Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 172 10. The Blood of the Same Origin. The Fate of Myra [43100]

It is very difficult to walk on the land ravaged by undead.

Those mindless walking corpses and skeletons will not let you go just because of your noble status, they are driven by the most fundamental evil infused with death to destroy everything, if Myra Dawnblade is not a paladin, without the protection of the Holy Light, It is impossible for him to reach Hellfire Citadel in the sea of ​​undead.

But even so, when he saw the entrance of Hellfire Citadel, the paladin's body was already covered with scars, as well as blood and gray bones that belonged to the stench of the undead. The moment he saw Myra appearing, the guard The death knights in Hellfire Citadel held their weapons tightly, but facing the fate of being killed in the next moment, the paladins threw away the weapons they relied on for self-defense.

Seeing the faint blue light beating in the death knight's eyes, Myra said softly:

I want to see your leader! Luminas Yangscar, tell her...her lover is here to pick her up.

The lower-level death knights' thinking operations are obscure, but they have at least basic rationality, so soon, the seriously injured Myra was sent to Hellfire Fortress. When stepping into the dark passage, Myra gritted her teeth and persisted. Swaying, his eyes became darker and darker, when the last ray of light dissipated, Myra saw the death lord walking down the steps.

She saw that familiar long fiery red hair, that frosty cheek...

Thanks to Shengguang, she is still as beautiful as ever...

There was a smile on the corner of the paladin's mouth. At the moment when his body fell powerlessly to the ground, a cold arm held him up in the air. Luminas looked at the comatose paladin who threw himself into the net , the red light in her eyes danced.

Hatred, anger, unwillingness, grief, despair, as well as longing, sadness, and a little bit of confusion.

Go down and continue to attack the human camp!

The death lord waved his hand, and the death knights quietly retreated into the darkness. Luminas embraced Myra in her arms, and walked towards her dormitory as the lady's boots collided with the ground.

This is her problem, her trouble, she is holding the most important person in her arms, how to deal with him, it is better not to let too many people know.

It was several hours later that Myra woke up again. The paladins in Hellfire Citadel did not know the situation on the front line. At this point in time, the tireless undead had flooded the second line of the alliance's forward base. The defense line, the necromancer infantry of Hellfire Citadel have also been dispatched, the human base is in danger, and even Archmage Khadgar is ready to open the door of darkness to escape when necessary.

In the entire Draenor, no one will pay attention to the life and death of this group of people outside the territory, even the dark blade knights who launched the attack don't care, no matter why they came, they are destined to be impossible to achieve their wishes.

The moment the timeline crossed, the fate of this world was completely different.

Myra was lying on the soft velvet bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw gauze curtains emitting dazzling light in the dim light of the spar lamp. It was a dark red hue, covering the edge of the bed. It looks luxurious, and above the veil, the original rough and wild walls have been completely changed. Under the order of the death lord here, the undead have realized her pursuit of quality of life.

Fiery red curtains hang below the walls, as well as bead curtains made of precious stones, ornate lamps inlaid with purple gemstones, and thick carpets on the ground. This style of decoration is somewhat familiar to Myra, a nobleman of Quel'Thalas. The palace seems to be decorated in this way.

If it weren't for the conspicuous black Broken Blade banner on the curtain, Myra would think she had awakened in her hometown.

He struggled to sit up, in front of the big bed, beside the gilded full-length mirror in front of him, a slender and lonely figure was sitting there, she took off her cold armor and put on a long black gauze skirt, Even the hair has changed back to the way it used to be when he was alive.

It was as if she was still alive.

Lumi!

Myra stretched out her hand towards the back subconsciously, and he said in a harsh voice:

You remember me, don't you?

Of course, I remember you, Myra Dawnblade, I remember your face, I remember your eyes, I remember your smell, I remember everything about you.

Luminas stood up and brushed her long fiery red hair with her hand. Her voice was low, hoarse, and hollow, which made people feel cold and strange.

Memories about you are rolling in my mind, and I often immerse myself in that golden memory. For this reason, I am often reprimanded by Tyrion, who says I am destroying myself...but I can't control it Even if I wake up every time, my soul will be in pain and unable to restrain myself, as if it is torn apart...

She turned around, with a cold and calm light shining in her dark red eyes:

Myra, have you ever experienced that kind of pain? It's like two souls in one body, constantly fighting for control of this body... Have you ever experienced that kind of loneliness?

The paladin's eyes dimmed, and this scene made the corner of the death knight's mouth burst into a sneer. She swayed gracefully and walked towards the paladin. The latter just wanted to move, but the dark red energy surging from both sides Imprisoned tightly on the bed, he struggled, but couldn't get rid of that cold bondage, and couldn't even speak.

You're disappointed, aren't you?

The sight of your former lover turned into an afterlife monster, a dead body still alive, makes you sick, doesn't it? My Myra?

Luminas stretched out her fingers, and the dark red nails stroked the paladin's pale cheeks. The death knight sat on the side of the bed, bent down, and said in the paladin's ear:

What are you here for?

Do you want to persuade me to return to death and accept the fate of death, or to persuade me to let go of those living? Do you think you are still as important in my heart as before? As long as you open your mouth, I will do what you want me to do Everything I got...just like it used to be, bad girl and nice guy love, as good as it used to be, right?

hiss

The sharp nails scratched a trace of blood on the paladin's cheek, and the sting made Myra struggle more frequently. Luminas put the blood-stained finger into her mouth, and she frowned.

Sorry, I can't feel the smell of blood, but I can guess that you are probably in pain.

