The silver moon shone on Lordaeron, the broken spires glowed pale, and the stitching monsters and skeletons everywhere were creepy.

Crassus's magic obscured the kings, but not their gnashing of teeth.

Lordaeron, the jewel of civilization that towers over Lake Talenmere, once the number one city of mankind, has now been completely damaged.

Varian's eyes turned red.

He still vividly remembered the night when he followed Lothar to Lordaeron, and when he looked out from the royal palace, the city was as beautiful as a dream.

The silver moonlight shone on the top of the elegant tower, and the streets were filled with smiling people.

If I save my kingdom one day, I will build it into such a place. 】

Varian prayed at that time.

Years later, his aspirations remained the same—the beauty of Lordaeron and the benevolence of Terenus sustained his path.

Therefore, neither the undead nor the demons, who are responsible for the destruction of Lordaeron, can be forgiven.

"The Dreadlord Banazar is ahead."

Crassus stopped in front of the palace and pointed ahead.

While Sylvanas had not yet established the Undercity, Lordaeron still retained its original form.

Varian and the others looked down the palace, and a few Abominations stood guard at the doorway, chains tied behind the massive axes they held leading to the broken chest.

Abomination is also a stitch monster, they are made of countless corpses pieced together, emitting a disgusting pungent smell to the outside.

But they were nowhere near as powerful as anyone present.

Varian looked at his companions, and the kings looked at them with ease.

"These guards are easy to deal with, and the real threat is the Dreadlord."

Crassus went on to add:

"Your Majesty and Lord Tirio join hands, and it is naturally no problem to cooperate tacitly."

"However, this demon has mastered a lot of escape skills, and I set up an enchantment outside and monitor its escape."

He expressed the idea of not going to war.

"Only one Dreadlord? Where else is there? ”

Varian noticed the news revealed by the Red Dragon Mage's words, and looked a little unhappy.

They'd heard that the two Dreadlords were in Lordaeron.

"There's also a Dreadlord named Varimmasas, who now leads the Northern Undead in Stratholme."

Crassus moved his eyebrows and asked:

"You guys kill this guy in front of you, and then go think of another one."

"Still. Are you going? ”

He offered to be sure, but in fact did not fear the king's refusal.

There are not many mages in this world who can cover someone else's covert assassination in Lordaeron, and only a fool would turn down this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Of course, the more prey the better."

His Majesty Solas of Riptide Castle made a rare analogy, and it was quite a memorable thing for several kings to act together.

"Why don't we kill some of the undead commanders along the way? If you're fast enough, you won't be noticed by Stratholme's Dreadlord. ”

He would be more than happy to destroy some of the undead.

Battle of Lorenaine. Because of the proximity of Arashi, the troops and materials needed to be paid were urgent--it was the most important thing for Solans to reduce some of the war consumption in the future.

"I'm okay with that."

"That's a good idea."

The other kings immediately agreed, and they had already decided what would happen after the victory before they had defeated Banazal.

The Red Dragon Mage smiled bitterly at the confidence of these kings.

"You'd better hurry up and get in. The abominations seem to hear us. ”

Crassus saw the abomination of the clumsy head coming over to make rounds, and couldn't help but urge.

Varian et al. also found change.

"Let these filthy scraps go back to the ground!"

They broke out of Crassus's hidden circle.

The battle ensued, and the night in Lordaeron became lively.

The kings were mostly battle-hardened warriors, charging with tomahawks and swords, slashing at the hordes of the stinking undead. White bones and minced flesh flew all over the sky.

In a one-sided battle, the kings rushed to the palace like a gale.

Crassus watched them leave, crouching down to prepare the circle.

He has to prevent the breath of battle from leaking and attracting endless undead.

――

Lotherma sneaks from the Cursed Lands into the Swamp of Sorrow.

She was joined by hundreds of trolls and elven thieves.

"Separate according to the plan and be careful not to be discovered by the Alliance."

The order was given by a masked thief squad leader, and the presence of Lotherma's negative numbers made it impossible for her to be a suitable leader.

Ignoring the other thieves, she followed the predetermined route and launched a search.

All routes have been researched by Solan Lian to ensure that the thieves can complete their missions more efficiently.

However, Lotsama except the course. He also wears a phoenix feather that is used to contact Kael'thas.

"Your Highness, woo...... It's so dirty here......"

With one foot in the air, Lotherma stepped into a dark puddle of stinking mud, splashing her feet with foul-smelling mud.

She pursed her lips and wanted to cry without tears, and her words were not answered by Kael'thas.

