Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 270 33. Complete derailment --- Adding more to the three-foot Lingtai of the leader [1330]

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In the dusk of the evening, a group of paladins galloped out of the gate of Northshire Abbey, and the dark tranquility was completely broken. Amidst the neighing of war horses, the heavily armed paladins hung their lanterns. Under the leadership of the leader, he ran at the fastest speed in the direction of the western wilderness.

They ran wildly through the streets of Gold Town, startling the surrounding guards and civilians. In the light of the lanterns, those guards could vaguely see the anxiety and anxiety on the faces of those paladins. Everyone in Irwynn Forest knew that the paladins guarding the Northshire Abbey were the most sincere believers, and they would not be easily dispatched to guard the Holy Land.

But now, not only did these paladins appear, but in front of them, there was also a noble bishop wearing a robe and a red hat leading them. Obviously, something happened.

And it must be a big deal!

Anxiety began to spread among the timid civilians, and some merchants even closed their doors early, but soon, Duhan, the sheriff of Shining Gold Town, came forward to appease the restless residents. The sheriff said that there were orc bandits fleeing When it came to Westfall, Bishop Morgan was there to stop them.

But this kind of lie can only happen to ignorant people. Anyone with a little brain knows that there is no need for elite paladins to dispatch a group of orc rogues. This must be related to some dark, weird, and frightening things related.

And indeed it is.

Keep speed, don't fall behind!

The paladin who was with the Bishop of Chaldea was his old acquaintance, a sincere knight from the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Jor-Eyre, who once drank the blood of the troll to save his life, and even experienced the second orc completely. A veteran of the war, he also entered Draenor with the sons of Lothar. He should have fulfilled his sacred mission in Fort Watch, but in the battle when the Draenei fled, Mr. Ayer was shot Hit the left eye.

It was a terrible injury, and even the Holy Light could not heal it. Therefore, after many discussions, this warrior on the battlefield was transferred to the monastery in the Kingdom of Stormwind to be responsible for training recruits. Jor-Eyer was very dissatisfied with this kind of experience , His first chief officer, General Gavinrad, died in the hands of the death knight, and his second chief officer, Turalyon, almost died in the hands of the undead, which made the El knight have a deep hatred for the undead.

But he also understood that his situation was indeed not suitable for the battlefield, and after adapting to life in the Northshire Abbey, the old knight felt that it was not bad to spend the rest of his life like this, and besides his old acquaintance, the Bishop of Chaldea, they not only We have cooperated once on the battlefield, so we are friends.

I said, Mr. Bishop, haven't you told me what the objective of the mission is?

The old knight was driving the horse and marching side by side with the dignified Privy Bishop. He lowered his voice:

Did the undead appear? I heard that the cemetery in Twilight Forest is not very quiet recently.

Call me Chaldea, Joe, and don't be so formal between you and me.

The privy bishop watched the dusk in the sky being swallowed up by the night little by little, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then revealed the truth to the old knight:

It's not undead, but it's more troublesome. It's a group of cultists gathered on the Westfall farm... They ransacked Jason's farm at noon and killed all the poor farmers, but the youngest daughter of the Jason couple escaped Come out and run to Xiquan Fortress for help.

Just a bunch of brainwashed lunatics.

Old Paladin Joe said with some disdain: There are 500 infantry stationed in Xiquan Fortress, they can't even handle this?

No! Joe, they're 'real' cultists!

Chaldea emphasized her tone: Do you understand?

The old knight froze for a moment, then nodded with a heavy face.

The so-called real cultists refer to those brainwashed lunatics who have made contact with some weird existences. According to Jor-El's experience in the Second Orc War, this is often triggered by warlocks. Of course A true paranormal phenomenon was also ruled out, but that would only make things worse.

They didn't kill for money. According to Miss Jason's description, they were more like conducting a blood sacrifice. This is bad, Joe, and it will make the kingdom that has just calmed down become terrified again.

Chaldea was driving the galloping horse, and he looked a little uneasy. He looked around, lowered his voice again, and said to Joe almost in a whisper:

The most terrible thing is that among those cultists, there seems to be Natalie Serling.

