Chapter 536 35. Empire. Westward Crossing

"puff"

The high-ranking knight Al's left leg fractured, causing him to half-kneel on the platform of the Dark Temple, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of cold blood, while the armor all over his body was being violently bombarded. He was smashed to pieces, and his left arm had been cut off by a sharp weapon.

And all the death energy in his body was locked up by Tyrion's huge will, as if the source of power had been cut off directly.

In front of the embarrassed high-ranking knight, Tyrion looked down at him. A few seconds later, the Dark Blade King looked at the painful soul belonging to the black knight struggling in his hands, and said softly:

"You traitors are really interesting... Does it really make sense to sacrifice your life to save a lunatic who is swallowed by revenge?"

"Ahem... Aznab's "unique" talent is very important to the Order. He carries the power of the void and will not be tempted by the whispers of the void. This means that he can lead us into many Dangerous places, monitor those disasters that may break out at any time."

Knight Al didn't have too much fear in his heart, he was like a martyr who underestimated everything, and calmly explained to the Dark Blade King:

"Please don't call us traitors... We have not betrayed the ideal of the dark blade, we just don't want to participate in the attack on civilization, we have shifted all our energy to the detection and order of the shadow of the world In the process of maintaining, give everything to a truly pure and great cause, and use death to protect the order of the world."

These remarks made Tyrion frowned. He walked around the El Knight a few times, and then said:

"Well, world peace is a great ideal. It seems that Khadgar has trained you well, but if it's just such rhetoric... it's not enough to impress me."

The figure of the Dark Blade King appeared on his throne again in a flash. He looked indifferently at the El Knight below, and said:

"Come on, convince me..."

"Convince me not to send the Maiden of Blood and the Law Enforcers to hunt you down. I think that's the second reason why you ventured here, right? Let me guess, this is also the reason why the Khadgar Cult Yours?"

Hearing Tyrion mention the name of the Grand Lich again, El Knight's eyes flashed with sadness, and he said softly:

"Yes, the dead greats have left behind a great mission, and someone must shoulder this mission. The Dark Blade Legion can become even greater, but unfortunately, under your leadership, it has indulged in the desires of the living. The war has been too long, too much blood, it is no longer pure."

"etc..."

Tyrion waved his hand and interrupted El Knight's statement. He raised his legs, crossed his hands on his legs, and looked at the death knight in front of him with interest:

"Purity aside, are you sure that that loathsome traitor Khadgar is dead?"

"Um?"

Knight Al raised his head abruptly, and in his gray eyes, there was a trace of...joy?

"He is a lich. As we all know, liches don't die so easily."

Tyrion waved his hand, and a figure broke through the shadows and appeared under the throne. She wore a strange white mask and looked like a woman, but Knight El could feel the same kind of breath from her... This is a necromancer, judging by her attire, she seems to be a necromancer assassin.

"Garona Harfolson, who is currently loyal to my Master Assassin, she keeps the phylactery of the traitor Khadgar, but don't be happy, you two..."

Tyrion closed his eyes, leaned on the throne, and whispered:

"All it takes is a thought from me, and that phylactery and its ugly souls will be shattered... You want Khadgar to live? It's easy... I don't need your loyalty, that's what traitors are, If you can betray the first time, there will definitely be a second time, I am not interested in playing cat and mouse games with you anymore... But you trash, maybe you have your own uses."

"Twilight's Hammer, you should have heard of these lunatics. After finally dealing with the mess in the northern border, I think it's time to clean up these disgusting cockroaches and bugs, but you, Al, you I am "moved" to be able to give everything for your friends, so let me see what your fellow traitors can do for you."

Tyrion opened his eyes slightly and looked at the betrayer in front of him. With his fingers shaking, the body of the El knight was quickly ignited in the beating of the black soul fire. Just a moment later, his weak body The soul was hooked by Tyrion.

The Dark Blade King looked at the two souls in his hands, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth:

"Go, Garona, and tell those traitors!"

