Sad, maybe two?
Many years later, when Prince Tortheldrin commanded the Death Guard of Empress and fought in the star sea, he still could not forget the dusk when Nightwell's shield quietly extinguished before his eyes.
Death Lord Toserin and his Scourge heroes were all dumbfounded.
They really didn't expect that the Nightwell shield that had trapped them for so long and was as impossible to attack as a turtle shell would suddenly Dispersion for no reason.
As a powerful spell caster, Toserin has not planned an action to seize Nightwell in the past ten thousand years. He has done a lot of research on the energy operation of Nightwell, so it is certain that this is not some kind of "energy out of control".
This is Energy Nodes, which was shut down by someone from the inside of Nightwell, which directly caused the barrier directly in front of Suramar to fail.
But Undead was so shocked that they didn't even rush over immediately.
Death Knights suspected that this might be a trap, after all, everything happened so suddenly, but then, when they saw a large group of bat-like gargoyles flapping their wings and roaring into Suramar City, and grabbing a few unlucky ghosts Nightborne who were also shocked, Toserin's heart sank.
It's true!
Suramar is about to end
The elf Death Knight holding Frostmourne even felt a resistance in his heart. He fully knew what Scourge would bring to the city once he entered the city, but then that small resistance turned into an even colder mental execution under the operation of Domination.
As the Crown of Winter on his forehead erupted with cold air, and while a skull ghost face was shaped on Toserin's handsome and feminine face, he raised the Frostmourne in his hand high, and then slashed downwards.
The moment the sword exuding endless cold air pointed at Suramar City, the extremely silent Undead Army began to march.
Death Knight took the lead, followed by Ghoul and the skeleton cavalry, and then followed by the plague-ridden zombies and Nerubian. The gargoyles in the sky surrounded the bone dragons and advanced towards the city. With Toserin's death war horse also began to move forward, under the call of Frostmourne, the dead under the entire Suramar earth wailed and roared with hatred with their decayed vocal cords.
The ground shook, and those ancient corpses struggled to crawl out from under the earth.
There is no need to even summon Toserin. These Withereds who were exiled to the outside of the city and died miserably for ten thousand years are the best source of soldiers. They suffered extreme pain and died so that even if they lost their bodies, they could turn into the most ferocious Vengeful Spirits.
During the more than a month of siege, Toserin did not do anything.
He created a "Black Knights" battle group for himself, which is the elite force among Scourge and Death Knight. They have three forms and can fight, even defeating demons. They are already top-notch in the military system of mortal civilization.
More and more Undead joined the army advancing towards Suramar. When Toserin's death horse passed Suramar's Grand Promenade, he had already seen the ancient city surrounded by war smoke.
This gorgeous city that has been preserved since the imperial period will come to an end today.
What a pity.
Nightborne will become history, but the loyal people of Queen Azshara will re-enter the civilized stage of Azeroth with the Queen in a "new form".
Toserin glanced at Frostmourne in his hand.
The Dominion Rune on the surface of this Demon Sword is also beating, just like the light that lights up when breathing, representing the expectation and desire of this Demon Sword.
It hopes to be held by a powerful soul, and it hopes to spread the majesty of death to the entire star sea. This may be the mission it was given when it was created, and now, it is finally about to get this opportunity.
Toserin has no complaints about this.
He had no complaints about his death. It was because he underestimated the enemy and was careless, and he deserved it because of his arrogance.
But he really has had enough of this kind of life.
He didn't want to be manipulated by a bastard like Gul'dan anymore. He desperately hoped that he could lie in a coffin like other dead people and no longer care about the rights and wrongs of the world of the living.
If "handing" this sword to the supreme Azshara can end his own pain, then Toserin is absolutely willing to give everything in exchange for this opportunity.
In fact, there is no need to worry.
Just today!
As a result, the cold face under Crown of Winter showed a rare smile.
Looking forward to relief, he ignored the chaos that had arisen in the city. Surrounded by the echoing screams and roars, blood and death, he led a Black Knights battle group through the noisy city and advanced towards Nightwell Fortress.
He didn't want to waste any more time.
He wants to "get off work".
Anyone who dares to stop him from getting off work is waiting for a heartbreaking blow from Frostmourne.
At the same time, in addition to Suramar's Nightwell Fortress, Sylvanas·Windrunner everyone was numb.
The second sister Windrunner had just climbed the stairs of Nightwell Fortress following the great astrologer and others. She didn't even have time to "meet" the legendary Queen Azshara, but she saw with her own eyes the collapse of Nightwell's energy shield.
The collapse without warning plunged the entire Suramar into disaster in a very short period of time. As a terrifying number of Undead entered the city, this gorgeous city was quickly being dragged into the hell of death.
The good news for the One is that because Elisande previously ordered the city defense army to "clean up Trolls spies," civilians in the city poured into the market area a few days ago, asking for the protection of Queen Forbidden Guard.
Nightborne have unique "logistics advantages".
