Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 258 21. The Blood of the King --- Add more [130] for the silver lord crow 1131

Crying is one of the best ways to release stress.

When you feel very depressed and painful, hiding in the room and crying aloud can often release your emotions and gain more courage to face the unknown future. In fact, crying is more like It is a special device on the spiritual level of living people. The existence of this mechanism allows people to bear more pressure without collapsing.

Of course, it means nothing to dead people, because dead people don't cry and don't need to cry.

After crying so much, Vereesa felt much better, although in the end she still stuffed the edible bacon into her stomach at the request of Aurelia.

It's not that the dark blade knights have become frugal. In fact, the seemingly ordinary bacon is very precious... It was prepared by Alleria for her ignorant sister.

It is a food that mortals can't even imagine... Dragon meat, the most nutritious part of a dragon's body, can quickly restore life to its most perfect state. Alleria also needs a healthy Vereesa.

Because only those who are healthy enough can survive everything that will be faced next.

Where are you taking me? Sister

Vereesa. Windrunner held her sister's hand and followed Alleria to walk among the undead. Wherever the blood mistress went, the high-ranking knights guarding both sides bowed down and saluted, which made Vereesa There is a feeling of unreality.

She looked at the high-level undead in various shapes, including orcs she had seen, draenei whom she had never seen, some humans, dwarves, and finally some strange bird-like arakkoa.

She has never seen such a creature in this world, and most importantly, the high-level undead that can appear on this road leading to the underground, each of them exudes a very dangerous aura, Vereesa Comparing it in my heart, with her current strength, as long as she meets more than 2 high-level knights, she will die.

There are at least a thousand such dangerous high-ranking knights in this city... Oh my god! No wonder Prince Kael'thas racked his brains to reconnect with Tyrion. Sitting on such an army is really too dangerous and too powerful.

But these powerful undead are like servants at this time, bowing respectfully to their sister, which makes Vereesa's mind full of romantic knight novels begin to think about the nobility of her sister in this legion status.

They don't respect me, they respect the man standing behind me.

Alleria didn't look back, but from her sister's silence, she could probably guess what Vereesa was thinking. While greeting the death lords, she said in a low voice:

Tyrion started from scratch in the world of Draenor, and it took 4 years to build it all. He led them to defeat all the forces in that world, and even defeated the mighty demon head-on. He is Dark Blade The undisputed leader of the Cavaliers, to whom all, regardless of race or origin, owe their allegiance and devotion to his cause.

As for me... I'm in an awkward position, Vereesa, I've just really entered this group, but it's hard for me to get their respect and obedience... So, don't get me and Tyrion in trouble for a while , okay?

When she said this, Alleria looked at her sister seriously, and Vereesa lowered her head. When she was beside her sister, she looked like a complete little girl. She nodded reluctantly, Then there was a faint voice of resistance:

I don't just cause trouble...

well...

Alleria sighed, helped her sister smooth her hair, and said:

Come with me, I will take you to meet Tyrion and your brother-in-law.

Vereesa followed Alleria to the bottom of Grim Batol. She had been here before, and the Red Dragon Queen was imprisoned here. She took a deep breath and followed her sister into the huge cave that exudes heat. middle.

At the end of this wide crypt, the huge red dragon queen was still lying there. Her weak body seemed to be imprisoned by some powerful dark force, and she fell into a strange coma. Around the queen's huge body, The blood mages are doing their best to maintain this magical confinement, but if it hadn't been for the dragon soul that weakened Alexstrasza, they would never have been able to restrain her.

Yo, look who this is!

The moment Vereesa walked into the crypt, a frivolous voice came from behind her. The ranger turned his head and saw the death lord Luminas, who was wearing black thorn armor and wearing fiery red hair, curiously. looked at her.

That pair of blood-red eyes, like her sister's, stared at her, examining her. The oppression from Luminas was stronger than that of the high-ranking knights outside, and it even made Vereesa have a feeling of difficulty breathing.

So, you are Tyrion's little sister?

Luminas stepped forward, not at all like a silent private person, she stretched out her arms carelessly and took Vereesa's shoulders, she whispered:

I also heard that you provoked that bitch Nasa? Well done! Little girl... But with your strength, this kind of behavior may be a bit stupid.

I... I didn't mean to.

Vereesa's tone was a bit disappointed, because there were so many people present, everyone was much stronger than her. She felt like a fragile and cute person who broke into the meeting of the big brothers, and didn't know what to do. What, I don't know what kind of posture to face these cruel bosses.

But you still did that. Although it is indeed a bit stupid, it at least shows that you have the courage to resist, which is very good.

Another hoarse voice joined the conversation. Vereesa turned her head and saw the draenei death lord who was a head taller than her. The latter had a gentle smile on his face. A necromancer, Vereesa would definitely think it was a real living person.

God, the smile on her face and the flexible eyes are no different from that of a living person.

Yrel, from Draenor, maybe we can be friends, little beauty.

Yrel stretched out her hand towards Vereesa, and the cute new ranger held Yrel's hand a little flattered, and she whispered:

Thank you, you're also...beautiful.

But it's useless for the dead to be beautiful... Strength, strength, these are the most important things.

Yrel smiled pointedly at Vereesa, then turned around and left wagging her tail. Vereesa's eyes quickly stayed on Yrel's little tail wagging left and right, and she didn't even notice the other people's movements. near.

Little Vereesa, you... shouldn't be here.

