"We must give up Stormwind City and be ready to migrate immediately..."

In the King's Hall of the Storm Fortress, at the invitation of Count Caterina, the great nobles who came here listened to the Count's new proposal in a daze. They whispered and discussed, seriously doubting whether the delicate Count's eyes had been scared by the undead.

"Stormwind has the power to protect us, the Countess, your proposal is simply a fantasy."

Archbishop Benedictus was a rare loss of composure. He stood up and scolded the Countess with a serious face:

"Are you trying to persuade us to escape without fighting? Let His Majesty the King give up his people? Yes, Red Ridge Mountain and Twilight Forest have been lost, but with the help of the Draenei people, our people have not suffered much damage. In the East Valley, the bravest soldiers and generals of the Kingdom are laying out defense lines, and I believe they can block the undead...at least support the support of the Empire!"

Duke Bowal, who has always been willing to support the Countess, also expressed his opinion:

"Catrina, I know you're under great pressure lately, but believe me, the reunited Imperial Army has set out, with the help of the human emperor, and with the whole human power united together, we can win this war!"

The Duke whispered to the countess beside him:

"Don't worry, Katerina, don't worry, I will protect you."

Other nobles were not interested in the idea of ​​a complete evacuation. The human kingdoms were scattered from each other and over hundreds of years, a fixed aristocratic circle in each country had been formed. The industries of the great nobles of the Storm Kingdom were in this country. Once they left here, it would be difficult for them to find their place in other kingdoms.

So if these nobles had not faced the fatal crisis of orcs coming to the city a few years ago, they would not have left Stormwind City.

His Majesty, who had never spoken, looked very haggard. Queen Tiffany's condition did not improve. The young king focused all his energy on his beloved. He was really unwilling to deal with the affairs of the country now.

When the nobles were talking a little less, the Privy Councilor Chalde, who had not spoken, glanced at the countess with frost on his face, and in his ear, the strange voice sounded again:

"This is an anonymous believer of Terion to help these stupid humans in the future, but at least this time, she is serious. She betrayed Terion for her own interests... Little cute, your stupid fellow is still kept in the dark. I think you should help her, it is for your own good."

The Chaldean Pastor hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said to the other nobles in a magnetic voice:

"Everyone, be quieter. I believe that Countess Caterina is a wise person. The judgments she made in the past have proved this. Therefore, before criticizing the Countess' suggestions, we should give her enough respect and at least let the Countess tell the reason why she proposed to do so."

At the same time, the leader of the MI7th Department, the assassin master Madias Shore, looked at Chaldee and the Earlfriend with a suspicion. The deep-minded assassin had reason to believe that both of them had their own secrets.

The words of the Privy Councillor Beneditas made Archbishop Beneditas glar at him fiercely, but the Chaldean pastor seemed to have not noticed that, in the fact that the Privy Councillor who is very close to the people and is willing to help all believers has a growing reputation among believers, the pastors of the Cathedral of Light almost all know the contradiction between Benedictus and Chaldean.

The nobles' discussions were a little less, and even King Varian turned his eyes to Caterina. The frosty countess hesitated for a moment, and she sighed:

"Every ancient noble family has its own secret, and the same is true for the Presto family. I was unwilling to disclose the secrets about the family bloodline, but at the moment of life and death in this country, I had to do so. I hope my ancestors can forgive me."

After saying that, the countess stretched out her hand, and as the nobles watched, black scales covered her arms. This scene caused many people to exclaim, and Duke Bewal even widened his eyes and subconsciously stood up.

Feeling those strange gazes, Count Katerina smiled sadly. She looked at the Duke of Beval with an incredible look. A touch of pain appeared in her eyes. It was the pain of being despised by her lover. She slowly put away her sleeves, and did not look at Beval, and said to the other nobles:

"The Presto family has been serving the alliance since the birth of the alliance, but my ancestors had an adventure that was unimaginable to mankind thousands of years ago when the empire was not yet divided. From that day on, the blood of the black dragon flowed in our blood... You should have heard of the existence of the dragon descendants, and I, I, I, are one of them."

"The Presto family has been in contact with the black dragons hidden outside history. People call them evil things, but the catastrophe of the black dragon originated from the Black Dragon King who betrayed the dragon covenant. Now, the Black Dragon King has long fallen... Recently, some exiled black dragons are asking for protection, and the Presto family has accepted them. From them, I have received an amazing news."

The Countess' eyes collided with Madias Shore's eyes:

"Master Shore, I know you have been secretly chasing the secrets of the Presto family. Today, I will share it. The black dragons were slaughtered... The ones who slaughtered them were the undeads who came out of the world of Delano! Even the dragons could not stop them. How should the human kingdom preserve their existence under the undead's military peak?"

"And more importantly... the power of darkness has taken root and sprouted inside Stormwind City, the rebellion of the western wilderness! The fall of Red Ridge Mountain! The disaster of Yese Town! All of this, none of this happened!"

The countess closed her eyes, recalling the news she collected in the past, and finally, she chose a breakthrough point:

"There are powers of the undead in Storm City! And they are hiding between this city!"

"Wow"

This shocking news made all the nobles suddenly in an uproar. King Varian also showed a dull expression, and the others looked at the people around them vigilantly. Even Master Shore's thinking stopped for a moment, and Chaldee, who was sitting on the side, flashed a trace of splendor flashed in Morgan's eyes. He could guess that the Countess said that there was another person in the undead power, but he immediately realized... the opportunity he had been waiting for was here!

"Sister! Help me!"

