The old man is going to be in trouble
Under the city gate of Lordaeron, Uther stopped White Pawn who was swinging a battle ax and wanted to behead Garithos.
In the queue of elves entering the city, he squatted down and dragged General Dragonborn, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, aside. Under the nervous gazes of the Dragonborns around him who were being attacked by the elves, he asked:
"Since you are loyal to Terenas, why did you send those messages?"
"I am loyal to the kingdom, but not loyal to the black dragon. In my eyes, they are also enemies that must be expelled. If I can create some trouble for the black dragon, why not?
I'm not helping you!"
Garithos coughed painfully, his lungs were injured, and he said dumbly:
"Uther, you are a shameful traitor. You and I are not the same person. I just want to use your hands to get rid of those Satyr and Naga. There should not be so many alien races running around in this human land. Even without them, we can still protect Lordaeron.
Your Majesty's court is in such chaos!
This is not what a Human Empire should look like.
However, maybe His Majesty has indeed taken the wrong path, but what about Lothar?
Lothar shamelessly mixes with foreign races. The empire established on this land should be a purely human empire! There are no elves, no werewolves, and no monsters like me."
"If you hate yourself so much, why did you drink dragon blood in the first place? If you call Holy Light"
Arthas's voice sounded in front of Garithos, causing him to open his eyes.
Seeing the prince with Holy Light standing in front of him, facing the sadness in the prince's eyes, General Garithos coughed a few times, and with the hot dragon's blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he said:
"I called. When Blackwood Town was destroyed by the devil, I prayed, but Holy Light did not respond to me. Your Highness, I am not as lucky as you.
When we were besieged by demons and needed help, Deathwing appeared in front of us, and when you needed guidance, Vigilant lit up the light for you.
I became a monster, but I expelled the devil, and I am not ashamed of my kingdom; you embraced Holy Light, but can you be worthy of the land that gave birth to you and raised you?"
"I"
Arthas couldn't answer, but Duke Mograine beside him scolded:
"Even in Northern Borderlands's most difficult time, Priest and Paladin are still being born here. Even in Lordaeron, there are still Priests active. Holy Light has never given up on the Lordaron Kingdom. You should have more confidence in your faith."
"Maybe."
Garithos didn't want to argue anymore. He struggled and said to Arthas:
"Spread my ashes in the city. I will protect this place forever. Your Highness, please give His Majesty the last dignity and don't let His Majesty fall into the hands of foreigners!"
He swallowed the dangerous Shadowflame, and it was like an imploding fire rushing through his body, eventually turning into a ball of fire that burned away his flesh and blood.
The heavy battle ax fell on its body, causing the burning embers to fly on the street that was already filled with the sounds of war. Arthas raised his head, and the standing Black Dragon Tower shot out streams of light to fight against the incoming enemies in the sky, just like celebratory fireworks lighting up the hazy sky.
He saw the high-temperature embers brought up by Garithos's self-incineration flickering with orange light and flying above the battlefield, like clusters of flower petals falling in front of his eyes.
There was no red carpet, no cheering people, only war and those roaring Warriors, and a city destined to be washed by war today.
He's back.
He returned to his hometown with an army that wanted to capture Lordaeron, and faced Father King who had become obsessed with him.
Arthas felt a wave of malice from fate, but then he dispelled the cowardice in his heart. It was the last thing needed in this battlefield. The prince stretched out his hand and let a little ember fall into the palm of his hand.
Then, he clenched his fists tightly, as if to gain strength from the ashes.
"Don't let your mind be affected. Those are just some extreme remarks."
White Pawn reminded softly from the side:
"If you waver, Holy Light will"
"I know, I'm not a child, and I'm not as fragile as you think."
Arthas looked at the burning Osma·Garithos, and he whispered:
"He is a narrow-minded, loyal and paranoid person. His ideas cannot be regarded as truth. Even he himself is full of doubts about the current Lordaeron, but he will still be remembered by this city and me.
Osma Garithos may be our enemy, but he is the hero of this land.
He did not bow to the devil, bravely fought against and drove out the aliens, but the black dragon and the Void Witch killed him!
