Dawn, five hundred yards outside the bloody blockade
Nathanos was pacing restlessly. Behind him was the elite artillery unit of the Undercity, which was also nervously and orderly making preparations for erection at this moment.
As the intermediary who first proposed the plan to persuade Regan to surrender, the Queen of Darkness specifically handed over the command of the frontline troops to him. Although this was just a balancing method that the Queen always used to reconcile the two factions of ministers, he still happily accepted the task.
, after all, any help now is precious to Regan - Nathanos. The Blighter will never break his trust, whether it is to the living or the dead.
"Lord Wither, the ultra-long-range bombardier has been basically set up. Do you want to reply to Lord Putres now and ask them to start transporting ammunition?" the artillery commander walked to Nathanos and asked in a low voice.
"Oh... are you ready?" Undead Ranger seemed to have just realized what he was doing. He raised his head and looked at Dongfang, which had begun to turn white, and frowned and thought for a while.
"Wait a minute, I don't want to use such precious gas bombs on the heads of those red ants. Maybe Baron Regan has successfully persuaded them at this moment. In my opinion, it is best to let the king of the alliance provide for these fanatical prisoners.
Go ahead and have a headache..." Nathanos said without any emotion.
"I completely agree with your opinion, Lord Witherer," the artillery commander lowered his head in sincerity, "I also think that using poison gas bombs against the Crusaders is completely overkill. These excellent murder weapons should be used in the battle against the Lich King!
"
"That's natural...Okay, step back and give those humans another ten minutes. If they are really stubborn, we may have to kill the chicken with a knife..." Nathanos waved his hand absently, but he was thinking in his mind.
How can I delay it for a little longer?
"Why are you so troubled, Lord Nathanos..." The artillery commander was about to take the order and retreat, but a shady voice came from behind.
"After all, the gas bomb is just a weapon. It can be rebuilt after it is gone, but our soldiers cannot afford any losses." An undead wearing an alchemy robe walked out of the darkness. It was not the chief pharmacist Putres.
He smiled sullenly at Nathanos, and continued regardless of his disgusted look, "In order not to trouble your soldiers, I have brought a hundred cans of concentrated poison gas bombs. If you don't mind, I hope you can
Stay and enjoy this magnificent fireworks show with you..."
Putres snapped his fingers behind him, and two huge abominations, each carrying dozens of stinking sealed barrels, walked over with rumbling footsteps.
"Boom!"
The two giant monsters unloaded the neatly arranged deadly weapons and carefully put them down. Even so, the heavy weight shook the ground.
"There are really only a hundred cans in here?" Nathanos frowned and looked at the translucent sealed barrel with swaying green juice, and glanced at Putres suspiciously, "I have seen your experimental products on display before.
The gas bombs you sent are not so heavy, so why are the ones you sent now so different?"
"Oh...Your Excellency, the wise Wither, you are indeed very discerning! This is indeed a new type of poisonous gas that I specially designed for those red ants. It is equivalent to being concentrated ten times as much as before. It is enough to destroy anything within a hundred miles of the Scarlet Monastery.
Destroy them all, whether they are living or undead!" Putres grinned, his eyes flashing with cruel pleasure.
"It is indeed a genius idea," Nathanos said coldly, but it didn't look like a compliment in any way, "but I have to remind you that the nearest town here is Brill, which is exactly a hundred miles away from the Scarlet Monastery.
, If according to what you said, poison gas bombs are really effective in destroying the dead, then Her Majesty the Queen really wants to 'thank you' for your contribution!"
"Uh..." Putres, who was dancing happily as he spoke, suddenly choked up. He only focused on researching murder weapons and knew nothing about the terrain of Tirisfal. Before coming, Varimathras was drafting and sending it to
Orgrimmar's scribes have no time to correct this extremely stupid mistake.
"It seems that the genius of the Great Apothecary forgot to study the map before he came..." Nathanos sneered, and the guards around him also couldn't help laughing. "Now you have two ways to make up for your mistakes. One is
Either go back to the Undercity to replace the ammunition with less powerful ammunition; or wait ten minutes before my people go back to get it in person... tell me, which one is more to your liking?"
"You!" The pharmacist was flushed on the ground after being squeezed by Nathanos, staring at him hatefully.
"Yes, Mr. Apothecary, please quickly choose one. We are still waiting to rush back to the Undercity!" Sarcasm has always been the strong point of the Forgotten, and the warriors under Nathanos are naturally not to be outdone.
"No!" Putres gritted his teeth and looked at the soldiers who were laughing at him, almost squeezing out words between his teeth: "I won't choose either... As the president of the Royal Academy of Apothecaries, I order you to start dealing with them now.
The Scarlet Monastery will attack, but anyone who blocks it will be shot to death!"
"How dare you!" Nathanos stared at the pharmacist with a stern look and said with warning, "Putres, you have now committed the crime of intending to murder civilians in this country. If you continue to insist on your opinion, I guarantee that
Take the head off your neck immediately!"
"Come on, Nathanos! Including you and me, which undead is not a twisted thing created by the Lich King! We should have stayed in the tombs to rot, instead of coming to the ground and continuing to live quietly!" Pu
Tres shouted loudly, looking at the wither without showing any signs of weakness.
