Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 938 35. Is this probably the legendary prisoner's dilemma?

The army on the outskirts of Black Rook Castle is overwhelming, and new death knight recruits are awakened every day.

The strength of the Black Rook Chapter is growing day by day. These silent dead have blocked the airspace and activated the barrier of Black Rook Castle, blocking the effect of teleportation.

They did not immediately attack the city.

But those ancient and decaying siege weapons are being repaired by undead craftsmen every day, which puts a lot of psychological pressure on the night children who are stubborn in the central castle of Black Rook Castle.

Their numerical advantage has been overwhelmed by the constantly awakening undead, and their combat effectiveness may not be stronger than these resurrected death knights.

They haven't fought a serious war in ten thousand years.

The most terrible thing is that under the situation of complete blockade, the magic wine they carry with them will be consumed.

The importance of this thing to Nightborne is self-evident.

Without it, Son of the Night is like losing his soul, not to mention fighting, mutiny is possible on the spot.

Never overestimate the character of addicts.

Moreover, in the past few days, there have been inexplicable disappearances of combatants in the main castle, and occasionally strange laughter can be heard in the dark night.

The blood from the bodies of some of the dead was drained, and the horrible mummies made people panic in the castle.

As the commander-in-chief of the Nightbornes stationed in Black Rook Castle, His Excellency Vandos, the high-ranking advisor who has always been arrogant and indifferent, has no idea about the current internal and external troubles.

He could only continue to strengthen the defensive barrier of the main castle, stick to it, and wait for Suramar to send reinforcements to rescue them.

The great magister Elisande attaches great importance to the situation of Black Rook Castle. When the undead pirates came in, Vandros had already sent a letter for help.

Calculating the time, the reinforcements should have already set off.

"Persist for a few more days, as long as the army of magic swordsmen and moon guards come to support us, those damned undead will be destroyed by themselves! Also, save some magic wine, bastards!

We have at least one more week to go!

With the current rate of consumption, I can't even survive three days. I need them to exercise restraint with the whip! stay awake!

Bastard, if this continues, the undead don't need to attack, they will have to get themselves drunk to death! "

In Lord Ravencrest's study, Fandros gave instructions to several commanders under his command. He kept repeating what he had said yesterday.

Try to adjust morale in this way.

But looking at the collapsed faces of the Nightborne commanders in front of him, it was clear that the morale boost from the senior advisors had long since lost their effect.

If you think about it, now you can't fight, you can't run, and there are ghosts inside, it's really hopeless.

Worst of all, their mission has been utterly defeated as that monstrous elven lich begins to resurrect the dead from Black Rook Hold.

The warband of death knights that Suramar longed for did appear.

But unfortunately they are not loyal to the Grand Magister.

Judging from Elisande's increasingly powerful means recently, even if these Nightbornes successfully break through, they will still be punished after returning to Suramar.

They may even be kicked out of the city, cut off from the supply of magic wine, and tragically becoming the Withered is probably their final fate.

Everyone knows about this, but no one will say it at this time.

It can be devastating to morale. And it can be seen from the big black eye circles of the high-ranking adviser, His Excellency Fandos, that he has not slept well for several days.

He must have known this too, and he must have been troubled by it too.

Alas, where can we find a perfect solution to solve the immediate predicament?

Several Nightborne commanders looked at me and I looked at you, exchanging glances with each other, and finally a female magic swordsman commander suggested in a low voice:

"Your Excellency, why don't we send envoys to negotiate with the lich outside?"

When these words were spoken, several commanders immediately agreed with them enthusiastically.

Van Doss sneered.

Of course he could hear the subtext of his subordinates, what negotiation?

To put it nicely, it was nothing more than running to seek peace in private, throwing Black Rook Castle to the enemy in exchange for a way out.

"What a shameful idea, you guys! What about your loyalty? This is the result of the great magister's longing for you? I really feel ashamed for you!

Is this the courage of our Shadorei for 10,000 years? "

The high-ranking consultant glanced at the few people in front of him with a stern look, and he scolded, making the few people in front of him bow their heads in shame.

But in the next second, Fandos sighed again, changed the subject, and said helplessly:

"But what you can think of, how can I not think of it? I sent an envoy three days ago, and brought me a letter I wrote to that Lich.

Black Rook Castle can be handed over to them.