Huh? Who is that?

The old knight frowned and asked, Chaldea froze for a moment before replying:

Sorry, I forgot that you are not from the local area. Natalie was the Archbishop of the Bright Cathedral before the fall of Stormwind City. She also persisted in Nightshade Town, inspired the hope of the people, and fought the orcs. She is a hero. When we counterattacked back to the Kingdom of Stormwind, she brought priests to join us, but unfortunately, in the battle of the Burning Plains, She disappeared...

And now, Bishop Natalie has appeared in the group of cultists.

The old knight also felt the difficulty of the matter, and he waved his whip fiercely: Damn it, no wonder Benedictus will send you out, once the news of the fall of the heroic lady spreads...

The sincere faith of the people in the Holy Light will be dealt a terrible blow! Certainly, we cannot allow this to happen!

Chaldea clenched the crystal rosary in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

If there is any hope of saving Ms. Natalie, we must save her, and if not, then we can only... So, go tell the boys that nothing about tonight, good or bad, is worth it. Can't reveal it! Do you understand?

Well, I know.

The old knight nodded, but soon, he asked again:

You said that lady was an archbishop before she fell? If she still has followers, then I'm afraid the number of paladins we brought may be a little small. Do you want to ask for support from Xiquan Fortress?

No need! The more people there are, the more troublesome it will be.

The Privy Bishop shook his head, and the crystal rosary on his wrist exuded a ray of pure holy light:

I brought the Holy Light Relic presented to the cathedral by Mr. Velen. It must be able to restrain all darkness, and it has enough ability to purify her, but I hope we don't need it.

So under the urging of the archbishop and the knight captain, the elite knights of the North County Abbey quickly rushed into the Western Wilderness in the dark, and the place where the cultists sacrificed was at the Jason Farm in the southernmost part of the Western Wilderness. The defense where the knights are located is very close.

Joe, you surrounded this farm with 20 lads!

Chaldea closed his eyes, scanned the surroundings with scouting magic, and he quickly issued an order:

Can't let one go! I rushed in with the rest of the knights, those cultists are brewing a conspiracy, I can even smell the smell of corruption, it's disgusting!

After finishing speaking, the privy bishop who had participated in real wars reached out and took over his silver warhammer. This one-handed weapon that has received the blessing of divine light can not only be used as a tool for releasing magic. At critical moments, Chaldean priests can also wield it. Pick it up to blow off the enemy's skulls.

Don't underestimate this privy bishop, on the battlefield, he used his hammer to kill at least 10 orcs!

Chaldea tied the warhammer to his belt, and then opened the Holy Light tome in his hand. Amidst his chanting, the powerful Holy Light magic was cast on the bodies of the surrounding paladins, strengthened by pure and holy energy The past paladins drew their weapons and followed behind the chief officer with high spirits.

Follow me! Warriors of the Holy Light, go and purify that corrupted evil!

Chaldea held the sacred scriptures, and he waved his hand, a pure white flame of holy light descended from the sky, hitting the warehouse of Jason Farm in the darkness, the pure power intertwined with the dark power entwined in the room, erupting There was a violent flash, and the cultists gathered in the house rushed screaming from the burning house, and were soon knocked to the ground by the paladins, or simply stabbed to death with their swords.

The old knight commanded the paladins to arrest the fleeing cultists, and the Privy Bishop, under the escort of a paladin, walked into the warehouse of Jason Farm. As soon as he entered it, the strong smell of blood made the bishop shiver. Frowning, the young paladin beside him even drew out the sharp sword in his hand.

In front of the two, were the poor victims, the old Jason couple, the owners of the Jason farm, and the farmers who had been killed. Their clothes were stripped and they were placed in a twisted posture in a dark court. On the back of the formation, there were hideous wounds cut by ritual knives, and their blood flowed out from the corpses, staining every detail of the dark magic circle with blood.

What a depravity!

Rao had seen the real hell on the battlefield, but seeing the weird scene in front of him, the Chaldean priest couldn't help but scolded:

The most terrifying thing is not the darkness itself, but those compatriots who are lured by the darkness and do evil things... really depraved!