This made my heart boil with anger.
Let's go."
The young man wearing black Eagle War Armor raised his war hammer and let his Holy Light Gleam rise in this war place. He said loudly to the Warrior people around him:
"Let the prince of Lordaeron seek justice for the hero of Lordaeron."
Sir Uther watched with pleasure as Arthas issued a firm oath, and the soldiers from the Lordaron Kingdom roared loudly in response to the prince's call.
They followed him to kill the Black Dragon Towers ahead, knocking down the frightened Dragonborns, and rushed into the spire to destroy the connected dark ritual.
More people are rushing into the city.
The opening of the flanking city gates was a signal, and the Dragonborns on those walls were no longer firm. After General Garithos died in battle, they lost their command. More importantly, now that Lothar's army had entered the city, it was meaningless to defend the city walls.
Some Dragonborn commanders fell into the city with their Warriors, preparing to fight the invaders in the streets, but there were also some Dragonborns who stood firm on the city walls.
They must perform their duties in this darkest moment until the end of the war.
However, the embarrassment of internal and external attacks caused the city wall to fall faster than expected. When the bunkers at the main entrance of the city were destroyed by Lightforged Dawn Lord, Vigilant, who was sitting firmly in the military formation, finally stood up.
He looked at the first returned pointer on the pocket watch in his hand and raised his head to look at the sky.
A few seconds later, Aegwynn's tired voice sounded in Diakum's ears:
"Sunwell Floating City has returned to Azeroth. We are currently suspended above Karazhan and will be teleported to Lordaeron in one hour."
"What's the status of "Black Corrosion World-Ender" at the other end?"
Dick asked, Aegwynn replied:
"Nether-Stalker has been taking good care of it and has not allowed astral energy to invade. Its activity remains in the same state as when we left it, and it can carry souls at any time."
"Very good. I'll wait for you at the Lordaeron palace in an hour. Don't be late."
Diakum took a long breath, and looked at the second hand in the pocket watch that was returning to its position. He put it back into Judicator Armor, held it in his left hand, and Ashbringer jumped into the palm of his hand in the bright light.
On the high platform, the holy blade in Vigilant's hand waved forward, representing the arrival of the final attack.
Each array outside the city began to move forward, even though the towering "Black Dragon Wall" in front of them was still fighting back.
A ray of golden fire roared down from the sky at the call of Diakum, like a huge holy flame meteorite, hitting the top of the city gate.
Amidst the roars of the Dragonborns, the flame cloud erupted from Argent Holy Flame swept over the city wall and melted the boulders into magma. In the expanding magma pool, Lord of Radiance·Ragnaros roared and stood up.
The golden Lightforged Hand of the Fire Lord and the Spear of Destruction held high by Kazzak fell down at the same time. Amidst the loud noise of the earth shaking, the unbreakable Black Dragon Wall screamed and collapsed. When Diakum and Warrior approached the city gate, less than half of the city wall had collapsed, letting everyone see the hazy scene in the city.
General Garithos was right to despair before.
After Vigilant took action, the city carefully reshaped by the black dragons could not resist him at all.
But when the majestic giant broke through the city wall and entered the city, spreading the hot purifying light in all directions, the ancient howl of wolves sounded deeper in the city.
A pack of wolves is being released, seemingly to assist Dragonborn in repelling the invaders when they encounter a heavy attack.
That number is extremely exaggerated.
"Lyral Fangs of Fire appeared."
As a hunter, Archbishop Nali is very keen on sensing wild beasts. After sensing it for a few seconds, he said to Diakum:
"It released all the wolves it abducted from Gilneas into the city. Those werewolves controlled by Scythe of Elune can't tell the difference between us and the enemy! They are not only attacking Lothar's army, but also attacking Dragonborn in the city.
That old werewolf is crazy.
It will unleash all the power of Scythe of Elune, turning Lordaeron into a large cemetery full of blood and death! In addition, Goldrinn seems to be paying attention here.
I felt the aura of a beast that was higher than reality."
"Ignore it."
