Warcraft novel series

This is the advantage of being fanatically loyal to a certain belief. As long as their belief is not destroyed, no matter how many leaders they change, it will not have any impact on them. At this moment, they were rushing to the Dark Cathedral holding various strange ornaments. After successfully intercepting two members of the Cult of the Curse, the two old Fordings, who put on Twilight cloaks, blended into their team.

The Cult of the Damned believers are the only special cases who can enter the Dark Cathedral as living beings, but Old Fording smelled the rancid smell emanating from their souls. Looking at each other, Old Fording and Mike entered the highest palace of darkness together.

It was a simple place without any decoration. Everyone handed the ornaments in their hands to the dark priest in charge of this ritual, and he pieced them together. It was a dark red bowl-shaped vessel with a black heart on it. It was a heart as solid as rock, wrapped in darkness and destruction, exuding the smell of death.

At this moment, all the believers of the Cult of the Damned were surrounding the Supreme Dark Priest and shouting in a language that Old Fording could not understand. The Dark High Priest held up the vessel containing the Dark Heart and shouted loudly,"Great Lord, please grant me the purest power of darkness, let this heart be immersed in pure darkness, and let the light tremble in it. Your most loyal servant asks for your gift, so that the king of Lich can finally be the last in his heart. The light will be annihilated, and the darkness will give our great king infinite power!"

In the loud shouting, uneasy restlessness began to appear in the dark red bowl-shaped vessel, and the dark Zhang was surrounded by a faint dark energy and began to float in the vessel Above, a sharp cry came out,"Great Master, please show your body and let me inject this power of darkness into your body. May the darkness protect you forever!" Following the priest's voice, a cold voice The figure appeared at the door of the dark church. He was wearing cold and solid dark blue armor, holding Frostmourne that exuded a cold air. Under the king's crown, a pair of eyes emitted a charming ice blue light.

"You have done well, my servant. My whole body and mind long for this power. All servants of the Lich King, applaud your master's voice."That was a cold voice, and everyone fell at the feet of the Lich King and cheered wildly, except for Old Fording and Mike. At this moment, Old Fording no longer hid, he took out the Ashbringer, rushed over and slashed When the Dark Priest held the ceremony, black and red blood slowly flowed. While the broken body of the Dark Priest fell down, Mike also rushed up and chopped down several curses that prevented them from facing the Lich King. Cultists. Unexpectedly, the Curse Cultists seem not to be afraid of sudden changes. Death is like a game in their eyes and can happen at any time. They still fanatically worship the Lich King Arthas.

"Wake up, Arthas, don't let the last conscience be lost in the darkness. The Holy Light welcomes everyone who is still kind-hearted."Old Fording's voice was solemn and sacred, but in front of Arthas, he could not see the slightest sign that the former prince was moved.

"You are finally here, my old friend."The Lich King raised his head and pointed at Old Fording with Frostmourne. His ice-blue eyes exuded endless chill,"Your kindness will destroy you, are you my servant?"At this moment, Old Fording suddenly felt something sharp piercing his body. It was a silver-white long sword, which was very common among the Silver Northern Expedition. But it was this sword that made Old Fording feel A kind of anger at being deceived.

When the sword was drawn out, the bright red blood stained the cold land."I'm sorry, I deceived you, my beloved Lord Fording."It was a clear and hearty voice, but the sound that sounded in Old Fording's ears at this moment made him feel extremely heartbroken.

When he saw Mike, a young man with golden hair, walking to the side of the Lich King, his heart was broken. This was a naked betrayal. The person he compared to his son betrayed him ruthlessly. Such a result was something that Old Fording did not expect. But he could not stop Arthas from telling him,"This has been the case from the beginning. A scam, the holy light of hope for salvation remains, golden boy, those are all scams based on your wishful thinking. My senior cultists from the Cult of the Damned brought you here, dooming your fate, my army of death knights. There is destined to be one more lord, is it my beloved Lord Fording?"The Lich King's voice and cold laughter shook the entire dark hall. All the members of the Cult of the Damned who worshiped him lifted up Old Fordring and tied him to the cross, waiting for Arthas to complete his mission as a death knight in person. Ceremony.

