If you use your enemy’s chop to move quickly near the bounty hunter, with a few crisp swords defeated by blade master, Gondor can’t cope with it, and immediately make wind walk escape invisibly and despondently. However, you are as calm as ever, and he calmly looks at the injured Morred. "Thank you for saving me." "It’s okay. You are the blade master who is called the’ master’?" Because she saw that golden sword in Yonero’s hand!
"Is there a problem?" He asked doubtfully, "The shadow of the war in Storm Kingdom has not yet dispersed, and I urgently need strength to protect myself." Morred looks delicate and touching. Can you make me stronger? "Eugenie smiled meaningfully." Of course, come with me. "Even if Morred was surprised that Eugenie agreed to her request so easily, she still followed Eugenie’s flurry to the forest outside Stormwind. I’m here to take you away, Rapier!
Gift relief "How many years have you lived in seclusion, elder?" I’m afraid if someone asks you Nie Ruo this question, even he doesn’t know how to avoid human harassment. blade master has been living in seclusion in the forest on the outskirts of Stormwind, and I don’t know how many years he has spent. I still remember that in the war of human orcs, you Nie Ruo practiced a unique skill-the enemy beheaded the Terran wizard and became famous in World War I, which belonged to his lush years. Later, he retired after he was invited by the tribal leader Sal, and no one knew where he went with the sword he loved all his life.
Am I a living thing or an undead? Morred often came up with this idea when she was studying with blade master. After her soul was scattered by the arrow of the Moon God, her body changed subtly, sometimes blurred and sometimes clear. Her virtual body once made her wish to die. But when she was learning ancient fencing from the East from blade master, these became her unique advantages. Without blade master’s elegant pace, her footsteps were faster, smarter and faster, which surprised people. Sometimes it was even difficult for Yonejo to catch up. Every evening, when the sunset slowly fell from the western forest, Yonejo would have a duel with her. Thus, the long winter of Azeroth quietly left, and spring came.
He’s just an ordinary blade master with almost demigod powers? This makes Morred puzzled. Yes, it’s the sword in his hand that makes him strong!
It’s time for me to teach you some skills, so that you can protect yourself even when I’m away. You can play with your neck and beads while drinking wine. You’re not too nervous. I can teach you whether it’s the blade master blade storm or my stunt. I can teach you the sword dance. Morred looks straight at you without blinking an eye. I know that your exquisite swordsmanship often hurts your opponent several times. A fatal blow is to give the enemy the most fatal blow, right? Uno laughed. "Haha, you are becoming more and more like an assassin."
"Now that you have learned it, I don’t need to protect you anymore." blade master raised his sword in a bloody dusk, and the setting sun stretched the two figures together. "I’ll have another duel with you before you leave." A simple duel didn’t cast a magic breeze, lifted Eunie’s gray hair, and they narrowed their eyes and rushed at each other at the same time. His swordsmanship was already in full swing, and the years could not cover up his elegant figure. The blade was swift and powerful, and he experienced the flying of life in the dark gallop, slightly dizzy, with rapid pace and rapid pace. It is predicted that all kinds of evasive moves are brewing, and it will attack you again and again. If you are elegant, it will be like a sword dance, and the attack will be more threatening every time. His strength is in the sword, that is, a Rapier! On the contrary, his body is his weakest point. Thinking of this, Morred no longer hesitates to catch Eugenie’s tiny misplacement, waving the shadow moon wheel and cutting it desperately.
A lotus flower spilled a gift to release Morred. This fatal blow caused amazing lethality. You Nie Ruo could no longer support his body. He knelt on the ground. "I still remember that year when I was young, I got this Rapier from a black market merchant during an expedition in the Oriental Forest. From that day on, my swordsmanship advanced by leaps and bounds, and I never met an opponent who dared to compete with me." Old blade master was too weak. He kept panting and blood spilled from the wound. "I knew you when you were in the twilight pub. I knew very well that you were more suitable for this sword than me. Sometimes fate needs to be mastered by yourself. My mission is over. Go and get back everything that belongs to you. "Youneiro’s eyes closed slowly. Morred took gold from his hand. Rapier drew a crescent shape on his chest. Rapier immediately melted into her shadow moon. I will get back everything that I once lost. May God bless your elders.
