Azeroth’s Death Track

Hoo... Hoo

The sound of heavy breathing sounded in the darkness. Before Dai Lin's eyes, the icy sea water was like a monster in a nightmare, crazily afraid of hitting his body. The icy water flow was like the tentacles of death, each of which made people feel sick. Creepy.

He desperately broke free from the shackles of the sea water, and rushed his head out of the water. The sky above his head was an ominous blood red, like the scene of the end of the world. The demon snared his fleet with fire.

He also saw his son Drake, who bravely confronted the monster, but the next moment, his body was submerged in the flames from the monster.

No!

Dai Lin suddenly woke up from the nightmare. He straightened up from the cold beach, his breathing was heavy, but after looking around, he found that it was just a nightmare. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a message came from his body. The severe pain made the admiral couldn't help covering his abdomen, where there were wounds scratched by the wreckage of the explosion.

His hands were also covered with dragonfire burns, but he somehow survived.

The sea water beat against the white sand beach in front of him. Dai Lin raised his head and could see the scorching sun, which made him squint his eyes. Soon, a feeling of anxiety rushed into Dai Lin's heart. He struggled stand up.

Drake...my son.

He turned his head, and the admiral's eyes narrowed at this moment. Behind him, a figure in a black cloak was facing him, sitting on a stone on the beach, while a skeleton horse with blood-red eyes was quiet. Standing beside this figure, the most important thing is that his son Drake is being carried on the horse in a comatose posture.

Who are you! Stranger... did you save us?

The admiral didn't immediately go forward to check his son's injuries. His fingers touched his waist, where the weapons he never left were stored, but he found nothing at the place where he started.

Are you looking for this, Mr. Admiral?

The dark figure seemed to be able to foresee Dailin's movements. He stretched out his hand, a black, well-crafted short-barreled pistol made by a dwarf master, and engraved with the royal emblem of Kul Tiras. The hands are beating.

The stranger's voice was hoarse and cold, and his behavior also raised Dai Lin's vigilance, but the next moment, this guy stood up, turned around and stood in front of Dai Lin, that familiar face almost made the general scream out.

Am I really a stranger? Your Majesty Dai Lin... are you too forgetful?

Mr. Tyrion!

There was a hint of joy in Dai Lin's voice. Of course, he did not forget the ranger in front of him. He and his companions saved Dai Lin and Drake once in South Sea Town. Now, near this tide-falling island, he Saved them again.

Praise the Holy Light!

Dai Lin took a step forward, but his perception was so keen, when he got close to Tyrion, he clearly felt the strong breath of death coming from the savior in front of him, that kind of cold, As if trying to strangle the throat, the temperament is incompatible with the living.

It made him stop.

A jerky smile appeared on Tyrion's face, and he looked at the admiral with an uncertain expression in front of him playfully, and said softly:

You guessed right, Mr. Dai Lin, I'm dead...

Death knight?

Dailin had participated in the battle in the Hillsbrad Hills, and he had personally seen how the tribe's death knights cruelly played with the dead. To Dailin, who believed in the Holy Light, it was simply the ugliest monster. I also heard about the tragedy at Dunholde Castle, where the death knights of the tribe raided there, killed the outstanding Major General Blackmoore, and polluted the important fortress of the alliance, which directly led to the escape of the tribe.

If Durnholde Castle is still there, the tribes of the hills will not be able to escape unscathed so easily.

Yes, the evil death knight.

Tyrion shrugged, Dai Lin's pistol danced between his fingers, his ice blue eyes looked at the admiral in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

I almost don't need perception, I can know what you are thinking! That's right, I destroyed Dunholde Castle, I killed Blackmoore, and I also had a share in the invasion of Quel'Thalas. Winrad also died at my hands, look, facing me who has done such an evil thing, will the great Admiral Dai Lin represent the Holy Light to destroy me?

Snapped

Throwing the cold pistol at Dai Lin's feet, Tyrion spread his hands:

Then come on, Mr. Dai Lin, kill me and make you a real hero.

Dai Lin bent down and picked up the pistol, his fingers rubbing the cold weapon, finally, he raised his head, looked at Tyrion calmly, and put the pistol back into the holster on his belt.

No, I refuse!

Um?

There was a flash of surprise in Tyrion's eyes, and he asked in a low voice:

Is it because I saved you and your son? There is no need for this. You see, I am so evil. There is a purpose for saving you. You don't need to feel ashamed of it. You killed me. This is the Holy Light will.

Besides that, I know you have a good conscience! Mr. Tyrion.

Dai Lin's face was pale, and he coughed lightly:

I heard from the prince of Arthas who now lives in Kul Tiras, that when the prince and princess faced the orcs, it was a weird elf death knight who saved them. That's you, right? Terry Ang...you saved the children, your conscience is still alive!

conscience?

Tyrion let out a chuckle: Are you sure I have that thing?

Dai Lin didn't answer, and there was silence between the two of them. After a while, Tyrion talked about another topic. He put his finger on the shoulder of the unconscious Prince Drake. This action made Dai Lin's finger immediately help him. On the handle of the gun at the waist.

Tyrion turned his head and looked at Dai Lin's actions, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

Your behavior is not as high-sounding as you said, but I am not here to discuss the philosophy of life and death with you, Mr. Dai Lin, I said, I saved you for a purpose, your son Drake should have died In this sea battle, and I changed his tragic fate and pulled him back from the shadow of death, you don’t have to believe my nonsense, but you have to pay the price...

What's the price?

Dai Lin's fingers did not move from the weapon, he looked at Tyrion, who easily lifted Drake from the skeleton horse with one hand, and threw it at Dai Lin, who hurriedly threw himself Holding his son in his arms, he squatted on the ground, carefully examining Drake's body.