Vigilant whispered:
"We are heading towards the palace. Deathwing is coming back. It is approaching Material World. I don't want it to disturb the founding day of the Human Empire. You go and assist the Warriors in destroying those Black Dragon Towers!
Saloras, take this."
Dick handed the constantly vibrating Blade of the Black Empire to his adjutant. When Saloras took the Void Holy Blade, she could hear the roar and ferocious desire of the sharp and violent Black Iron Witch Queen.
"Prevent Xal'atath from escaping."
He warned Saloras:
"She will see everything she wants today, but the price is that her "traitor" must also return to the embrace of An'she. Today's Lordaeron is not only the end of Deathwing, but also hers."
"Hmm."
Archbishop of Holy Twilight nodded.
She carried Blade of the Black Empire and followed Diakum towards the dark palace shrouded in Void Energy, while getting used to this fallen holy weapon made from the claws of the ancient god.
This thing is very powerful. Old God is dead, but its corrupted power is still dangerous and cruel. It is an extremely dangerous medium of power for every walker on the path of shadow.
Blade of the Black Empire, like Twilight Hammer, has strong potential to become a conceptual artifact.
When holding it, Saloras's perception of the void becomes clearer, and those weird minions hidden and floating in the darkness of the city cannot escape her perception.
After a moment, she reminded:
"Nightmare King is back again. Perhaps it was forced by N'Zoth. It seems very reluctant, but it is still hiding in the dreamland here and intends to do some dangerous things."
"It'd better not do that."
Oreses curled his lips and said:
"Commander Diakum has prepared a "surprise" for it, and so is N'Zoth. It has been dealt with so many times, and it doesn't have a long memory at all?"
"Thousand Tentacle Demon and Xal'atath have an ancient agreement."
Dick shrugged and said:
"Believe me, N'Zoth doesn't want to provoke me at this time, but it can't help it. Certain contracts in the void must be abided by. Even Old God can hardly bear the price of breach of contract."
"Indeed, the city has been beaten like this, but the fierce Void Lord among N'yalotha·Slumbering City have not yet appeared. Except for Xavius, N'Zoth has not sent any subordinates here.
Its participation here is not even as active as at Quel'Thalas."
Neri shot an arrow, shooting down a flame-spraying Dragonborn, and then sent his own Sunlight Eagle "Holy Sun" around the city in search of prey.
The archbishop complained:
"As expected of the most treacherous Old God, N'Zoth is determined that Lordaeron will not have a second ending today. It has actually given up here. My damage to Void Creature is limited, so I will not go to the palace with you.
I always have to be worthy of my identity as a hunter, they are searching for traces of Lyral Fangs of Fire.
I'm going to help!"
In the urban area leading to the Lordaeron palace, the originally bustling commercial streets were filled with dark things.
Commander Lightfang Clan, Gavinrad General, raised his head here and could see the dazzling void rift above the palace, like a purple-red galaxy winding and twisting around the palace of Terenas.
In terms of scenery, it's not that ugly there.
Those dim stars are full of mystery, and people can't help but look at them.
Of course, considering that thing is a reflection of Sea of Darkness seeping into Material World, you have to endure the torture of lowering your mind every time you look at it.
Now that it has begun to get lost, the best way to deal with it is to control your curiosity and don't look or listen.
"It's right here! I feel the call of Scythe of Elune, and the old werewolf is hiding here."
Genn kept moving his werewolf nose, as if sniffing the things hidden in the shadows, and Old Staghelm and his junior brother Hamuul were also among them.
Lyral Fangs of Fire is a formal member of Cenarius Order. Even though it embraced Fury nine thousand years ago, Druid always have to give an explanation to their fellow disciples.
Old Staghelm releases natural reinforcement for others, he reminded:
"Don't try to communicate with Lyral Fangs of Fire. That guy is the first Archdruid to accept the anger of Goldrinn. It has been integrated with the uninhibited wildness of Goldrinn.
The demigod could resist the uncontrolled Bestial Wrath, but Yanya couldn't resist and didn't even think about resisting.
