Not to mention the ongoing discussion at Stratholme Council Chamber, in Tirisfal's Agamand Mills, a black figure carrying Greatsword and Longbow on his back was standing in the blurred night, letting the cold wind here blow his Gray hair.
Unlike Undead who is wandering around, when the wind blows the tips of his hair, you can always see the sharp ears hidden under the hair, as well as his slender and powerful body.
This is High Elf Undead. Judging from the surrounding Risen's actions of avoiding him, this is still a tyrannical guy.
He has been standing here for a long time. In more distant places, in the black and desolate night, there are always some cold lights lighting up in the darkness. No one knows what it means, and no one is willing to explore there. In today's Tirisfal, only those who are not curious can survive. All adventurers and Scout who enter here will keep this sentence in their hearts.
Lor'themar Theron lowered his head and looked at his thin and pale face reflected in the small pond at his feet. Judging from the constant shining of Red Light in his eyes, he seemed to be in some kind of restless memory and lost his mind. This was almost impossible for a Rangers of his level, but it really happened.
"You're the only one left?"
A vicious and weak voice appeared not far behind Lor'themar. Along with the sound of little Bat flapping its wings and cutting through the air, the huge body of Balnazzar appeared. At the edge of the already abandoned farm, it moved its claws uneasily. One of them was almost completely cut off from the middle, and judging from the horrific wound on its chest that was still beating, this guy's escape journey was not pleasant.
Admiral Bali Westwind was naturally dead a long time ago. Balnazzar was preparing to stage another drama of bewitching leaders to corrupt an army, but this time it went wrong. When Brigitte Abbendis disappeared, it was vaguely aware of it. Something was wrong, but at that time Dreadlord felt that things could still move forward. Anyway, Old Mograine was seriously injured and dying. With just a little trick, it could control the entire Scarlet Crusade from the source.
But unfortunately, whether it was Naxxramas's fall or Kel'Thuzad's death, everything happened so quickly that even Balnazzar didn't react, and Old Mograine was rushed by Rage and was blocked in Tyr's Hand's office.
Frankly speaking, at that moment, Balnazzar felt that he was dead.
But it finally escaped. After all, the old knight's body had not returned to its full strength. In addition, Balnazzar, a guy who cherished his life, had made a lot of preparations when he arrived at Tyr's Hand. At the cost of serious injuries, he finally escaped in embarrassment amid the overwhelming Holy Fire.
Then Dreadlord really saw the power under the iceberg of the invisible third-party group Paladin. Argent Dawn dispatched 7 Wardens and countless Rogue to spread throughout Eastern and West Darrowmere, in 3 days, Balnazzar suffered almost no less than 20 assassinations, which gave it no time to recover. In the end, it had to break into Tirisfal, and disappeared in the chaos of the Undead Sea. Only then was it possible to save a life.
This was the most embarrassing time for Demon in Azeroth's journey. It vowed countless times to lead Undead Scourge's iron hooves to completely conquer this place in the coming year. A damn place, but the truth is always cruel. The entire Northern Frontier situation is now turned upside down. With its seriously injured body, even returning to Northrend is a luxury.
So even though he was not familiar with Lor'themar Theron, after finding out the whole story, Balnazzar still came all the way. It urgently needed a powerful Watcher to escort it back to Northrend.
"Dathrohan and Korth'azz died, Heigan had their heads cut off by Tirion Fordring, Faerlina and Noth were captured by mistake, Anub'Rekhan died on the spot,
Kel'Thuzad... is also dead, you are right, I am the only one left."
Lor'themar's voice is very hoarse, but it is probably because he is High Elf. His voice is one of the better ones among Undead Scourge, with a special magnetism.
But he didn't move yet. He just looked at the puddle at his feet quietly, seeming to distinguish the difference between his current self and his previous self. Balnazzar didn't notice this. Dreadlord waved his hand anxiously and shouted to Lor'themar,
"Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you command the Undead of Tirisfal region to stop those crazy Paladin? Do you know that in just half a month, the West Darrowmere battlefield It's almost overturned! If you had your command, we would never be in such a miserable situation. Don't tell me you can't control them. A guy like you is more than enough to take over the command of Kel'Thuzad... unless... unless..."
Dreadlord snarled a few words, and a wild idea suddenly jumped into its mind full of cunning schemes. This idea was so frightening that even Balnazzar couldn't help but swallow its saliva. The now miserable Nathrezim Demon found that it seemed that it had done something wrong, and it cautiously took a few steps back.
Until then, Lor'themar, who had been unresponsive to Balnazzar's scolding, turned around. He moved his arms, but there was no movement. The Black Rose War Bow behind him fell into the palm of his hand.
"Unless what?"
Theron's indifferent inquiry made Balnazzar feel more and more that something was wrong. It did not answer, but stared at the body of Dark Ranger in front of it, ready to Vampiric Form at any time. escaped. Now that things have reached this point, everything is clear. Theron must have undergone some unknown changes to Dreadlord. This change makes him a little frightened.
The next moment, under the gaze of Balnazzar, Lor'themar Theron, the powerful Dark Ranger who was killed by Arthas himself, and whose soul Fragments was sucked into Frostmourne, lightly took out a piece of broken purple Crystal from his arms with his left hand, and crushed it gently.
Slightly floating purple light floated around Lor'themar's body, and finally returned to the already cold body.
