Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Call...Call"

A heavy breath sounded in the darkness. In front of Dai Lin, the cold water was like a monster in a nightmare, and he was madly afraid of hitting his body. The cold water was like the tentacles of death, each of which made people Creepy.

He desperately broke free of the water and pushed his head out of the water. The sky above him was an unknown blood red, like the end of the world. He heard the soldiers shouting and killing. He saw those flapping red wings. The demon wound the fire around his fleet.

He also saw his son Drake, who bravely confronted the monster, but the next moment, his body was submerged by the blaze of the monster.

"Do not!"

Dai Lin suddenly awakened from the nightmare. He straightened up from the icy sand. His breath was heavy, but after looking around, he found that this was just a nightmare. He hadn’t waited for a sigh of relief before his body came up. The severe pain caused the admiral to cover his abdomen, where there was a wound wound by the debris of the explosion.

His hands were also covered with dragonfire burns, but he survived anyway.

The sea slapped the white beach in front of him. Dai Lin raised her head and saw the scorching sun, which made him unable to squint his eyes. Soon, an anxious feeling rushed into Dai Lin's heart. He struggled. Stand up.

"Drake...my son."

He turned his head, and the admiral's eyes tightened at this moment. Behind him, a figure in a black cloak was facing him, sitting on the stone on the beach, and a blood-red skeleton horse was quiet. Standing beside this figure, the most important thing is that his son Drake is being put on the war horse in a comatose posture.

"Who are you! Stranger... Did you save us?"

The admiral did not immediately step forward to check on his son's injuries. His fingers touched his waist, where he stored weapons that he never left, but he touched an empty place.

"Are you looking for this? Mr. Admiral."

The dark figure seemed to be able to anticipate Dai Lin’s movements. He held out his hand, a black, well-made, hand-made by the dwarf master, and a short-barreled pistol with the royal emblem of Kul Tiras engraved on his Beating in the hand.

The stranger's voice was hoarse and cold, and his actions also raised Dai Lin's vigilance, but the next moment, the guy stood up and turned to stand in front of Dai Lin. The familiar face almost made the admiral Scream out.

"Am I really a stranger? Your majesty Dai Lin... are you too forgetful?"

"Mr. Tyrion!"

There was a trace of joy in Dai Lin's voice. Of course he did not forget the ranger in front of him. When he was in Nanhai Town, he and his companions saved Dai Lin and Drake once. Now, near this tide-falling island, he Saved them again.

"Praise the Holy Light!"

Dai Lin took a step forward, but his perception was so keen. As he approached Tyrion, he clearly felt the strong death breath from the life-saving person in front of him, the cold, As if you want to choke your throat, it is out of place with the living.

This stopped him.

A jerky smile appeared on Tyrion's face. He looked at the admiral with an uncertain face in front of him. He said softly:

"Your guess is correct, Mr. Dai Lin, I am dead..."

"Death knight?"

Dai Lin participated in the war in the Hillsbrad hills. He had seen how the death knight of the tribe cruelly played with the dead. For Dai Lin who believed in the Holy Light, it was simply the most ugly monster. He I also heard about the tragedy of Dunhold Castle. The tribe’s death knight raided there, killing the outstanding Major General Blackmore, and contaminated the Alliance’s important fortress, which directly led to the tribe’s escape.

If Dunhold Castle is still there, the hilly tribe is not so easy to retreat.

"Yes, the evil death knight."

Tyrion shrugged, Dai Lin's pistol jumped between his fingers, and his ice-blue eyes looked at the admiral in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

"I hardly need to be aware, I can know what you are thinking! Yes, Dunhold Castle was destroyed by me, Blackmore was killed by me, I also have a copy of the invasion of Quel'Thalas, Knight of the Holy Light plus Venlard also died in my hands. See, in the face of me who has done such a wicked thing, will the great General Daelin destroy me on behalf of the Holy Light?"

"Snapped"

The cold pistol was thrown at Dai Lin's feet, and Tyrion spread his hands:

"Then come, Mr. Dai Lin, kill me and make you a real hero."

Dai Lin stooped down and picked up the pistol. His fingers rubbed against the cold weapon. Eventually, he raised his head, looked at Tyrann calmly, and inserted the pistol back into the belt holster.

"No, I refuse!"

"Ok?"

There was a flash of surprise in Tyrion's eyes, and he asked in a low voice:

"Is it because I saved you and your son? You don’t need to be like this, you see, this evil me, there is a purpose to save you, you don’t need to feel ashamed for this, you killed me, this is the Holy Light Of the will."

"Besides this, I also know that your conscience is still intact! Mr. Tyrion."

Dai Lin's face was pale, he coughed lightly:

"I heard from Prince Arthas, who now lives in Kul Tiras, that when the prince and the princess faced the orcs, a weird elven death knight rescued them. That's you, right? Terry Ang...you saved the children, your conscience is not clear!"

"conscience?"

Tyrion gave a chuckle: "Are you sure I have that stuff?"

Dai Lin did not answer, and there was silence between the two. After a while, Tyrion talked about another topic. His finger was placed on the shoulder of the unconscious Prince Drake. This action made Dai Lin’s finger immediately support. It was on the handle of the waist.

Tyrion turned his head and looked at Dai Lin's movements, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

"You don't behave as soundly as you said, but I'm not here to discuss the philosophy of life and death with you, Mr. Dai Lin, I said, I have a purpose to save you, your son Drake should be **** In this naval battle, and I changed his tragic fate and pulled him back from the shadow of death, you can not believe my nonsense, but you have to pay for it..."