Bishop, let us burn these bodies.

The young paladin beside him couldn't bear to look directly at the scene of the blood sacrifice. He lit a torch full of righteous indignation, intending to completely burn the area shrouded in darkness and evil, but at this moment, the priest of Chaldea narrowed his eyes , reaching out to stop the paladin's actions.

Wait! This is not right!

As he spoke, the Privy Bishop took a few steps forward. He bent down, not caring that his robe was stained with the blood of the deceased. He turned over the naked female corpse under his feet, and saw the blood-stained face, those pair of eyes. Shining with unwilling and distorted eyes, and the black priest's robes covering the corpse's legs, Chaldea let out an exclamation:

Bishop Natalie! She... she was murdered by her own subordinates, a blood sacrifice! My God, they are fighting among themselves, why is this?

Chaldea also saw a sentence that Natalie wrote on the ground with blood before she died:

It! Promised me...

This weird scene made Chaldea take a deep breath. He suppressed the panic in his heart, stretched out his hand, and turned over the dead body beside the horrible Ms. Natalie. Painful, when the faces of the old Jasons were 70% similar, the inner panic of the Chaldean pastor reached its peak in an instant.

Miss Jason died in the sacrifice, she didn't escape at all.

The sluggish privy bishop turned his head to look at the panic-stricken young paladin, and he murmured to himself:

So, who is the woman who went to Xiquan Fortress to ask for help?

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A fearful roar came into the ears of the two, and Chaldea was startled. He subconsciously pulled out the warhammer from his waist, and rushed out of the warehouse with the young paladin. He already knew very well that this It's a trap. Someone deliberately revealed things about Natalie Serling and led them here.

Who is behind the scenes?

The moment he rushed out of the warehouse, a pair of icy blue eyes flashed in the Chaldean priest's heart, making him hold his weapon tightly.

Tyrion... Are you sure you still won't let me go?

But the next moment, Chaldea saw Jason's farm under the night, his best friend in Northshire Abbey, the trustworthy paladin Jor-Eyre, with his back to him, holding a twisted ritual dagger, The power of shadow was wrapped around his whole body, and then he stabbed the dagger into the heart of a paladin from behind.

Joe! What are you doing!

Chaldea roared, holding the war hammer in one hand and the sacred crystal rosary in the other. He looked at his friend, and Jor-Eyre also turned around at this moment, his originally resolute face turned into dead silence With a dull expression, his whole body was covered with blood, and the blood flowed strangely along his arm to the weird and dark ritual dagger in his hand.

Chaldea, my friend, I hear her...I hear her.

Jor-Eyer raised the blood-stained dagger in his hand, and said in a hollow voice:

She's calling me...she's calling you too, don't you hear? Listen, listen, she's happy, she's longing...for blood and death, she wants you! Chaldea, she Being sent here, fate, her fate is closely tied to you, she needs you!

The paladin walked forward while saying strange words, while Chaldea kept retreating. He knew very well that the dark power on the dagger occupied Joel's will and spirit, and he had to help him!

Evil spirit! Get back!

Chaldea roared and raised the rosary in his hand. At this moment, the bright and holy light rushed out from the bishop's hand and hit Jor-Eyer's body. However, the strange thing was that the powerful holy light did not hurt him. A paladin who was possessed by an evil spirit, and in the shining of the holy light, Al let out a wild laugh, and he rushed towards Chaldea.

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Just before the twisted dark dagger pierced Chaldea's heart, the figure that emerged from the shadows pierced Jor-El's heart with a blood arrow from behind, and the dark dagger swayed along with his body. A few times, and then fell powerlessly to Chaldea's feet.

The pastor waved his hands in panic, trying to stay away from the weird weapon, but just as he was trying to turn over and get up, a cold hand grabbed his wrist and pressed his fingers to the ground. On the handle of a black dagger.

The strange whisper filled Chaldea Morgan's heart for a moment, and Nasa's hoarse voice also reached his ears:

The generous Tyrion's gift has been sent...receive it with joy, step briskly into the darkness, and...be truly one of us.

Shadow Priest Chaldea Morgan, welcome to... the Dark Blade Knights.