Everyone thinks that the Blood Crusade is a mental hospital full of fanatical priests. In fact, it is not. After all, there are many madmen who are not priests... For example, the famous killer Rohan, the angry Mataus, and the hunter Leopud, all have extremely devout faith in the Holy Light and hate for the undead. Although they cannot use the Holy Light directly to fight like the priests, they use their own way to hold on to the plague land where the undead is raging... Mental Hospital

Regan, who is still a rookie, once followed Rohan as a scout for a year at Tyre's hand. Although the old madman wearing a little Red Riding Hood did not deliberately teach him assassination techniques, he did not avoid him when cleaning up his target. Therefore, under this default practical teaching, Regan quickly learned how to become a qualified assassin.

——Really speaking, there are few strong men with dual professions on the mainland. After all, there are many restrictions on different professions. For example, warlocks who practice dark magic will never be favored by holy light; mages who meditate for a long time and have poor physical fitness will not be able to perform the duties of warriors; druids who also believe in the goddess of nature will not have a good impression of hunters who capture animals and act as combat machines.

In general, the number of dual-professional people will definitely not be more than that of adult giant dragons on the mainland.

So the result of this battle was already destined. Van Cliff was vainly cruising around the battle circle. At first, he still had the idea of ​​blocking the assassin's escape route. As a result, the two black-clad guards were torn to pieces by Regan's sacred storm for a moment. The remaining two guards struggled to support themselves in the stormy holy light. Although they wanted to help, he could not find any chance of sneak attack. Every time Regan swung and blocked, there was room for counterattack. A wise thief would never go forward to die at this moment.

Sweat gradually wet Van Cliff's shirt, and the corpses on the field had turned into three. The remaining guard cast a desperate look at him and there was no chance to wait. He would never be the opponent of the assassin after a lot of weighing the pros and cons.

"Fight!" Van Cliff roared, stabbing Regan's back with a short sword in his hand

Regan fell into his body, bent his right arm and elbow to smash the black guard's throat. He put the spear on his back with his left hand, just holding Van Cliff's sword, and then knocked the opponent to the ground with a round kick.

This kick was obviously not light. Van Cliff struggled for a long time but didn't get up. He shouted at other posts. He didn't want to give up, he didn't want to die by himself in the hands of an unknown little pawn, Regen walked slowly to him: "Give up, your main force is fighting with the People's Army, and you will not be able to decide the winner until tomorrow morning."

Van Cliff took a breath and raised his body a little to see Regan's appearance: "Young man, can you tell me your name? I don't want to die in a daze."

"Kristen Regan, I'm not going to take your life. I just want to know what you have in your hands that can control Stormwind City, and its specific location."

"Haha, it turns out to be a dog-legged person in Storm City!" Van Cliff laughed and said, "Don't worry, I will tell you that thing is your master, Storm King Varian Wrien! As for where he is locked up? Look for it slowly, I will happily watch you through the entire Azeroth in hell."

Regan was shocked when he heard this. No one with rich imagination would have guessed that Difia had the courage to kidnap the king. It seems that Stormwind City has indeed Van Cliff's inner support, because the official explanation is that the king went to Kalimdor to talk to the orcs, and Prince Anduin was assisted by Duke Berval to assist Prince Anduin for the temporary regent. It was during this period that Stormwind City withdrew from the western wilderness and gave up the two important towns that protected the lakeside and night.

It is hard to imagine that these stupid pig-like decisions were made by Berval, who was a great man in the Second War. Regan became more and more shocked: it seems that Van Cliff is just a pawn, and what is really scary is that the chess hand behind him is just a pathetic and pretentious craftsman who has become a role in making wedding dresses for others.

Regan threw the spear on the ground and pretended to be disdainful, "Van Cliff, I used to think you were a hero with a clear grudge, but now I am just a villain who uses all kinds of revenge at first sight. For your own private life, I actually want to bury the innocent people of Stormwind City as a companion. It's ridiculous that so many people believed in your so-called justice. Now, who is the one who kills in the name of justice?"

"Idiot!" Van Cliff excitedly coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, "My career is just. The one who ruled this kingdom is a group of greedy vampires. Only by completely destroying them can the people be liberated and justice will be announced. How much price we have paid for this day! Those who sacrificed for their lofty goals will understand me!"

Regan was silent, Van Cliff's crazy eyes, he was not unfamiliar with the past. Didn't he also stare at the blood-colored crusade flag with such a fanatical gaze? Then why should he sneer at others now? Suddenly, the deliberately forgotten memory in his heart seemed to appear vaguely, but he forced these images out of his mind.

Regan whispered: "I am not qualified to comment on your actions, but I beg you to forgive those who are struggling to survive in this world. The anger of revenge should ignite the bodies of the nobles, rather than burning these kind civilians together; if you are sure that your justice has not changed, please use your strength to protect those who are the same as the Marine Brotherhood. Please do not use swords to fulfill your original ideals."

Regan picked up a sword and stuffed it into Van Cliff's hand, and used the Holy Light technique to stop his blood: "Let's go, leave this before the People's Army arrives.

Van Cliff stood up staggeringly and stared at Regan's eyes. Regan did not dodge and looked at him calmly for a long time. Van Cliff asked in a hoarse voice: "Aren't you afraid that I will make a comeback?"

Regan smiled: "No one has the right to deprive you of justice. Revenge is justice, fairness is justice. I hope one day I can see a city that is more beautiful than Stormwind. She opens her door to all the common people regardless of her identity and blood. Without exploitation or corruption, the people govern their own city. When asked about the builders of this paradise, everyone will proudly shout the same name; Edwin Van Cliff."

After saying that, he jumped off the side of the ship and walked towards the exit of the mine without looking back. When Regan's figure was about to disappear from his sight, a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"The goods sank in Okaz"

Regan's steps did not stop, but his clenched fists slowly loosened, and he felt relieved.
Chapter completed!