Rivendare's heart was bleeding.
He and Anastari had gone so far as to take the dark potions the Scourge had given them, transforming themselves into Scourge creatures. Yet they had still lost, and Anastari had been killed by a single sword thrust.
Anastari was, after all, his fiancée. Seeing her meet such an end, he wished he could crush Rhode and Lilia to death with his bare hands!
"Once today is over, I'll tear you both to pieces!"
Rivendare lowered his eyes, carefully concealing the hatred in them.
He made up his mind to surrender to Rhode for now.
However powerful Rhode was, he was still just a young man without much guile.
As long as he could fool Rhode, then find allies once they reached Quel'Thalas, he would have a chance to take revenge.
However strong you are, can you possibly be stronger than our Scourge? Rivendare sneered inwardly.
But when he raised his face, he wore an expression of utter humility. "Mage Ronaldo, please tell me where your family lives. From this day forward, the Rivendare Family will serve yours for generations, without the slightest thought of rebellion!"
"That sincere, huh?" Rhode walked up to Rivendare with a grin.
"Yes, I mean every word!" Rivendare had gradually climbed to his feet and was now bowing and scraping. "I can also accompany you to Quel'Thalas and testify against Lord Dar'Khan... against that treacherous scoundrel Dar'Khan!"
Norn watched Rivendare with a frown, then gently tugged Rhode's sleeve and whispered, "Mage Ronaldo, I think this is a trick. Don't trust him so easily..."
Rhode laughed inwardly. This Death Knight's attitude changed so drastically. How could I not realize something was wrong?
More importantly, the trace of cunning around his eyes could never escape Rhode's keen gaze.
But Rhode merely waved Norn