Crazy......

Yes.

Bolval admits that he made one of the few crazy decisions in his military career. He smiled bitterly to himself, and then reached into his arms and touched the heavy loot he was carrying. The square corners of the box, accompanied by a cold touch, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart. Bolval wiped the sweat and blood from his face with his sword-gripping backhand, and as he adjusted his breathing, he once again took a small look at his surroundings.

The faint lighting on the walls blurred the surrounding scene. But in Bowall's eyes, the most important thing is not the clarity of the vision, but the truthfulness.

Yes, true.

This is also the most important reason why Bergal had to take it step by step at this time.

In all fairness, the Forsaken's terms weren't harsh on him this time - they were just helping them breach the perimeter defenses of the Psychic Academy. As Alex said, after the nail is removed, the strategic significance of the Icewind Outpost will immediately change in a lot of ways. But that's the only thing that is, even if he doesn't interfere. The Forsaken will not charge for him and let the Alliance reap the benefits. The loss of Kel'thugad's skull is his most pressing issue at the moment.

Although Berval believed that his king would never hold him accountable for the loss, his political enemies would not let him go so easily. Especially after the disappearance of Father Inigo, the slightest carelessness will not only be criticized by him, but even his beloved archbishop. Alex undoubtedly provided him with a good solution at this point - the Lich Lace entrenched here. Frostwhisper's bone box is clearly a substitute for a past with enough weight to explain.

Therefore, after breaking through the outer city defenses, Berval immediately led the route provided by Alex to find the Great Lich smoothly. And at the cost of several deputies, he finally took the Lich Les. Frostwhisper slashes and retrieves his bone box.

Although the damage was not small, it was not much different from the approximate casualty loss that Bolval had made when he agreed to cooperate with the Forsaken, so Bolval was not too surprised. But the situation after winning the game was somewhat unexpected to him.

As soon as the skeleton was in hand, they immediately prepared to withdraw their troops. However, he was surprised to find that the road he came from was blocked by the stones that had fallen from the battle. Walking inside this labyrinthine castle, even with the map given by Alex beforehand, Bervar soon found that the location of his group did not match the map at all. And the bad thing doesn't stop there, his remaining subordinates have disappeared one after another inexplicably. At this point, Bowall already felt that something was wrong. It's just that no matter how much I remind you to be careful, everyone seems to be separated in the end.

Bolval, on the other hand, finally understood what was going on after the last lieutenant disappeared. Because the other party already has an illusionist who is unexpectedly powerful.

Why would he know?

Because, after walking the corner where the last person turned. The scenery in front of him gradually brightened.

It's Stormwind!

Rao Bowal thought of a thousand possibilities, but he didn't expect that the scene that appeared in front of him in the end would be like this.

He furrowed his brow and continued to walk cautiously forward. However. As he advanced, the blood stains on the armor gradually receded, and the weight of the armor on his body gradually became lighter. Finally, when he habitually touched his bosom, it was empty.

"I ...... Are you looking for something? Bolval stopped. His gaze was slightly confused. At this time, he was wearing a light regular clothes. All he had in his hand was a lightweight, decorative saber. "Ah, I must be dizzy. Didn't I give Anduin a gift to him a long time ago? ”

But there was a very slight voice in his heart telling him - no! Something must be wrong!

Just as he wanted to feel the voice, someone next to him greeted him.

"Lord Duke, what are you doing? Her Royal Highness is about to start her speech! ”

"Speech?" Bolvar was stunned, but immediately understood what the man was talking about.

King Varian has led his troops to Fort Riptide. But at this time, the people of the stonemasons' union suddenly made a fuss, saying that some nobles had deducted their salaries, and the wages they received were completely different from what had been agreed before. In order to appease this group of heroes who have contributed to the rebuilding of Stormwind City. Also in order to find out the truth of the matter, Queen Tiffin decided to give a public speech in the Holy Light Square. After that, a banquet was prepared for the main figures in the incident to mediate.

All this Tiffin had discussed with him beforehand. And now he was going to make the final preparations, because Tiffin was about to be there.

But...... What's wrong?

Unbeknownst to him, Bolval's real body was standing still at the moment, like a clay sculpture of wood.

A figure crept up beside him, chuckling.

"Hmph...... Rao is the Grand Duke of Azeroth, so what? Didn't you fall into my illusion trap? ”

The speaker held a staff with a staff inlaid with precious arcane crystals. In the darkness, the Arcane Crystal emitted a soft yellowish glow that reflected the man's face. It's like Illusia. However, unlike Illusia, she has short and sleek hair, and the two black lines on her face symbolizing allegiance to the Cult of the Damned are not consistent with Illusia's patterns. If you look closely, you can also find a crazy light constantly flickering in her dark eyes.

As she circled around Bolvar as if she were looking at a corpse to be slaughtered, she kept tapping the Arcane Crystal on the palm of her other hand with the arcane crystal at the head of her staff, and said to herself, "What should I do with you?" Like those people before, I am afraid that it is too cheap to understand you with a knife. And His Majesty seems to be eager to get your allegiance...... But if you come to your senses, I don't have the confidence to be able to beat a warrior who can be praised by His Majesty......"

The woman looked very undecided and distressed. His expression gradually became crazy with impatience. Finally, she grabbed her head with both hands and shook it violently from side to side.

"Ahh Yes! What am I bothering about? Let Your Majesty decide! All I need to do is send the body to His Majesty soon?! ”

She lowered her hands and smiled happily as if she had suddenly realized. As she spoke, she pulled out a sharp dagger from her waist. There were still a few drops of blood on the dagger that hadn't coagulated. She tilted her head, as if looking for a suitable place to go under the knife.