But the dark king didn't seem to be in a hurry. Looking at Old Fording's gradually blurred eyes and the wounds that were constantly flowing with blood, he let out a frightening wild laugh, as if waiting for the moment when Old Fording's blood drained out. For a moment, it seemed like he was waiting for something.

At this time, Mike stood up. He walked towards the vessel containing the heart of darkness, lifted him to Arthas, half-kneeling, lifted the heart to the Lich King. In front of me,"My great master, please accept the best sincerity from the darkness, which is the heart of darkness full of power."

Looking at the heart that exuded black luster, Alsace used his ice-blue hands to stroke the heart that was filled with darkness, as if he were stroking a child's head carefully and gently, and like stroking a precious child. The jewelry is more careful and careful."The smell is familiar, but it will not belong to me, but to you, old Fording.""

Alsace picked up the heart filled with dark energy and walked towards Old Fording. Although his face hidden by the armor could not be seen, the infiltrating aura from the ice blue eyes still made people feel heartbroken. Shocked."Accept him and you will become the strongest death knight, my old friend. Alsace's words made Old Fording feel sick,"I would rather die than be your lackey!""Old Fording's resistance did not seem to surprise Alsace. Standing in front of old Fording, Alsace's voice was a little more gentle. He carefully stroked the rock-hard stone, The veined Heart of Darkness said,"You have no right to say no, my old friend."As he spoke, he slowly stretched his heart towards Old Fording's chest.

"Sorry, my master, Old Fording is the spokesperson of the Holy Light. The Holy Light in his body will affect the integration with the Heart of Darkness. Please let me integrate his Holy Light defense to make your creative plan more perfect.."That was Mike's voice. Arthas seemed to agree with Mike's suggestion. He took a few steps back to allow Old Fording to face Mike head-on.

The Mike who appeared in front of Old Fording was still the same one with short blond hair. The young man with bright blue eyes, if it weren't for the sword stained with the blood of Old Fordring in his hand, one would have to equate him with the Lich King's men.

"Poor traitor, you will not end well!"Old Fording roared angrily, but could not get a response from Mike. The young man came to Old Fording, whispered something in his ear, and put his hand on Old Fording. In an instant, the pure white holy light soared into the sky and flooded Old Fording's entire body. This sultry holy light gave Old Fording strength and instantly rejuvenated the old man who was hovering on the edge of death.

"Your death has come, Arthas."Old Fording, who broke free from the Crusaders in an instant, picked up the Ashbringer and struck Alsace with a sword. The holy turned into a ruthless blade and enveloped the entire dark church. All the cursed believers fell in mourning. They were dark. His body could not withstand the impact of the white holy light, but Alsace was indifferent to such an attack.

Bright runes lit up under his feet, forming a solid defensive barrier that tightly wrapped Alsace in it. , allowing the sultry holy light to cover the entire cold dark church."The price for betrayers will be death, Old Fording, Mike, your fate has long been doomed."At this time, Mike retorted to Alsace in a stronger voice,"Betrayer? You should have thought of this outcome when you killed my parents with your own hands. Those innocent people welcomed the triumphant return of their favorite prince, but you gave them a horrific death. From that moment on, my heart died. I joined the Cult of the Damned and gradually became a senior member just to get close to you. When I accept this mission, it will be your death, Arthas!"

With full anger, Mike swung the sword stained with old Fording's blood and rushed towards Alsace, slashing it hard from the air. But it was impossible for his sword to touch Alsace's body. This standing figure The king at the top of Icecrown Fortress pushed Mike out with just one hand. Mike hit the wall hard and fell to the ground. He struggled but couldn't get up. He just released the Paladin's ultimate skill Holy Healing on Old Fordring. At this moment, his exhausted body naturally could not cause any harm to Alsace. At this moment, Alsace turned to look at Old Fordring, with a mocking smile under his mask. At this moment, he inserted Frostmourne into the ground. Crying loudly,"Rise and serve your master, my servants."With this infiltrating voice, all the Cursed Cultists who had been knocked down by the Holy Light of Old Fording stood up. Of course, they are still alive as undead. For them, the meaning of death and survival only lies in Alsace's In a word, if they are still needed, that is the value of their existence.