"It's not too late to wait a hundred years for revenge." - So goes the proverb of the Dark Iron dwarves.
Tyran was actually very lucky. He did not wait in heaven for too long. His former mentor, who was also his murderer, consecrated him to the ice-covered Northrend continent only three years later to repay him with this great fate.
The person he hated was none other than the guard captain who escaped with his life at that time, Christine Regan.
Isenlien could never have imagined that the miscellaneous fish that scurried away with its head and jumped off the cliff to survive would actually survive and appear in front of him in this posture - Regan just waved three swords.
, which turned the staff in Isenlien's hand into a pile of useless wood.
Feeling the coldness in his throat, the Grand Inspector roared unwillingly: "Why! You evil ghost who should have gone to hell! Why do you appear here! Why don't you go to hell with Tailan!"
"You are the one who deserves to go to hell, bastard!" The sharp sword in Regen's hand moved forward an inch, leaving a blood mark on Isorien's neck. "Do you think your sins can be eliminated over time? You're dreaming!
What is supposed to come will always come, and in front of the holy light of justice, you can never escape the punishment!"
"The justice of the Holy Light? Just you?" Isenlien laughed sharply and said, "You rotten guy! I am the spokesperson of the Holy Light! You and Tailan just had their brains damaged by the plague.
Idiots! As the Grand Prosecutor of the Crusaders, I naturally have the right to execute those of you who are weak-minded..."
"Shut up!"
Regen turned his sword upside down and struck Isenlien's hateful face hard, smashing his nose to pieces with flesh and bones. The latter howled miserably, covered his bleeding nose and fell down.
On the ground
"Even if King Terenas is resurrected, he has no right to deal with a noble warrior of the Holy Light!" Regan stepped on the Grand Inquisitor's neck and shouted sternly, "And you are just a contact of the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Official, you dare to kill the believers protected by the Holy Light just because of your personal unfounded speculations and rumors! Isn’t this worthy of death?”
"You are the one to be killed, little beast!" Isenlien struggled and roared with a ferocious look on his face.
"It's really hopeless..." Regen sneered and shook his head, raising the Great Royal Sword and pointing it at Isenlien's throat.
"etc!"
Just when Regan was about to stab him, Abidis, who was being restrained by Maiev, suddenly said, "From what you said, I guess you were originally a Crusader, so why do you want to deal with what you once did?"
A comrade killed him?"
"Are you asking questions knowingly, Your Majesty the General?" Regan turned his head and asked sarcastically, "Don't tell me that you know nothing about what happened in Old Hearthglen three years ago!"
"Of course I know!" Abedis replied, "But Tyran's behavior clearly violated the military regulations of the Crusaders. In any case, as the leader of the army, he cannot and has no right to intervene in the interrogation and interrogation of ordinary soldiers by clergy.
No one is exempt from this!"
"So this can be the reason for these magicians to kill their comrades?" The anger in Regan's eyes suddenly rose. He walked up to the Crusade leader, grabbed him and lifted him up - despite Abidis's figure
She is much taller than other women, but she still looks a little delicate in front of Regan.
"Tailan just had doubts about his actions, and he didn't show any instability or betrayal! But that bastard! He just used the shadow flames to burn Tailan alive into ashes!" Regan
His eyes flashed with unprecedented fury, which even frightened the resolute Abbendis.
"Today, he must pay the price...for everything he has done! And you, a bloody general who does nothing, have no right to say anything about my revenge!"
Regan let go of her hand harshly, and Abidis staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground. Just when she was about to say something more, she saw a bright sword light across her eyes, and bright red blood flowed like a fountain.
Splashed out and fell onto the red carpet and the crusade flag
"Group, burp, burp..." Isenlien's pupils dilated greatly, and he let out a meaningless moan from his severed throat. He stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to grab something, but they shook a few times in mid-air.
After that, he finally fell down helplessly
"Shua~"
Lei Gen swung his sword and took a deep breath. The resentment and self-blame that had been suppressed for more than three years seemed to be lifted from his heart at this moment, disappearing with the lightning-like sword blow just now.
From Old Hearthglen to Elwynn Forest, from the North County Lumber Camp to the Western Wilds, whether it was the difficult Dustwallow Swamp or the Plague Land surrounded by undead, everything he experienced in the past three years was just for
Fulfill the responsibility in your heart, the responsibility to the friend who died in your place, Tyran Fordring
The short yet long journey of revenge finally came to an end on this day. At this moment, Reagan's heart suddenly became empty, as if everything in the world had become an illusion, floating around him, making him unable to help but
A strange sense of disillusionment arose
"Is everything okay, dear?" Sophie immediately saw something was wrong with the knight, took Regen's arm and asked with concern.
"It's okay... I'm just a little dizzy," Reigen shook his head and forced a smile towards the elf, "A great revenge has to be avenged, I'm too excited..."
