The fog of death that enveloped several cities in the world of Knossos dissipated at dawn three days later.

Soothed by the green sunlight of this demonic world, these Demonic Cities surrounded by billowing quicksand seem to have been washed by flowing water, washing away all the gloom, malice, and darkness while filling them with something deeper.

In the dead and silent misty death realm, 70% of the demons on this planet died quietly in the sudden arrival of the Kingdom of Death, choked by the death of materialization, so that they who always bring pain and destruction to other lives also experienced the tragic state of their home being destroyed and the world withering.

This is not just a declaration of war from the victims, it is more like a planned massacre.

The Knight of Damnation, who completely let go of his hand, wielded the Staff of the Mist of Death, and after hundreds of thousands of Dementors followed in his footsteps to bring the end, everything became dim everywhere he went, the weak ones would be harvested with their souls and lives, and the powerful ones who could survive the mists of death would be targeted by the Dark Knights.

Twelve of the 13 cities of the Dreadlord in the entire Xonos were razed, and the last city was filled with demons full of fear, who watched in horror as the blue mist enveloped the last city, they resisted, they struggled, but the result of resistance and struggle was only the end of a more violent death, no one could defeat the knight who brought the mist, not even stop.

In the mist, every black shadow beats with a roar of fear, and they are so desperate to wait for the final destruction, but... The Knights of Damnation let them go.

Just as when he appeared, he disappeared silently, and the moment the green sun of the third day, which represented the demonic redemption, rose, the fog of death that surrounded the city of despair quietly dispersed, revealing the vast yellow sand soaked in death below, and everything seemed to return to normal.

But no one wants to stay in this world of death.

The hundreds of thousands of demons in the last city boarded the starship as fast as they could, leaving everything behind and sailing among the stars.

And the image of nearly a hundred Dreadlord colonial starships flying into the sky was taken into the eyes of the two death knights standing in the desert, Kurtaz and Dasohan on the death horses, they looked at the fugitive demons who were entering the stars, but they had no intention of stopping them.

"He put them back to send the news of our counteroffensive, to attract the attention of an even more formidable enemy."

The dwarven death knight Kurtaz let the scorching yellow sand lap against his cold body, and in the green sunlight, the dwarf seemed to be covered with a unique halo, and he said:

"It's like in some war in Azeroth, freeing the prisoners who have been completely frightened, and then letting the vanquished spread the glory and horror of the victors to the whole world... But I don't think he's that boring yet, is there a meaning behind this that I haven't understood yet? ”

Da Sohan did not answer the dwarven question immediately, and as he watched the fleets that had lit blue flames and burst into the sky, he looked at the outline of the Demonic City in the distance, which was wrapped in rolling yellow sand, and after a few minutes, he whispered:

"This is another test, representing the most brutal war to come."

That is what he has always done, and with a wave of his hand, he has given us a world, and now it is time for us to show our sincerity and prove that we are worthy of this "gift", yes, these fugitive demons will send the news of our place back to the Burning Legion, and then he will get the enemy he wants, and we, and we, will get the war we must face. ”

Da Sohan's eyes and face drooped, and he said:

"Just like once upon a time, he has his wars, and we have our opponents."

"Go, knights, take the city and gather all the resources at your disposal! Time is running out! ”

Under Da Sohan's orders, a group of death knights dressed in black armor, carrying hot weapons, and wearing swords and battle axes, rode across the scorching sand dunes and quickly advanced towards the demon city in the distance, their black cloaks fluttering in the green sunlight, making these death knights look full of power.

But Kurtaz and Dasohan didn't follow them, they still stood on top of the sand dunes where they were, their figures blurred in the scorching storm of sand.

"Well, I know."

The dwarf shrugged his shoulders a little obscurously, and he looked at Da Sohan:

"Another question, I've heard about the negotiations between you and the Church of Light, do you really want to sign the terms they proposed? By bringing the Order into the system of Light faith and civilization and becoming the so-called "Guardian of Civilization that never sleeps", you should know that once we enter that system, we will once again enter the world of the living. ”

"I don't really care about that, but..."

