In the dim Silverpine Forest, in a silent forest, the three forces are confronting each other.
"Fur..."
Dathrohan found himself once again in a situation of being surrounded. The number of High Lord here has already exceeded ten. It is no longer impossible for such a combination to ambush a Hero.
The worst thing is that Korth'azz is at least 10 minutes away from here, but it is difficult for him to understand why Mograine's matter involves Worgen and these rebellious Death Knight! They had no contact at all before this.
But now is not the time to consider these things. Just as Thassarian said, the transformation of Mograine cannot be done by just any Death Knight. This must be done by Frostmourne personally, but the current situation has destined that Mograine will not fall into the hands of Scourge.
"As you wish! Ashbringer may not become one of the dead, but he is destined not to live! Northern Frontier, this sad land is destined to belong to Scourge!"
Dathrohan put Mograine down from his shoulders and strangled his neck with his left hand. Death Knight's eyes were cold. For a Death Knight like him, he was not worried about the destruction of his body. As long as the trace of soul left in Frostmourne did not dissipate, he would have a chance to resurrect.
Amid the exclamations of Darion and Taelan, his palms clenched tightly. The strength of Heroic made the bones of the old knight tremble. The next moment, Mograine's neck would be broken.
But just when Velinde roared and rushed forward, the deep shadow behind Dathrohan moved strangely, and then a bright sword light lit up from Dathrohan's shoulder, as fast as a bolt of lightning across the night sky.
After Thorn Warglaives crossed over, Death Knight's arm and Mograine's body fell to the ground amidst Dathrohan's uncontrollable cry of pain, wearing Dark Green battle armor, the figure carrying Blade Cloak kicked Dathrohan in the chest, knocking Death Knight down, and then used the recoil to catch Old Mograine's body in his hand.
"Sorry, I'm a little late."
Wardens's tired and cold voice sounded in the forest, "Maybe you should call for help earlier next time. Do you know how long it takes to get here from Stratholme?"
This questioning made Darion a little embarrassed, but facing the aura of Wardens, Darion could only accept Old Mograine honestly and whispered,
"I'm sorry, Lady Maiev, it's just..."
"Okay, let's finish the rest. Eastweald Defensive Line is under fierce attack. Little girl Brigitte needs you to rush back and lead Warband Knights out. Herod and Myra have already rushed to the front line, so we'd better hurry up!"
Wardens lowered Warglaives in his hand and jumped into the shadow. This was the signal to start the war again. After rescuing Old Mograine, everyone could finally let go of their hands and feet to attack. Together with Thassarian and Velinde Among the wolves of E, Dathrohan, who had lost his right arm, struggled to wield the giant sword, but after Goldrinn's Scythe chopped Longsword into pieces, Dathrohan's Fate was doomed.
Ten minutes later, when Dwarves Death Knight When Korth'azz rushed here with the elite Death Knight, the battlefield had already calmed down. Dathrohan lost his command again and his body was kneeling on the ground. It can be seen that, Death Knight fought to the last moment. He used his remaining hand to hold Broken Sword to support his body from falling down, but the shocking wound on his back almost penetrated his chest.
Around him, trees were torn down, and the ground smelled of death, as if it had been plowed.
Korth'azz inspected the battlefield indifferently. Not far away, he found many corpses of Forest Wolves, mixed with some Wild Worgen. This discovery made Dwarves frown. How did Dathrohan get into trouble with these beasts?
Korth'azz can't understand it, but it doesn't matter. After Dathrohan's spirit is reshaped again, all the mysteries will be revealed.
"Take it and let's go!"
Korth'azz got on his horse, said something to Death Knight beside him, turned around and disappeared into the darkness of Silverpine Forest with the brigade. Another round of war for Northern Frontier has begun, and Great Door leading to Eastweald will also be opened. He also has no time to waste here.
On the other side, Darion and everyone are quickly retreating towards Hillsbrad Foothills. The rebuilt Dalaran is nearby. passes there. Portal, everyone can quickly return to Stratholme. They ride on Dire Wolf supported by Velinde and run in the forest, Wardens Maiev Beside Velinde, the two people seemed to be talking about some secret things.
"Aren't you going back yet? Everyone is worried about you. Before I changed defense and left Theramore, Princess Caliea asked about your news more than once."
Maiev's body was still very straight on the Mercedes-Benz Dire Wolf, but Velinde looked a little looser. There was a hint of Sorrow on the face of this female Worgen. She shook her head,
"I can always recall Anveena in that place... Those memories make me very Pain. If I could have been stronger at that time... Thank you, but I can't go back recently. The Worgen here are wild and untamed. They attack civilians crazily. Only Scythe of Elune can control them a little. Once I leave, the situation here will be even worse. Civilians are always innocent."
"Dick is currently looking for a method for Resurrection Anveena. Maybe you should help him."
Maiev saw Defensive Line of Hillsbrad Foothills in the distance. She said one last word to Velinde, and then drove Dire Wolf in that direction. After passing by, Velinde and her wolves stayed at the edge of Silverpine Forest. Female Worgen resumed her Night Elf form, carrying a green sickle on her back, staring at the retreating crowd.