Hearing what he said, Sophie breathed a sigh of relief. But before Regen could take even half a step, the world was spinning in front of his eyes. He stumbled and fell to the ground amidst everyone's exclamations... He was unconscious before
The last thing I saw was Isenlien's somewhat twisted and strange face.
——————————————————————At the same time as this scene was taking place in New Hearthglen, a very unusual smell also filled the air in front of the Gate of Scourge in the northern part of the wilderness:
Hundreds of armed griffins were hovering in mid-air, and the black mass almost covered the entire sky; heavy armored cavalry were lined up on the ground, with countless pairs of eyes eager to fight exposed under the steel masks. The Ninth Ace Infantry Regiment, Stormwind City Heavy Equipment
Cavalry Brigade, Ironforge Airborne Division... Around the Lionheart Flag in the center, there are elite regiment numbers that are astonishing when listed individually.
Yes, it is the vanguard of the Dauntless Expeditionary Force led by Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon who is gathering in front of Angatha, the Gate of Scourge.
Half a month ago, the Duke had begun planning to launch a general attack on the undead entrenched here to open the final road to Icecrown Glacier. However, the fear of the fortress Naxxramas appearing behind him forced him to give up.
came up with this idea and allocated part of his energy to deal with Kel'Thuzad's sneak attack.
Fortunately, in the recent period, the Seventh Legion led by Havers captured the Late Winter Fortress occupied by the Scourge, and used it as a base to block the Floating City's attack on the Fordagon Fortress and make Bolvar's side as stable as a rock.
, no need to worry about any unexpected occurrences
Without any worries, the Grand Duke of Stormwind City immediately launched a general attack on the Wrath Gate. In front of the tall steel gate of Angasa, the Alliance troops were densely arrayed, and the undead defenders were in close proximity with the straight line distance of less than one kilometer.
The horses under the confronting cavalry kept neighing and snorting, as if the heavy death aura emanating from the enemy made them feel extremely uneasy.
"Your Majesty the Duke, the entire army is ready to attack. Just waiting for your order to crush Angasa into powder!"
On the watchtower of Fordagon Fortress, an adjutant said to Bolvar, who was holding a monocular.
"Don't be careless..." The Duke put down the telescope and glanced at the officers around him who were eager to fight. "Don't think that there are only these enemies guarding the Gate of Scourge. I am very sure that the Lich King will never sit back and watch us open the way to Ice Crown.
The gateway to the glacier will definitely be blocked by him!"
"Isn't that just right, Your Majesty the Duke!" an officer shouted, "This will be a perfect opportunity for us to wash away the shame of Lordaeron and avenge King Terenas and those heroic spirits who died in vain!"
"Yes, avenge the heroic spirits!" The other generals also agreed.
"Quiet down!" Bolvar frowned, "It's good to be determined to defeat the enemy, but I hope you will also maintain a clear mind as a professional soldier! After all, the enemies you and I face are by no means comparable to the bastards before.
Rather, it is the source of suffering that rules millions of undead in Northrend!”
Glancing at the crowd that gradually calmed down, Bolvar flicked his cloak behind him: "Without further ado, all of you here are the backbone of the alliance in the future. In addition to facing the extremely vicious enemies now, you must also consider the future.
Deal with unknown threats every day. Therefore, before every battle, determination to win and a calm mind are equally important. Only with these two things in place, can you grasp the favor of the goddess of victory..."
As he spoke, the Grand Duke slowly walked down the watchtower: "Come, now is the time for you to show your bravery and glory! For the victory of the alliance, work hard, everyone!"
"For the Alliance!"
In the neat and exciting response, Bolvar led a group of generals to the front line of the Gate of Scourge. Seeing the arrival of the supreme commander, the soldiers who were waiting for the formation were even more morale.
"That's Duke Bolvar! Thank the Holy Light!"
"For Lordaeron!"
"For the Holy Light!"
"Haha, those poor brainless people are going to be in bad luck!"
In the eyes of many people who were in reverence or awe, Bolvar dismounted from his horse and stood at the forefront of the military formation with his sword and shield in hand.
In front of him was a defensive legion composed of thousands of Vrykul undead and ghoul abominations. They looked quite regular but were well-defended. The unique unconsciousness of the undead was brought into full play in the face of the powerful alliance army's formation - they simply couldn't
It doesn't matter how many enemies there are, only killing and devouring are the only remaining wills of these rotten people.
“Everyone has it!”
Bolvar raised his right hand, and the waiting Alliance army opened its fangs like a waking giant beast: the infantrymen unsheathed their swords one after another, and the archers pulled the bow strings with a creaking sound, almost breaking,
The spell caster behind the formation also recited obscure spells, and huge elemental energy filled the air.