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The cold wind suddenly rose and whistled through the forest. The dragon flapped its wings and rose upwards. The dimness of twilight became another color of his skin, helping him cover his tracks. Even if the night watchman in Elwynn Forest paid attention

Amid this strange gust of wind, I couldn't catch his shadow when I raised my head.

He landed in an open space in the forest. The wolves and other animals living here had long been scared away, and even if they saw him transform into a mortal form that posed no threat, they did not dare to approach.

The dragon stood up awkwardly, obviously not used to his new dwarf appearance. Dwarves don't attract attention easily, which is why he chose this form. But the long beard on his chin and slightly bloated fingers still made him feel a little strange.

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The dragon groaned. The high elf-like expression looked particularly abrupt on the dwarf's face.

He tried to lift his legs and move forward, but even such a simple movement seemed uncoordinated.

No, he didn't have time to continue worrying about his appearance at this moment. There would be a good show in Stormwind City tonight, and he couldn't miss it.

The Cataclysm seems to have just arrived. Deathwing has just left its mark on the city. The people of Stormwind are shrouded in the shadow of fear.

The Cathedral of the Holy Light, located in the church square, is really overcrowded. Common people, nobles, gentry, and many military officers are gathered here, ready to listen to the walk of Archbishop Benedictus. In the dark hour, only the Holy Light can give

They bring comfort.

The dragon controlled the dwarf's body to shuttle through the gaps in the crowd, approaching the front step by step. There was a short distance between Benedictus and the audience. Five guards holding spears and shields stood in the middle.

, beware of anyone approaching with evil intentions. There are two priests and four paladins on both sides of the archbishop, all of whom are his disciples.

The dwarf-like dragon looked at the audience and accidentally discovered that MI7 spies were also hiding among them. It seemed that the King of Stormwind valued Benedictus's safety very much.

It's a pity that the ruler didn't know that the person who put Stormwind City into panic was this respected archbishop. He was called "Father Twilight" and was Deathwing's agent among the mortal races. At this moment, he

Compared with the image of him who is glamorous and speaks the virtues of the Holy Light, the real person is a fanatic who pursues power and believes that only power is worth admiring.

Benedictus stood on the podium, with an open book placed on the stone base in front of him. His movements were gentle, his expression was peaceful, and his words seemed to be full of magic, allowing those who listened to his voice to concentrate on them. The dragon stood

In the crowd, you couldn't even hear the breathing of the people around you. The moonlight shone on Benedictus through the skylight of the dome, and the archbishop looked like a god.

The deception ends here. The dragon thought to himself. He raised his head and stared at the empty skylight outside. Everyone's attention was focused on Benedictus, and no one noticed the upcoming changes.

.A sinister smile appeared on the face of the giant dragon (dwarf).

A clear cracking sound sounded from above, and the fragments of the skylight fell in pieces, with a black shadow among them.

This incident broke the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the church, and people were at a loss. Benedictus also took two steps back in surprise. But he had not seen clearly the man who broke in from above the church and was standing on the stone foundation.

What did the man look like? A crescent-shaped war blade swung towards his neck. The archbishop felt a burst of wind pressure and saw the blood red produced when the war blade cut through the air. The force of this sweeping sweep was extremely strong, and the war blade again

Extremely sharp. In the few breaths after his head was cut off, Beneditassa was only confused by the spinning scene. But before everything in front of him turned to darkness, he realized that his plan had failed, and he had failed to live up to the death wish.

wing.

Perfect! The dragon almost burst out laughing. He was the only person present who felt happy after seeing the Archbishop's head fall to the ground.

The splattered blood soaked the smooth floor in the church. Benedictus' head rolled to the corner of the hall.

This shocking scene made it impossible for everyone to react for a moment. It wasn't until the assassin turned his face half-stained with blood that the people suddenly recovered from the shock, screaming and running away. The whole church was like boiling water.

It started to boil.

"Undead Assassin! Catch him!" A sonorous and powerful cry came from one of the Paladins guarding Benedictus.

Following the order, not only the soldiers inside the church gathered around, but also the sound of weapons and the curses of civilians pushing away were heard outside the church. Within a moment, dozens of heavily armed Stormwind soldiers were about to assassinate Benedita.

Si's murderers surrounded him tightly.

The giant dragon also hid behind a stone pillar, preparing to watch the battle.

"Don't let me down," he said.

That war blade was the incarnation of the nightmare of the living. In the hands of this assassin, souls were harvested one after another. The soldiers who approached all fell to the ground immediately.

The assassin's attacks were effortless and without pause. Every time he killed an enemy, the next attack was directed at another target. The blood was mixed with real blood, and it looked like a cruel dance.

Those who were supposed to protect Benedictus no longer thought about how to catch the murderer, they considered whether they could survive. Like wheat in autumn, they were harvested in clusters by the sword in the hands of the assassin.

The commotion attracted attention. More and more soldiers arrived. They fought bravely, but in the end this bravery was in vain.

Another soldier was killed by a powerful thrust. The assassin had just drawn his sword. At this time, a voice shouted: "Sin Killer!"

The spying dragon heard the voice and knew the identity of the assassin at this time. Sinslayer was now his name.

The man who shouted was tall and handsome. The scar on his face shone with perseverance, and the sword in his hand was supposed to be that person's weapon in the correct timeline.