You're in pain, you're sad, you're desperate...I can feel it, but Myra... As I lie in the ruins of Daysom after the war, I'm buried in darkness by the fallen outpost, in In that dead void, I can feel the blood flowing away from the wound little by little, I can feel that life is abandoning me little by little, like an hourglass... You know that at the moment of death, in the cold The moment my death hugged me, what was I thinking?

Myra, Myra.

Luminas's fingers gently stroked the paladin's wounded body, just like a lover's consolation, she lowered her head, and licked the paladin's earlobe with the tip of her cold tongue, just like a lover's sweet words, she whispered:

I was thinking of you... Before the darkness covered my vision, what I thought was, where is my lover? Where is the lover who swore to live and die with me? Why did the one who said The man I'm going to spend my life with isn't with me... has he abandoned me?

Myra, tell me, where were you when... when I needed you most?

puff

The cold force penetrated into the wound of the paladin through his fingers. The severe pain made Myra's face paler, his eyes widened, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. This kind of pain is not only from the body, but also from the soul. torture.

You finally abandoned me...

The death lord withdrew her fingers, she stood up, the negative emotions shining in her eyes, all the emotions dissipated at this moment, her eyes became cold again, she stood by the big bed with her arms crossed, looking at the paladin in front of her , she said in a low voice:

13 days, I waited for you in that hell for 13 days, even if it's just to collect the body, even if it's just a sorry... All my resentment will dissipate, and I will accept my fate with satisfaction, but unfortunately, I will give you For 13 days, you never showed up...Do you know why 789 people were killed in the entire Daysom battle, but Tyrion only resurrected me?

Because of resentment! What you don't get, will turn into resentment, cheating, will turn into resentment...Love, love, will turn into the most terrible kind of resentment...I hate you! Myra, I hate you !

Two lines of tears fell under the corner of the paladin's eyes. He struggled crazily. The weak Holy Light in his body fought against the death energy that imprisoned him, tearing his wounds and letting blood fill his body. And those tears, I don't know if it's out of regret or out of fear.

Swish Swish Swish

Luminas turned around, took out a bottle of fine wine from the wine cabinet behind her, took out two goblets, poured the blood-red liquid into the glasses, and with the two glasses of wine, she returned to St. In front of the knight, she calmly looked at the man in front of her, as if looking at a stranger.

hum

All the restraints were loosened at this moment, the paladin fell weakly on the bed, he turned his head to look at the death knight in the darkness, cowardly tears covered his entire face, his lips were moving, but that sentence, I'm sorry, But in any case can not say it.

And even if it is said, so what?

Come on, have a drink.

The death knight put his wine glass aside, reached out to help the paladin up, and made him sit by the window. She handed him the wine glass in her hand, and Myra Dawnblade took it with a blank expression.

clang

The wine glasses collided together and made a crisp sound. The red liquid was beating and was sent into the death knight's mouth. She took a step back and said in a low voice:

I have fantasized about the scene where we meet again many times. I thought that I would kill you without hesitation and end the nightmare that plagued me. But when we actually met, I really understood Tyrion. ..Killing you won't solve the problem, it will only make you a knot in my heart that cannot be untied, so I will let you live...I will bury all the memories about you.

Your fate will be decided by Tyrion, the same blood flows in your body, and only he is qualified to let you live, or send you to die... You see, after life and death Strangers, You and I are already real strangers.

The paladin sat by the bed, like a dead puppet, until several minutes later, he raised his head, and an ugly and pale smile appeared on his blood-stained face.

Before I saw you, I childishly fantasized that maybe I could persuade you to come back to me again. I thought I could accept everything about you, even if I continued to live in this cursed posture, but now I just I found out that I couldn't...

His fingers clenched the wine glass in his hand, he suppressed his inner emotions, and his voice became bitter.

It's not that I can't accept you the way you are now, and it's not that I...

He choked up, and raised his head. This strong paladin had tears in his eyes. He had never been so weak, whether it was body or soul. He looked at the indifferent death knight in front of him, and said softly:

It's irreversible, isn't it?

Luminas did not answer this question. She put down her wine glass, walked forward, and squatted in front of Myra, like a mother comforting a crying child. She reached out and wiped the tears on Myra's face, and wiped his golden With her hair parted, she cupped the paladin's face, and whispered:

Why are you crying? You are just getting rid of a trouble, I have let go of my attachment to you, live on, live well until you see Tyrion... this is the only thing I can give you something.

swish

The death knight's wrist was grabbed by the paladin, and the glass full of wine fell to the ground. At the moment when the glass shattered and the icy liquid splashed, Luminas subconsciously wanted to resist, but was stopped by Myra. .

do not move

Based on the current strength comparison of the two sides, Myra is no match for the death knight at all, but Luminas obediently stopped struggling. She looked at the paladin in front of her, who took out something from the pocket close to her heart, Gently, slowly put it on her finger.

It was a familiar ring, not gorgeous, full of traces of mud and ashes, it was the ring she threw in Quel'Thalas, and at that moment, she decided to forget everything about the past.

This is what you lost, and I found it for you.

Myra smiled and let go of Luminas' wrist, but the next moment, cold lips were printed on his lips, just like a passionate kiss in life, and the two hugged each other, as if to They completely imprinted each other on each other's body, but at the moment when the paladin tried to hold the trembling death knight tightly, Luminas pushed them away fiercely.

She staggered and ran out of her boudoir, as if she was afraid of something, and her gesture was like running away.

Mylar touched his lips with his hand, there was still a lingering cold and special aroma.

A smile spread across his face, he took a deep breath, opened his arms, lay down on the warm bed, and then slowly closed his eyes.

To hell with the league! To hell with Tyrion! Let me be a selfish...

It can all be undone... there is hope...

Yes, there is still hope...