"Mom! Wait a minute!! ”

Just as she was about to make a move, a voice behind her made her hand smack. Interrupted from work, she turned around a little unpleasantly.

"It's you, Wilton! Don't disturb your mother's work, I've repeated this to you many times! Why don't you always get it!! ”

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Turning his head, Wilton was a little speechless for a moment.

This is his mother in front of him. The former mistress of the Barov family - Jandis. Barov looked younger than he remembered, but in his early thirties and forties. Standing in front of her, Wilton, who was a little unkempt, seemed to be even older than her.

I don't know why there is such an obvious difference, Jandis didn't seem to care at all, and calmly accepted the middle-aged man's "Mom" in front of him, and coaxed kindly. "Hmm. If only you understood, good boy of Wilton. How about playing and letting Ava make you a delicious apple pie when mom is done? ”

Wilton whispered, "Ah...... Aunt Ava...... She...... Can you still make apple pie for me now? ”

"Oh?" As if remembering something, Jandis smiled and waved his hand. "That's right. I'm afraid Ava won't be able to make you your favorite apple pie right now. But it doesn't matter. My good boy at Wilton doesn't care about these little things, does he? Serving His Majesty is much more important than apple pie, don't you? ”

Wilton's fists clenched silently.

Unable to notice the slight change in his son, Jandis continued: "Ah...... No, Wilton, why wasn't you by your mother's side before, bad boy? Ahh But that's okay, I'll be able to get you to Your Majesty soon. Your father and sister have already gone to serve Your Majesty first. Well, Alex isn't there either. But it doesn't matter. He must be back soon. When the time comes, I will also give him this honor. Happy? Good boy! ”

"Hmm...... So. Sister, become like that...... Mom, you made it yourself? And my father? ”

Giandis replied disapprovingly, "Ah, of course! How can I leave such an important ceremony to someone else to deal with. Without waiting for Wilton to reply, Jandis pulled his hair impatiently again, and said angrily, "Ahhh I said that it was very important for my mother to work!! Don't bother me while I'm working!! How much time you've wasted on me! There's still important work to be done here! Your Majesty will be very upset! ”

With that, she turned to Bolval again, ready to continue the unfinished business.

Wilton was motionless Bolval, his gaze fell on the armor style on his body, and his gaze was slightly condensed.

He asked tentatively, "The Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Azeroth?" Bolvar? ”

"Well, that's right! He is an important figure that His Majesty admires, and His Majesty will be very pleased. So, good boy, I can only wronged you and wait, after I deal with him, okay? Jandis replied to him without looking back. She was already impatient with her son's repeated interruptions to her important work.

Behind her, Wilton's gaze flickered, and he finally regained his composure, and he said faintly, "Yes, Mommy. Excuse me, though, for your last sentence? ”

"What?"

"The title deed of Nanhai Town...... Is it with you? I didn't find it in my father's treasure room. ”

"Nanhai Town? Yes...... In my place. That's right, it's on me. What's wrong? Good boy, why do you care about this? ”

Wilton smiled with relief.

"Because ......"

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly the situation changed.

Berval moved.

"It can't be!" Jandis screamed.

"Nothing is impossible, ma'am." Boval stepped forward, his wrist flipped, and the golden holy light spat out on the blade of the sword, and the blade in his hand rushed forward. "Crusader Holy Strike!"

It was the most painful day of his life.

When Tiffin dies again in front of his eyes, Bolval almost wants to kill himself.

However, the illusions that Jandis weaves are not just about breaking the will to recreate the most painful moments of the human will. She more skillfully obeyed the desperate desires of the human heart and made him come true.

In that illusion, Tiffin didn't die in the end.

"Now, everybody thinks I'm dead, Berval. You can take me away. How about we get out of here and go to another place where no one knows us and start a new life? ”

Fen stood in front of him vividly, saying with a wistful face on his face. Bolval did not have the happiness he imagined in his heart, only a full sense of disobedience.

"Tiffin, what are you talking about? Do you know what you're talking about? ”

No...... Wrong! Tiffin, don't say that......

"Of course I do, Bolval. Because the one I love is you! ”

"Your Majesty...... Anduin ......" Berval said jerkily. He didn't know what he was feeling at the moment. Is it happiness, guilt, or entanglement?

"Why mention them? Isn't it okay just the two of us? Tiffin's hand gently caressed his cheek, her emerald eyes reflecting his bewildered face, pink cherry lips spitting seductive words.

"Kiss me, hug me, and let me be yours......"

No, it's not. His Tiffin wouldn't say such a thing. Something must be wrong!

"Bolvar! Wake up, Bolvar! ”

A familiar voice came from afar. But the voice seemed so unfamiliar that Bowval couldn't remember whose voice it was.

Who is it?

"I don't know what kind of illusion you're in right now, but you're still fighting! Boval! You can't fall here! Stormwind! Varian needs you! Anduin needs you! The people need you! ”

The god sent Bowal subconsciously asked the voice.

"What about you? Do you need me? ”

“……”

The voice fell silent, and the lack of a response from the voice made Bowval's heart empty.

Tiffin's face gradually leaned in front of him, and the warm snort carried the faint fragrance of lilies so real.

Is this the happiness he prays for? He was in a trance.

"Yes, I need you!" The voice reappeared, and replied firmly.

She needs him! (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you, dear alian_ classmates, for the peach blossom fan~!

Although it's a little late, I still wish you all a happy National Day!

I was shocked to realize how much more I pulled, I am guilty~!