Chapter three hundred and forty-nine Who is not a coward
Chapter four hundred and forty-seven All men are created equal
The prophet Lordaeron’s yellow land is littered with burnt-out villages. After a flock of crows swept over Rapier in a gloomy day, Morred left the forest outside Stormwind.
While avoiding the scouts of the Guards Corps, she hurried to the north of Lordaeron. The war caused serious trauma to the land. Terran refugees could be seen everywhere on the long road. A group of refugees were unfortunately infected with the plague to avoid the spread of the epidemic. Terran infantry decided to kill them.
Morred doesn’t touch people in his heart. People are always selfish, right?
"Hi, Motretti!" On the trip, she met the executive Traxex Tracy, and they talked a lot together. Of course, Morred never dreamed that cold-blooded killer, who was portrayed in the eyes of human beings in the past, could now match her sister. Tracy is the best archer in the Natural Disaster Corps, which shows that she is outstanding. She prefers to call herself a ranger, but she is really a simple guy. Morred thinks so.
In the depths of the former king city of Lordaeron, undercity, after a long magic singing, Carl absorbed the elements from Rapier and turned them into his first ball "Feng Wang elements". Carl mumbled and called for the whiteness, but the ancient mage robes could not conceal his ecstasy. "I can summon the elements and I will become the most powerful battlemage!" Tracy shrugged her shoulders and said that she didn’t understand. "Let’s create our glory together, Morty. No one can stop us!" Carl laughed a little crazily, and his usual elegance was the opposite. Morred’s heart was pounding wildly, and his deep desire for revenge and killing was irresistibly aroused. It was her refusal that "the Terran and the night Coalition have approached undercity, and these knowledgeable people have been underestimating us, and now it’s time for them to taste the taste of failure". She also smiled gracefully "To hell with the human alliance!" Carl cursed without scruple, and apparently he was still bitter about Gareth.
Burning expedition Lehehunbegin
This is a magnificent silver castle in the high military camp of the Guards’ Union. The flag of the Legion is flying gorgeously. The generals and ministers are marching triumphantly in the Union and talking about it. This pleasant atmosphere is filled with flattery, conversation and trivial arguments. Knight Davion is sitting in the seat of the Supreme Marshal with his head supported by his left hand. "It’s really annoying to listen to this group of flies arguing all day long."
When Jazz was upset, mirana Night Shadow led her followers into the room. "Please forgive me for offending." The young priestess slowly entered the room, smiling and nodding. "We have to go back temporarily because the Union Parliamentary Summit will be held in Danasus in the near future. We will support your sincere and friendly attitude towards the Guards Union." "It’s a pity that we are about to lose a chance to fight side by side." Knight Davion put his arm around Crystal Maiden Lillek Risf’s slim waist and greedily enjoyed her golden hair. "We will send a leader, Fario, to stay in the Storm Kingdom, and send a messenger, Luna, to bless the people of the Kingdom. We also look forward to your triumph, my Lord." The priestess smiled and nodded in return and led her out of the camp.
Sir Vian got up and left the barracks. He boarded the newly completed observation deck with great interest and took over the adjutant’s telescope. The latest scientific and technological objects of the dwarves paid tribute to the distant ruins. Was it once the king city of Lordaeron? On a clean day, the crow flew over it and landed straight on the lookout, turning into a human mage. "Humans, why are you still in the cursed land of Lordaeron?" Hurry away from this place! " Medivh Labik shook his gray robe and warned severely.
"He’s a wizard who spreads rumors. Get him out of here!" An adjutant shouted to the infantry around him, "There are many prophets like you in Storm Kingdom." Davian’s calm face remained unchanged, and the telescope looked at the distance. "They are good at performing all kinds of magic, just like my little daughter tickling me." Labik "The world of Azeroth will be a disaster. Humans will evacuate your troops from Lordaeron as soon as possible to defend your people and the world tree. Otherwise, the whole eastern kingdoms will become a paradise for the dead!" Adjutant "He’s crazy, Marshal"
"Bastard!" Knight Davion was angry, and the dragon bloodline ignited a raging anger in his chest. He rushed forward and grabbed Labik by the collar. "The Guards are marching towards victory, and our soldiers will soon step over undercity to sweep the east and west plague and unite with the bloody crusaders to revive the glory of Terran knights! I am the commander-in-chief of the allied forces, and the situation should be controlled by me, not you! " Labik "Advice has been given to human beings, and you always make repeated mistakes without listening to it." He dialed Marshal’s angry hand and took a few steps back to become a black bird again. From the top of the towering watchtower, he dived and quickly disappeared into the vast sky. Marshal turned around and patted a soldier on the shoulder. "You can return home with triumph news before the leaves fall."