The Sorrowful Swamp is even harsher than the terrain of the wetlands. It was full of stinking water and mud, disgusting parasites were flying everywhere, and there was hardly a place to stay.

[I can do it, I can do it! 】

Lotherma cheered herself on and pushed on with her nausea.

The High Elves are accustomed to a comfortable natural environment. In fact, they are all a bit of a cleanliness fetish - so it is already rare for them to be able to find something in the swamp of sorrow.

"Actually, you can try jumping from a tree."

Kael'thas suddenly suggested.

Lotherma was stunned. She looked around at the dark environment around her, and the gap between the trees was indeed not very wide.

This is a strange place in the Swamp of Sorrows, which has inherited the wet land, but also nurtures many tall trees.

"Oops!"

Lotherma was about to try to climb the trunk of the tree, but her hand retracted the moment it touched it.

"How?"

Kael'thas asked, somewhat surprised:

"What stabbed you?"

What could hurt the hands of this legendary ranger?

Things like thorns don't hurt the spirits of nature's children in the first place.

"No, Your Highness, there is nothing."

Lotherma hurriedly shook her head, and then said with a somewhat strange face:

"This tree is wet and sticky and disgusting."

This is not surprising.

The long-dark Sorrowful Marsh is damp and rainy, and the sea water seeps into the swamp, turning it into a salty wetland. The special geographical environment affects the trees. Let their epidermis be covered with moisture.

"It's good if you don't have anything, let's hurry up!"

Kael'thas urged action.

"Yes."

Lotherma continued to search with her feet up—she would rather stay on the ground than climb a tree.

Climbing a tree can get you wet, but it's just a matter of feet on the ground.

The trees covering the moonlight made the search several times more difficult, and all seekers did not know what the Dragonlord's blade looked like. Any scrap of iron found should be picked up for verification.

Such an action. Don't say days, even months, are hard to achieve.

Kael'thas finally understood why Kazak had given the address—it didn't do much.

As long as you don't know how to find the Dragon King's blade, or the appearance of the fragments, the chances of the elves succeeding are very low.

A few hours later, the Swamp of Sorrows search area reached ...... One percent, zero results.

Don't talk about the Dragon King Blade. Not even a single scrap of iron was found.

“……”

Kael'thas at the Well of the Sun had to consider asking Kazak again.

However, if the demon knew about their troubles, he would definitely take the opportunity to ask for freedom and other things.

[Do you have to wait?] 】

Kael'thas came to an unpleasant conclusion.

The demons imprisoned in Silvermoon City are very smart, and now they don't eat soft and hard.

But as long as you stay up for time, it will definitely be Kazak who will not be able to bear it in the end, as the last revelation proved.

To stay up or not to boil? Or try something else?

Kael'thas pondered among these options, but he decided to complete his search for the night before making a decision.

This decision brought him an unexpected surprise.

As Lotherma descended deeper into a huge lake. For some reason, Kael'thas sensed a calling through the feathers.

It was a very magical feeling—as if someone was talking to him at the Well of the Sun through a feather.

Dragonlord Blade?

The weapon immediately popped into his head, but the suspicion was immediately dispelled.

The Dragon King War Blade had no contact with him at all, how could he call him.

But what else is there besides it?

The call was faint, giving Kael'thas a strange urge to blood.

"Lotherma, follow my direction."

After he spoke, he suddenly woke up to what he had said.

What's going on?

Why does the mouth say it on its own?

Kael'thas nervously checked the condition of the Well of the Sun, and it was perfect.

It's not a matter of the Well of the Sun, nor is there the temptation of outside magic.

[Could it be ......]

He vaguely sensed the truth in his mind, and then changed his attitude and showed the way for Lotherma.

He let her dive into the lake. Then wander to the corner of the sunken ruins.

"It's there, look for it!"

Lotherma held her breath for some unknown reason and began to search, her hands rummaging over the aquatic weeds and finally opening a rotting chest.

Rusty pieces of metal lay silently inside.

When he saw this, Kael'thas felt his whole body shake with excitement.

"Fragments of the Dragonlord's Blade ......"

No need to confirm in the slightest. He understood the identity of the metal block.

"Lotherma, come back with it!"

Kael'thas gave the order eagerly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his brain suddenly trembled, and then his face became shocked.

"Joseph attacked?"

That's an important person in Sylvanas's 'cultivation' plan, how did the accident happen? To be continued. If you like this work. You are welcome to come (520xs) to vote for recommendations, monthly passes, and your support. That's what motivates me the most.

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