheartedly, their will cannot be resisted! Because their souls are tightly held in the hands of the Lich King.

Frostmourne, maybe you've heard the name of this sword, but trust me, that's not a blessing...it's a curse.

In the ancient stars, the demons of Nathrezim forged two magic blades, and they poured the power of the dreadlord into these two completely different weapons. The ancestors of the dreadlord held two magic blades , in the era before the Dark Titan appeared, countless waves of killing and fear were easily set off among the stars.

The unruly magic blade Apocalypse destroys all powerful enemies for them, and the soul-devouring blade Frostmourne, in the ruins of Apocalypse, forms an endless army for its master.

Apocalypse fell into the hands of Tyrion, it has been longing to become stronger, and then meet its brother again... And now, the fantasy of this magic blade is about to become a reality, because it is about to meet the long-lost "brother" "... Just as Tyrion established the Darkblade Knights with the Apocalypse, Frostmourne established the Scourge for its current master, Ner'zhul the Lich King.

But unlike the brutal power of Apocalypse, Frostmourne will not disobey its master, and its process of establishing the undead natural disaster is much faster than Apocalypse, because this magic sword has another characteristic that Apocalypse does not have. It is the real "soul devourer". Any creature cut by Frostmourne, as long as it has a soul, its soul will also be swallowed by Frostmourne when its body is injured, and once the soul fragments enter Frostmourne, it means This soul will completely fall into the hands of the Lich King.

Even more frightening is the capacity of the soul within Frostmourne...almost infinite.

But this does not mean that Frostmourne is stronger. In fact, the two swords forged by Nathrezim have different uses. Apocalypse is more suitable for the strong to hold, causing endless slaughter on the battlefield. Sorrow is the weapon of the wise, more like a strategic weapon.

"I can already see Quel'Thalas..."

The hollow voice of the Lich King resounded in the North Sea, shrouded in frost and mist all year round. At the end of the mist, in the water where the cold sea and the warmer Quel'Thalas sea were about to meet, ships were covered with barnacles and seaweed. , the dilapidated Vrykul warships are drifting dead silently in the sea, these are the undead Vrykul people from the Gulf of Storms.

These tall humanoid creatures have enormous power and destructive power unimaginable by human beings. Even after being resurrected from the dead, their violent nature has not changed in the slightest, and death has given them a stronger body. Now, they will serve as A striker of the Scourge, the Lich King slashes into unsuspecting Quel'Thalas.

And this fleet is also the largest fleet that the Lich King can gather in northern Xinjiang. To be honest, in the eyes of naval warfare experts like Dai Lin, this fleet has no deterrent power at all. Salvaged from the bottom of the icy sea, sunken ships had no defense at all, and the Lich King wasted no time repairing them.

The fleet was not its weapon at all, the only purpose of these ships was to project the undead Scourge's formidable ground forces to the shores of Quel'Thalas, nothing more, so every shabby ship was filled with The undead vrykul, hundreds of ships hidden in the mist, can transport tens of thousands of warriors for the Lich King at a time.

But that's not enough... The Lich King knows it well, so the vrykul are only a small part of the power that landed, and much more, hidden high above the skies, and beneath the icy waters...

He also never thought of capturing the entire territory of Quel'Thalas at once. The strategic goal this time is very simple, to capture the defenseless Isle of Quel'Danas and occupy the Sunwell. So many troops are enough. And as the war begins, the Lich King's army will only increase...Ner'zhul does not have the "eccentricity" of Tyrion. He treats all dead bodies equally, whether they were warriors or Civilians and undead Scourge all welcome them.

Therefore, we can say that the Scourge of the Undead is another bottomless version of the Dark Blade Legion that has completely released all restrictions and has a member loyalty of +100%.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an upgraded version... But in Tyrion's heart, this "peer" of Dark Blade is actually his downgraded version.

"Tichondrius...I'm waiting..."

The voice of the Lich King sounded in the mind of the Dreadlord who had already sneaked into Quel'Thalas. Its legion also stopped on the North Sea, not moving forward. This place is about 100 meters away from the Isle of Quel'Danas that carries the Sunwell. There is a straight-line distance of hundreds of kilometers, which seems a bit far away, but to be honest, this distance is enough for the tireless undead.

Once the signal is received, it will take less than 10 minutes, and the vanguard of the frost-cast northern necromancers will set foot on the land that belongs to them amidst the endless fear of the high elves.

"Soon..."

The first lord of Nathrezim flicked his claws, and its body appeared like a phantom on the top of the enchantment rune stone tablet hidden on the coastline. It stared at the military camp not far away with its hazy eyes. The mage tower is full of elves. Obviously, these garrisons are here to defend the rune stones, although they may not know it.

"Hey hey hey... Elves, your peaceful time is over..."

With a mocking laugh, Tichondrius' figure slowly disappeared into the darkness. The first lord is powerful enough to rival the most powerful warriors in Azeroth at this time, but for it, It is also a pleasure to slaughter civilians and ordinary soldiers...

Adding fuel to the flames, destroying hope, bewitching the mind, assassinating hostages, setting off massacres, and spreading epidemics, these are the things that the fearful demon kings with dark nature like to do most, and they are all obscene acts that are not on the table, but so what What about?

Come on, is it the head demon... or Nathrezim, the most cunning and gloomy demon among demons, do you really think that such a guy would be troubled by the so-called sense of honor?

Darkan is the self-taught Salain...