"It doesn't matter whether they are called the Order, or any other disgusting name, in short, let them get rid of those lunatics of the Twilight's Hammer and other cults in my land, this is their "self-salvation" The first step... If they do well enough, maybe the sins of Al and the black knight can be eliminated, and maybe they can live longer."

"If they do a good job, maybe I will "mercifully" return these two souls to them, but they have to hurry up, such a weak soul can't last long under the burning of the black flame... .Just like poor Khadgar, his screams always give me pleasure..."

As he spoke, Tyrion glanced at the orc assassin Garona who voluntarily transformed into an undead, and he snorted:

"Do more good deeds, maybe you can also wash away a trace of blood on your hands."

Garona didn't say anything. After being transformed into an undead, the half-orc seemed to lose the ability to speak. Every undead has obsessions, and all of Garona's obsessions are gathered on the silver ring on her finger inside.

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The dawn sun shone on Whispering Harbor and the war-torn land. Under the light, the death fleet commanded by Dai Lin had dived into the deep sea, and the ships full of civilians could finally take a breather.

They assigned the full load of civilians to the fleets of night elves and high elves, and many ships docked at the edge of the wharf of Whispering Port, which had been severely destroyed, to protect those frightened human civilians, and in the next few days , and send them to another continent across the endless sea.

It's not a win...

Even the most proud night elves have to admit that after witnessing the war between Whispering Port and Northern Border, it was Lothar who sacrificed himself to make the undead stop the war. In other words, these civilians can still It was safely transported to Kalimdor because of the grace of the undead.

Prior to this, although many races in Kalimdor had heard the "war of the dead" described by Emperor Lothar himself, seeing the scene in front of them made the night elves who had never paid attention to the situation in the eastern kingdom rule in name Or, let Tyrande, the priestess of the moon, truly realize the new round of threats that Azeroth will face.

A more real threat than the demons stalking the world...

No one believed that the undead would be content with the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms. In the foreseeable future, the undead will be reaching out to Kalimdor, and look at them, they have even formed their own undead fleet... And also by Leading by the most powerful naval commander in the world.

How does this make the night elf warriors feel at ease?

But after all, they are not here to help humans regain their land. The relationship between elves and humans is not so good. They are just here to fulfill the agreement with the emperor of humans and send humans to Kalimdor. Thriving in the wild lands of Mudor, and clearing some areas of threats for the restless night elves.

Ships of people were transported away. With the help of the night elves' huge fleet, the transportation process went smoothly, and the undead didn't seem to intend to disturb the process of the empire's westward journey. They just stayed quietly On the battlefield last night, he collected the remains of his companions, as well as the remains of those human soldiers who died in battle.

Obviously, the undead didn't do this for any humanitarian spirit. They collected the bones of the warriors, and there were more practical uses. This scene made the soldiers who survived grit their teeth, but every guy who wanted to rush out and fight the undead , will be sent away from northern Xinjiang as quickly as possible.

It's not that human beings have their spines broken, and they don't even have the idea of ​​resistance. It's just that the leaders and commanders left behind are unwilling to live up to the opportunity gained by the emperor's sacrifice... Judging from the current situation , anyone with a brain is very clear that relying only on the remnants of the human empire is no match for the undead at all.

They could only grit their teeth and swallow the bad breath, they could only hold their weapons tightly and wait in time for the start of the next round of war.

No one would be willing to accept this ending, the war between humans and the undead just came to an end... They will come back sooner or later... Return to their homeland and drive the undead out of their hometown!

Before that, they will wait quietly, accumulate strength, and wait for the day of counterattack.

"Big knight, you...have you really made up your mind?"

In the fortress on the north coast, His Majesty Alsace, who was tired and lost, looked at the great knight Mograine who was sitting in front of him, silent as a stone, rubbing his forehead in pain, and said to the great knight :

"Such sacrifices are meaningless. With all due respect, we must retain every bit of useful power, Great Knight. No matter what the future of the human empire is, we need you. A mainstay like you will help us..."