Lyral Fangs of Fire has become the incarnation of the wolf god's most ruthless hunting will. It has long abandoned humanity and wisdom, and represents the crazy form that a werewolf will eventually become if he allows his animal nature to control him.
It has been recruiting wolves since it was released, not because it has any evil plans, but simply because it desires hunting and killing.
There's no need to try to convince it, we've been trying for thousands of years and it can't turn back.
Giving it rest is the One method of giving relief.
White Pawn!
What's wrong with you?
You seem to be in a bad state?"
Old Staghelm was keenly aware of White Pawn's strange behavior. After entering this dark city, Varian Wrynn always turned his head sideways, as if he was listening to something talking to him.
"It's Goldrinn."
Varian grabbed Thunder Axe and explained with some embarrassment:
"The white wolf kept talking to me, but I felt like it was talking in my sleep. There was no logic at all. It was just motivating me to fight."
"Oh, that's normal."
Hamuul is an enthusiastic Tauren, which explained in a low voice:
"The Wolf God's body is dead, and its immortal spirit is sleeping in Emerald Dream. Occasionally, it will be attracted by some special things, but the Wolf God is asleep after all. You can't expect it to have any logic in its dreams.
But to be paid so much attention by Goldrinn, little brother, you are very talented in fighting.
If you behave well in a while, you might become the God Chosen winner of White Wolf God."
"But I don't believe in Goldrinn."
Varian curled his lips and said:
"Although I am Warrior, I believe in Holy Light, okay?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Hamuul leaned on the abstract Eternal Flame Torch and said with a smile:
"Goldrinn is different from other demigods. It will give you blessings when it sees you. No matter what you believe in, on the other hand, if you really believe in it, it will be unhappy. As Vigilant commented, Goldrinn doesn't like "good children."
"Whoosh"
A surprisingly bright flare fell from a height into the dark street.
That thing fell extremely fast, and when it hit the ground, it burst out with a dazzling light like a flashbang.
The problem is that the werewolves and Druid around were all staring wide-eyed to search for the hidden traces of Lyral Fangs of Fire. Suddenly they were thrown "dodge", and many werewolves covered their eyes and screamed on the spot.
Who is riding a horse with a flash bomb to clear the way?
The dog is blind!
But the good news is that the flash bomb that dispersed all the darkness also successfully illuminated the ancient werewolf master hiding in the corner preparing for a sneak attack.
Lyral Fangs of Fire hated the dazzling light. When he was expelled from the shadow, he jumped out and slashed at Old Staghelm, but White Pawn jumped up and hit him in the back with a tomahawk.
Thunder relied on weapon special effects to defeat the ancient werewolf. Then Lord Godfrey's gunfire rang out, and Fandral Staghelm transformed into armor Reindeer and rammed into it.
A brutal fight broke out. White Pawn was eager to go up and chop a few times, but as soon as he rushed over, he was kicked back by Archbishop Nali who jumped down.
"Do you open your eyes and see that this is the battlefield you should come to? Yanya can take away your life with a single A."
Neri knew that Diakum valued Varian Wrynn, so he shouted:
"Go outside and block the werewolves coming towards you. Warrior needs to carefully select his opponents, do you understand?"
"But I think I can fight!"
White Pawn frowned and retorted:
"Vigilant taught me that the way to Sword Saint is to seize the opportunity. I did this in Stromgarde. It only takes one support to create opportunities for others to defeat the enemy. The Scythe of Elune in that guy's hand is extremely sharp. It would be too outrageous to let the old man Fandral Staghelm fight head-on.
He'll be cut into venison fillets!
Also, what was that flare you just made of? My eyes were almost blinded by the flash."
"Hmph, my boyfriend is Saint of Light."
Neri drew her war bow and put on a sniper arrow. She aimed at the lightning-fast old werewolf and whispered:
"You can make a powerful flare by just pulling out a hair or some nails from his body. I also have a dragon breath bomb made from Vigilant's dandruff, which can burn hundreds of Undead or demons in minutes.
What?
You want it too?"
PS:
Today's chapter is said to be released with a high probability of being delayed by 1-3 days, so book friends, please don't panic~