"Hurry up, run, leave the North County ......"

Natalie. With the last three staccato words to her husband, Selin used her last three staccato words to leave the world for good.

The Grand Nun of the Northshire Abbey, the leader of the Shadow Cult of Stormwind, died in an honorable murder.

Or rather, at the hands of his own people.

In fact, there were signs of the murder, but Natalie didn't want to believe it.

Twenty years ago, Natalie, who was still Bishop of Lordaeron, was assigned by the church to preach in Stormwind, which happened to experience a series of terrible battles such as the assassination of the old king Ryan and the orcs attacking Stormwind.

Whether by chance or by chance, Natalie, who insisted on fighting for the poor people in the Fallen Zone, obtained a magic item that once belonged to the Black Iron Dwarf Queen.

The dagger called itself "Sarasta".

Sarasta. Blade of the Dark Empire.

The sacrificial dagger that once buried half of the Troll Empire was essentially the remains of a defeated Elder God.

Its glorious deeds include, but are not limited to, guiding the Troll Empire into the decline of the Blood Sacrifice Mania, luring the Black Iron Dwarves into the War of the Three Hammers and encouraging the Black Iron King Soreson Sr. to summon the Fire Demon King, and aiding Natalie. Selin perfects the Priest's Shadow Path.

Capricious, dark, cunning, but not cold.

This is Sarasta in Natalie's eyes.

In fact, the magic dagger of this artifact is a tsundere chatter.

Its cunning is reflected in the fact that it can always discern the enemy's tricks from the bland description of the "master".

Its darkness lies in Sarasta's belief in the principle that all things are inherently evil.

[You're dying, to be honest, I really don't want you to die, after all, such an interesting master is not easy to find these years. Listen to me, secretly gather your disciples and grandchildren to the barn for a meeting, and I will help you cut off their connection with the Shadows, and you can hang all the waste from the beams of the house with your humanoid ***. 】

Natalie ignores Sarasta's gibberish, and the "curse" is fulfilled.

Compared to the peaceful Light, the power of the Shadows is more "lethal", which greatly helps the Alliance to defeat the orcs in times of war, and also provides a great help to stabilize people's hearts and minds during the post-war recovery period.

It's a pity that people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, and [Pope] Natalie. Unlike Selin's advocacy of "limited moderation in the use of the power of shadows", more proponents seem to think that darkness is not enough to fear, and they want more.

So Natalie. Selin must die.

Because they knew of Sarasta's existence.

The once great guide became a stumbling block today, and Selena died at the hands of her own people at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Natalie, Natalie! Not ......"

Watching his lover collapse to the ground, listening to her dying words, the man became angry.

Is it so vulnerable that he has abandoned the guardianship of glory and loyalty?

No!

The chief of guard let out a low, beastly growl.

He just wanted to stay by this woman's side, why couldn't even this little wish come true?

From acquaintance to love, from surveillance to protection, the chief guard has witnessed Natalie's growth and kindness, as well as her sacrifice and dedication.

Because the populace wanted a "pure" saint, Natalie hid her love.

Because of the reluctance of the upper echelons of the church, Natalie, as the bishop with the highest prestige among the people, is willing to be trapped in North County.

And the chief of the guard was also willing to be a mediocre-looking night watchman in the North County Abbey for ten years.

However, after ten years of watching, it finally came to naught, and the dwarf lover fell in front of him......

Suddenly, the chief guard remembered something, and he quickly walked to the wall and opened the secret compartment.

No, no more, no more Sarasta.

Really.

Natalie's body was placed on the bed, and the starched sheets were washed to witness the nun's simplicity, and the chief guard wrapped up his lover's remains and disappeared into the night of Northshire.

"Follow him, if anyone else knows where the relics are hidden, then this person must be him."

The assassin did not go far, but hid in the shadows and watched coldly.

Crystal Lake outside Shining Gold Town, on the shore of Crystal Lake, a woodcutter leisurely smokes a pipe filled with inferior tobacco, and chops logs into firewood every now and then, and the scattered fishmen are afraid to approach the woodcutter's hut, and carefully put the "tribute" into the fish basket, looking forward to a quiet and peaceful good day.

"Swain, I need your help."

A hoarse voice shattered the silence and serenity of the crystal lake.

"Yo, rare guest, you're here to buy?"

The woodcutter greeted him with a smile, only to notice that his old friend's face was not quite right.

"Selena is dead."

The chief guard said in a deep voice.

"That's really...... No, what do you mean? ”

"It's murder."

"Don't come near me, I've completed my revenge, can't you let me, a veteran, live the rest of my life quietly?"

"Your Majesty once said that veterans don't die, they will only slowly wither."

"Ha, you traitor are going to teach me what loyalty is? Aha. ”

“……”

In the long silence, only the breeze blew on the face, and the frogs chirped and the insects chirped.

"Come and sit down and tell me what's going on."

After a long moment, Sven scratched his head and spoke first.

"So, that stupid woman is stupid and waiting to die even though she knows that someone is going to kill her?"

"So, you're going to take revenge?"

"So, you are also a fool to be Lao Tzu, what dagger can threaten world peace, and you can't stick a hole in the earth!"

Lucky enough to make his way from Hilbride to Alwyn, Sven finally found the orc he wanted to kill, and cut off its head with his own hands, untying the chains of hatred that bound him.

At this moment, the middle-aged woodcutter with a calm mind is really not interested in the "big event" in the mouth of his old friend.

"By the way, the news of Beijun is relatively lagging behind, you may not know it yet, your king is back."

"Huh?"

The head of the guard's gloomy eyes shone again.

"Carlos. Barov, he escaped from the hunt of the demon god, and the man returned. I told you I didn't believe he would die in Draenor, and you were crying like a, ahahahahaha. ”

"Get out!"

Eating rye bread and drinking fresh fish soup, the two old men chatted without a word.

Then, the wind picked up again.

"You did it on purpose!"

Sven suddenly became angry, grabbed the guard by the collar, and scattered the fish soup all over him.

"You old boy brought the enemy here?"

"Help me, Swain, I can't do it alone."

The chief guard pleaded.

"Help? Help you MB, let's live and talk about it! ”

Swain walked over to his large wooden cabinet and knocked it down, using brute force to remove the tailgate and slam it to the ground.

The camouflage was shattered, and a large sword that could be used as a door panel lay quietly on the ground.

"If you're careless in making friends, you're awesome now."

Sven scolded and scolded, but his hand and foot movements were not slow, and he looked through the holes and saw that the siege was coming.