Chalde's fingers stroked the purple crystal dagger around his waist, and at his call, the sound that penetrated into the darkness made a short and harsh laugh:

"If you finally use my power, little cutie, you finally realize who is worth relying on... Benedictus has enjoyed Enzos' secrets for too long, but unfortunately he has not done enough. His domineering days are over! I will expose him for you, but in return..."

"I will give you a grand ceremony!"

Chalde almost gritted his teeth and said this in his heart. The next moment, a strange and dark force emerged in the entire Storm Fortress. Earl Bewal, who was most sensitive to energy, almost subconsciously grabbed the long sword from the guard behind him, protecting Earl Katerina and the King behind him. Master Shor immediately hid in the darkness.

In front of them was the source of dark power... the archbishop with a confused look on his face... Benedictus.

Terion once warned Chaldes that the Archbishop hides a more terrifying darkness under his appearance, and the Chaldean pastor who holds the evil blade Saratas can clearly feel that under the Archbishop's compassionate appearance, there is a dark soul like him hidden.

They are all believers of the ancient gods, but there are more than one ancient god. There are also conflicts between those powerful dark creatures and fatal contradictions between each other.

"You! Archbishop! You..."

Boval looked at the Archbishop Benitadis, whose body was shrouded in strange and low shadow power. The sincere paladin's eyes were shining with pain and anger. Benedicta, surrounded by the dark forces that suddenly swarmed in, subconsciously wanted to refute, but looking at the eyes of the people around him, he looked back at the Chaldean pastor who was panicked and tried to escape from here. The Archbishop who had been hiding for decades finally just sighed.

"Ah...an outstanding junior."

Exposed in public, the archbishop could no longer hide himself. The power of being framed was essentially different from the power he had. Judging from the strange purple halos that were respectful and numb to his scalp, even the most primitive magician could see how favored the archbishop was in front of him.

At this time, he was like a black hole, crazily absorbing the light around him.

The archbishop's void energy in his body was like a water valve being opened, and it could not be collected at all. The higher-level power was affecting him. Benedictus had felt this power in meditation countless times, but he knew very well that this was not the power given by his benefactor, but from another ancient god who was in the same level as his master but had never appeared in history.

He was secretly smug. There was no doubt that without any warning, the strange ancient god showed the other side of him hidden in front of his people without any concealment. What's more, he could not argue, because this was him, the real him, and that confused whisper sounded wildly in Benedictus's ears, disturbing his thinking.

Under the dual influence, the Archbishop no longer hides his power. He waved his hands, and the flesh and blood tentacles that erupted from the darkness swept through everything around him. The unexpected nobles were like food, and were corroded by the terrible power of the void in a scream.

“It shouldn’t be now…”

A low voice came from the purple halo like a shady curtain. Benedictus, who had completely exploded his power, had lost his human form. He murmured: "It shouldn't be now, but... the kingdom of worshiping the false gods will collapse today, and this is also...it's not impossible!"

"boom"

The Archbishop, wrapped in flesh and blood, raised his hand, and the deep and obscure void energy swept across Boval... The king behind him, Varian Wrien!

"Humans will die behind high walls, and they can't see any other way out!"

"In the sublimation of flesh and blood, you will understand why resistance is futile... Nothing will be corrupted, and the undead and the demon... are the same!"

"Protect the King!"

The paladin raised his shield, and the scorching heat of the holy light shone on the surface of the shield. He struggled to block the void shooting. But as the nobles were seriously injured under the rampant power of the void, Duke Berval angrily threw the long sword in his hand that was infused by the holy light, cutting off a flesh and blood tentacle that hit the king. Between the flow of dirty blood, Bishop Twilight's crazy laughter resounded throughout the fortress.

"Why resist? Instead of devoting oneself to death and kneeling down to me, the void will give you eternal life! If you see what I see, you will understand... there is no good, no evil, and no holy light...power! Only power! Only power!"

"boom"

The increasingly crazy flesh-and-blood tentacles were raging in the Storm Fortress like wild beasts, and even the stone steps on the top of the building were smashed down. Amid the archbishop's roar, the remaining people were trembling with trembling. The loyal royal guards rushed towards the monster that could not be defeated, but died one by one in the rampant force of flesh and blood.

"We serve the true master of this world! When their order comes, we will share his glory!"

"Clang"

A tentacle composed of pure shadow hit Duke Beval, who was guarding the king and nobles' departure. On this battlefield of flesh and blood, the grand duke shone with scorching holy light, and he struggled to cut off the tentacles that were smashed above his head, but the second tentacle followed closely. In Boval's counterattack with gritted teeth, a slender black shadow suddenly blocked in front of him.

"Catrina..."

Boval looked at the delicate countess in front of him, who looked at him with a complicated look. Then she turned her head and raised her hand. The slender arm quickly turned into a ferocious and sharp dragon claw, which collided with the flesh and blood tentacles. In the burning of the shadow flame wrapped in the dragon claws, the tentacles were quickly burned to pieces.

"Black dragons, come and protect your masters!"

At this moment, under the gaze of the Storm City people, more than 20 black dragons spread their wings from the nobles and flew to the top of the Storm Fortress. At the call of their new queen, the adult black dragons brutally lifted the stones at the top of the Storm Fortress, sprayed the scorching dragon breath on the heads of the increasingly terrifying flesh-and-blood monsters in the hall, while the young dragons flapped their wings and landed in front of the nobles who had escaped from the desperate situation. After a while, the black dragons carried the nobles who had escaped from death and left the battlefield of flesh-and-blood.

Varian, holding the unconscious queen Tiffany, sat behind a magnetic black dragon, looking back at the royal court that had been covered by dragon breath and void power. The ugly flesh and blood tentacles even penetrated into the sky and shot down the black dragon who came to help. This nightmare scene made the king's eyes full of... despair.
Chapter completed!