"Hurry up, run away, leave Beijun..."
Natalie Serling used her last strength to say the last three broken words to her husband, and then left the world forever.
The nun of North County Abbey and the leader of the Shadow Cult in Stormwind City died in an dishonorable murder.
In other words, he died at the hands of his own people.
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 assigned by the church to preach in Stormwind City. She happened to experience a series of tragic wars such as the assassination of the old King Ryan and the orcs' attack on Stormwind City.
Whether it was fate or chance, Natalie, who insisted on fighting for the poor people in the occupied areas, obtained a magic item that once belonged to the Dark Iron Dwarf Queen.
That dagger calls itself "Sarasta".
Sarasta. Blade of the Dark Empire.
This ceremonial dagger, which once buried half of the Troll Empire, is essentially the remains of a defeated Old God.
Its glorious deeds include but are not limited to leading the Troll Empire into a blood-sacrifice frenzy and declining, tempting the Dark Iron Dwarves to launch the War of Three Hammers, encouraging the Dark Iron King Old Thaurissan to summon the Fire Lord, and helping Natalie Se. Priest Lin's Path of Shadow.
Willful, dark, cunning, but not cold.
This is Sarasta in Natalie's eyes.
In fact, this magical dagger is an arrogant chatterbox.
Its cunning is reflected in the fact that it can always discern the enemy's cunning tricks from the plain descriptions of its "master" in a few words.
Its darkness lies in Sarasta's belief in the principle that all things are inherently evil.
[You are about to die. To be honest, I really don’t want you to die. After all, it’s hard to find such an interesting master these days. Listen to me, secretly gather your disciples and have a meeting in the barn. I will help you cut off their connection with the shadows. You can hang all those trash from the rafters with just your humanoid penis. 】
Natalie ignored Sarasta's nonsense, and the "curse" came true.
Compared with the peaceful Holy Light, the power of Shadow is more "destructive", which provided great help to the Alliance in defeating the Orcs during the war, and also provided a huge help in stabilizing people's hearts during the post-war recovery period.
It's a pity that people's hearts are not enough. Unlike the "limited and restrained use of the power of shadow" advocated by [Pope] Natalie Serling, more supporters seem to think that darkness is not enough to fear, and they want more.
So Natalie Serling must die.
Because they knew of Sarasta's existence.
The once great guide has become a stumbling block today. Selina died at the hands of her own people at the age of thirty-five.
"Natalie, Natalie! No..."
Seeing his lover collapse on the ground and listening to her dying words, the man became angry.
Is he so vulnerable after abandoning the protection of honor and loyalty?
No!
The captain of the guard roared like a beast.
He just wanted to stay by this woman's side, why couldn't even this small wish come true?
From acquaintance to love, from surveillance to protection, the captain of the 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 popular bishop, was willing to stay in North County.
The captain of the guard was also willing to work as an ordinary-looking night watchman in the North County Abbey, and he stayed there for ten years.
However, ten years of watching finally came to nothing in the blink of an eye, and the dwarf lover fell in front of him...
Suddenly, the captain of the guard remembered something, and he quickly walked to the wall and opened the secret compartment.
No more, no more Sarasta.
really.
After placing Natalie's body on the bed, the washed and faded sheets testified to the simplicity of the nun, the head guard bundled up his lover's remains and disappeared into the North County night.
"Follow him. If anyone else knows where the sacred object is hidden, it must be him."
The assassin did not go far, but hid in the shadows and watched coldly.
Crystal Lake outside Gold Town, by the Crystal Lake, a woodcutter smoked a pipe filled with low-quality tobacco leisurely and chopped logs into firewood. The sporadic murlocs were afraid and did not dare to Approaching the woodcutter's hut, I 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 tranquility beside Crystal Lake.
"Hey, Xi Ke, are you here to do some shopping?"
The woodcutter smiled and said hello, but found that his old friend's expression was not right.
"Selena is dead."
The captain of the guard said in a deep voice.
"That's really... wrong, what do you mean?"
"It's murder."
"Don't come close to me. I have completed my revenge. Can't you let me, a veteran, live the rest of my life quietly?"
"His Majesty once said that old soldiers will only slowly wither away if they never die."
"Ha, you traitor, you want to teach me what loyalty is? Hahahahahaha."
"..."
In the long silence, there was only the breeze and the chirping of frogs and insects.
"Come sit down and tell us what's going on."
After a long while, Swain scratched his head and spoke first.
"So, that stupid woman knew that someone was going to kill her but she still waited for death?"
"So, you, a man like you, are ready to take revenge?"
"So, you think I am also a fool. What kind of dagger can threaten the peace of the world, but it can also pierce a hole in the earth!"
Fighting all the way from Hillbrad to Elwen, Sven was lucky. He finally found the orc he wanted to kill and cut off its head with his own hands, untying the chains of hatred that bound him.
The middle-aged woodcutter, who was calm at the moment, was really not interested in the "big event" that his old friend called him.
"By the way, the news from Beijun is lagging behind. You may not know yet that your king is back."
"Um?"
There was light again in the gloomy eyes of the captain of the guard.
"Carlos Barov, he escaped from the demon god's pursuit, and that man is back. I told you at the beginning that I didn't believe he would die in Draenor, and you are still crying like a girl, ah Hahahahaha.”
"roll!"
Eating rye bread and drinking fresh fish soup, the two old men chatted without a word.
Then, the wind picked up again.
"You deliberately!"
Sven suddenly became angry, grabbed the captain of the guard by the collar, and sprinkled fish soup all over him.
"Did you, the old boy, lead the enemy here?"
"Help me, Sven, I can't do this alone."
The captain of the guard pleaded unreasonably.
"Help? Help you MB, let's talk about it as long as we can survive!"
Swain walked to his large wooden cabinet, knocked it down, used brute force to remove the back panel and threw it to the ground.
The disguise was shattered, and a large sword that could be used as a door panel lay quietly on the ground.
"You made a careless friend, now you are awesome."
Sven was swearing, but his hands and feet were not slow in his movements. Looking through the slits, he could see that he was about to be surrounded and killed.