Expedition and betrayal? In fact, I am the betrayed person-Illidan Stormrage This is a young death knight with long silver hair and dark armor. He is a handsome and noble man. He is the Lord of the plague in Lordaeron West. cold-blooded killer "Young elf, are you willing to serve the Lich King?" Defense of the Ancients looked straight into Morred’s eyes and saw an expectation. A firm voice echoed back in the dark hall. "I do" is a race. What is a natural disaster? I will promise Morred anything if I want to be appreciated and fulfill the watchman’s long-cherished desire for revenge. "You made the right choice, and Carl came up to congratulate her." "It’s really great that I have a good sister again." Tracy smiled slightly sweetly. This beautiful girl made Morred cast a grateful look at her.
"It’s incredible that you beat me again." Abaddon shook his head contemptuously and pulled the sword out of its scabbard. "I’m interested in a duel with you." To tell the truth, Morred didn’t have much affection for the Lord’s adult, and her contempt for words made her feel very uncomfortable. She even had a dislike for the noble, but she respectfully replied, "It’s my honor." "Then be careful." Abaddon whispered a sword and dashed at Morred’s blade to send out an abyss. Remember the extreme cold makes people around you shudder. This sword was forged by the Lich King himself in the Second War of the Undead and has the same name as the Arthas sword. Frostmourne Abaddon wanted to have absolute confidence to defeat her, but he caught a glimpse of Morred weapon. The shadow crescent moon was burning with evil dark purple light? Can’t help but hit a cold war confusion and a little fear. Ghoul king armband? No way. Isn’t that guy Neikes already dead?
He swallowed and closed his eyes, while wielding a sword to cut it off, but he stabbed him with rich experience in war. Be careful that his opponent is behind him! Morred’s swift flashing raid jumps, the shadow crescent moon is blocked by frost and sorrow, and the sword is cold and instant. generate condenses into borneol to stab her, forcing her to step back. Abaddon narrows her eyes and stares at Morred’s vague figure. If the shadow is now, her evasion skills are more familiar than the duel between the two sides. If Abaddon relies on strength experience, Morred relies on agile speed, the Ghoul King’s armband and Rapier make her have to contend with Defense of the Ancients’s cold offensive, just as Maiev’s shadow song is good at releasing hidden weapons to give the most fatal blow when the enemy is weakest.
Abaddon had to despise this seemingly weak female elf in front of his eyes, but Carl’s intrusion affected his fighting interest. The word "intrusion" seems a bit inappropriate because he walked into the hall gracefully. Carl’s "Guards emissary just refused us to negotiate with the Lord" Abaddon "These guys have no sincerity to negotiate with us! Our troops declared war on the Guards the other day. Carl "Tracy" I am a ranger in undercity, and I also have the responsibility to protect my people. ""Let’s stop the duel today. It’s a pity that we can’t tell the winner, but you have changed my view of the elves. The elves who fought with me a little ago were all a bunch of waste. "Abaddon lost his arrogance and sincerely appreciated it.
Morred smiled slightly, and her eyebrows were bent into a beautiful crescent with a little smugness. "You smile really beautifully." Abaddon’s tone suddenly became soft and touched Morred’s heart. No man has praised her so much. Let her recall that once mocked her and laughed ugly. Shandel Sasimo "Let’s go quickly." Trish wrapped her black robe to highlight her exquisite figure, and her sweet face added a killer’s dignity. My dear enemies don’t let me sign it easily.