"In the new era, in the new empire, there is no place for our old bones."

The great knight waved his hand to interrupt the king's persuasion. He took off the emblem of the Silver Hand from his chest and put it in his hand. He looked at the emblem with complicated eyes, but in the end, he put the emblem on the table .

"My soldiers and I will break away from the Silver Hand system. We will not leave our hometown. Emperor Lothar's sacrifice is great, so we must fight for those who are still alive...Go, Your Majesty, Go to another continent to rebuild the empire with a people who still have hope, and we... those of us who belong to the old times, will stay here."

"As long as we're here, undead cubs, don't really want to occupy this land."

Grand Knight Mograine stood up, and he gave a standard knight salute to His Majesty Alsace:

"We will go to Stratholme and join the paladins left behind in the hands of Tyr...From now on, we will call ourselves the Scarlet Crusade! We will not disappoint the battle banner dyed red with the blood of the warriors."

"Please also tell the citizens that where the empire once stood, there is still a group of soldiers loyal to it fighting! We will wait for the day when the empire counterattacks on this eternal battlefield..."

"May the Holy Light bless the Empire!"

Ten minutes later, Grand Knight Mograine, who had delivered all his duties and noble status, walked out of the fortress on the north coast. He rode on his horse and looked back at the fleet setting out on the sea behind him. He took a deep breath and touched He touched the long sword at his waist, and then pulled the rein of the horse.

From today onwards, he and his followers will live as pure fighters and purifiers.

"Mograine...wait for me."

And just when the great knight was about to leave, a voice sounded behind him. The great knight turned his head and saw Tirion Fordring who was wearing only a set of soldier armor, pulling his horse, and walking out of the fortress.

"Fordin! You... Didn't you go to Kalimdor with Majesty Alsace?"

Alessandro Mograini shouted in surprise: "You shouldn't be here!"

"No, old brother."

Old Fording raised his head and showed a calm smile to Mograine, he whispered:

"The old bones are about to go to the battlefield... this time count me as one, as long as Uther is watching over Kalimdor, now I'm more like killing some undead to get rid of the anger... I just need to close it Close your eyes and you can see the emperor..."

The big knight clenched his fist, and after a while, he let go, looked at his old buddy, and said softly:

"Tyran and your two boys went to Kalimdor on the same boat. I believe Uther will take good care of them. Since there is not much nostalgia, it is time to promise the traveling knight."

"High-level Paladin Tirion Fordring, apply to join the Scarlet Crusade today!"

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"Wow, wow"

The undead infantry who collected the remains of the dead on the frontal battlefield dragged the human warriors who died in the battle with body bags, preparing to send their bodies to the ruins of Lordaeron for the recruitment of death knights.

And among these seemingly indistinguishable undead infantry wearing armor and carrying weapons, there is a special guy who is a bit conspicuous. His equipment is obviously more complicated than other undead infantry, but at this time, he But like other infantrymen, carrying a body bag, he slowly walked towards the woodland outside the battlefield.

And at a corner after entering the woodland, this weird undead infantry broke away from the brigade, and walked into the deepest part of the woodland silently carrying a body bag.

"boom"

The body bag was thrown on the ground, and then opened clumsily by the undead infantry, revealing the human warrior who died heroically in the battle, with short blond hair and a square face. He had a ribbon representing the identity of an officer and There is a hideous puncture wound on his chest, he must have fought a hero, and he must have been heroic when he died in battle.

And the lieutenant's name was engraved on the blood-stained dog tag around his neck.

"Thassarian"

The weird undead infantry stood beside the corpse. After a while, he took out a spare soul stone from the box on his waist, and stabbed the soul stone into the corpse's wound with a stiff posture. inside.

A dark red light flashed in the eyes of the supposedly low-intelligence undead infantry under the hideous helmet:

"Lured...help...good brother..."