Anomaly Of Warcraft

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

Natalie Sellin exhausted her last strength to say the last three intermittent words to her husband, and then left the world forever.

The great nun of the North County Abbey, the leader of the Shadow Sect in Stormwind, died in an unhonorable murder.

In other words, he died at his own hands.

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

Twenty years ago, Natalie, who was still the bishop of Lordaeron, was appointed by the church to preach in Stormwind. She happened to experience a series of tragic battles such as the assassination of the old king Lane and the orcs' attack on Stormwind.

Regardless of chance or coincidence, Natalie, who insisted on fighting for the poor in the occupied area, obtained a magic item that once belonged to the Queen of Dark Iron Dwarf.

The dagger called itself "Sarasta".

Sarasta. Blade of the Dark Empire.

This sacrificial dagger that once buried half of the troll empire is essentially the remains of a defeated ancient god.

Its glorious deeds include and are not limited to leading the troll empire into blood sacrifice frenzy and decline, tempting the Dark Iron dwarves to launch a three-hammer battle and inspiring the Dark Iron King Old Thaurissan to summon the Balrog King, and helping Natalie Sai. Pastor Lin Perfection's Shadow Road.

Willful, dark, cunning, but not cold.

This is Sarasta in Natalie's eyes.

In fact, the magic dagger of this artifact is a Tsundere's chat.

Its cunning is embodied in the ghost tricks of the enemy that can always be seen from the "master"'s trivial description.

Its darkness lies in Sarasta's belief in the principle that everything is evil.

[You are dying, to be honest, I really don't want you to die, after all, such an interesting owner is hard to find these years. Listen to me, gather your disciples and grandchildren secretly to the barn for a meeting. I will help you cut off their connection with the shadows. Only your humanoid *** can put all the waste on the beams of the house. 】

Natalie ignored Sarasta's nonsense, so the "curse" was fulfilled.

Compared with the peaceful light, the power of the shadows is more "lethal", which provided a great help for the alliance to defeat the orcs during the war, and also provided a huge help to stabilize the hearts of the people during the post-war recovery period.

It's a pity that people don't have enough hearts to swallow the elephant. Unlike the "limited and restrained use of shadow power" advocated by [Pope] Natalie Sellin, more supporters seem to think that darkness is not enough to be afraid of, and they want more.

So Natalie Sellin must die.

Because they knew the existence of Sarasta.

The once great leader became a stumbling block today, and Selena died in her own hands at the age of thirty-five.

"Natalie, Natalie! No..."

Seeing his lover collapse on the ground and listening to her words while she was still alive, the man became angry.

Is it so vulnerable to abandon the guardianship of glory and loyalty?

Do not!

The head of the guard let out a low growl like a beast.

He just wants to be by this woman's side, why can't even this little wish be realized?

From knowing each other to falling in love, from monitoring to guarding, the chief guard witnessed Natalie's growth and kindness, as well as her sacrifice and dedication.

Because the people wanted a "pure" saint, Natalie concealed her love.

Because of the compromise of the upper echelons of the church, Natalie, as the most prestigious bishop of the people, is willing to stay in North County.

The chief guard also willingly worked as a plain-looking night watchman at the North County Abbey for ten years.

However, after ten years of watch, the dwarf lover fell in front of him...

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

No more, Sarasta is gone.

really.

Putting Natalie's body on the bed, the washed-to-faded sheets witnessed the nun's simplicity, and the head guard wrapped up the remains of his lover and disappeared into the night of North County.

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

The assassin did not go far, but hidden in the shadows and watched indifferently.

Outside the Crystal Lake in Jinjin Town, beside the Crystal Lake, a woodman casually smoked a pipe filled with inferior tobacco, and chopped logs into firewood every once in a while. The scattered murlocs were afraid to dare. Close to the woodcutter's hut, carefully put the "tribute" into the fish basket, looking forward to a quiet and peaceful day today.

"Sven, I need your help."

A hoarse voice broke the quiet and peaceful beside the crystal lake.

"Yo, rare customer, have you come to buy?"

The woodcutter greeted with a smile, but found that the old friend's face was not right.

"Natalie is dead."

The chief guard said in a low voice.

"That's really...no, you mean?"

"It's murder."

"Don't get close to me, I have completed my revenge, can't you let me, a veteran, spend the rest of my life quietly?"

"Your Majesty once said that the veteran will not die, but will slowly wither."

"Ha, what do you want to teach me as a traitor is loyalty? Ahahahahaha."

"..."

In the long silence, only the breeze was blowing frogs and insects.

"Come and sit down and talk about what's going on."

For a long time, Sven scratched his head and spoke first.

"So, that stupid woman [BEEP] waiting to die if she knows someone is going to kill her?"

"So, you melon man is going to have revenge?"

"So, you are an idiot when you are Laozi. What kind of dagger can threaten the peace of the world, and it can't make a hole in the earth!"

All the way from Hillblad to Irvine, Sven was lucky. He finally found the orc he wanted to kill, and cut off its head with his own hands, unlocking the chains of hatred that bound him.

At the moment, the middle-aged woodman with a peaceful mind is really not interested in the "big events" that old friends say.

"By the way, the news from North County is lagging behind. You may not know that your king is back."

"Um?"

The head of the bodyguard's dim eyes regained light.

"Carlos Barov, he escaped from the chase of the devil, and the man is back. I told you at the beginning that I didn't believe he would die in Draenor, and you were still crying like a maiden, ah Hahahahaha."

"roll!"

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

Then, the wind started again.

"You deliberately!"

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

"It's your old boy who brought the enemy here?"

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

The head guard pleaded guilty.

"Help? Help you MB, let's live on!"

Sven walked over to his large wooden cabinet and knocked it down, then used brute force to remove the tailgate and threw it to the ground.

The disguise was broken, and a big sword that could be used as a door panel lay quietly on the ground.

"You are not careful about making friends, now you are awesome."

Swain cursed, but his hands and feet were not slow. Looking through the holes, the siege was approaching.

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