"Don't forget your original identity... We were all once noble warriors of Lordaeron," the pharmacist said in a low voice as he approached Nathanos in front of everyone's astonished eyes, "Now you have become this miserable creature. If
If you still remember the grace of His Majesty Terenas, you should not sacrifice your life for that woman Sylvanas, let alone pity her group of fanatics who are no less than the Crusaders!"
"What do you want to express? Do you want to bring permanent relief to the civilians of Briar? Unfortunately, I think you don't have the courage now, unless you no longer want to hide it and are ready to officially fall out with Her Majesty the Queen.
..." Nathanos asked in a low voice with interest as if he had just met the pharmacist in front of him.
"No, I just want to tell you that this unfair world will definitely pay the price - whether it is the living or the undead!" The great apothecary's voice was almost too low to be heard, "Listen, Varimathras the Blighter and I
Everything has been prepared. Regardless of whether the Queen of Darkness interferes or not, this plan will not change and cannot be changed... So, stay out of the way. History should continue along the process. The Crusaders and the Undercity are both in my possession.
thing!"
Nathanos sneered and looked at the madman-like apothecary: "That's why you want to gain greater power by annihilating the Crusaders... But after you are ready to destroy Briar, how will you face the Queen's wrath?"
Are you ready?"
"It's very simple." The words had already been spoken, and Putres no longer had to hide anything. "You take your people to evacuate those burdens, and I am here to take over your responsibilities and deal with the Crusaders."
Deliver the final blow!"
"Your Excellency is really well-calculated..."
An unknown smile appeared on the corner of Nathanos's mouth, and he hooked his fingers towards Putres, gesturing for him to come closer, "But haven't you heard that Nathanos is the most loyal hound of the Queen of Darkness?
You actually let a loyal dog turn back on its owner. The structure of the brains of you scientists is really strange... I only have two words for you, that is - get out!"
"Bang!"
The Blighter punched hard, knocking out half of Putres' big teeth. His face, which was already almost rotten, became even worse because of the punch. The pharmacist wailed and staggered back, hiding behind his subordinates.
behind
"Nathanos, you bastard! I will make you pay the price!" Putres covered his mashed cheeks and screamed at his subordinates, "Get them all, kill him! I want to use him
body to sew a new abomination!"
"boom!"
The two Stitch Monsters felt the anger of their master, and they took a step forward together, roaring intimidatingly. But the Withermen's subordinates were obviously not vegetarians either. Dozens of musketeers in black uniforms raised their weapons one after another.
Squint your eyes and aim at these giant monsters who don’t know whether to live or die.
"Do you want to start a fight here, Putres? We agreed in advance that the time wasted is not my fault. You have to go and apologize to Her Majesty the Queen yourself." Nathanos looked at the potion leisurely.
Teacher, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere around him.
"Bastard..." Putres said through gritted teeth, but he was completely helpless about the current situation. The opponent's manpower far exceeded the few transport troops he brought, and that did not include the Withermen who were watching the excitement with their hands folded.
myself
While the two sides were in a stalemate, bursts of roars came from the direction of the Scarlet Monastery, like the sound of tens of thousands of people marching in unison. The artillerymen put down their muskets and looked around in confusion, while Nathanos's eyes flashed.
A trace of unnoticed joy
"Lord Wither!" A skeleton horse galloped from a distance, and the Forgotten sentinel on the horse shouted at the top of his voice from a long distance away, "The Crusaders have all left the monastery and are marching towards us.
, estimated to arrive in half a quarter of an hour!”
"What!" Putres opened his eyes in disbelief, "Are these stubborn guys really persuaded by that paladin?"
"It seems so, Mr. Grand Apothecary," Nathanos shrugged his shoulders and asked loudly towards the sentry who sent the message, "Have you confirmed the intentions of those people! And is Baron Regan among them?
!I need a complete report from your Sentinels!"
"There is no doubt, sir! They all went to the Undercity to surrender, and Baron Regan was also among them. He should be the leader of this army now!" The Undead Sentinel reined in his horse, jumped down and replied respectfully,
The withered face could not conceal the look of joy.
"Long live!"
All the Forgotten people cheered after hearing this, which meant that the several-year war between them and the Scarlet Crusade was over, and it ended with their victory!
Since breaking away from the control of the Lich King, these self-aware undead have been fighting for survival all the time. They defeated the remaining Burning Legion led by the Dreadlord and wiped out the remaining living forces in Lordaeron; they resisted natural disasters in the east and resisted humans in the south.
, relying on their broken bodies to take root on the continent of Azeroth!
But now that they have eliminated the last enemy on their land, and can finally live peacefully in the hometown where they died, how can they not be overjoyed! Nathanos smiled and looked at his subordinates high-fiving each other, these have since
The undead warrior who had never shown any joy, anger, sorrow or joy finally showed his smile at this moment!
The Withered One turned back with emotion. A rising sun was slowly rising from the horizon, reflecting the thousands of blood-red figures approaching from afar.