Stratholme God

   Chapter 1061 To the whimper and roar in the dark night

  The scheduled time was approaching minute by minute, and the advance of the alliance army, like the unstoppable raging wave, completed the final preparation before the attack.

  Anduin Lothar stood on top of the Mordressa fortress, letting the cold wind blow over his body, making the cloak behind him rattle.

  The world is frozen, the body is cold, only his soul is hot.

   He opened the spiritual network that connected all the death knights of the entire Ebon Blade Order, and the strong male voice sounded in the ears of thousands of death knights.

   "All knights of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, first of all congratulations, our mission has been completed."

   As soon as he finished speaking, there was a low-pitched commotion in the mental circuit, and then it became quiet again.

"As someone who has had the privilege of working with the Alliance, no, the greatest strategist and tactician Azeroth has ever seen, Duke MacDonald Stratholme. I can tell you responsibly that at this point One step, no matter whether we really resist the Lich King or not, the Grand Duke has absolutely counted all the reactions and backends of the Scourge, and the fall of Icecrown Glacier has become inevitable."

"it is good!"

"Oooo--"

   There were more than a hundred excited voices in the circuit, and the death knights calmed down again.

  Lothar said again: "We have completed the mission of the alliance, but is this enough?"

   "Not enough!"

   "Absolutely not enough!"

   "What about our revenge!?"

  Lothar's eyes seemed to transcend the limitations of time and space, and swept across the cheeks of every death knight on this piece of ice. The death knights fell silent again, knowing that what followed would be the monologue of their leader, the first and possibly the last announcement of the Ebon Blade Order.

   "Brothers of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, you were all brave people in your lifetime"

   "The wounds on your body, the bloodstains on your swords... don't have to be hidden!"

   "We were indeed killed, and then raised our swords and slaughtered countless people whom we have cherished in the past, present, and future."

   "The Lich King said...we are so sinful, we deserve to fall!"

   "The Lich King said...we are not allowed to live in the living, but perish in the realm of death."

  "The Lich King said...to stop our rebelliousness, it's like wiping off the dirt.

   "But what's the price!?"

   "The price of going up the steps is to bow your head!"

   "I bowed my head, but I remembered the past!"

   "I remember that I wore perfect clothes, I remember that I had a beautiful cape, I remember that I didn't kneel, I remember that I faced despair, I remember! Not only me, we all remember!"

   When he said this, thousands of death knights suddenly regained their spirits, and for the first time there was a strange look in their green eyes. They all raised their heads and looked at the leader on the top of Mordrassa from a distance.

   The heart that should not be beating in his chest seemed to be beating violently again.

   "Why should the Lich King, who took everything we hold dear, rule our destiny!?"

   "Why do you have to thank the Lich King for the gift of the Lich King in ragged clothes and capes!?"

   "Why can't I even cry when I die!?"

   "Why? Why—"

  Lothar's words reverberated like a bell in the soul of every death knight, shocking the heart.

  The dead have no tears!

   But the soul can cry!

  I don't know when, drops of green, translucent, half-empty soul tears began to spin around the dry eye sockets.

   "Who said you can't do anything after you die?"

   "Who said that after being bound by the soul, you can't even do the humblest revenge?"

   "Who said that those who stand in the Holy Light are heroes?"

   "Can't we do it now?"

   "However, the introduction of the alliance army is enough? Satisfied?"

   Soul echoes, in exchange for the shocking roar of thousands of elite death knights in reality!

   "Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!"

   The momentum is like a rainbow, overwhelming!

   The abnormal behavior of the death knights made the other undead bewildered.

  Lothar's roar resounded in all directions: "Then what are we going to do?"

   The death knights roared out the early agreement: "With the wrath of vengeance - grant the Lich King eternal destruction!"

   As soon as these words came out, all the other undead around were stunned.

   Such surging mental power even made all the natural disaster leaders of Icecrown Glacier feel it.

   Terenas' brows seemed to be huddled together in pain. He subconsciously wanted to wake up, but the ancient evil god's spiritual power lurking in his spiritual sea immediately took advantage of it and bit him fiercely.

   As if he had entered an eternal nightmare, he kept screaming in a low voice, and even his body trembled slightly, so he couldn't wake up.

   At the same time, after hearing the incomparably resounding spiritual voice from Mordreza, the leaders of the alliance were shocked. Varian, who was already in place, had a sour nose and wanted to cry on the spot.

In the    headquarters, McDonald took a glass full of champagne from the maid Caponia.

   He faced the snow-capped Icecrown Glacier, and, for some reason, said a very philosophical sentence——

   "To the whimper and roar in the dark night!"

   whimper?

   Roar?

Yes! All yes!

  The living will only cast aside those souls who succumbed to [Frostmourne] from their own perspective, out of fear or anger, but who ever thought about their suffering, their pain!

  Lothar's sobbing when he declared, seemed to tear their hearts together at that moment.

   Perhaps it was to wish victory, or to mourn these compatriots who had passed away and had to be thieves. In the military conference hall, the leaders raised their glasses one by one and said in unison:

   "To the whimper and roar in the dark night!"

   In the next second, I don’t know how many glasses were slammed to the ground.

   In the next second, I don’t know how many cannonballs turned into a world-destroying torrential rain, pouring down on the Icecrown Glacier, a snowy plateau full of curses and evil.

   At the same time, the figure of the black armor turned into a violent tide of revenge, turned into a torrent of destruction, and poured out from the natural disaster fortresses everywhere.

   They galloped on the cliffs, galloped at the city head, galloped in every unimaginable place, destroying the natural disaster soldiers one by one.

   In a trance...

   As if returning to the past when he was a knight apprentice in his childhood, he swung wooden weapons with all his might towards the hay men.

   That was the hardest past and the sweetest past!

   Time flies!

   Their swords no longer carry glory! No more joy and future!

   However, even if this sword of revenge that is destined to have no future can only represent themselves, they still use it to send out——

  【The whimper and roar in the dark night】!

   That's right, this chapter is a tribute to "The Lonely Brave", and it's Zuyanage's version.

   That angry voice reminded me of the days when my career collapsed in 2015 and my son was just born, but I was in debt and didn’t even have money for milk powder.

   I was quite desperate in the dark, so I could only fight to the death and come back to the time when I started writing novels.

   Brothers and sisters who can still see this chapter, go listen to it, the song of tooth decay is amazing.

   (end of this chapter)