[Warcraft] Argent Dawn Death Knight's Readme

In the quiet moonlight forest, the lake is as bright as a silver moon... The forest exudes a faint fragrance, and under the clean soil, new life is budding, and you can feel the new vitality with every breath.

"Everything is recovering...I hear the whispers of nature."

The druid looked at the wonderful nature devoutly, and a gratified smile passed over the corner of his mouth with the goatee.He has a deer-like body, and the natural breath surrounds his toned limbs. From a distance, he seems to be one with the forest.

At this moment, a portal appeared in this paradise, and the druid took a deep breath calmly, feeling refreshed by the power of the forest.

"Ah~~ There are guests here."

Two tall and tall knights walked out of the portal, one was surrounded by golden holy light, like a child of light, and the other was like a hunter in the night, hiding himself in the darkness of Saronite.

"Hello, children." The Druid greeted the two knights politely, and said kindly, "You must be here for a warrior named Braden Brad?"

"Yes... Senior Remulos. The junior is Tyran Fordring, son of Tirion..." Tyran saluted the druid, "I came here this time to save my companion."

The druid stroked his goatee and nodded towards Tailan: "Sure enough... she looks so similar to Tirion when she was young... Then, this lady... should be the daughter of General Theron."

Christian couldn't help being a little surprised, and bowed gracefully: "That's right. We came quite suddenly... If there is any inconvenience, I am very sorry... Excuse me... How did senior know about us? Woolen cloth?"

"I've heard about it in Kalimdor a long time ago. The two heroes who turned the tide in the Eastern Kingdom during the invasion of natural disasters. The Emerald Dream allowed me to see the past and the future... I understand Tirion's request and trust his judgment, I will do my best to help this crusader, Brayden Blade."

Speaking of this, Remnos hesitated, "But... your request is not easy. The Scourge does not belong to this world. Over the years, many people who have tried to turn the tide have failed."

Upon hearing such news, Tai Lan did not fall into despair. On the contrary, he said firmly: "No matter what, there is still hope, right? Even if it is only a one-ten-thousandth possibility."

Remnos looked at the pious knight with great interest, and smiled peacefully.

"Well. To a creature of light and sound and nobility, hope is unquenchable"

There was a gleam of light in those sea-blue eyes, and Tailan's sincere tone became a little excited because of this glimmer of hope: "Senior Remnos... please tell us what we should do to save that heroic knight .”

"Child, your courage and kindness are admirable... The materials we need only exist in the Emerald Dream, acorns infused with powerful healing magic. I will send you into the dream to collect some acorns."

The druid paused, and his amiable tone became serious: "But you have to be prepared, because entering the dreamland in this way is very dangerous, and you are likely to be surrounded by nightmares."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior... Then, I will thank you, senior." Tai Lan opened the holy deed, and the bright light shrouded the silver battle robe. At this moment, the holy light selflessly favored everyone, whether it was a light-like paladin or A shadowy messenger of death.

Looking at the brilliance of the king's blessing, Remnos exclaimed: "Such powerful power of holy light is worthy of being the son of Tirion Fordring... In this way, I can safely send you to the emerald It's a dream."

Remnos opened a portal. Although they have not yet entered the Emerald Dream, Christian and Tailan can still feel the vitality and tranquility of life... Of course, what awaits them is Endless nightmare.

"After entering the Emerald Dream, what we have to face is our inner fear. Are you afraid?"

Christian just responded with a determined look.

"A true warrior faces his fears...doesn't he?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and disappeared into the emerald portal.

"How deep is the relationship that can transcend life and death, and be so persistent? Elune... Please bless these two children." Remnos slowly closed his eyes, and a drizzle will soon be gone for a long time. The sweet rain sprinkled on the verdant Moonglade...

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'True warriors who dare to face their inner fears...

It wasn't until I entered the Emerald Dream that I realized...it wasn't that easy to do.

Just when Tai Lan and I collected the emerald acorns, countless nightmares approached us silently, and the darkness swallowed everything in an instant.In the abyss of despair, I can't see Tyran, only a ghostly voice calling my name, like a broken ice...'

