Chapter 510 49. The essence of Gou Dao is not to let go of any fly legs
The red dragon flies over the burning Tyr's Hand.
The noble Korialstrasz looked at the battlefield below with a vigilant gaze. It must always be wary of a black dragon jumping out of Tyr's Hand's hiding place to attack it.
As the son of Red Dragon Queen, Korialstrasz inherited his mother's powerful fighting power and the dragon fire that heals all things. It can easily defeat those fallen black dragons. However, the red dragons and Blue Dragon who came to help in this battle received "strange" orders.
The instructions from Wyrmrest Temple require them to capture as many black dragons as possible alive in Northern Borderlands, and then hand them over to the humans in mainland Southern Borderlands.
This sounds a bit unbelievable, and it is completely opposite to the attitude of "eliminate evil and do everything possible" that Dragon Aspects has adhered to for the past 10,000 years, but Korialstrasz knows the necessity of doing so.
It didn't want to discuss the right or wrong of this instruction, it just felt relieved from the bottom of its heart at the imminent destruction of Black Dragonflight.
In the past ten thousand years, these guys have caused too much trouble for the world order. The fallen black dragons are a mistake that must be corrected!
"Karen, come to the Avalon County farm in the south. A black dragon is hiding here! It has been blocked by us!"
Just when Red Dragon Prince used his hot breath to assist the advancing Ash Knight Order below to burn down Dragonborn's city wall defenses, a message from Blue Dragon Kalecgos's reminder made it change direction in an elegant gyration in the air, and flew to the land further south amidst the cheers of the Paladins below who raised their weapons.
Tyr's Hand is not just a simple military fortress. There is a human Avalon County nearby. It was once a very beautiful and peaceful large town affiliated with the military port. However, after Northern Borderlands encountered several crises, Avalon County became a garrison for the Dragonborns.
The Dragonborns train and live in the Tyr's Hand fortress, and a large number of their servants work in Avalon County to provide various materials and services to the Dragonborns.
It's normal for the black dragon to hide here.
With the current distorted power structure of the Lordaron Kingdom, a place like Avalon County is the "back garden" of the Black Dragon.
When Korialstrasz arrived, several of its compatriots and three Blue Dragon were besieging a group of ferocious Dragonkin. The black dragon that tried to escape had been shot down in the forest, but it was still resisting, shooting Shadowflame into the sky to prevent the dragons from approaching.
Highlight a trapped beast still fighting.
"We damaged its wings and it can't run away! This guy has been hiding in Tyr's Hand to spy on Light's Hope Chapel. I don't know what conspiracy he is brewing."
Kalecgos flapped its beautiful wings and flew to Korialstrasz, and it said:
"There are too many black dragons in Lordaeron. There is even an adult black dragon hidden in this border land. I can't imagine how many the Fallen there are in Lordaeron. Maybe we should summon more tribesmen to come over and witness the demise of Black Dragonflight."
"No, Kalec, Black Dragonflight will not perish."
Red Dragon Prince said softly:
"They will continue to exist, in ways we can't imagine, but I guess the pain these black dragons will encounter when they walk into Holy Light will definitely soothe the hatred of Blue Dragon."
"You mean "Lightforging"?"
Kalecgos blinked and whispered:
"Have you seen those strange Light-Forged Dragon led by "Black Dragon Princess" Onyxia? There is news that their souls have been torn to pieces and stitched together, and their bodies will be split and reassembled in Void Profound Mystery.
That was simply an experience more terrifying than death."
"Yes, this black dragon also has to go through that process."
Red Dragon Prince was spinning and accumulating power in the air, it said:
"Get out of the way, compatriots! I want to capture it with my own hands. Tyr's Hand There are no other black dragons. Go and help People of Light take down the entire city."
It is very prestigious. Under its command, the other dragons turned and flew away one after another. Kalecgos stayed here to "protect" Korialstrasz.
