Chapter 455 26. Black Knight Aznab

"It's a conspiracy."

Darkan Drashir stood on a high ground in Eversong Forest. He looked at Silvermoon City in the distance. Looking from this direction, the tall city wall of Silvermoon City had been torn from the edge. In the cracks of the city wall, undead staggering forward in the chaotic city can be vaguely seen, including killed soldiers, civilians in robes, and some golems whose core parameters have been tampered with.

The city where he has lived for thousands of years is gradually falling into the hands of an increasingly large number of undead natural disasters. Although there are high elf mages and soldiers returning from the southern forest every minute, the support that is a drop in the bucket, It can only delay the time of the city's fall, and on the southeast side of the city, those enchantment rune stones that he secretly found a long time ago are being destroyed one by one.

The continuous fall of the enchantment stone has caused the suppression effect of Banti Renoir's enchantment to become worse and worse, and the pressure on the city that is still guarded by the elves is also gradually increasing.

"Silvermoon City is over."

The wild Lord Salein reached out and touched his smooth chin. Supported by a large amount of blood, his body had returned to the state when he was just an adult, and he had endless energy for him to squander. Afterwards, Darkan knew very well that as long as he didn't seek death, he could live safely for many years... If he broke through some kind of shackles in his body, he might be able to achieve the long-awaited state of immortality.

This made Darkan look forward to it. He no longer observed the current situation of Silvermoon City. The life and death of those former compatriots had nothing to do with him. He turned around, and on the ground behind him was a star Gao's blood-colored "crystal", the blood-colored mistress with a painful face was sealed in it, and on the crystal clear crystal wall, he could clearly see Aurelia's long blood-red hair wrapping her body.

"clang"

Darkan stretched out his fingers and tapped the blood-colored crystal in front of him. This strange material made a crisp sound, but it was not a physical seal. In fact, in Darkan's perception, the crystal in front of him was completely The extension of the blood mother's self-power, a complex self-seal is formed by the purest blood power, perhaps to resist the invasion of the sun well power.

"You are the key in my hand, the mighty Blood Mistress."

Darkan reached out and caressed the icy blood gem, and he whispered in an obsessed voice:

"You hold the future in your hands, but it's a pity that you, who possess such powerful power, are still bound by mortal feelings... But it doesn't matter, since this power makes you so painful, then give it to me. "

The voice of the wild lord of Salein is full of expectation and search, but even with such desire, Darkan is very clear that it must be a difficult and complicated process to extract the unique blood of Salein from the Blood Mistress , he needs a stronghold that can hide himself for a long time, and then slowly study the power he desires.

Before that, he must leave Quel'Thalas with the blood gem... Although Dar'Khan is not a general in command, his life in the past thousands of years has given him unique wisdom. The current situation in Silvermoon City is no longer affected. Once controlled, even if the high elves finally regained Silvermoon City, the undead who came across the sea from the North would not give up so easily.

Although these undead in the north and the rumored undead in the southern border have the same life form, their behavior styles are completely two extremes. All comers are welcome, which means that the number of legionnaires of the Northland Undead will continue to rise exponentially.

No matter what the future of Quel'Thalas is, the country will not be peaceful in the near future, and Dar'Khan can also vaguely guess that these undead from the north landed in Quel'Thalas, maybe not just for the sake of higher powers. In the land of the elves, judging from the current situation in the northern border, once the undead from Quel'Thalas rush into the Stratholme area in the hinterland of Lordaeron, the defense line carefully built by the human empire will collapse from behind.

"Once the undead from the north and the south converge, the entire northern border will immediately face the danger of subversion, and the forces behind Tichondrius, the dread demon king, the demons are coming... Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that I have to leave this area that is about to be destroyed by war. The earth is destroyed."

Darkan's blood-red eyes shone with cunning, just a moment later, he made a plan for the future, but just when he used the levitation magic to hold up the blood gem behind him, he planned to leave Quill at the moment of turmoil At the time of Salas, among the mountains deep in the Eversong Forest, the neighing of a war horse suddenly sounded.

"swish"

Darkan waved his hand, two groups of active blood magic power wrapped around his arms, and the slender fingers instantly turned into bloody claws, even though the power of Salayne endowed Darkan with blood similar to Powerful manipulation like magic, but maybe it's some kind of instinct. When he is in danger, he becomes more fond of his figure that comes and goes like the wind and his indestructible claws.

Most importantly, Darkan was very fascinated by the experience of taking a life with his own hands, feeling the weak life crumbling in his own hands, the feeling of killing hope.

Maybe he himself didn't realize that in the process of drinking blood without restraint, his originally stable temper was slipping to the edge of mania and out of control. Darkan was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Comparing each other, if Salaine of the Dark Blade is a group of vampires who restrain themselves, then Darkan is a bloodthirsty without extremes at all. His appearance is very beautiful, but under his body, his soul is constantly A little bit of distortion, from human, twisted to inhuman.

"Da da da"

The low sound of hoofbeats was getting closer, and Darkan became more and more vigilant. He could feel that the person who came was a living person. In Salein's blood vision, he could clearly see that a ball of beating light was approaching. He, perhaps, was a paladin who had come to die?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Darkan's mouth. He stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips. His eyes were shining with desire. He couldn't wait to drink blood again.

But...a moment later, the strange knight appeared in the forest, but Darkan did not act rashly, because the knight in front of him... was dressed up somewhat, evil.

He should be a high elf paladin, which can be seen from the faint holy light beating around his body and the sharp ears outside his helmet. The number of high elf paladins in Quel'Thalas is very small. It is a new profession born after the orcs invaded. A few years ago, the orcs broke through the southern forest defense line of Quel'Thalas, causing many elves and civilians to be displaced, and many people lost their relatives.