Kurtaz said with some concern:

What about his opinion? Would he agree with our definition of "death" in this way? ”

"Why didn't he agree?"

A heartfelt smile appeared on Da Sohan's pale face, which made the big bald head look a little less indifferent, and he said:

"It's just a name, expressing goodwill and redefining oneself will bring us a steady stream of soldiers, and will greatly increase the probability of us holding this star battlefield, politics, faith, these issues are not what we should care about, we have only one identity from beginning to end, that is, soldiers, soldiers! Our destination is on the battlefield, not in our so-called faith. ”

"What's more, do you think he doesn't know if I don't say it? If he didn't agree, the terrifyingly powerful Knight of Damned would have turned around and destroyed us, but he didn't... This represents a little bit of recognition and indulgence. ”

"Oh, yes, there's good news."

Da Sohan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly, behind him, a dark red, beating death power door opened in the vast yellow sand, with the rhythm of the dark red death energy, a figure wearing heavy armor and carrying a heavy sword, slowly walked in from the other side of the door, it was a tall human, his face had hideous scars, that represented his past and present identity.

Upon seeing the face under the black-horned helmet, the dwarven death knight let out an exclamation:

"Gavin Rad!"

"Yes, it's me!"

The last Great Knight of the Silver Hand, who had been dead for almost ten years and had been completely forgotten by everyone, moved his body, his eyes shone with a dark blue light, he stretched out his hand, greeted the dwarf, and on that cold face, a slightly indifferent smile danced:

"Long time no see, Kurtaz."

"I heard the call of war, and therefore I came from the grave."

"Death Knight Gavinrad. Doom, back to the battlefield! ”

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In the distant Azeroth, in Kalimdor, the human city in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, all made of white boulders, known as the "City of Light", the port of Baita City, in today's city square, the devotees of the Holy Light are surging, there is almost no open space to settle down in this huge square, and it is full of pilgrims from various cities.

Although in the Eastern Continent, in the Federally controlled area, the Holy Light Orthodox Faith is slightly dimmed, but in the empire itself, the Holy Light Orthodox Faith still maintains the identity of the "state religion". Under the impetus of Archbishop Morgan, the Light Orthodox Faith is embracing other faiths that are new to the Empire, but maintaining absolute suppression of them.

Even in the theocratic society of the Kadore, the first spirits of the Holy Light faith appeared.

The Minotaurs, who follow the ancient path of the Sun Walkers, also became a branch of the Holy Light Orthodox faith a year ago.

Not to mention the High Elven Light Doctrine that flourished in Firas, and the path of Light that the Draenei people in the distant continent of Northrend never changed.

This ancient faith has been reborn in the midst of pain and suffering through a series of improvements, and it has become a very important part of the civilization of Kalimdor.

And today, the highly prestigious Alonthos. Under the crown of Fa Yao, the new "Declaration of the Holy Light" will be issued in the city hall of the port of Baita City, this is a sacred moment, no devotees should miss it, and for those who were unable to make it to the scene, with the help of Master Dalaran, in various human kingdoms, and even in the cities of other civilizations, there are "live broadcasts" of this holy light sermon.

On the projections of those magic, the believers can feel immersive.

And the political situation that has been a little chaotic recently, because of this sudden sermon, has become a little calmer, any nobleman with brains knows that he can't anger the Pope, in the absence of an emperor in the human empire, Fa Ou is the highest person in the entire empire, and the most terrible thing is that if the pope declares that a nobleman is impure, then that unlucky guy will probably not survive the dawn of the next day.

Never underestimate the terrible destructive power of fanatics, especially many fanatics, who have a place in the state system.

At noon, wearing a white robe and wearing a crown of holy light, Fa Ou appeared on time on the high roof of the city square, and at the moment when the old man who was already dying appeared on the tsunami-like call, like a crazy tide, echoed in this square, and the fanatical believers raised their hands and called for the name of the holy light, and many people shed tears of excitement in this sacred and warm atmosphere.