Chapter 20 The first drop of blood The bleak wind outside the window accelerated the loneliness, and the weather became colder and colder. In autumn, the fallen leaves were collected all over the ground. A Terran infantry let go of its sword and kept breathing and warming its hands for several months. They were tired and hungry. Every time they walked a certain distance, several soldiers fell to the ground because of physical exhaustion.
Swing didn’t want them to rest for even a few seconds. "Go, you lazy people!" He waved his big sword and shouted at the other infantry for getting orders from the chief, like a pile of walking corpses with siege steam locomotives running over the bodies of his comrades.
"Hey, relax, you’re the harshest general I’ve ever seen." huskar Haska patted Swing on the shoulder. Haska was born in a troll family. Mercenary warriors recruited by human beings should be discriminated against. But he is a friend of Rogue Knight Swing. Who dares to provoke him? Swing looked into the distance. The vast land was blurred by golden wheat fields and red maple leaves. Occasionally, it was filled with bloody smoke. shattered sun was one integrated mass. The evening was beautiful. "I have been away from home for three years and joined the human expeditionary force. I really miss the smell of the former Storm City pub." Has I’m their chief, Haska, a heavy and serious reply with a nasal voice. Just north of us, a huge undead fortress was not breached by the allied forces for three months. Knight Davion transferred us and gave me an order to take the chief of the fortress, Necrolyte’s coffin, to see him for ten days. This is the marshal’s test for me. I have no reason to let the marshal down. Let’s go. Haska pulled the spear out of the ground. He understands that upholding justice. Swing, the night elves ahead are out of supplies. We must arrive as soon as possible. Swing got up and quickened his pace, and the heavy armor gave him a short breath. Haska followed the troops and left, but an ominous premonition came to his mind, just like a sense of crisis before Haskamajina’s duel.
After a day and night trek, Carl Morred traxex and others finally arrived at the natural disaster fortress. The arrival of Abaddon inspired the undead soldiers to a certain extent, and the former commander, necromancer Necrolyte, kept complaining that the enemy attack had caused them great losses. "Oh, just four days ago, those damn elves attacked again." The necromancer chattered like a dissatisfied housewife. "It’s a good thing that Lord Nero Zu finally held the position." Abaddon patiently listened to the report and his face became more dignified. It is an unshirkable responsibility that if this fortress falls again, Stansom and undercity in the north will be devastated. "You immediately go to the east and west to reorganize the army and prepare to attack me." Abaddon ordered Carl and the archers to leave the camp in a hurry to carry out their respective lords’ duties. Morred turned around and stared at him with dark green eyes. He smelled a fragrance as he approached her. It was the unique vanilla smell of the Elves. He suddenly felt relaxed. "Do you have a hand if you want to attack the Elves?" On the one hand, Abaddon is thinking for her, on the other hand, he is trying to test him. He doesn’t want to lose such an excellent soldier in his camp. The words "Iwillfinishhehur”Morred are as cold as before. Abaddon shivered.
The natural disaster fortress has always been gorgeous. Chimera waved his huge wings to cover the moonlight. The night elves obviously have not waited for the arrival of Terran reinforcements. They took the lead in launching an attack. Jakiro, a two-headed dragon, carried the liquid fire in his belly and sprayed the anger of the undead into the crypt and the psychic tower. The dark building immediately burst into flames. The mountain giant uprooted the ancient trees and carried them on his shoulders and violently smashed them at the vigil ghouls.
"You don’t have to come out and stay in the The Dark Castle to watch the battle." Before leaving, Abaddon told Morred that he was riding a skeleton horse, and his eyes showed that the knight was in high spirits and the night wind blew away his silver hair. Morred looked at his back and the outline gradually faded away. Well, he was actually quite handsome.
Abaddon brandished a long sword and led the soldiers to counterattack the three strongholds in the east, west and north. they nest surrounded the night elves and turned the original battle into a massacre.
"May the moonlight light up our way forward! "Love by Sally devoutly prayed in her heart to summon a group of shy elves. Everyone treated the mountain giants with war sticks and set off a catastrophic landslide. She picked up an undead wizard and threw it at the natural disasters. The poor wizard was smashed to pieces immediately. Carl quickly summoned the thunder and fire element and a magnetic pulse exploded to defend everyone. The magic was destroyed by the meteorite; Chaotic meteorite smashed and rolled out of a burning crater. In an instant, Abaddon wielded a sword to cut off the necromancer and released a death pulse. Finally, the sickle of death was harvested perfectly. There was a loud bang, and the mountain giant fell to the ground. The huge granite body split into several rubble.