Red Dragon Prince rushed into the forest with Shadowflame, and then the two giant beasts fought together. The battle between the giant beasts caused the ground to shake violently, but the battle did not last long and ended when one party took the initiative to stop.
"Stop! I'm not one of those the Fallen!"
The black dragon with injured wings retreated to the edge of the forest, and under the gaze of the red dragon and Blue Dragon, it transformed into a human wearing an assassin's costume.
It stretched out its hand and made a "stop" motion, then covered its chest and said loudly:
"I am a follower of Master Sabellian! We are serving the will of World Mother. I am also Farad, the master assassin of Ravenholdt. I am responsible for all contact with Anduin Lothar.
I have sent a lot of information to Light's Hope Chapel these days, you are all there, you should know this."
"This is why you are still alive, Black Dragon Farad!"
Korialstrasz also transformed into a Kaldorei elf in a red robe, holding a majestic dragon halberd. Under the vigilant gaze of Kalecgos, who transformed into a blue-haired human next to him, Red Dragon Prince yelled:
"Wyrmrest Temple let us capture you alive. Either go to Onyxia to accept Lightforging, or stay in the cage and wait for your fate Supreme Star Soul Judgment."
This made the black dragon Farad, who was forced into a desperate situation, breathe a sigh of relief. It was great not to have to die.
But it rolled its eyes and said:
"But my work has not been completed yet. Without my command, it will be difficult for Ravenholdt to deliver effective information to Lothar. You may not know it, but the "dream attack" of Lordaeron people in Hillsbrad is the message I sent. I have a single line of contact with the spy.
Without that reminder, Seventh Legion would have failed long ago!"
"So, how deep are you hiding in Northern Borderlands?"
Kalecgos complained:
"You've blended into the core of human assassins. I guess you're not the One, a black dragon who just got ahead of you?"
"Oh, this is our survival strategy, Blue Dragon, you won't understand. You just need to know that Northern Borderlands has our people everywhere, and Lord Sabellian has already recruited a repentant black dragon like me."
Farad spread out his hands and said in an impassioned yet gentle tone of begging for mercy:
"I am only six thousand years old, Blue Dragon. I did not participate in the betrayal that destroyed you. The hatred in your eyes should not fall on me. Many black dragons like me have suffered unreasonable disasters. In the past many years, you have not been willing to listen to our explanation.
Why should we, the innocent black dragons, bear the sins Deathwing did?
You see, we understand this truth, and we also begin to resist the source of disaster.
We are all still collaborators now.
Speaking of which, I have some important news to tell you, which may help you repay your favor of sparing my life. Prince Karen must be very interested in this."
"Say!"
Red Dragon Prince looked at the cunning black dragon in front of him, who pointed to the north and said:
"A few days ago, a strange force landed on the coast of Avalon County. They were well disguised, but I still smelled the "dead smell". That was Undead from Northrend!
I don't know how those guys got connected with Lordaeron Dragonborn, but they were invited to Stratholme City.
The guy at the head is very powerful.
I think the dead can easily kill me. Now that humans and elves are cooperating to besiege Stratholme, it's really hard to say what those undead will do on the battlefield.
The red dragon driving Life Fire, you'd better go to Stratholme to have a look.
Northern Borderlands It's already chaotic enough here, don't let the undead get in here again."
This news made the red dragon and Blue Dragon look at each other. Korialstrasz transformed into a dragon and took off into the air. It told Kalecgos to watch the black dragon, and then flapped its wings and flew towards Stratholme city.
It was the largest city in the region, with more than one million people living in it. Red Dragon Prince couldn't imagine what kind of disaster it would cause if the power of death broke out there.
It has seen those Scourges marching through Blizzard in Northrend, and is well aware of the horror of Death Force once it enters the "snowball" mode, and must block the source of its outbreak.
But shortly after Red Dragon Prince left, something happened on Tyr's Hand's side.
"Mograine! The dead stand up!"
