Chapter 29: The Massacre (Page 1/1)

"I've been following this undead since the beginning, Varian, and trust me, he's not just a liaison to the Forsaken Legion."

As soon as Khadgar appeared, he spoke amazingly. If it weren't for his special status, the soldiers present would have arrested him on the spot. But Khadgar was such a man, although he was not very old, but in terms of seniority, he was deeper than everyone present. Even Varian was a child in front of him. Indeed, this gray-haired "old wizard" was once a hero of the First World War. A good friend of Lothar, the heir of Arahi, they raided Karazhan together. Killed Medivan, who was possessed by a demon. He also participated in the Lordaeron Alliance and witnessed the birth of the Alliance. It can be said that he is a veteran figure. Even Varian respectfully calls him an elder. Naturally, his words were full of weight.

It's just that Varian didn't seem to react to what he just said for a while. He stepped aside and walked up to Khadgar, leaning over to listen respectfully as Khadgar finished speaking.

They barely had time for greetings and greetings.

"Underground tunnels, such important information is impossible to map, and even if there were, it would have been destroyed a long time ago. The Forsaken are all dispatched, and they have prepared for the worst. This drawing was forged by him. Or rather, he drew it himself, and the map may have marked real secret passages, but it was by no means used by the Forsaken. ”

Khadgar said.

"Also, the tribe is not a bunch of brainless beasts, I think you should have heard the story of Thrall's liberation of the orcs, Varian, do you think our opponent is such a simple beast?"

Khadgar's words made Varian suddenly realize, and he listened attentively, hoping that Khadgar would finish his sentence.

"If Sal really wants to attack Lordaeron, he will be prepared and will not rush into battle. Let these Forsaken go first, and will he send his allies to their deaths? And then let Lordaeron be prepared, and the horde's army will land again in a month? That's what a fool would do. With Sal's IQ and style, he wouldn't do it. This is the second suspicion. There is a third ......"

Khadgar said as he observed the undead captives bound up. His face was expressionless, and this only confirmed Khadgar's suspicions. Yes, he has been suspicious, he has been waiting, and now, at last, it is time to expose the lie.

"Have you ever seen an ordinary forsaken, an ordinary undead, possess such powerful self-healing powers?"

Khadgar continued to attack.

Everyone turned their heads and focused their eyes on the scrawny old man. You can see that the abscesses on his body have stopped bleeding......

"Tell me, who are you!"

Varian suddenly felt a sense of frustration at being teased, and he furantically dragged the old man in front of him. The seemingly fragile undead. His strength may have surpassed that of all those present. And he was almost fooled by his intrigues.

The old man didn't answer immediately, his ghostly eyes staring at Varian, a sly smile on his face.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that I know who you are, King Varian, you and your legions have wasted too much time on this land. Your ally is suffering in the north, so perhaps you should check him out......"

Words of the Dead...... The sound was like a devil's wail, and everyone present immediately got goosebumps. Enraged, Varian pulled out Salameni and was about to go down with a sword to identify him, but the undead in front of him turned into a shadow and quickly dispersed. Only a gust of wind lingered in the hall.

Everyone looked around the hall in horror, trying to find the necromancer. But nowhere to be found.

"Kergasud. Varian, he is Kergassud. ”

Only then did Khadgar speak calmly.

"Kergassud, I've heard of this man, a former sorcerer of Dalaran who defected to the Lich King?"

"Yes, it's him, when the fallen Arthas killed Uther, marched on Quel'Thalas, and slaughtered the High Elves in order to resurrect the lich."

After listening to Khadgar's account, Varian was furious and gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Time and time again, scourges, undead, orcs, have brought our homeland to the brink of destruction, and now that all of humanity is united, the righteous people of Azeroth are united, I must not allow that to happen again. Stormwind must do that, I, Varian. Wryon should fulfill such an obligation! ”

After Varian finished speaking, he angrily commanded himself—

"Follow the secret passage to find the lair of these undead and kill them all, leaving no one behind! What I want is - no prisoners. ”

Varian's demeanor made Khadgar feel a little uneasy, and he wanted to say something, but swallowed it again. As an "old man" who has experienced several cruel wars, he knows that in war, there may only be cruelty.

A week later, Coalition forces swept through the town of Deathknell, and the Forsaken were the victims of the war. They were innocently slaughtered once during the massacre of the city by Prince Lordaeron, reborn from the dead, and now slaughtered again......

The king is righteous...... This is only relatively, and even the holiest paladins have a stain. Because in war, there is no such thing as justice...... When the light dims, the shadows run rampant......

The westernmost part of the Tirisfal Glade.

Trapped in a corner, the dark ranger Nathanos is fighting the trapped beasts. He was surrounded by dead companions, even young children, and behind him, the icy waters of the lake and the mountains as far as the eye could see. Varian's extermination of the Forsaken left him with nowhere to run and no way back. In order to save the Forsaken as much as possible, he travels deep into Deathknell. Here, however, a massive coalition army was encountered. The soldiers showed no mercy, and there were almost no prisoners in the entire town of Death......

Cornered, the Dark Ranger fought again and again, smashing one of Stormwind warriors with his longbow and stabbing another dwarven soldier with his dagger.

But there were too many opponents, and a human warrior took advantage of his lack of attention and stabbed him from behind, and this sword, stabbed through the back, pierced through his body...... Nathanos was in no pain, but his strength was draining. With a sharp elbow blow, he knocked the human soldier to the ground. However, more Stormwind guards with spears stabbed at him. At such a close distance, the bow and arrow were useless, and the desperate Dark Ranger roared, clutching his wounds, and rushed towards these Alliance soldiers.

He thought he was going to die, like his kind who had fallen in town. But it didn't...... In a moment of desperation, a ghostly arrow flew from behind him, killing the surrounding Alliance soldiers with precision. Nathanos watched in amazement as the life that was still alive just now was shot to the ground in an instant, and then its body quickly decayed into a pile of zombies...... This is not a weapon for ordinary people. He looked back, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster. Because at the edge of the dense forest, a figure is slowly walking out. Yes, there was only one person, and it was he who, in less than five seconds just now, shot a dozen Union fighters...... Such an elite shooter, there is no ...... among the forsaken

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