"How dare you kill so many innocent people."

Faced with the accusation, the Sinslayer smiled ferociously, raised his war blade with a mocking tone, and pointed it at the King of Stormwind City.

Salamani pulsed impatiently in Varian's hands. His thick eyebrows knitted together. The corpses on the ground, and the Archbishop's head was missing... Strong anger burned explosively in the king's heart,

It almost made him suffocate.

"Some people actually think that you are the judge of evil." Varian gritted his teeth, "But you are the evil itself."

These words had an effect on the Sinslayer. He stood still and stopped attacking, allowing Varian's soldiers time to surround him. Hesitating, Varian seized this brief hesitation and rushed forward.

Come here. "For the Alliance!" He shouted loudly, jumped up with all his strength, and raised the twin swords. The ghost wolf's slashes struck the Sin-Slayer's head with a soul-shattering sound of wind.

What is surprising is that the Sinslayer was not disrupted by Varian's attack. He just took a step back, and the war blade immediately launched a counterattack, slashing downwards.

Varian staggered back and snorted. Although he luckily escaped, he still felt the strong airflow of the war blade scratching his face. The Sinslayer's expression was calm and focused... The weapon in his hand was extremely deadly.

'He is very strong, far beyond my expectation.' The dragon commented to the Sinslayer. One of his hands reached into his pocket. The skin on his palm immediately felt the coldness of the metal. When he saw

The Sinslayer's blade struck at Varian's lower left again, and the king raised Salamani and thrust it downward with all his strength. He took out what he had hidden, a beautiful-looking

hourglass.

A spell was recited from the giant dragon's mouth. The bronze dragon coiled on the top of the hourglass suddenly opened its eyes, and suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The entire Holy Light Cathedral was suddenly dyed with golden light. This strange light attracted everyone closely.

They surrounded them tightly and paused their time. Except for the Sin Slayer, he was not affected. But he noticed it and turned his head suddenly to look at the position of the dragon. At that moment, the two of them met their eyes. The dragon organized

The clothes came out slowly.

"Eternal Dragon?" The Sinslayer revealed his identity.

The dragon pretended to smile in distress, and clapped his hands, as if praising the slayer's bravery. "This is our first meeting, Your Excellency."

"I hate it when someone interrupts my battle." The man holding the war blade replied, his voice unusually smooth. "Disable your magic and get out."

"Is that so?" Eternal Dragon laughed. "Then you will miss an opponent worth fighting."

An opponent worth fighting? That is, an evenly matched opponent. The Sinslayer was aroused by these words. He glanced at Varian, who was motionless. The human king's frozen expression looked like a furious wolf, extremely ferocious.

But he doesn't need to deal with it with all his strength. In a duel, if the magic ticket is in hand, it will be no fun.

"Take your chance to explain, Eternal Dragon. Otherwise you will end up dead like Benedictus."

"Of course, of course." The smile on Eternal Dragon's face became more and more weird. "I will tell you everything, as long as you follow me."

Varian felt that the tip of the sword was about to contact the Sinslayer, so he pressed the blade down with all his strength.

Salamenes stabbed the air.

The king blinked and found that there was only air in front of him. The Sin-Slayer was gone.

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In the martial arts training ground in the Palace of Lordaeron, Nathanos is practicing using the Crescent Glaive that gathers the power of the ancient gods. The Forgotten King's hands are tightly grasping the handle in the middle of the blade, with grace and grace.

The weapon spun with deceptive ease.

Mortus waited outside the martial arts training ground and waited until Nathanos' movements stopped for a moment before speaking: "Your Majesty, in accordance with your order, the representatives have been sent out. But do you really not plan to go to Pandaria?"

Not only were his subjects surprised by his decision not to attend the White Tiger Temple trial, he believed that the Alliance and Horde would also be confused. For such an issue, Nathanos did not intend to face anyone except Sylvanas.

explain.

"It suddenly occurred to me that after the war, I seemed to have overlooked one thing."

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

"In the past few days, when we were exchanging prisoners of war with the Horde, I found that there are still some orcs who remain absolutely loyal to Garrosh."

Mortus didn't know why the king was worried about this. He responded with a bit of disdain: "But Garrosh is already a prisoner. They have failed, and their foolish loyalty is meaningless."

Nathanos obviously disagreed with the Grand Executor's view. He said: "I worry about the prisoners we captured. They know they have failed and there is nothing they can do. But what about the war criminals who escaped capture?"

Mortus thought of the Orgrimmar battle report. Of course, as a civilian, he had no right to read military documents.

"Except for Nazgrin, all the important generals under Garrosh's command have been killed, but there is still one person whose whereabouts are unknown."

The missing person means that the person is still alive, and may be dormant in the dark, ready to rescue Hellscream at any time. Mortus understood what Nathanos meant. In any case, leaving those guys alone is always a hidden danger.

"Who is it, Your Majesty?"

"Warlord of the Dragonmaw Clan, Zaira."

Nathanos seemed to hear rapid breathing next to him. However, the sound was very subtle and only he could hear it.

"Didn't you see her on the battlefield?"

"The alliance's battle report said that the female orc fought with Varian and then fell into the sea. However, her body was not found later."

"Maybe it was washed away by ocean currents or eaten by sharks."
To be continued...