And under the crown of Fa'o, this walking has already needed crutches to support, the waist pole is also rickety, the face is full of old age spots, the eyes are no longer clear, but the old man with white hair has a calm face, he has seen many such scenes in his long life, he even believes in the importance and danger of faith, so in the past few decades, the Pope has been strict with himself, never expressing any opinion on politics or important matters.

Because he knew that his unintentional words could cause a terrible upheaval in the empire.

But today, he must judge some of the threats facing the world, he must channel the power of faith into the path of faith, and he will personally open the prelude to a holy war in which countless people may die, but... It's a must-do.

The Holy Light exists to protect the weak, to protect hope, and if the Light cannot make its voice heard in the war that will determine the fate of the world, then this faith will lose its power.

The Pope walked forward with a cane, and beside him, the Chaldean Archbishop, dressed in a linen robe, tried to reach out to him, but the Pope refused.

The fire of life of this stubborn old man was already extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, but he ignited the rest of his life together, and at the end of his life, in this old and decaying body, the burning fire of life was so surging that it supported the old man to continue to move forward until he completely collapsed.

With each step the Pope took forward, the light on him became warmer and brighter, and with the support of this divine power, his waist straightened again, and his expression became more resolute, but at the cost of burning himself.

He's too old.

He was already a little overwhelmed.

"Believers of the Light... Lift your head up and look up at the sky! ”

The deep voice of the Pope Fao sounded in the square of the city, as if a switch had been flipped up, and the whole square, and indeed the whole world, seemed to be silent, listening to the voice of the old man.

"Between the stars that we cannot see, the flames of darkness have been kindled, it has ignited from the depths of the twisted void, fueled by greed and atrocities, guided by the wails of the innocent and the death of the suffering, and it has done countless killings among the stars, countless compatriots of the Holy Light, countless lives, all of which have been annihilated in this burning black fire."

"This is the beginning, the continuation and the end of the suffering of the stars, and we, our world, our loved ones, and even ourselves, are the next victims of this catastrophe."

"Demons, they howl and rush into our world, killing our children and parents, destroying our hopes."

"We must not forget how the demons brutally destroyed our homeland in our homeland."

"We must not forget how the demons brutally tried to destroy us when the Empire suffered great hardships and migrated to the new lands of the Light."

"Followers of the Light, the Light teaches you that you have always loved our lives and lives with the most fervent and loving way, but this does not mean that the Light will succumb to burning evil, and that when it turns its covetous eyes on us, our warriors will still respond with the sword."

"Guardians of the Light who never sleep, warriors who have returned from the dead have fought the demons among the stars, they have taken possession of the evil lands of the demons, and they have burned the flames of war to their worlds, this war is just, it is sacred, it is the guardian of hope, it is the righteous act of guarding our world!"

"The living and the dead who are fighting on the battlefield are convinced that this world is worth saving! It will endure because of the dedication of the warriors! ”

"Every one of our lives is worth saving!"

"Because every good person can give everything for the right thing!"

"Followers of the Light! In the name of the Light, I call upon you to take up your weapons and let the faith guard your hearts and follow the Light as you embark on the glorious battlefield of the stars! ”

Fao's voice grew more and more agitated, and he raised his left hand, his fingers clenched into fists on top of his thin arm, like the first roar of the Holy Light Orthodox against the coming demons.

"Hope from Azeroth! Warriors from Azeroth! A crusader warrior who struck demons, from Azeroth! ”

"Followers of the Light!"

"An eternal battle with demons! Here we go! ”

PS：

A boring life is hell, and the blood that blooms on the fingertips, the temperature of life as it passes, the strange light that shines in the eyes of the dead, for the crow, that second of the moment, is the real heaven, his hands are stained with blood, standing in the reflection of the sky, behind him, the dark crows scream, waiting for the feast to begin, he walks in the darkness, he serves... Wait a minute!

He doesn't seem to have seen the light of day in his life...

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