Leaving aside the ongoing discussions in the Stratholme Council, a black figure with a heavy sword and a longbow stood in the misty night at the mill of Agamand in Tirisfar, his gray hair blown by the cold wind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unlike the undead who roamed around, when the wind blew the ends of his hair, he could always see the sharp ears hidden under his hair, and his slender and powerful body.

This is a High Elf undead, and judging by the walking corpses around him far away from him, this is still a tough guy.

He's been standing here for a long time, and in the farther away, in the dark and bleak night, there's always some cold light coming on in the dark, and no one knows what that means, and no one wants to explore it, and in Tirisfa today, only the uncurious will survive, but all the adventurers and scouts who enter here will take this to heart.

Lotherma Theron lowered his head and looked at his own pale face reflected in the small pool of water at his feet, judging by the constant red light in his eyes, he seemed to be in some kind of restless memory, distraction, something almost impossible for a ranger of his rank, but it really appeared.

"You're the only one?"

A grim and weak voice appeared not far behind Lotherma, and with the sound of a small bat flapping its wings across the air, Banazal's huge body appeared on the edge of the abandoned farm, moving its claws with some restlessness, one of which was almost completely shaved off the middle, and judging by the horrible wound on its chest that was still throbbing, the creature's escape was not pleasant.

Admiral Barry Weswin was naturally dead, and Barnazar was ready to stage another drama to bewitch the leader and corrupt an army, but this time it was a mess, and when Bridget Abydis disappeared, it vaguely realized that something was wrong, but at that time the Dreadlord felt that things could go on, anyway, the old Mograine was seriously injured and dying, and with a little skill, it could control the entire Scarlet Crusade from the source.

Unfortunately, regardless of the fall of Naxxramas or the death of Kel'thugad, it all happened so quickly that Banazar was blocked in the office of Tyr by the angry old Mograine before he could even react.

Frankly, at that moment, Banazar felt that he was dead.

But it finally escaped, the old knight's body had not recovered to its full strength after all, and Banazal, a desperate fellow, had made a lot of preparations when he arrived at the hands of Tyr, and at the cost of serious injuries, he finally escaped in embarrassment in the overwhelming Holy Flame Rush.

Then the Dreadlord really saw the power of the inconspicuous paladin's third-party group under the iceberg, and the Silver Dawn dispatched 7 watchers and countless assassins to sprinkle the entire East and West Daron Mill, and in 3 days, Banazal suffered almost no less than 20 assassinations, which gave it no time to recover at all, and finally had to run into Tirisfa, and hide in the chaotic sea of undead, which was considered to have picked up a life.

This is the most embarrassing time of the demon's journey in Azeroth, and it has vowed countless times to lead the Iron Hoof of the Undead to the damned place in the coming year, but the truth is always cruel, and now the situation in the entire northern frontier is turned upside down, and even going back to Northrend with its badly injured body alone is a luxury.

So despite not being familiar with Lotherma-Theron, after finding out what was going on, Banazal came all the way to find it, and it urgently needed a powerful guardian to escort it back to Northrend.

"Dasohan and Kurtaz were killed, Hilgai was beheaded by Tirio Fordin, Falina and Nos were captured, Anubrecan was killed on the spot, Kel'thugad... It's dead, too, you're right, I'm the only one left. ”

Lotherma's voice was hoarse, but probably because he was a High Elf, his voice was a relatively good kind in the undead scourge, with a special magnetism.

But he didn't make a move, just quietly looked at the waterhole under his feet, as if he was distinguishing the difference between his current self and his previous self, Banazar didn't notice this, the Dreaddemon King shook his hand anxiously, and shouted towards Lotherma,

"Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you command the undead in the Tirisfa region to stop those crazy paladins? Do you know that in just half a month, the battlefield of Sidaron Mill is already about to be overturned! If we had your command, we would never have fallen into such a miserable situation, don't tell me you can't control them, a guy like you, it's more than enough to take over the command of Kel'thugad... Unless... Unless..."

The Dreadlord scolded a few words, and a brain-opening thought suddenly jumped into its mind full of cunning schemes, the thought was so terrifying that even Banazal couldn't help but swallow, and the now miserable Nasrezm Demon realized that it seemed to have done something wrong, and it took a few cautious steps back.

It was only at this time that Lotherma, who had not reacted to Banazal's scolding, turned around, he moved his arms, and he didn't see any movement from him, and the Black Rose War Bow behind his back fell into the palm of his hand,

"Unless what?"

Theron's indifferent inquiry made Banazar feel more and more that something was wrong, it didn't answer, but stared at the body of the dark ranger in front of him, ready to turn into a bat and flee at any time, things have reached this point, everything is clear, there must be some unclear changes in Theron's body, this change makes it a little frightened.

The next moment, under the gaze of Banazal, Lotherma Theron, the powerful dark ranger who had been killed by Arthas himself, whose soul fragments had been sucked into the frost sorrow, took out a purple broken crystal from his bosom with his left hand and gently crushed it.

A slight fluctuation of purple light floated around Lotherma's body, eventually returning to the already cold body.