"Christian..."

In the chaos, the voice gradually became clearer and approached... Christian drew out the rune sword vigilantly, and the black nightmare turned into a death knight holding an ice blue rune sword, armed with thick black armor. He has a strong body, pale hair like frozen rime, hanging down on both sides of his thin face, and those cold eyes summon the breath of deep winter, awakening the power of ancient times.

"The Lich King!!!" Christian took a deep breath, her rationality kept reminding her that this was just a nightmare...

The death knight raised his head, and a ghostly smile flashed across his face with distinct water chestnut angles: "Hehe...have you forgotten? In the past, you always called me Arthas...even the last time you came to Nordson When I was in Germany, I still couldn't change this habit..."

Christian's snow-like eyes faintly shone with fury from the soul. She raised Quelcella, pointing her silver-white sword at the death knight.

"You are not Arthas! Arthas sacrificed himself for his people and endured the curse of Frostmourne... Arthas is a brave, upright, humble, fair, and daring paladin. Lun's well-deserved prince, my dear friend..."

Looking at the face that had already dried up and faded, it was familiar yet so far away, she could no longer contain the long-standing grief and anger, and her sad sigh turned into an angry wail: "And you... the Lich King...you destroyed it with your own hands. Arthas! You have desecrated his soul and destroyed everything he guarded with his life with your own hands!!!”

Alsace didn't feel anything special at all, his calmness and indifference...it was as if nothing had happened at all!

"You are wrong, Christian... this is the real me... this is the real me hidden behind that poor prince's glorious mask... I am not the prince of Lordaeron, I am not the Ugly Sir's favorite disciple, I am Alsace! This is my darkness... the resentment and pain that I have suppressed for a long time!"

Christian gritted her teeth and spat out a few words coldly: "No... the darkness in your heart... is not an excuse for depravity! Arthas is a strong paladin, but the Lich King... is a coward! !!"

Arthas smiled sarcastically, "But we are one person... Arthas is the Lich King, and the Lich King is Arthas... You are so naive, Christian, you think, Is there really such a perfect person in the world? No... that Prince Arthas is nothing more than Lordaeron's fantasy. Are you so afraid of the dark?"

As he said, he took a few steps closer to Christian, "Are you... not a part of the darkness? Have you forgotten the power of darkness? In Quel'Danas..."

Christian's eyes widened, and her icy voice trembled like a cold wind: "That's because... I... want to protect the people I cherish!"

"The person you cherish? Oh...yes, Tailan...haha, didn't you become a death knight...for him? If the darkness is really so hateful, then...why did you stay By Tailan's side? You know, he is the incarnation of the Holy Light, and you..."

"I..." Christian didn't know how to answer... She stiffly suspended Quelcella in the air, dark purple blood oozing from her clenched fist...

Alsace pressed Christian's shoulder, his hoarse voice seemed to be whispering in the grave...

"You are no longer Christian? Rose of Dawn... the elf who manipulated the power of the Holy Light, like Alsace... is dead. Now... embrace the darkness... we should have the same destiny……"

He raised Frostmourne, and the suffocating cold hit her neck. Christian felt a trance for a while, and familiar words faintly echoed in his ears...

"No... Tyran, Christian? Dawn Rose no longer exists, and now I am a fallen death knight..."

'Have you forgotten?In Hearthglen, I once said that death can no longer separate us. '

"No... death... is not the end!!!"

Christian turned around, and Quelcella's blade cut through Alsace's silhouette...In an instant, the nightmare was wiped out with a roar...

"Christian!!!"

An anxious cry woke her up from the nightmare, and when she opened her eyes again, the phantom of the Emerald Dream had disappeared...

"Finally woke up...Christian, are you okay..."

There was already a trace of cold sweat on Tai Lan's forehead. Judging from his pale face, he was not the only one who experienced the nightmare in the Emerald Dream just now.

"Heh... I won't die a second time..." Christian forced a smile.