The blood Red Light in Dark Ranger's eyes also gradually disappeared at this moment, like a slowly extinguished bonfire, which seemed to represent the advent of eternal darkness. But at the moment when King's Spirit Fire was completely extinguished, a green light reappeared in the eyes, which seemed to represent the beginning of a new time.
Lor'themar Theron is still the body of Undead, but after repairing the last piece of broken soul, he is... free!
The next second after seeing this scene, Balnazzar's body suddenly exploded, and Avatar countless bloody little Bat flew out screaming in all directions, but they were also here For a moment, Plague Spider, the mother of spiders Maexxna, who had been hiding under Armangade Mill Farm, broke out of the ground. Its eight powerful legs pushed its huge body, and under the will of its owner, it jumped into the sky.
When the white, huge, highly poisonous spider webs bound most of the little bloody Bat back to the ground, Lor'themar also opened the Black Rose War Bow in his hand, and without looking at the dark night, he shot seven arrows, hitting the seven Bat with precise headshots.
Bat, who was constantly struggling in the white sticky spider web, finally reunited into the body of Balnazzar. Dreadlord looked at Lor'themar Theron, who was walking towards him step by step, with vicious eyes mixed with a touch of fear, like a local dog that was forced into a corner, shouting crazily,
"You can't kill me! The being behind me can easily crush you with one finger!"
"You bastard! If you Betrayal us, Arthas will kill you with his own hands! He will not allow Traitor to exist!"
Theron's gaze did not waver at all. He put Black Rose War Bow back behind his back and pulled out the black Sin'dorei giant sword. The energy of death was wrapped around it crazily, forming an even colder dark blade. He looked at the shouting Dreadlord indifferently, and his cold eyes made his whole body shiver.
"Then let him come!"
A cold light flashed, this may be the last sound Balnazzar heard in this world, and it was chilling to the bone.
At the same time, the square in Southshore was crowded with people. On this day, civilians from all over Hillsbrad Foothills who heard the news came to Southshore with their families. Even people from as far away as Arathi Highlands came on horseback, just for one thing.
Today, here, the reorganized Scarlet Crusade is going to reveal Judgment, the Evil servants from Undead Scourge, the scum who use human bodies to serve the villains of death.
The big Judgment officer Isillien, who had just recovered from serious injuries, was wearing Blood Red's Priest robe, holding Paladin's Admonition in one hand, and the other hand holding Scepter for conviction. Beside him, Scarlet Crusade knights worked in pairs, escorting more than a dozen guys in black robes. The most eye-catching ones were a beautiful woman with Anti-Magic Shackles on all four limbs, and a facially paralyzed man who needed Paladin's support to stand up.
Southshore At this time, it was already crowded with civilians who came to watch the execution. In the solemn scene, the entire square was quiet, but this silence was like ripples on the surface of a deep pool. Deeper, unimaginable Storm was brewing, like a suppressed fire. When it broke free from the restraints, it would inevitably burn everything in the darkness in front of it.
"Black Witch Faerlina, during the invasion of Undead, massacred nearly 300 civilians with extremely cruel means. He was also guilty of 17 crimes including Desecration's corpse, spreading Plague, and spreading Forbidden Knowledge. His crime is unforgivable! He is sentenced to... be burned at the stake!"
"Plaguebringer Noth, during the Undead invasion, used Evil's Plague to infect at least 1,200 civilians. At the same time, he committed 23 crimes including spreading taboos, Desecration icons, etc. His crime is unforgivable! Sentenced to... fire at the stake!"
"Gavin, the leader of the acolytes, used extremely cruel methods during Undead's invasion and was sentenced to be burned at the stake!"
"Acolyte E'Afiel... sentenced to be burned at the stake!"
"Cult of the Damned Mercenary Captain Pipe... sentenced to be burned at the stake!"
In the solemn and cold voice of Isillien, the Scepter in his hand slipped off again and again. Every sound of "sentenced to be burned at the stake" could cause a burst of cheers from the civilians. At the last moment, when those the Cursed Cultists who were struggling, shouting, crazy, or calm were chained to the stake, the atmosphere at the scene reached its climax.
Paladin, who was dragging Black Witch Faerlina, was accidentally bitten on the arm by this beautiful woman like Madmen. She was like a desperate Wolfsisters, biting and refusing to let go. This act of resistance immediately angered the civilians below. Countless people shouted,
"Kill her! Kill that Madmen!"
"Purification her!"
The sound filled with Hatred formed a substantial Tide. If it were not for the obstruction of the guards, the excited civilians would even rush to the Judgment stage and personally strangle to death those bastards who had committed unforgivable crimes against their compatriots.
Another Paladin raised Fist, and the steel-wrapped gauntlet slammed over the head of Faerlina, whose whole body Arcane Power was imprisoned. After three hits, he rescued his brother. A piece of flesh was bitten off Paladin's arm, and the craziest smile appeared on Faerlina's face, which was already covered in blood.
"Come! You inferior creatures, I will get the eternal life I want in the flames! You will all die, I the Cursed you, the Cursed you with my life!"
She went crazy, under Judgment and fear, this Mage... went crazy.
When more than a dozen burning stakes were lit at the same time, the sound of reciting Holy Light prayers rang out in the Southshore square, and countless civilians who had lost their families because of this disaster knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
The blazing flame is like some kind of symbol. When the sun's rays shine on this cold Judgment field, the coldness seems to be eliminated, and maybe the warmth will return here in the next moment.
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