Every high elf living in Quel'Thalas has very good magical qualifications, but for a highly developed magical civilization like Quel'Thalas, having qualifications does not mean that you can enter the combatants in this system That is to say, it is basically unrealistic for those high elves who hate orcs to rely on the power of the country to become stronger and then take revenge.

In that case, many elves who could not see hope were inspired by the Knights of the Silver Hand who entered Quel'Thalas, and soon, the first batch of high elf paladins appeared in the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Meera Dawnblade is one of these elven paladins. Of course, after entering Draenor with the team, he abandoned the power of the Holy Light and also left the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Darkan is very clear about this period of history, but the elf knight in front of him is not wearing the silver-white armor that paladins often wear, or the phoenix heavy armor that elves wear. On the contrary, he is wearing a set of thick, rough, carved Black armor decorated with skulls and black thorns, with a full-face mask, and even the horse under the crotch is also covered with black harness.

From a distance, this guy looks like a black knight with an ominous aura, especially the ferocious armor-piercing hammer on his back, that terrifying weapon that combines a warhammer and a blade, also brings a lot to this slender black knight. A heavier temperament.

He seems to be carrying a lot, very heavy things.

The black knight sat quietly on the horse, as if he had no consciousness of his own, but Darkan could feel that under the helmet, there was a pair of calm eyes staring closely at him.

"Who are you? Do you know me?"

For this kind of guy who is not easy to mess with at first glance, Darkan is not willing to rush up and fight directly. The blood crystal floating behind him is the real important thing. Therefore, while the two sides are confronting each other, Darkan shouted loudly arrive:

"Get out of the way! Knight, I have no intention of being your enemy!"

"Darkan Drahir..."

The moment Darkan's words fell, the weird black knight pulled the rein, and amidst the deep neighing of the horse, he jumped off the saddle and stood opposite Darkan. Under the heavy helmet, the The pair of blue eyes that belonged to a living person looked at Salein in front of him, and he whispered in a dry voice, like two stones colliding and rubbing together:

"You failed, shamefully...failed!"

"Um?"

Darkan frowned. He really failed. Whether it was the capture of the blood mistress or the political struggle, he was completely defeated, but this matter was only spread among the upper echelons of Silvermoon City. How did this weird elf in front of him know?

"What did you say? Do I know you? Friend?"

There was a trace of impatience in Darkan's voice, his ten sharp blood claws collided back and forth, and he said in a deep voice:

"Guy who hides his head and shows his tail, who are you? Get out if you don't want to talk, I don't have time to play games with you!"

"Thirty-seven days ago, a letter was delivered to your mansion... There is an extremely important message hidden in that letter."

The black knight held the ice-blue armor-piercing hammer behind him with his backhand. His vocal cords seemed to have been corroded by some force, which made his voice sound terrible, like the voice of the abyss.

"I told you everything you needed, my request was trivial, but you...failed!"

"You! You wrote that letter?"

Darkan's blood-red eyes widened, and then a strange smile flashed across his face. He looked at the black knight who had drawn his weapon, and his figure took a slight slanted step, revealing the blood-colored gem behind him. The black knight made a "please" gesture:

"My friend, although we have never met, but you see, I have lived up to the important information you gave me. The Blood Mistress is already in my hands. I know you want me to kill her to severely damage the Dark Blade King , I am willing to do that too, but before that, I must get what I need from Mistress... You see, we are collaborators, and I need you to give me more and more important information, in exchange, When the mistress loses meaning to me, I am willing to hand her over to you!"

The wild lord of Salein let out a series of deep laughter:

"You can do with her what you want, that's fair, isn't it?"

"bass"

The ice-blue armor-piercing hammer was slowly entwined with thick holy light. While the golden light was flowing, the black knight clenched the hammer with both hands. In his blue eyes, a murderous intent flashed across.

"Unfortunately, the cooperation has expired, because of your personal greed and shameful failure, I had to come here to clean up this headache mess, you are not a good partner, and I don't want it all To be known by others... I am different from you, I live for a purer purpose, before the endless pain knocks me down, I just want to drag Tyrion to hell with his lunatics.. .that's all."

"So, please die, Darkan Drahir! Take your cursed disgusting life... to die!"

Behind the black knight's armor, two condensed wings of holy light rose suddenly, and the powerful power of holy light circulated on the surface of his body. After a roar, this guy was like the bravest warrior of holy light, heading towards Darkan rushed over, and the heavy armor-piercing hammer slammed into Salein's body, but before hitting, amidst Darkan's grinning laughter, his figure quickly turned into a black vampire bat, dodging With this powerful and heavy blow.

The next moment, Salein's strange figure appeared behind the black knight. His staggered claws pulled out ten bloody claw marks in the air, and with a deadly roar, he grabbed the black knight's neck.

And at this moment, the black knight's left hand swung back violently, and almost without looking back, he threw out a holy light bullet full of scorching energy.

"boom"

Darkan's figure was thrown away by the sudden counterattack, as if he lost his balance, his body hit a big tree behind him, and the huge force of the heavy equipment broke the branch, knocking Darkan's body thrown into the soil on the ground.

A moment later, the wild Lord Salein got up from the ground, his face was still burnt by the holy light, and he looked very embarrassed, while the black knight looked at him with a disdainful look with his hammer in both hands.

"You are still a mage in your bones, but you are trying to defeat me with clumsy melee skills. What gave you the courage?"

"I have to say, compared to the blood lord of Dark Blade, you, Darkan, you are too poor!"