Anyway, our business here has failed, and the city means nothing to us anymore.

As a commander, I really can't bear to see the soldiers under my command die because of some stubborn and stupid persistence. Each of you is a precious citizen of the great magister.

The life of every Nightborne is extremely important! "

The consultant's words caused several commanders under his command to show ecstatic expressions.

As expected of you, Your Excellency Fandos, you easily did what we couldn't.

We also thought about making peace when we couldn't hold on anymore, but you made a judgment early on, and you deserve to be the person who can be mixed up as the favorite of the great magister.

This brain turns fast.

All of them looked expectantly, looking at His Excellency Fandos, expecting the latter to give them a surprise.

But the senior advisor shook his head and said:

"That arrogant lich doesn't care about ending the hostility decently, after all, she is also a noble highborne arcanist, and served Queen Azshara together with Lord Elisande.

But she made a terrible request"

Vandos paused, waved and threw a silence magic, which cut off all sound transmission, and then whispered to his subordinates:

"She wants us to hand over Terongor and send it to her as a prisoner of war. Without this, the negotiation cannot begin."

"Then send it over!"

The male Arcanist commander immediately replied:

"What's the use of keeping that waste? The previous battles have proved that his so-called 'death knight' is no match for the death knight awakened by the lich.

That scene makes me feel ashamed.

Two hundred 'death knights' were rushed away by fifty people, and they were defeated within five minutes. "

"That's right, he is not worthy of the great magister's favor at all!"

The female magic swordsman commander also said indignantly:

"Obviously, the cunning Terongol has deceived Ms. Elisande. He has no knowledge of driving the dead. Besides, although he has an elf body, he is just a rough green skin That's all.

He is not one of us at all.

We don't need to waste the precious lives of the soldiers because of him.

Advisor Your Excellency, not as good as us."

"Hush!"

The senior advisor Fandos raised his finger and made a silent movement, he said:

"I can understand your thoughts, I have been wavering, but now is not the time to make a rash decision, you have to consider that the order of the Grand Magister to evacuate has not yet been sent to us.

Reinforcements from Suramar may be on their way, be patient, my brethren.

Tarongore can no longer grow wings and fly again. If we persist for a few more days, if things go wrong, it will not be too late for us to make a decision. "

Several commanders nodded.

After they learned that Fandos had the same idea as them, their hearts immediately settled down, and they stopped entanglement. They left the study room ten thousand years ago to appease their subordinates.

After the commanders left, Vandros let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair.

He rubbed his forehead with some headaches, obviously, the situation is not as stable as he said lightly.

"Your reinforcements can't come, Lord Laike is here, you are no match for the terrible evil wisdom. Surrender, Vandros, there is no need to hang yourself from that tree in Elisande."

A hoarse and charming voice sounded in Lord Ravencrest's study.

With the rhythm of the shadow, Aluriel, the blood mistress in a long red dress, walked out of the shadow of Vandros.

She stretched out her hand gently like a lover, and gently hugged the silent senior advisor from behind. Her fingers with blood-red nails drew circles on the senior mage's chest, making a slightly harsh sound.

She whispered in Vandos's ear:

"You obviously have a better choice. I have already shown you that kind of power, so why hesitate? Serving Elisande for 10,000 years will not free you from the constraints of identity and class.

Suramar was already a backwater.

But Rhine's career has only just begun, and I urgently need a good spellcaster like you to advance this cause with me.

We shall have a kingdom in the shadow of Suramar.

I'm not mean like Elisande, I can share the power with you. "

"You want me to degenerate into a blood-eating monster, always give me enough time to think about it, my monster friend."

The senior advisor pushed Aluriel away.

He said:

"I'll give you an answer in three days. After all, it's true to surrender to pirates."

"Tch, a fool who knows nothing about power always wants to bargain."

Aluriel suddenly became serious, blinked her blood-like eyes, adjusted her long skirt with an extremely dignified posture, and closed her high lapel coat.

She took out a delicate pocket watch and said to Vandros:

"Tick tock, time is ticking.

It is lenient with me, but hard with you, and at dawn three days later, you will either be one of us or our food.

A friendly reminder, Mr. Fandos, among the four people who spied with you just now, two of them have pledged their allegiance to me, and one will receive a blood hug tonight.