"Great……"

For some reason, when Tai Lan showed a gentle smile, the warm feeling like holy light made her feel too dazzling...

'He is the embodiment of the Light, and you...'

"Let's... go find Senior Remnos..." Christian stood up, and walked towards Remnos with the emerald acorn...Looking at Christian's slender back, Tyran For some reason, I felt a trace of sadness.

Across the moonlit lake, the druid had been waiting for a long time.

"It's good to see you all safe and sound... Is everything going well?"

"Yes...it's all thanks to your help."

Christian took out a fragrant acorn, and the power of life seemed to make her frozen blood flow again... Knowing that the two knights had overcome the fear in her heart, Remnos couldn't help showing a hint of admiration gaze.

"Well done young man, I will open the portal and send you back to the archdruid of Icecrown Glacier... without further ado, send the emerald acorn to that warrior."

As he spoke, he opened a snow-white portal, and through the barrier, Christian could even see the battle flag of the Silver Northern Expedition...

"Thank you...Senior."

Tyran bowed humbly to Remnos, "May the Holy Light bless you."

Remnos waved goodbye to the two knights, and before leaving, sent his most sincere blessings.

"I bless you and the Northern Expeditionary Paladin, and hope that this acorn can purify him and save him from the plague. Goodbye, friend..."

Just after a ray of silver light disappeared, Christian and Tailan returned to the Northern Expedition Army Peak, carrying the fruit of life and hope of new life, the two embarked on the journey to save their companions again...

Regarding the nightmare in the Emerald Dream, Christian and Tailan didn't ask each other what happened. It was already a painful experience, and no one wanted to bring it up again.

However, it is not the torment of the nightmare itself that makes Tai Lan sad...

"Tylan, are you worried that we can save Brayden in time?" Christian didn't know what kind of memories Tailan's nightmare brought back...

Tai Lan shook his head, "I was just thinking... If there is really a cure for the plague in the world... Would His Royal Highness Alsace still..."

"There are too many citizens in Stratholme...Even if emerald acorns can cure the plague, but...we have no time to save so many people." Christian sighed, "Sometimes, the power of one person is limited."

"But at least...in Maddenhold..." Tailan lowered his head in frustration, falling into self-blame and remorse.

"I'm sorry...Christian, it's all because of me..."

Christian was silent for a long time, only the sound of howling wind was left in the sky above the extremely cold place...

"Tylan, do you care...the fact that I became a death knight."

"Of course I care! Because of my mistake, I almost lost you forever... And now you are suffering the pain that should not belong to you because of my fault! How I wish that the person who became the death knight was me... how I I hope I can bear it for you..."

Tai Lan's voice was suddenly choked in his throat, and he could no longer speak...

"Tylan... I don't think it's a painful thing to be a death knight. Compared to never seeing you, this... is already good."

Christian said, and flew towards the direction of a little spark in the snow...

"Braden Brad, are you okay! Please hold on for a while..."

Beside the dying fire, the weak silver warrior slowly opened his dazed eyes.

"Lord Tailan... I knew you would come back. Although I have warned you, I am glad that you followed my advice to prevent others from being exposed to the threat of infection. Why did you come back... and , General Christian..."

"I am a death knight, not afraid of the plague... As for Tyran..."

Tyran couldn't wait to take out the emerald acorn, and explained: "I asked my father, and he told me that the druid Remnos might be able to cure the plague on you... Senior Remnos asked us to take the emerald acorn Leave it to you, maybe... there is still a glimmer of hope!"

Braden looked at Tyran in surprise, a ray of dawn flashed across those calm eyes, "Tirion sent you to find Remulos...I'm so moved that I can't help myself!"

He struggled to get up and saluted Tai Lan...

"Ordinary people don't deserve such powerful assistance, no matter how noble and selfless they are... You are such a good person! For me, you have traveled such a long distance... Please accept my sincere thanks!"

Tai Lan quickly helped the warrior up: "Braden! You don't have to do this...Your piety and nobility are well deserved... Please take the emerald acorn quickly, I hope there is still time..."