The loyal Ash Knight Fairbanks drove Holy Light Steed and rushed to Grand Duke. He pointed angrily at the outside of the castle they had just recaptured and shouted:
"The Dragonborns who were burned to death by dragon fire have "awakened", they are undead! Those guys have turned into troublesome undead, and they are attacking our rear. This ghost place is not only filled with the filth of black dragons, but death has also taken root here."
"You idiot, how did our good country become like this!"
Duke Mograine is a native of Lordaeron, and hearing that the corpses of the deceased were desecrated made him furious.
He stared intently at the tightly guarded castle in front of him, and then glanced behind him. Just as he was about to issue a purification order, he saw several red dragons descending from the sky, spraying hot dragon fire on the heads of those Undead.
The red dragon is Life Dragon, they are very resistant to the spread of the power of death.
This scene made Grand Duke sigh, shake his head and say:
"Continue the attack! Capture this castle, and then let the Priests wash the entire Tyr's Hand and Avalon County with Holy Water! This place must be returned to the embrace of Holy Light."
At the same time, behind Tyr's Hand, on a high tower of Avalon County.
The injured black dragon Farad pointed at the looming coast and said to the serious-looking Kalecgos beside him:
"Look! Those elite Dragonborn who died in the previous war have been resurrected into Death Knight. They are heading towards the dock, and there must be a Ghost Fleet there to meet them. Can you understand? Kalec.
Come prepared!
The undead have spotted the war in Northern Borderlands, and they are gearing up to make a fortune from it. If I guessed correctly, the same thing is repeating in Hillsbrad Foothills, Arathi Highlands and Wetlands.
The living are fighting, but every one of them who falls becomes a member of the dead.
The source of this undead power is in Northrend, that is your Dragon Aspects territory, why would you allow such a thing to happen?"
Kalecgos gritted his teeth and then said:
"Not long ago, some of Dragonblight's dragon graveyards were also stolen. It's not that we don't want to take care of the black dragon, it's just that Dragon Aspects is also facing a difficult choice now.
But you're right.
The dead are no longer content to hide in the shadows and enjoy some scraps, they plan to serve on the table!
Ah, these rounds of crises are really exhausting, and the world seems to have become strange overnight."
"Humph, the world has always been dangerous, it's just that you hide in your own "world" and don't want to face the crisis."
The black dragon sarcastically said:
"So what if Blue Dragon is the dragon most closely connected with mortals? You will only operate in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas. You know nothing about the hidden dangers in this world. From this point of view, Dragon Aspects is just a paper painter.
You are not trying to solve any problems, you are just suppressing those problems from erupting."
"But it's better than choosing to be "part of the problem"!"
Kalecgos sneered and scolded:
"You stay here and I'll destroy the ship!"
After saying that, Kalecgos transformed into a giant dragon and flew to the coast of Avalon, using Blue Dragon's frost breath to attack the undead on the coast.
But a few seconds later, under the stunned gaze of the black dragon Farad, Blue Dragon let out a mournful cry and was actually hit on the delicate wings by the undead with a giant crossbow wrapped with psychic energy.
It Li Li crashed onto the coast like that, performing Blue Dragon's traditional "Crash King" skills for the Black Dragon.
How majestic it was to rush forward, and how embarrassing it was to fall.
"Damn it! You told me you were a rookie. You are already a rookie. Why are you pretending to be so cool in front of me?"
Farad stomped his feet angrily.
It wanted to turn around and leave, but these Black Dragon Resistance Army would be in the "observation" stage of World Mother. If the rookie Blue Dragon was left here to die, if the other party was transformed into a bone dragon by Undead, the blood debt would have to be borne by itself.
"You're riding a horse, you still need me, a wounded person, to rescue you? Can you Blue Dragon be more reliable?"
Farad cursed and transformed into a black dragon form, flapped its injured wings and flew over, spitting Shadowflame all the way to drive away Undead, and escorted Kalec back into the air with difficulty.