There was a trace of longing in her eyes. When Haleycon, this Snow-White Direwolf followed Velinde from Blackrock Mountain to Silverpine Forest, she was intimate Rubbing Velinde's legs, he let out a comfortable whimper. Night Elf stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Haleycon's head. He turned his eyes to the west again and finally shook his head.
She turned around and walked into the dark Jungle, with the wolves following behind her, like Guard guarding King.
There are always some people who will put shackles on their lives, not to live a more meaningful life, but perhaps simply because they do not want to forget the beauty of the past. People with delicate emotions are indecisive, but when they really make up their minds, even mountains and rivers cannot stop them.
On the other side, when the tired Darion and others stepped out of Portal and returned to Stratholme, the City, which had been quiet for two years, was in a rare state of war.
The knights of Quel'Thalas and the knights of Argent Dawn, as well as the soldiers recruited from Hillsbrad Foothills, walked out of the city gate one after another. Under the leadership of Commander, they rushed to the destination. At the same place, Darion entrusted Old Mograine, who was almost exhausted, to Priest of Argent Dawn, and then quickly arrived at the Command Hall.
Brigitte Abbendis, the nominal ruler of Stratholme has put on a suit of battle armor, making her look more heroic. However, this beautiful girl is currently frowning and reading the battle report from the front line. Obviously, the battle is not going smoothly.
"I'm back, Brigitte!"
Darion shouted, Abbendis raised her head, her brows relaxed, but then they wrinkled again,
"What on earth have you done? Darion, do you know that Undeads rely on that damn Floating Fortress floating in the sky to attack again, Quel'Thalas's Mage resisted very hard. Once that damn thing enters the sky of Eastweald, all Defensive Line here will be doomed!"
"Sorry, Brigitte, but I have bad news for you!"
Darion lowered his voice, "Ashbringer was ambushed by Undead and was seriously injured and dying. We rescued him and is now placed in Stratholme. Renault That bastard colluded with Undead. Brigitte, we are in trouble!"
This sentence made Miss Abbendis's complexion change drastically.
"What! Hell, Scarlet Crusade took over at least one-third of Crusader's Hold's defense, as well as Andorhal and Hearthglen. Once those two places are lost..."
"That's what I'm worried about! Gather all the Gryphon Riders, we have to get there as quickly as possible!"
Darion grabbed Brigitte's arm, "Do you have any Communications Stone here who are in contact with the front line? I have to tell them to evacuate as soon as possible. Once Renault does something unforgivable, those three people will soon be overwhelmed by Undead!"
Brigitte immediately took out a white Communications Stone with Magic Runes engraved on it from his drawer and handed it to Darion. However, the moment the communication was connected, a tragic wailing sound reached the ears of the two people.
"Did anyone hear you? Answer quickly, is anyone there?"
Darion dragged Brigitte out of Command Room and shouted at Communications Stone, "Evacuate there quickly, it's not safe there!"
A few seconds later, a tired voice came over,
"Darion, is that you?"
"Father!"
When Brigitte heard this voice, he immediately snatched Communications Stone and said anxiously, "Father, get out of there quickly. Renault Betrayal has killed us. That bastard colluded with Undead. He even set up an ambush to ambush Mograine Grand Knight."
Miss Abbendis's voice was hoarse due to the pressure, but on the other side, General Abbendis, who chopped down a Ghoul with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked back at the already ignited Barracks and the tragic killings everywhere. The hope in his eyes was losing little by little. He said to his daughter with difficulty,
"Brigitte, my child, it's too late. Renault deceived Defensive Line from Barracks, causing Death Knight to rush into Barracks. This place has collapsed. That Madmen... He can't be saved, my child, listen to me. Don't come and die! Take care of yourself and go to Theramore to find Princess Caliea. We failed to fulfill our promise to her and the late king, but we will fight to the death here. We will not let Undead move forward until we die!"
"My child, I'm sorry that I can't attend your wedding. Brigitte. Be strong. You are a good boy. You have done very well over the years, but I have never praised you. But you will always be mine. Pride! You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself."
"Poof"
Runeblade stabbed from behind and penetrated General Abbendis's chest. The old general roared and shook the sword in his hand. He used his last strength to smash the head of Death Knight behind him. Cut off, this action exhausted all his will. The pale old general leaned on his body with his sword and looked at Undead who was approaching step by step in the twisted flames. A touch of softness finally appeared in his eyes.
"I wish you happiness... Goodbye, my child."
"No! Father, no!"
Brigitte held the broken Communications Stone in her hand, tears and Despair surged in her heart, Darion also Pain turned her face away, he couldn't bear to watch this scene, the female general's heartbreaking cries echoed outside Stratholme's Command Hall, indicating that a new wound had appeared on the troubled Northern Frontier battlefield.
On this day, the sky over Northern Frontier became hazy again, because it lost many Hero that had been guarding it. The land was soaked with blood. When the Flower of Vengeance in the soil opened up, it would inevitably lead to an overwhelming flame, burning all the beating sins.
But before that, everything needs to be endured, whether it is Pain or Despair.8