Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 226 27. Cursed Land. War【97100】

The sudden utterance of Archbishop Benedictus broke the dull atmosphere in the king's council hall, and made everyone's eyes fall on Chaldea.

This made the young priest resent Benedictus in his heart. The Chaldean priest had a lot of problems with this kind-looking archbishop. He instinctively felt that Benedictus was hiding something under the bright appearance. Dark secret, because so is he!

This is the keen sense of smell among the same kind.

The Chaldean priest originally planned to meet with the king alone after the meeting to express his thoughts, but now, being pushed to the front by Benedictus, the young privy bishop straightened his robes, and he walked up to the big figures, Standing beside Xiao Er, he said in a gentle and magnetic voice:

I'm not good at military affairs, so after reading General Danath's letter, I think about another thing, Your Majesty, everyone, if the draenei flee to Azeroth, then they will definitely Become one of the forces of existence in this world, and according to our shallow understanding of the Draenei, since they also believe in the Holy Light, it means that they should stand with the Alliance by nature.

Priest Chaldea's eyes were clear, he scanned the people in front of him, he turned the ebony rosary in his hand, and said:

For the fugitives, what they need most is friendly reception and guidance. Since the draenei are likely to join the alliance in the future and become a force of the alliance, why don't we make preparations in advance and fight with those people of the Holy Light? How about building a good relationship?

But we don't know them, Priest Chaldea.

Old Marshal Windsor frowned and said: I admit that what you said is reasonable, but we have to be vigilant against these foreign people!

Since we don't understand it, doesn't that mean...we should take the initiative to contact them so that we can find out their details? Isn't it because of our lack of understanding of orcs that we failed in the first orc war?

The young priest smiled humbly. His suggestion caught the eyes of the Spymaster Shaw. After a while, King Varian consulted everyone and then issued a second order.

Then let Master Shaw make arrangements to send a batch of supplies to Overwatch Castle and give a batch of daily necessities to the Draenei. If possible, invite the 25,000-year-old prophet to come to Stormwind as a guest!

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The meeting ended, and the Chaldean priest didn't leave Stormwind Keep immediately. He took this opportunity to check up on King Varian's body, and prayed for the Holy Light for the queen who was in a bad mood recently. Amidst the farewell sounds of the king and his wife, they got into their simple carriage, left Stormwind City, and headed for Northshire Abbey.

As a privy bishop, Priest Chaldea has his own house in the church area of ​​Stormwind City, but the dominance of Archbishop Benedictus dislikes Chaldea, so most of the time he lives in a house far away from Stormwind City. In the North County Abbey not far from the city.

In addition to his status as a privy bishop, he is also the head monk of the Northshire Abbey. In the absence of Benedictus, he is fully responsible for the operation of this historic and sacred monastery.

Queen Tiffany is pregnant. It seems that Stormwind Kingdom will soon have a prince or princess.

After the Chaldean priest returned to the monastery, he sat in his office, flipped through the books of the Holy Light, and dealt with the trivial matters of the monastery. There were many farms near the North County Abbey, and there was also a vineyard with a great reputation in the entire alliance. , the vineyards managed by the Oswald family produce many excellent grapes every year, and with the help of the monks at Northshire Abbey, they will make very good wine.

That is also the only luxury enjoyed by the Chaldean priest. Like many old monks, he likes the wine of the Oswald family very much, and the Miss Millie who often brings the wine is full of young people. She has a unique sunny temperament, and unlike those pretentious noble ladies, Miss Millie does not hide her affection for the Chaldean priest at all.

This made the young pastor a little embarrassed, but at the same time, he was also a little proud. Miss Millie is a well-known beauty, and she will inherit her father's winery and vineyard in the future. Apart from a slightly humbler status, she is definitely Alvin. The most sought-after rose of the forest.

Except for some fanatics, the monks of the Church of the Holy Light do not prohibit marriage. As long as Chaldea is willing, he can marry Miss Millie at any time, but the problem is that the priest of Chaldea hides a dark secret in his heart , he was afraid that such a secret would be discovered, so he could only push this beauty away with a cold attitude.

cough cough

A slight cough woke Priest Chaldea from the process of realizing the Holy Light. He raised his head and saw the blood-red figure quietly appearing in his office. When she appeared, Caleb Pastor Di couldn't help clenching his fists, but soon he relaxed.

The Privy Bishop looked indifferently at the stalker who suddenly appeared, and he whispered:

What Tyrion asked me to do, I did! And you, Cordana! You shouldn't be here in broad daylight!

Mr. Chaldea, you may have got something wrong.

The Blood Warden in dark red leather armor stood up. She was one of the four transformed Wardens besides Nasa. Long before Tyrion entered Draenor, she and another sister, Marais, She was assigned a special mission and stayed in Booty Bay in Azeroth. Until recently, she reconnected with the Dark Blade Knight.

Cordana was playing with a sharp emerald green dagger in her hand, she said softly:

As the messenger of death, I will go wherever I want. In this weak human country, few people can find me. On the contrary, you, Priest Chaldea, really thought you did something for the master. Can a trivial thing make you completely free?

Don't forget what happened in Dunholde Castle...do I need to remind you how many Union soldiers you sold out for your life, and that poor General Blackmoore, you sanctimonious hypocrite !

boom

Chaldea slammed his fist on the table, and he shouted angrily:

That's not for living! It's for redemption! Blackmoore is a murderer, and he deserves to die!

You can say what you want.