They don't need to eat, they just need magic wine every day, so even if they are besieged by Undead, there will be no tragic situation in the city.
Most of the civilians are now hiding in the market area, and Forbidden Guard, which was previously deployed to prevent Elisande from causing a massacre, has now become a true "unbreakable wall".
"General Varo'then, hurry up and take people to the market area! You must resist Scourge's troops there."
Vashj responded quickly, she shouted to Varo'then:
"The Queen is about to wake up. We, the ministers, cannot let the Queen see the desperate situation in which her people are being ravaged by the dead. Moreover, those people are absolutely loyal servants of the Queen. We have the responsibility to protect them."
"But what happens to the fortress if I go there?"
Varo'then leaned on his magic blade and said seriously:
"Undead is here for the queen, I must stay here to protect my queen!"
"I am here."
Vashj said casually, and when he saw her moving her fingers, General Varo'then couldn't help but touch his chest.
During this period of time, Vashj has been doing combat training with him in order to master the "power of Forbidden Guard". This was done in secret. Therefore, only Varo'then and several palace maids knew what kind of monster power Vashj hidden behind this charming appearance.
At least Varo'then can only last a dozen rounds under her before being completely defeated, but General Varo'then is a demigod Demon Sword soldier.
Therefore, when Vashj said that she was here, Varo'then, who was extremely loyal to the Queen and even did not hide his "dog-licking" behavior at all, actually felt a wonderful "sense of security".
Precisely because he is the loyal licking dog of the Supreme Queen, Varo'then is very precise in matters concerning the Queen.
Staying here alone may not necessarily protect the Queen, but going to the market area can calmly protect the Queen's loyal ministers. From the perspective of "protecting the best Queen Azshara", he will never let go of anyone or anything that will make the Queen sad!
"I'll leave this to you!"
Varo'then summoned his magic war horse and got on his horse, and soon led the remaining Forbidden Guard Warrior towards the chaotic market area. The great astrologer also ordered Oru'ruel to bring Demon Sword soldiers to rush to support.
Although the great astrologer does not care much about the life and death of civilians, the problem now is that Scourge's war characteristic of "fighting more and more" determines that if he does not save the civilians, he will soon fall into the tragic situation of "alone".
"Restart Nightwell as soon as possible!"
The great astrologer turned to the others and said:
"Elisande has gone crazy. She has closed the barrier, but this is definitely not the desperate trick she will do the One. We must control her. Ms. Vashj, the responsibility of protecting the queen is left to you. I will lead the casters to round up Elisande and her last loyalist.
They must be hiding in Nightwell Fortress."
"I'll stay here."
Sylvanas grabbed her war bow and said to Vashj:
"I have no special feelings for Azshara. At this time, Undead has entered the city. If you want to reset Nightwell Fortress's defense, it will take some time. My rangers will stay here to help you with air defense, and I will guard the bridge of the fortress to buy you time."
"Okay!"
Vashj patted the second sister Windrunner on the shoulder and said:
"I don't like your attitude towards the Queen, but I believe in Sun King's sincerity. I leave the external defense to you. If necessary, blow up this bridge!"
Shiva did not answer, she just glanced at Vashj with a strange look, and then looked at the clear fingerprints left on her shoulder armor. No, how come you, Highborne, who is known for being "coquettish", have such strong hands?
Could it be that there is a Vrykul hidden under this beautiful skin?
"Sorry, it's not easy to control your strength when you're excited."
Vashj retracted his hand in embarrassment and whispered:
"Sometimes I really feel like I have turned into a monster in human skin, but that's fine. If it weren't for such a brutal power, how could I protect my supreme Mistress?
You young elves don't understand what the Queen means to us. When you see her with your own eyes, you will be as willing as me to Consecration everything for her."
"I doubt it."
Sylvanas pulled up his combat hood, gestured to A-Qiang, telling him to stay here on defense, and then advanced toward Nightwell Fortress with "Sun Saint" Liadrin.
Vashj took several maids to the queen's sleeping place, where they wanted to form the last line of defense to protect the queen.
However, just when the spy master entered the core area of Nightwell, she smelled the smell of blood. This made her face change. She rushed forward and punched the closed magic door. Then she saw the Forbidden Guards who were guarding Azshara's sleeping place lying on the ground in a mess.
A maid who was struggling to crawl had her hands crushed by magic. She saw Vashj and wailed:
"Quick! Elisande. is going to assassinate the queen. She is crazy! Go and save her!"
"Huh?"
Vashj entered the lightning state of "nanosecond response" in an instant, and disappeared in a swish, leaving only the shattered ground along the way. It was like the outbreak of a humanoid beast, and it only took less than ten seconds to enter the place where the queen slept.
The good news is that the Queen was not assassinated.
The bad news is that the disheveled Elisande is laughing wildly while holding two glass bottles emitting dark green smoke with both hands.
Under Vashj's extremely angry gaze, the power of time when her supreme queen was sleeping was surrounded by thick green "smoke and dust".
