si-mexico Chapter 390 Tonight, a distinguished guest came
Chapter 390 Tonight, a distinguished guest came
"My brothers, Anetheron has died. He could not even meet Death."
"Lord Mephistroth, we left two liches behind to continue our attack on Quel'Thalas."
On the glacier that had never melted for thousands of years, Mephistroth turned around and looked at the four Nathrezim who were squatting on one knee waiting.
Shaking a stream of shadowy water, Mephistroth said, "Brickell, is there only one alien left inside?"
"Yes, Lord Mephistroth, there is only one outlier inside Silvermoon City."
"Very good, very good. It seems that there are limits to their ability to break through space at will."
Looking up at a death rune that had just risen in the air, Mephistroth said, "Brothers, are you afraid of death?"
"Whatever the death, we are prepared for it."
"Well, we are supposed to be the manipulators behind the scenes, not the commanders outside."
At this moment, a ray of light flashed from the death rune and poured into the bodies of Mephistroth's four brothers.
Raising his right fist, Mephistroth said, "My brothers, do you feel the power?"
"Lord Mephistroth, we feel it. The power of legend is under our control."
"Next, no matter what, do your best to ensure Archimonde's arrival."
Making a gesture of twisting his neck, Mephistos said: "Otherwise, we have no way out."
"No one will plead for us. All we can do now is to complete this mission that concerns our lives."
Slowly standing up, Brickel and the other four Nathrezim said, "Leader, we will."
"For the long-cherished wish of Lord Kil'jaeden, and in accordance with the will of our fallen brethren of the Nathrezim, Lord Archimonde will surely come."
"Now, everyone return to your respective posts and wait for your 'fate' to come."
Walking towards the cave entrance where the cold air was getting thicker, Mephistroth said, "Let's go and see how many people will come to stop us."
"This competition will officially enter the final stage as early as tomorrow. I hope it won't be too late."
As Mephistroth walked into the cave, the four Nathrezim opened the gate of fel energy and slowly left the place.
Inside the cave entrance, the Lich King was diligently completing his task, tirelessly carving a huge door of death alone.
"Ner'zhul... Lich King, you have plenty of time."
"No...I don't have much time......"
"Perhaps... you are right, Lich King."
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"What did you say? Lor'themar, Halduron, and Alleria are missing?"
Half-crouching and saluting, Thalorian said, "Yes, Your Majesty Anasterian."
"When Romance went to notify them to take turns on duty, he found only a mess,"
Anasteria paused as he paced back and forth and asked, "Belovar, did they leave any letters or traces?"
"Your Majesty, they only left one sentence."
"Well, are they still alive?"
Forced to smile, Belo'vir said, "I don't know. The only one left is Kael'thas Sunstrider."
"All they left behind was Prince Kael'thas's name, and we knew it was written by a dwarf."
"After comparison, the only clue should be left by Muradin Bronzebeard, the dwarf diplomat prince who went to explore Northrend a few months ago."
At this time, Salorian stood up and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Although we can't figure out what kind of magic can turn a dwarf into an elf, we will never make a mistake in remembering that cheerful friend."
With a slight bow, Telesta said, "Besides Alleria, the other two may be the reinforcements that Prince Kael'thas has sought."
"According to the unanimous conclusion of the rest of us, the pressure from Dalaran should have been lifted."
"Thanks to the efforts of Prince Kael'thas, the two of them were sent by the Alliance to gather information."
"It will probably not be long before the Alliance's army arrives in Quel'Thalas. We need to prepare for the relevant matters."
After thinking for a moment, Anasteria said, "So, what are the opinions of the other councilors?"
"Your Majesty Anasteria, I believe they will have no objection."
Holding the golden and red wand, Romance said, "This time, none of us has any reason to withdraw from the alliance."
"Muradin and someone. Any excuses we make are useless in front of them."
In response to the comments of the four available generals in front of him, Anasteria looked down at the Flame Strike on his waist.
Today, there are few opportunities to unsheathe it, as those two terrifying demons have not come.
The undead offensive outside the city might be gathering strength for the next attack on Silvermoon City, but during their rest, the Quel'dorei received such good news.