Morred watched the war in the castle and felt uneasy. However, the tension forced her to put away her thoughts and turn her attention to Tracy’s battlefield. Tracy suspected that she was a cold and deadly killer. She put away her usual jokes. The archer’s ice and arrows were silent, and the magic was released just right. She was petite. She shuttled freely in the battlefield and avoided the double-headed dragon’s ice and fire, and the flame storm turned around and sealed her throat with an arrow.
Chimera’s two heads whined and fell from it, with dozens of arrows inserted obliquely. The haters embraced around it, and they were still struggling to eat and eat. The encirclement of natural disasters became smaller and smaller. The guards were in a state of collapse. The cunning Sartre immediately ran away when he saw that the situation was wrong. Although all the forest goddesses were daughters of Cenarius, Aiyusha was the first daughter of Senarius and his favorite one. She inherited more strength from Cenarius, just like Morred mirana Xiandelsha, she is also a little princess of luna students. You should stay in the forest forever. At the thought of this, Morred’s mouth floated with a contemptuous smile and inexplicable hatred, which finally defeated reason and made her join in the slaughter.
The dagger flashed, but it was familiar. Soon Morred cut into Aisha and waved the judgment wheel "Ah!" Love yousha screamed, and her front paws beat on the ground in shock. She immediately turned and started to flee to the depths of the forest. The bear monster and the centaur blocked Morred’s progress with their huge bodies. When the master tried to escape, a beautiful flash suddenly flashed to Love Yousha, leaving two wild monsters to stare in the same place.
The suffocating blade threw Morred after her, and Love Yousha kept beating around like a frightened deer. She didn’t want to retreat quickly, and the branches scratched her body. Fear prompted her to rush to the dark front. Morred jumped up after a while of acceleration, and the half-moon blade drew a beautiful arc in the night, cutting her neck with a knife. Love Yousha saw the assassin’s face at the last minute. She stared at Morred with an incredible expression and gradually collapsed. She was asking, "How could it be you?"
Chapter 21 Assassination Before the first light of dawn scattered, the smoke was exhausted, and the ghouls enjoyed the battle to recover the physical strength they had just consumed in the battle. Carl’s three elemental balls kept spinning and condensing into all kinds of gorgeous magic to continue to wipe out those who were still fighting against the Guards, "King Seth of Kakkar?" Not far away, accompanied by a chaotic footsteps, a blood elf voice came.
“Ahh,freshmea!” When the butcher heard the fairy sound, he immediately raised his vicious face and threw a bloody meat hook at Nuochong as fast as he hadn’t eaten meat for hundreds of years. "Look out!" Carl shouted that the body ball also danced with a strong hurricane and threw Nuochong into the middle to avoid this deadly hook. "Anyway, they are not enemies, not now!" Rarely angry Carl suddenly flew into a rage and drank away a group of undead who tried to surround Nochong.
Fat and full of complaints, it’s not good to leave in a huff. Nuochong was embarrassed for a while and didn’t know what to say. "Are you Carl Seth sunstrider?" Carl "I’m not sunstrider. Just call me Carl, my friend." Nuochong "No, Carl Hall, please allow me to address you respectfully! I’ll take you away from here as the chief guard of Silver Moon City. The people of Quel ‘Salas need your rule. Tracy, Silver Moon City may be a good place. Carl, No, I don’t want any more human alliances. The blood elves don’t need the help of human alliances. Nuochong looks at Carl with a touch of nostalgia. His face is no longer young. My followers and I are willing to swear to your loyalty to the temple.
There is no doubt that this is an exciting day for Lord Abaddon, who not only annihilated the night elves who wanted to attack them, but also got a group of elite blood elf warriors such as Nuochong to join us. So it seems that repelling the Guards regiment is just around the corner. "Hey brothers, let’s go for a drink." The young Lord looked in a good mood and shouted to the people behind him, "Carl, are all blood elves as ruthless as you?" On the road, Tracy didn’t forget to tease Carl. When Abaddon heard this, he gave Tracy a hard look and shouted at the butcher behind him, "Pour each of us a glass of wine."