The power of time can indeed isolate all diseases, but for those spellcasters who have mastered the secret of time, the protection of time is not absolutely safe. Unfortunately, in the field of "time", Elisande is the real leader.
"You!"
Every time Vashj takes a step forward, her body changes. This is due to her extreme anger activating the "hidden form" set by an unscrupulous Vigilant for this "female Forbidden Guard".
Spymaster asked:
"What exactly did you do to your queen?"
"I love her!"
Elisande, who had obviously entered a certain state of madness due to the mental gift, turned around and said in a strange tone:
"I am loyal to Azshara! I love her as much as you do, I just hope haha, I just hope my queen can empathize with her people. You know what?
Her the One mistake is to be aloof, and her the One problem is that she is born arrogant.
Like you, I want the queen to be better and more perfect, so I want to eliminate this hidden danger and mistake for her. I want her to suffer the same suffering as her people, and I want her to lose the face she is proud of.
I want her
Haha.
Reduced to Trolls"
"Bang"
The glass bottle with the Magic Plague sample still left was smashed to the ground, and Elisande laughed. At this time, she could not still have the grace of Archmage. What was hidden under that appearance was a soul that had completely collapsed due to pressure, greed, and fear.
She was really scared Azshara.
She had ten thousand years to take action, but she waited until now to make up her mind.
If she cannot save Suramar, whom she has sheltered for ten thousand years, from the "tyranny" of Azshara, then let this ungrateful city burn.
"You! Deserve! Die!"
Vashj almost squeezed out these words through his teeth, but Elisande was not afraid.
She can manipulate the energy of Nightwell, and the connection she has established with Aman'Thul's Eye is enough to make this her home. In the time that can be controlled at will, she is not afraid of anyone's challenge, even Azshara
But when Vashj's form really changed, Elisande's eyes widened.
Then, Archmage made an even sharper sneer:
"Monster! Your loyalty to Azshara has turned your body and mind into a monster. You are just like your Mistress, a monster that should not exist. Good! If she can really wake up, then she will see your miserable state with her own eyes, pathetic Vashj!
Look at you now.
You are as ridiculous as your queen."
"Bang"
Frostmourne's ice blade struck Gleam's holy shield with a strong aura of death. The collision of death and Holy Light's force caused the already shaky bridge to break.
Although Divine Shield has not been defeated, Liadrin holding the holy blade is still pale.
In front of her eyes, Death Lord Toserin holding Demon Sword was like an unstoppable god of death. It only took him less than ten minutes to disintegrate the defenses of the Quel'Thalas rangers and Paladin.
As long as the fatal Demon Sword is touched, it will ruthlessly take away the lives of the living and inject some more gloomy "things" into the body in an instant.
Liadrin is God Chosen of Vigilant. She is also the high-level priest of Sun State Religion. She can control the power of Holy Light and the sun, but this alone cannot stop the death running on the battlefield in front of her.
What's even worse is that now she not only has to protect herself, but also Sylvanas.
"Don't come here!"
Liadrin supported the holy shield and struggled to resist Frostmourne's chops again and again.
she shouted:
"Shiva, go back! Don't come over, you are no match for him."
"But it's not a question of whether I can win or not! How can I let you fight alone?"
Windrunner The second sister roared.
Most of the rangers she brought have been killed or injured, and behind her there are thousands of Nightborne civilians and soldiers who are fleeing to Nightwell Fortress.
Those Black Knights are chasing them, and the line of defense established by the Quel'Thalas elves here is their the One hope.
Shiva opened his family's treasured bow and fired forward with the wind as the arrow. The flying storm arrows were like a barrage of artillery bombardments, driving several Black Knights into the sea water around the bridge. One storm arrow even penetrated Toserin's armor and pierced his heart.
If he were a living person, he would have failed long ago, but unfortunately, the dead do not have a beating heart.
More importantly, it is not just Undead who wants to attack Nightwell Fortress.
"There's something in the water!"
The scream of a ranger made Shiva's heart tighten. She quickly retreated, but was still forced into a panic by several Naga thugs who rushed out of the sea.
When Shiva killed Naga at close range, Shiva felt a gust of cold wind amidst the roar of Liadrin. As soon as he turned around, he saw Toserin's face that transformed into a skeleton in the cold air, and his eyes as cold as glaciers.
"You are very brave. Windrunner would be proud of you."
He said so.
Then, the sharp blade entered the body, and the cold blade tore flesh and blood, causing Sylvanas to lose all power at this moment.
She was lifted into the air by Toserin like a flag of flesh and blood. The moment Sath'dorah War Bow let go of her hand with blood, the second sister Windrunner finally let out a cry of pain, but then, she used her last strength to spit at Death Lord in front of her, and was then coldly thrown out of the sword by Toserin and thrown into the chaotic sea water.
That was her response to death, and death's response to it.
She said: Windrunner family, there is no coward!
Death said: Well done! You didn't lose any weight. I hope you can survive, but it's probably unlikely.