This time the war with the undead is just like fourteen years ago. All we have to do is defend the key points under the enemy's attack.
However, compared with the last time, the price paid this time was undoubtedly more severe, and the last line of defense of the entire race was almost destroyed.
Putting aside all distracting thoughts, Anasteria said: "Your guess may be correct, but we still have to defend Silvermoon City."
"Dar'Khan Drathir, not the first nor the last."
"Continue to find a way to get rid of the external space blockade. We cannot let our allies down again."
"One or two strokes of luck are blessings from the sun, but this is no reason for us to relax."
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
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"Sir, please come in."
Carrying a golden sword on his back, a golden-haired paladin with his Mediterranean priest came to the Land of Holy Light.
As soon as they came in, they saw a group of brothers and sisters sitting solemnly and finishing the meeting process.
As the Paladin took down the Holy Light Sword behind him, the accompanying priest said, "Praise the Holy Light, we can still see you alive."
"Live up to expectations, Holy Light once again..."
Knocking on the table, the black-haired paladin Galahad, who was at the main seat, said, "Brothers, please take a seat after traveling through mountains and rivers."
"Thank you for your hard work on that matter. Now it's time for us to counterattack."
Twisting his neck, Saidan, the tall paladin on the left side of the main seat, said: "Oh, Fairbanks, old Mograine."
"You two are finally back. Ashbringer, you are truly a weapon of punishment."
Hearing that the two leaders not only ignored them, but also forcibly defined the name of this holy light artifact, Alexandros and Fairbanks were very...
At the midpoint, a young blond Paladin said, "Father, you and Uncle Fairbanks are late."
"Just this afternoon, I, Renault Mograine, followed my uncles and Prince Arthas to defeat the monsters occupying the capital of Lordaeron."
Alexandros said to his eldest son who looked proud, "Renault, remember to be modest and cautious..."
"No, no, no, old Mograine."
"Young people need confidence. Renault did well enough today."
"That's right. Those who dare to go to those monsters today are all brave warriors among millions."
Hearing what Gavinrad, Saidan and Alfred said, Alexandros couldn't help but look at the silent Isenlien.
Feeling the inquiring gaze, Isenglin said: "Alexandros Mograine, you are too doting on Darion."
"You gave all your love and care to Darien, but forgot about Renault. Just because he's grown up doesn't mean he doesn't need love and care."
"People make comparisons. Renault is willing to sacrifice his life today, so what do you want Darien to do?"
Alexandros still had a puzzled look on his face as he didn't understand what his friend meant.
What does this have to do with his youngest son? He is teaching his oldest son a lesson... Wait, what on earth do these guys mean by this?
Seeing his father and uncles like this, Renault sighed in his heart. His father did not grasp the key.
Although he was indeed brave today, he was quite embarrassed by this kind of bravery.
Every time when he was about to collapse and was about to be teleported away by Jaina, he was always one step away and received comprehensive treatment.
As one of the few fighters who were not teleported away, he was very lucky that his harvest today was quite big.
Bridget fell, Duane fell, Sally fell, even Ethan Lane fell.
Because of his tendency to self-destruct, he was forcibly suppressed and wandered between two places. Finally, when the generals led their troops back, he was sent to the headquarters of Tyr's Hand.
"Okay, everyone, I won't be impulsive again."
"Since the Ashbringer is here and our temporary leader Tirion Fordring of East Wilder is not here, it's time for us to do our part."
"Prince Arthas won't tell us, are we going to do something that will rival the other teams?!"
Raising his arms excitedly, Isilien shouted: "In the name of Prince Arthas, by the Holy Light, it is time for us to fight back!"
"Wait a minute, I know we're going to counterattack."
Shaking the Holy Light Sword in his hand, Alexandros said, "You just went through a great battle, aren't you tired?"
"Farbanks and I took a boat for several days to get here from Ironforge..."
"Wait a minute, weren't you and Fairbanks riding north on horseback?"
"Whose nonsense did you all listen to? If we came from Arathi Highlands, we should have been in Southshore to resist the undead."
Slapping the table, Saidan said, "Old Mograine, follow me if you want."
"Reno, Fairbanks, Isenna, let's go!"
……
"Tonight, we have a distinguished guest."