The elf stretched her waist and showed her graceful figure in front of the priest. She approached the angry priest, stretched out her finger, and scratched the young and handsome face of the priest. This action made Chaldea's body stiff, and she Whispered in Chaldea's ear:

The master needs you to build a bridge of friendship between the Stormwind Kingdom and the Draenei, and help them take root in this world. Don't worry, this is not a bad thing for the king you are loyal to. More importantly, Our master is very generous, when I come next time, I may bring you a gift from the master!

The elf's blood-red eyes made the priest shudder, and felt the despair and pain in Chaldea's heart. Cordana let out a hoarse laugh. She took a step back, and her figure slowly disappeared into the air:

Enjoy yourself while you are there, Privy Bishop, and make yourself happy... By the way, that Miss Millie is really a beauty.

Finally, the master asked me to tell you a word, be careful of Benedictus... Behind that old man lies darkness and fear that you can never imagine.

swish

After the blood watcher disappeared, Priest Chaldea leaned back on the chair in a posture of exhaustion as if all the bones had been taken away. He covered his eyes with his hands, and tears of silent regret flowed along with the trembling of his body. On the cheek, he knew that he might not be able to escape the shadow behind him for the rest of his life.

And this time intervening in the kingdom's affairs is just the beginning, a trivial beginning.

On the other side, in the cursed land at this time, the alliance guard posts around the crater have been completely overwhelmed by the undead rushing out of the dark portal.

Although these undead are only the lowest-level unit of the Dark Blade Knights, full of mindless walking corpses, even undead infantry are rare, but their terrifying number still makes the alliance knights who come to help feel extremely troublesome.

Three jewel-like spaceships were suspended in the heavy rain of the Cursed Lands. The battleship at the front continuously shot out scorching rays of light, helping the knights of the Alliance to resist the continuous attack of the undead. The Lenny warriors blocked the charging gap of the undead from one direction.

This is the first communication between the two races. Due to language barriers and unfamiliarity with each other, neither of the two sides hastily join forces. Compared with the thick enchantment, the paladins on the human side are far inferior to the Draenei paladins in terms of the speed of chanting the holy light and the capacity of the holy light in their bodies.

General Danas commanded the brave knights of Stromgarde, and repeatedly pierced through the tide of the undead, trying to delay the attack of the undead in this way, but with the shining light of the Dark Portal, the belated death knight They finally appeared on the battlefield. As soon as the lower-level knights came out, they called out the war dead buried under this land, those orc corpses entwined with death energy, those human beings who had been buried in this battlefield, They were all awakened one by one.

Those death knights leading the charge of undead infantry stronger than walking corpses looked like unstoppable gods of death in the dim light. The defense line composed of human infantry was ruthlessly breached, and even spears were like forests, specially The long spear array against the cavalry lost its effect under the charge of the death knight.

The dead are not afraid of those sharp spears, and even the death horses they ride are not afraid of these.

The lower-level knights are like black turbidity, rampaging on the battlefield, completely crushing the hopeful resistance, watching the endless stream of alien undead who can't be killed no matter how hard they are, the tired soldiers are inevitably heartbroken. Cowardly, especially fighting in the freezing rain, the undead will not be affected, but humans will not.

Morale plummeted rapidly.

It's time to retreat! Danas!

On the Draenei position, the Grand Defense Officer swung his warhammer and burned all the undead in front of him in the beating of the holy light. He shouted to Danas in his half-baked common language:

Your soldiers can't hold on anymore, you lack combat experience against the undead... Time to withdraw! Our spaceship will cover you!

Maraad and Danath Trollbane had known each other long before the Alliance advance army entered Draenor. The two admired each other. They were not really good friends, but they were definitely not strangers who were hostile to each other. people.

Under Maraad's warning, General Danas looked back at the front line. Just as the Draenei said, the current weather is extremely unfavorable to the Alliance side. He quickly said a few words to the knights beside him, and after a while , with the commanding flag moved back, with the artillery support of the draenei spacecraft, the alliance soldiers began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield.

And at this moment, the elven paladin Alex Flameblade, who was charging along with General Danas, suddenly shrank his gaze under the helmet. He looked at the portal of darkness, where a familiar blood A red figure slowly appeared.

Ah, Azeroth, I... am back!

Myra Dawnblade opened his arms, and his blood-red robe fluttered. The cold and dark magic power lingered around his body like a shield, blocking the torrential rain from the sky outside the shield. He waved his hand, and the battlefield The scattered blood was drawn from under the ground, and amid Myra's evil laughter, the dark red blood formed strange blood arrows in the air.

With a wave of his finger, the whistling blood arrow smashed down towards the retreating Alliance Legion, piercing the bodies of more than a dozen soldiers in an instant, and the disease mixed in the blood also made the soldiers' formation It got messy.

Myra!

A roar sounded on the battlefield, Myra turned her head and saw the elf paladin on the horse, with a strange smile on his pale face:

Look who this is, Alex, my best brother, it's such a joy to meet you!

They say you have betrayed your faith, they say you have fallen into darkness!

Elf paladin Erics clenched the epee in his hand, and he shouted in pain: I don't believe it! I don't believe this kind of rumor, but you...you really...

Myra's eyes turned cold, he looked at his former brother, and he said softly:

You came to me just to say that? You don't know what I want? Holy light? It's pointless!

He waved his finger, and the four high-ranking knights standing beside him drew their weapons. Myra pointed to the elf paladin in front. Looking at the painful eyes of the other party, he said coldly:

kill him!