Before the butcher lost his anger, he walked over and poured everyone a glass of ale. Abaddon Karl and Nochong drank it all at once. Trish was also a ranger who could drink, while Morred was not used to the taste of the wine. He coughed violently before drinking two drinks. She silently watched the pouring butcher’s ear wind up with some strange sounds. "Those who get the Ghoul King’s armband will have great power, but the dark forces will gradually corrode the owner’s heart." "Unfortunately, your companions all reject you to join our natural disaster army. I will."
A picture that made her even more afraid showed a huge suture monster with a twisted face, a disgusting smile and a dripping blood. There was still a moment when a big heart was beating in her stomach. The plague of this monster body was gradually released, and the huge body slowly approached her like a body caught fire. Fear, revenge and hatred filled her mind with thoughts that eventually condensed and cooled into some terrible thoughts. I’m going to kill him!
This feeling of killing is getting stronger and stronger. Morred’s expression becomes ferocious and horrible. She consciously clenched the shadow crescent moon in her hand. "What can I do for you, Motriti?" Abaddon saw that she looked wrong and asked suspiciously. Everyone was focusing on her. She just came to her senses and consciously concealed a stiff smile just now. Abaddon frowned slightly.
It’s a suicide to kill him now. It would be great if he could be assassinated in the middle of the night. Morred thought about what happened at the banquet later, and she also paid attention to the sunset in the evening. Abaddon and his brothers were as drunk as a fiddler, and Carl was a little drunk. After a while, everyone went back to rest in the slaughterhouse. The butcher lay in bed with a fat body and snored like thunder. "Damn the necromancer drank me so much wine." Fat said while snoring.
The moon slowly climbs the sky, quiet as water, and a cold wind blows "hiss". A metallic sound is dagger sound from far and near, fast, accurate and cruel! The dagger was inserted into the fat limb accurately and mistakenly, which made him wake up from his sleep. "There is an assassin!" " A frightening consciousness spread in fat thoughts. He struggled to get up and woke up half-awake. He stared at those round eyes, and his pupils were dilated. He scanned the dark distant room in horror, and mottled moonlight poured in.
Suddenly, a hazy phantom flashed straight in the direction of the butcher! Fat hurriedly threw the hook forward, but was smartly flashed by the phantom. He was tortured by fear and unbearable. Fat started the rotting body, and the plague poured out. His body was corroded at a visible speed. However, the assassin attacked him with a knife and two knives, and the fat body was bleeding profusely. There was a loud bang, and his body exploded and broke into several pieces of meat and blood.
"It’s over" Morred breathed a long sigh of relief, and the feeling that had been suppressed by revenge for a long time was finally released. She wiped off the residual blood left by the shadow crescent with satisfaction and prepared to break through the window. She opened the window and the moonlight came in, but it was blocked by a shadow behind her. It was a figure!
Chapter 22 Arthas Tears (first person called Abaddon) "How could there be such a young and outstanding death knight!" When Barana, the Dark Lord, first met me, his words were full of heartfelt admiration. Just as I admired his fame, he also appreciated my youth and appreciate each other, and we soon became good friends who talked without talking.
I used to be a noble knight in the kingdom of Lordaeron. After I became a member of the Natural Disaster Corps, my military talents were fully displayed. I was able to stop the battlefield. Even Kel ‘Thuzad, the lich, fell in love with me. Even when the Natural Disaster Corps was losing ground, in the eyes of my subordinates, I was an unsmiling man with a towering nose and a slightly pale face and a closed mouth. "What can be more frightening than Barton?" This is Kel ‘Thuzad’s evaluation of me.
Morred is really an ordinary girl. Although she looks beautiful, she is not charming. When I first met her in undercity, I suddenly caught a glimpse of her, as if she had been caught in a month’s heavy rain and was soaked to the skin. Suddenly, someone smelled a warm sunshine and sprinkled it into my heart. A few days ago, an active girl, Tracy, put it next to my ear and whispered to me, "Hey, I see you are getting more and more fond of laughing." I don’t know if this is the so-called feeling?