Can you guess who is the idiot who is loyal to you in the end? "

After finishing speaking, Aluriel's body turned into a group of red-eyed vampire bats, flapping their wings and flying out of the window.

Only the astonished Fandos was left blankly in the study.

On the other hand, in the dimly lit dungeons of Black Rook Hold, Teron'gor was also "trying to save himself."

He locked himself in the hall of an underground catacomb, and was directing his "death knights" to pile up many bones together.

Today, Lord Gorefiend already has an elegant elf body, which was chosen for him by Elisande's political adviser, Her Excellency Lilith Yuejun, from the death row.

But Tarongor didn't take this as a courtesy.

A well-informed guy like him knows very well that this is just the knowledge in his mind that the Grand Magister is coveting, and that arrogant woman hopes to master the power of death.

Originally, the Gorefiend also thought that with his own knowledge, he would definitely be able to get ahead in Suramar.

He has always been very confident in his ability to speculate, but the problem is that when he first came to Black Rook Castle, he was beaten by Blue Moon Dean and the orthodox death knight.

Just make the Gorefiend stupid.

He realized that the knowledge of death that he was proud of was outdated, and the times had quietly eliminated him, an arrogant and hypocritical old orc.

His value is rapidly decreasing.

The Gorefiend knew very well that people in Black Rook Castle were fluctuating, and if this continued, the elves in Black Rook Castle would sell themselves to that terrible lich in at most three days.

But he also took action early.

Before Vandos's letter of peace was sent out, Gorefiend sent Dean Lanyue a flattering letter of surrender, expressing his willingness to act as an internal response for the powerful Lich.

Compared to him being sold by the elves, Gorefiend sold out the Nightborne without any psychological pressure at all.

But the dreaded problem is

The letter he sent was actually burned by the lich in front of the messenger!

The lich also claimed that she could give the elves a way out, but the Gorefiend could only learn one lesson from her.

He also mumbled that this was a warning from death.

"When did I mess with her? Did I do anything to her?"

In the dark basement of Black Rook Hold, Teron'gor thought hard, but couldn't think of an answer. He still couldn't understand why the enemy was so angry, why did he have to target him?

That lich is a lunatic!

The two had never met before, so why talk about such an endless hatred?

However, Terongor was never a person who would bow to cruel fate. He knew that he might not be able to leave Black Rook Castle safely, so he decided to put all his eggs in one basket.

Looking at the large pile of bones in front of him, he planned to cast a spell to create a terrifying monster as a weapon for his desperate efforts.

Before starting to cast the spell, he turned his head and told a female "death knight" beside him:

"Keep an eye on the sarcophagus of Kutalos Ravencrest. That thing is our 'talisman of life'. It must not be snatched by the shameless elves."

"As you order, my lord."

The female elf ghost of the Ravencrest family replied respectfully.

But when she left the basement, when she turned her head to look at the Gorefiend, those dim eyes were full of hatred. The pathetic bastard actually thought he could handle the wrath of the Ravencrest family.

Tsk, this kind of creature called Orc.

It's ridiculous.

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A druid camp quite far away from Black Rook Castle, in the mountains near the tree of corruption Sharadrassil, from here you can overlook the quaint spire of the Temple of the Moon God.

That was the first Temple of the Moon God in the Kaldorei Kingdom, and it existed long before the War of the Ancients.

The Tears of Elune, one of the Pillars of Creation, is enshrined there, and it is a holy place for the entire night elf world.

Bu Laike was moving his body, thinking whether he should take this opportunity to take a stroll in the Temple of the Moon God, and watch and play with the Elune's Tears whose function is unknown.

He felt that he was a little too inflated after becoming a legend, and he didn't even dare to think about going to such a place before.

Bu Laike, Bu Laike, you can't float like this, it would be too embarrassing to capsize in the gutter.

Just as the pirate was "reviewing himself", a black storm crow quietly flew out of the dense forest behind him, and when he approached the pirate, he transformed into an old druid holding a staff.

Still an acquaintance.

Lord Shaun Moonpaw coughed, turning the pirates around.

Bo Laike in Luna armor glanced at him and said:

"Ursoc should tell you the situation. Did you bring the papers? It's fine if you don't have papers. Help me block Suramar's reinforcements so that the Nightborne don't even think about entering Val'sharah.

I will tell you that crucial news.

You see, one exchange for one is not a loss, right? "

PS:

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(end of this chapter)