When they struggled to return to the city wall of Tyr's Hand, Kalecgos felt a little confused on his face and defended himself very harshly:
"That's because they attacked my delicate wings without moral ethics. I'm not good at flying."
"You go ahead and shut up."
Farad cursed:
"In our Black Dragonflight, people like you will be used for Chromatic Dragon experiments. Blue Dragon are all a bunch of teases! Change back quickly. Humans have come to check. You don't want to continue to embarrass the Weaver, right?"
"What's going on with these undead?"
Kael'thas looked at the chaotic Stratholme city in front of him with a stunned look.
The Sin'dorei commanders under his command also looked like they were still in a dream. They hadn't even started to attack the city yet. Why did Stratholme themselves get into chaos?
Didn't you say that Dragonborn are very good at fighting?
Sun King's Warriors even left suicide notes before they went off to war, but you came here and showed us this?
"Your Majesty! Those undead spirits are hunting down the civilians who escaped from the city! Are we just going to watch?"
Outside the city's moat bridge, General Alleria, who had completed the investigation, asked loudly:
"If we don't intervene, the chase will soon turn into a massacre. We should intervene! The people of Lordaeron are always innocent."
"Take them in first and find a few people to ask what's going on?"
Sun King frowned and said:
"This situation looks like the entire Stratholme has fallen into chaos without a command system? But there should be an entire team of well-trained Dragonborn stationed here! Don't act rashly until you understand the situation."
Ranger General executed the command perfectly.
She personally led a team of Farstriders rangers to fight off the ferocious undead. Because the city was indeed in chaos, Alleria quickly took over the city gate of Stratholme. Later, civilians who escaped were taken in by Sin'dorei and placed in Blackwood Forest outside the moat.
There is another important person among these people.
Stratholme Lord Baron Rivendare's only son Oryx·Rivendare.
The child was young and was being escorted out of the city by his nanny and family guards. His face turned pale and he looked frightened. When he was brought to Sun King, his eyes were still dull.
"Poor child."
Grand Magus Gina Goldsword sighed, and at Kael'thas's instruction, he stepped forward to treat the child. After a bottle of soothing potion was poured in, little Oryx quickly recovered.
He looked around blankly, and cried loudly after realizing that he was safe.
"My father is dead. My father was killed by an elf. The elf was holding a blue Demon Sword. My father and the officers and uncles were all killed. They stood up again and pledged their allegiance to Lich King"
Little Oryx cried and told the people around him the truth about what he saw.
Although he was confused, Kael'thas still caught the important tip. An elf holding "Demon Sword" at the dinner hosted by Baron Rivendare, killed almost all the senior officials of Stratholme in one fell swoop.
No wonder the city is in such chaos now.
However, the most terrifying thing is that based on little Oryx's description of the Demon Sword elf's appearance, Kael'thas believes that it should be Governor Toserin who has been missing for more than half a year!
"He is still in the city, still transforming Undead Burning Legion for Lich King!"
Kael'thas stood up and shouted to the commanders:
"The situation is critical. Change your strategy and enter the city immediately! Alleria, you lead people to take over the city defense. Hawkspear leads Warrior to build barricades to isolate those Undead. Golden Sword Grand Magus takes in the civilians and sends them out of the city first.
Salorian, lead Spellbreaker to follow me.
We want to fight Governor Toserin here, and if possible, we want to give him rest here!"
"Your Majesty, this news must be shared with Archbishop Faol immediately!"
Grand Magus Moroes stepped forward and reminded:
"Only Archbishop Faol has enough prestige to quickly suppress the chaos in the city. We can help, but this is the internal affairs of mankind after all."
"Well, you are right, then send the message to Light's Hope Chapel."
Kael'thas looked at the chaotic city in front of him and whispered:
"Scourge is spreading in Stratholme. The claws of death have extended into the civilized world. We have one more enemy."