The situation of His Majesty the Prince is very bad. The wreckage of the explosion pierced his heart, and the distance from the heart is less than the palm of his hand. His whole body is covered with flame burns, and he looks extremely miserable.

But his wound had been frozen, which prevented him from losing a lot of blood, and the blood in his body was still flowing in the case of serious injuries, which ensured the prince's survival.

After confirming that Drake was not in danger for the time being, Dai Lin heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his head, and the next moment, the icy cold blade that radiated cold air touched his neck. The sound of scalp tingling.

The price is... your life!

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Your Majesty, it is a relief to see that you are safe and sound.

The heavily surrounded boat leaned against the edge of the battleship. The great knight Cyrus stretched out his hand, trying to pull Dailin up from the boat, but His Majesty the King shook his head and sent his unconscious son to the deck with both hands.

Go to Mr. Chaldea!

Cyrus glanced at the situation of His Royal Highness, and hurriedly shouted to the knights beside him. Not long after, a transport boat carried the Chaldean priest to the ship where Dai Lin was temporarily staying, and began to treat the unconscious prince. injury.

However, when he felt the blood flowing normally in the veins of His Royal Highness, who should have been seriously injured and shocked, and the strange frozen traces of the wound, he became famous because he saved thousands of soldiers in Durnholde Castle. Even the eyes of the Chaldean priest who was called a saint suddenly shrank.

If he didn't guess wrong, he probably knew how the prince and His Majesty Dai Lin survived.

This also made the Chaldean priest feel powerless. He thought that following His Majesty Dai Lin's fleet into the sea, he would not encounter the dark shadow entwining his fate, but he did not expect that the hidden terror still remained. Follow along like a shadow.

While Prince Drake was being treated, Admiral Dai Lin was sitting in his captain's cabin. He excused his lack of energy and transferred the command to another commander, while he himself was in this dark place. Thinking about something in the captain's room, the absolutely loyal great knight Cyrus was on the sidelines, so as to protect his king at any time.

Cyrus, tell me, is there such a thing as fate?

King Dailin suddenly asked in the dark: Have you ever had that experience, when faced with a difficult problem of fate, you were in a dilemma, and in the end you could only choose a not-so-bad answer.

This weird question is not likely to be asked by Dai Lin, but the big knight just hesitated for a moment, and then said:

Your Majesty, as you know, I was born in Drustvar. That ghostly place is the most superstitious place in Kul Tiras. I have been used to hearing horror stories about witches and the Black Forest since I was a child.

Well, I know.

Dai Lin thought of his hometown, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet behind him, turned it away, took out two more glasses, and chatted with his knight in the dark.

Cyrus didn't think this kind of behavior was weird. In fact, as a veteran, he believed that Dailin's behavior at this time was normal. Any brush with death would change a person.

His Majesty Dai Lin took a sip of wine to relieve his nervousness, and he said slowly:

I also grew up listening to the legends of Asar, the heart of the forest, and the Knights of Ashes, but Drustvar...

The king frowned: The mage of Dalaran has been there more than once, and there are indeed some dark forces that we haven't discovered yet.

Yes, so I believe in fate, Your Majesty.

Cyrus put the epee in his hand, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip. In the sweetness of the wine, the veteran recalled his past.

That was when I was a child, and I played with a group of children in the forest. Although the adults kept warning us that there were darkness and witches hidden in the forest, children were not afraid of them, until I stumbled and fell into a cave in the forest. , It’s full of distorted corpses, it’s not like people who died normally, Your Majesty, you know, some people go missing in our place every year.”

Dai Lin nodded, but he didn't speak. He was also attracted by the story of the great knight.

I was terrified. I hid in the dark. For maybe...well, a day and a night. I felt something in the dark. I didn't know if I should run or stay where I was and wait for help until When I was so hungry, I mustered up my courage and ran towards the dark tunnel. I could feel that thing chasing me from behind! Until now, when I think of my childhood experience, I still feel my scalp tingle, it’s true ...

I thought I was going to die... until the moment I ran out of the darkness with all my might, I saw...

The big knight stopped for a while, probably because the memory was too thrilling, he took a big gulp of wine, and said to the king:

I saw Azar, the heart of the forest! That stag, like the most magnificent god, came to my side, it screamed towards the darkness, and waved its sword-like antlers, it protected me... .Since then, Your Majesty, I have known that destiny really exists...and it is all around us.

Cyrus stretched out his hand and lit the spar lamp. He looked at his lord solemnly, and said in a deep voice:

But courage is equally important. Destiny is darkness, and courage is candlelight. No matter how strong the darkness is, it only needs a little fire to fully illuminate it.

Dai Lin looked at the spar lamp that dispelled the darkness, the light in his eyes slowly lit up, he took a sip of wine, and he nodded to Cyrus:

I see, Cyrus, thank you.

There's enough time for rest, Cyrus, fly my flag...let's set sail and slaughter those green-skinned orcs!

The great knight nodded. In the light of the fire, his master returned... Dai Lin, he really came back.

The last Gul'dan incident reminded me, here is an explanation in advance: Dailin will become a death knight, but not now... On the one hand, there is no way to force Dailin to change jobs now, only with Sa Like Ruffal, make a contract. On the other hand, the fate of a person, in addition to personal efforts, must also take into account the course of history. Once Dailin changes jobs now, at least the navy of Kul Tiras will definitely Give up the orcs, swear to kill the death knights, and the annoying bronze dragon... (Yes, that's right, I am also a public opinion representative from the Earl of Glamorgan!)