And the blood-red light in the eyes of the dark ranger gradually faded at this moment, like a slowly extinguished bonfire, representing the advent of eternal darkness, but at the moment when the flame of the king spirit was completely extinguished, a green light reappeared in this eye socket, which seemed to represent the beginning of a new time.

Lotherma-Theron is still the body of the undead, but after mending the last broken piece of soul, he... Free!

In the next second of seeing this scene, Banazal's body exploded violently, and countless blood-colored little bats screamed and flew out in all directions, but it was also at this moment that the plague tarantula, the mother of the swarm, Myknas, who had been hiding under the farm of Amangard's Mill, broke through the ground, and eight powerful legs pushed its huge body, and under the will of its owner, it pounced into the sky.

When the white, huge, and highly poisonous cobwebs restrained most of the blood-colored bats to the ground again, Lotherma also opened the Black Rose War Bow in her hand, and without looking at the dark night, she casually shot seven arrows, accurately headshots the seven escaped bats.

The bats that struggled in the white viscobwebs finally reunited into Banazal's body, and the Dreadlord looked at Lotherma Theron who was walking towards him step by step with a vicious and fearful gaze, like a dirt dog that had been cornered, and barked wildly,

"You can't kill me! The being behind me can easily crush you with a finger!"

"You bastard! you have betrayed us, Arthas will kill you with his own hands!

Theron's gaze didn't waver in the slightest, he turned the Black Rose Bow back behind his back, and pulled out the black Sindore Greatsword, on which the energy of death was wildly entwined, forming an even colder dark blade, and he looked indifferently at the shouting Dreadlord, the cold eyes that made it shiver all over.

"Then let him come!"

The cold light flashed, and this was perhaps the last voice Banazar heard in this world, cold to the marrow.

At the same time, the square of Nanhai Town was crowded with people, and on this day, the civilians who heard the wind in the entire Hillsbrad Hills rushed to Nanhai Town with their families, and even people from far away in the Arathi Heights rushed over on horseback, just for one thing.

Today, here the reconstituted Scarlet Crusaders are to publicly judge the evil minions of the scourge of the dead, the dregs of the villains who have taken human bodies to serve the dead.

Dressed in a blood-red priest's robe, holding a paladin's admonition in one hand and a scepter for condemnation in the other, the Scarlet Crusader knights were in pairs with a dozen men in black robes, the most notable of which was a beautiful woman with forbidden chains on all four limbs, and a man with facial paralysis who needed the support of a paladin to stand up.

The town of Nanhai was now crowded with civilians who had come to watch the execution, and in the solemn scene, the whole square was silent, but this silence was like ripples on the surface of a deep pool, and in the depths, an unimaginable storm was brewing, like a pent-up fire, and when it broke free, it would inevitably burn everything that was dark in front of it.

"Black witch Farina, in the invasion of the undead, slaughtered nearly 300 civilians with extremely cruel means, and at the same time committed 17 crimes such as desecrating corpses, spreading plague, and spreading forbidden knowledge, and the crime is unforgivable! Burn at the stake!"

"Noth, the plague messenger, infects at least 1,200 civilians with an evil plague during the invasion of the undead, and at the same time is guilty of 23 counts of spreading taboos, desecrating holy icons, etc., and is sentenced to an unforgivable crime! Burn at the stake!"

"Gavin, the chief of the acolytes, in the invasion of the undead, with the utmost cruel means... Sentenced to be burned at the stake!"

"The acolyte, Eafir... Sentenced to be burned at the stake!"

"Piper, the mercenary captain of the Cursed Sect... Sentenced to be burned at the stake!"

...

In Ethanlion's stern and cold voice, the scepter in his hand slipped again and again, and each sound of "sentenced to be burned at the stake" caused a burst of cheers from the civilians, and in the final moments, when the struggling, shouting, mad, or calm Cursed cultists were chained to the stake, the atmosphere reached its climax.

The paladin dragging the black witch Farina did not notice for a while, and was bitten on the arm by this beautiful woman like a madman, she was like a desperate she-wolf, biting her mouth and not letting go, this act of resistance immediately angered the civilians below, and countless people shouted,

"Kill her! Kill that madman!"

"Purify her!"

The voices of hatred formed a substantial wave, and if it were not for the guards, the enraged civilians would have rushed to the judgment seat and strangled with their own hands the bastards who had committed unforgivable sins against their fellow citizens.

Another paladin raised his fist and slammed the steel armor three times on the top of Farina's head, whose magic power was imprisoned, before his brother was saved, and a piece of flesh was bitten off the paladin's arm, and Farina, who was already covered in blood, had the craziest smile on her face.

"Come, you inferior creatures, I will get the eternal life I want in the flames! You will all die, I curse you, curse you with my life!"

She's mad, and under judgment and fear, this mage... Lose your marbles.

When more than a dozen stakes were lit at the same time, the sound of chanting the Holy Light prayer resounded in the square of Nanhai Town, and countless civilians who had lost their families to the disaster fell to their knees and wept bitterly.

The blazing flame was like a symbol of something, and when the sun's rays shone on this cold judgment ground, the cold seemed to be dispelled, and perhaps the next moment, the warmth would return to the place.

No matter what, no matter what happens in the future, at this moment, the battle in Northern Xinjiang has come to an end, and a new time is coming.