Tears welled up in Braden's eyes. He nodded and swallowed the emerald acorn. In an instant, the light of emerald surrounded his body, and the natural vitality was growing in his weak body...

"How..." Christian asked expectantly.

"I feel a newfound strength, but the plague remains in me."

"What..." Tailan's heart sank suddenly.

Braden smiled faintly: "Don't worry... I'm forever grateful for your efforts for me, stranger. Anyway... You bought me precious time, so that I won't be turned into an undead soon, scouring this world. world."

In the face of death, this warrior has no fear, on the contrary, he is full of gratitude to those who lend a helping hand...

"Thank you... my friend. Please convey my thanks to Tirion and tell Tirion that it has been an honor to serve him."

"No... there must be a way..."

Tyran shook his head in disbelief. In Braden, he seemed to see Hasgreen and Stratholme from the past...

Could it be that he could only watch helplessly as his companions were slowly eroded by the plague, and finally...suffered from eternal torment? !

"Braden... Please persevere..." Tailan finished speaking, stepped on the swift griffin, and flew towards the peak of the Northern Expedition...

"Tylan!"

Christian summoned a black griffin and hurriedly chased after it.

"This is not Hasgreen, nor Stratholme, nor North Valley!!! As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, I will never give up! Never!!!"

Is it an unfinished regret, or an astonishing persistence?Christian doesn't know the answer...she only knows that holy light...can create miracles.At this time, all I can do is support silently...

After returning to the peak of the Northern Expedition, Tirion also felt a little regretful about the mixed news, but, like Tyran, he still believed in... the existence of miracles.

"Thanks for your hard work, children... I am saddened by the news that the acorns have no effect." Tirion sighed heavily, "I can understand your loss, but we don't have time to be sad, we must Keep looking for other possible help. At least...the Emerald Acorn buys us some time."

"So, father... do we have other options?"

Tirion pressed Tailan's shoulder, and said in an affirmative tone: "At least... worth a try. The red dragon queen Alexstrasza has the magic of life. She used to burn the undead with flames, and let the new Life rises from their ashes, and her power may save Braydenblade."

"Rebirth from the ashes... is indeed a very powerful force."

Christian seemed to see a turning point in the matter, "Senior Tirion...excuse me...how can I meet the Red Dragon Queen?"

"Alexstrasza lives in Wyrmrest Temple in Dragonblight. Please go to her and humbly ask her for help on my behalf..."

"Time is precious. For Braden, it is even life... let's go right away."

-------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------- Eastern Plaguelands, the deserted Marris Farm... North Wind brought news from afar.The thinly clad ranger looked indifferently into the distance, guarding against the alliance that might attack at any time.The sturdy plague dog let out an uneasy bark, the ranger raised his head vigilantly, and a secret letter fell on the dilapidated eaves.

The ranger took down the tightly wrapped letter, and a line of Thalasian language was clearly written in familiar handwriting: "To my best friend, Nathanos? Blightcaller".When he noticed the red mark on the envelope, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

"The seal on the mentor's ring...is the news that Christian brought from Northrend...and it's not the common language..." Nathanos frowned suddenly, if he hadn't been sent to Kuei Salas, he couldn't read the words at all...

That is to say, no one in the Undercity's sphere of influence could understand this letter except Cirvanas, Cirvanas' former sister, and him.Even if it falls into the hands of others, the news will not be leaked.

What is there to make Christian secretly send a message here from Northrend?Nathanos took a deep breath and eagerly opened the envelope.His premonition told him that something big was going to happen to the Undercity...

The author has something to say: Hephaist: Oh, the incarnation of Holy Light has become a hot-blooded young man?

Tyran: I am still young compared to your age!

Hephaist: I remember~ when you met Christian, you were already in your 20s, about the same age as Alsace, so...you are in your 30s in the mission of love and family, right?Be careful to become a holy bachelor~

Arthas: Hephaest, I will kill you! !

Jaina: Kyle... take care of you guys!

Hephaest: Hey... some people don't make mistakes! ! !