"What's the price?"

Dai Lin’s finger did not move away from the weapon. He looked at Tyrion. The latter easily lifted Drake from the Skeletal War with one hand and threw it at Dai Lin, who hurried himself. 'S son was in his arms, he squatted on the ground, carefully checking Drake's body.

The condition of His Majesty the Prince was terrible. The debris of the explosion penetrated his heart, less than the palm of his heart. The whole body was covered with flames and burns. It looked miserable.

But his wounds have been frozen, so that he has not lost a lot of blood, and the blood in his body still flows in the case of serious injuries, which ensures the survival of the prince.

After confirming that Drake was not in danger for a while, Dai Lin was relieved. He raised his head, and the next moment, the cold, cold blade that radiated cold touched his neck, as well as the sudden, extremely cold, people The sound of scalp tingling.

"The price is... your life!"

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"Your Majesty, it's a relief to see you safe and sound."

The surrounded small boat leaned on the edge of the battleship. The great knight Cyrus reached out and tried to pull Dai Lin up from the boat, but His Majesty the King shook his head and put his unconscious son on the deck with both hands.

"Go to Mr. Chaldee!"

Cyrus glanced at the situation of His Royal Highness, and hurriedly shouted to the knights beside him. In a short time, a traffic boat carrying the Chaldean Chaplain came to the ship where Dai Lin temporarily resided, and began to treat the unconscious Prince. Injury.

However, when he felt the normal flow of blood in the blood vessels of His Royal Highness, the prince who was supposed to be seriously injured, and the strange traces of ice wounds, he was famous because he saved thousands of soldiers at Dunhold Castle. Even the Chaldean priest's eyes shrank suddenly.

If he guessed right, he probably knew how the prince and His Majesty Dai Lin survived.

This also caused a trace of weakness in Chaplain's heart. He thought that following the fleet of His Majesty Dai Lin into the sea, he would not encounter the shadow that entangled his destiny, but did not expect that the hidden terror was still Go with you like a shadow.

Just as Prince Drake was being treated, Admiral Dai Lin was sitting in his captain’s room. He excused his energy and transferred the command to another commander, and he himself was in this dark The captain's room was thinking about something, and the absolute loyal knight Cyrus served aside to protect his king at any time.

"Cyrus, you said, is there such a thing as fate?"

King Dai Lin suddenly asked in the dark: "Have you ever had that kind of experience, facing the dilemma of destiny, you are in a dilemma, and you can only choose an answer that is not that bad."

This weird question doesn’t seem to be what Dai Lin would ask, but the Cavaliers just hesitated and said:

"Your Majesty, you know, I was born in Drustvar. The ghost place is the most superstitious place in Kul Tiras. I have been accustomed to horror stories about witches and the Black Forest since I was a child."

"Well, I know."

Dai Lin thought of his hometown, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He drew a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet behind him, twisted it out, took out two more glasses, and chatted with his knight in the dark.

Cyrus didn't think this kind of behavior was weird. In fact, as a veteran, he thought Dai Lin's behavior at this time was normal. Any experience passing by with death would change a person.

His Majesty Dai Lin took a sip of wine to relieve his nervousness. He said slowly:

"I grew up listening to the legend of the heart of the forest, Assal and the Knights of Ashes, but Drustvar..."

The king frowned: "The mages of Dalaran have visited it more than once, and there are indeed some dark forces that we have not yet discovered."

"Yes, so I believe in destiny, Your Majesty."

Cyrus put the Epee at his hand. He took the wine glass and took a sip. In the sweetness of the wine, the veteran recalled his past.

"That was when I was a kid. I played with a group of children in the forest. Although the adults kept warning us that there was darkness and witches in the forest, the children were not afraid of those until I stumbled into a cave in the forest. It’s full of twisted corpses inside. It’s not like a normal dead person. Your majesty, you know, some people are missing every year in our place."

Dai Lin nodded, he did not speak, he was also attracted by the story of the Grand Knight.

"I’m terrified. I hid in the dark, maybe... well, day and night, I felt something in the darkness at that time, I don’t know whether to run or stay in place and wait for rescue until When I couldn't stand being hungry, I summoned the courage and ran towards the dark tunnel, I could feel that that thing was chasing me behind my back! Until now, I remembered my childhood experience that my scalp will be numb, that's true ..."

"I thought I was going to die... Until I tried my best to break out of the darkness, I saw..."

The big knight stopped, probably recalling too thrilling, he took a sip of wine and said to the king:

"I saw Assal, the heart of the forest! The sturdy stag, like the most magnificent deity, came to me, it screamed in the dark, wielded a sword-like antlers, it protected me... Since then, Your Majesty, I know that destiny really exists...and it is all around us."

Cyrus reached out his hand and lit the spar lamp. He looked at his prince solemnly. He said in a deep voice:

"But courage is equally important. Destiny is a darkness. Courage is candlelight. Even if the darkness is strong, it only needs a light to illuminate it."

Dai Lin looked at the crystal stone lamp that had dispelled the darkness. The light in his eyes slowly lighted up. He poured a sip of wine and he nodded to Cyrus:

"I see, Cyrus, thank you."

"It's enough time to rest, Cyrus, raise my flag... let's set sail and kill the green orcs!"

The knight nodded, and in the light of fire, his lord came back... Dai Lin, really came back.

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