A familiar voice made Vereesa stunned in place. She turned her head suddenly, and saw the elite rangers she had known before, Celent Firewing and Rogelio Sunfury. She was a little at a loss and didn't know what to do. There was something to say, but Celent just stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder:

This is a gathering of the dead, and there is no good for the living to stay here.

Find time to leave, little Vereesa, go back to Quel'Thalas, and never come back.

Rogge also patted Vereesa's shoulder, but before leaving, he carefully handed over his storage ring to Vereesa, and whispered:

Here are some small toys I made, help me give it to my son... Kane Sunfury, and tell my Kane that his father still loves him as much as ever.

After that, there were two orc death lords who walked into the crypt. Vereesa did not talk to them, and it was unnecessary. The hatred between the high elves and the orcs was not so easy to eliminate, but looking at her sister and the two orcs Saying hello, Vereesa felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

No matter what they were in life, these people...these dead people, after they died, they had a common name and a common race, undead, and maybe the hatred that only belonged to the living was eliminated along with death.

Is everything here?

A low and hollow voice woke Vereesa from her contemplation. She raised her head and saw the person standing in front of the huge figure of the Red Dragon Queen, Tyrion Dawnblade, whom she called her brother Da Da 300 years old, her former relatives.

Under Tyrion's call, the archlich, the necromancer and the blood mages all stepped forward and formed a circle, and Tyrion stood in front of the circle.

Vereesa's fingers tightened. Looking at the situation in front of her, she suddenly realized that she might be witnessing a very important scene for the undead.

My brothers and sisters, we established the Dark Blade Knights together. We have come all the way to the present, and we have experienced too much. We have sacrificed, we have seen disasters, we have resisted and defeated powerful opponents... I promised you that the shackles trapped on everyone will be smashed one by one! We did it, but that was just the beginning!

Tyrion spread his arms, and behind him, the red dragon queen's comatose body exuded a faint fiery red light, like a ball of bright lights illuminating the darkness.

I have promised you that we will get more powerful. No matter what we want to do, destroy, protect, destroy, or rebuild, all of these are based on the strength of ourselves, and you , have experienced the wash of ruthless war, you have proved that you can and are qualified to control a more powerful force!

The gaze of the Great Lord Darkblade flashed across the eyes of everyone in front of him, and he paused for a moment on Vereesa. He withdrew his gaze, and he reached out to take the twisted dagger that Nasa handed over. A merciless cold light bloomed on the dagger, and in his other hand, he held the crystal cup sent by Alleria.

He turned around, and under the watchful eyes of all the lords, he raised his dagger and stabbed fiercely into the hard scales of the comatose Red Dragon Queen. When the scales were broken, the comatose queen let out a muffled thunderous sound. Groaning, and with the activation of Salein's blood-draining ability, balls of scorching dragon king's blood were suspended in the air. Under the control of the blood mage, the king's blood was compressed and purified little by little, until finally, it was like fresh blood. Like a living wine, it fell into the cup in Tyrion's hand.

Lord Dark Blade shook the crystal cup, and the purified dragon's blood exuded a scorching aura, like magma contained in the cup.

Tyrion walked up to Khadgar, looked at the Grand Lich, and the Grand Lich looked at him. Both of them knew that although they were cooperating, their goals were different, but Tyrion was still under everyone's gaze. , handed the first cup of blood to Khadgar.

Drink it, my brother.

This blood of life shall bring new life to our decayed bodies, and it shall bring new strength to us in pain, and that strength shall be our sword, and that strength shall be our shield, and shall be our steed, and shall be Our lance, it will give us enough strength against real enemies!

Tyrion's voice became louder and louder. In that hoarse and hollow voice, the entire cave seemed to be swaying under the infection of death energy, reflecting the figure of Lord Darkblade becoming taller and taller.

This sacred blood will be the bond that connects us to each other, sacrifice is the basis of unity, and power, power will make us completely sublimated...

Drink, drink! my brother.

Tyrion looked at Khadgar and said softly:

This is the fate written by us...Drink it bravely, and then grab fate's throat!

The silver light in the Grand Lich's eyes did not change. He held his wine glass, turned around, and looked at the death lords. He was silent for a moment, as if toasting in a grand banquet, he held the wine glass high rise:

Witness me! Friends... witness this!

To our common cause... Cheers!

Khadgar raised his head and drank the scorching magma-like dragon blood in the cup. The next moment, his body began to tremble, as if drinking the magma raw. The Grand Lich's magic power began to become irritable, but after all, he is currently the most powerful person in the Dark Blade Knights after Tyrion, and he quickly suppressed the restlessness in his body.

The Grand Lich stepped aside and watched as Tyrion took another cup of blood and handed it to Glokush who stepped forward, and the orc drank the blood of the Dragon King without hesitation, completely without him The hesitation when drinking the blood of the devil at the beginning, but the death lords also cheered for this, and the atmosphere was so frenzied that it didn't seem like the undead were gathering.

It appears that Tyrion has indeed earned their respect and trust, and he has lived up to it...

So be it.

Khadgar closed his eyes slightly, and leaned on his body with the staff of the guardian. No one knew what the archlich was thinking, but at least now, he was a member of the Dark Blade, without a doubt.

In the old way, I have never expected to have a silver league in the past 5 years since I started writing a book, but now that I have it, I have to express it, otherwise my conscience will not let me go. I originally planned to add a new one at the beginning of next month, but now Simply join the lord Jia Geng to go together! Chapter 30, for all the brothers who support me! (PS: If I ask for leave in a few days, it means that I am frantically coding and saving manuscripts. I hope everyone will forgive me.)