fantasy reincarnation of warcraft

Chapter 121 Only the Holy Light Lives Forever

There was nothing to say all night, when Whitemane regained consciousness, she was already sitting on the dining table, eating something stiffly, spoon by spoon.

Like being suddenly interrupted while sleepwalking, this kind of scary thing is likely to lead to a nervous breakdown, but she has long been used to it.

Food that can be described as light or even rough, in fact, no matter how difficult the conditions are, as the great lord Whitemane, it is not necessary to be so poor, but she insists on this, day after day, which is really admirable.

But this is not Whitemane's own will. What people admire is her and not her. Her own will doesn't even know the taste of food. She is just a third party trapped in her body. I really don't know. How she survived these days.

Anyway, it was none of her business how the body behaved, Whitemane looked around boredly, and soon, Whitemane discovered something different from usual.

A dazzling red gold-trimmed gown hung on a hanger, and beside the gown stood an exquisite scepter, which reminded her that today was the day "she" would be crowned king.

One of the most critical items is missing here, which is the crown, but Whitemane knows that the newly forged silver crown is in the hands of the church at this time, and the archbishop elected by the night light will personally give it to her. Crowned, in the name of the Light.

Hehe, Holy Light...

Whitemane's heart was full of bitterness. She never thought of becoming a queen in her life, just like she never thought of becoming a high lord.

However, the sad thing is that the queen is only her body, or the thing that occupies her body has nothing to do with her, and she, the queen, is just a puppet, a tool for bad people to do bad things.

But what can she do, she is powerless to stop all this, and can only watch "myself" go nowhere.

Soon "she" finished eating these things, then stood up expressionlessly, and got dressed under the service of the servants.

The coronation ceremony was not held in the morning, but such an important ceremony naturally needed to be rehearsed in advance, at least to be familiar with the process first.

The current conditions do not allow too much luxury, but some rules still have to be paid attention to.

In this way, a morning passed, and Whitemane finally ushered in the most critical moment in her life.

The square in Nanhai Town was crowded with people. Most of them were wearing armor and weapons. Their faces were deep and determined. No one was happy or cheering. There were so many people, but the scene was eerily quiet.

They just watched that person silently, expecting her to be crowned, so that they could lead them to completely defeat their enemies.

Under such gazes, Whitemane moved forward firmly and powerfully. With her chest up and her head raised, she was as proud as a white swan, walking at one pace all the time, her unhurried posture was quite regal.

Finally, the ceremony came to the most critical moment. She walked up to the archbishop and knelt down on one knee. When the archbishop finished his oath, and after he personally put on her the crown and gave her the scepter symbolizing absolute power, Hillsborough The new queen of Ryder will be born here.

But some people don't want to see this scene...

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The last thing she wanted was her enemies, the remnants of Lordaeron and the conscious undead of Arthas.

They have been fighting for many years. If they hadn't been backed by dwarves, gnomes, and the Storm Kingdom, they would have been helpless. Stromgarde has completely left the alliance. This country that can't even control its own map will always be at the bottom of the alliance. , but its location was crucial, and he cut off the supply lines to the south, leaving them only to receive support from the sea.

Because there are no Forsaken at this time, the Polluter Legion naturally does not exist. The Arathi Basin is now completely controlled by Stromgarde. Without the Polluter to contain the main force of Stromgarde, their main city will naturally not Occupied by cats and dogs like ogres, the bridge connecting the north and south continents is not something everyone can pass through.

If at this time, the humans in Hillsbrad can be twisted together again, one can imagine how much pressure the survivors of Lordaeron will face.

In short, she cannot be allowed to ascend the throne.

Alsace stood on the peak of Mount Oku, quietly looking towards the direction of Nanhai Town. Behind him was a group of green-skinned dwarves, who were manipulating the things in their hands.

Ever since his war airship made its grand debut and crushed the undead army of the School of the Soul, he has never achieved such a magnificent record.

The war airship is indeed terrifying, but its slow movement is a major drawback. As long as you take precautions, the enemy can spot you from a long distance, and as long as a professional hunter shoots at the floating air balloon fiercely, the airship will probably make an emergency landing.

Although the mage of Dalaran has added a magic barrier to his airship, energy is a huge problem, since Quel'Thalas completely cut off news from them, where else can he go to buy so many magic crystals Woolen cloth?

Therefore, the airship can only open the magic barrier at the most critical time, which can turn the tide of the battle.

But this time Arthas didn't use his precious airship, because the goblin said there was something new.

Common sense told him that the goblin's new contraptions were dubious, but after seeing them live he decided to use them anyway.

"Chicken Team [-] is ready, sir, do you want to launch an attack?" A goblin walked up to Alsace in a military posture, and saluted while talking.

"Let's do it." Alsace nodded, but his eyes never left the direction of South Sea Town.

"Okay, let the chicks move!"

As this order was issued, there was a loud "cuckoo" sound on the mountain, and a large group of mechanical chickens fluttered their small wings. There were many large boxes tied to them. It is impossible to imagine how these small wings moved these boxes. Goblin work is always eccentric.

Alsace really wanted to know why the goblins bothered to add voices to these chicks, even though they were disposable items. They seemed to always like to do these meaningless things, but Alsace didn't ask, as long as they could To accomplish his purpose, you can make it whatever you want.

The chicks flew up tremblingly, looking very strenuous, so wobbly, I don't know how long it will take to fly to South Sea Town, but Alsace is not worried, because he has seen these strange items a long time ago , he knew that the pair of chicken wings was actually just a decoration.

Sure enough, when the chicks' heads were aimed at Nanhai Town, they began to raise their buttocks...

Orange-red flames spurted violently from the chicken's buttocks, and the group of chickens rushed out with lightning speed.

So, isn't this a rocket? Why do you have to look like chickens?

A few chickens broke away from the main force and turned into a firework in a circle, but most of them rushed towards Nanhai Town unswervingly.

Not long after the first team of chicks flew out, the second team of chicks also took off.

On the ground, after seeing streaks of flames appearing in the sky, several legions have already moved into action.

After the self-explosive chicks catch the enemy by surprise, these main forces will play a role in deciding the victory.

The chicken's speed was too fast. When the people of Nanhai Town discovered these strange items, they had no time to dodge. There were too many people, and it was difficult for them to squeeze out of every intersection like jelly.

However, these human beings were not as panicked as imagined. Many people, including Whitemane, watched the fireworks in the shining sky without saying a word.

come yet?Whitemane thought.

Such an important ceremony, the light of night will naturally not be defenseless. Although they don't know how to defend against Whitemane who is a puppet, she also knows that things will definitely not be simple. Sometimes she thinks, this coronation Is it just a bait?

In short, the survivors of Lordaeron will suffer heavy losses.

The chickens in the sky are getting faster and faster, so many chickens fall apart halfway, at least half of the explosive barrels inside will be wasted, and the goblin's works are still so unreliable.

Then Whitemane's keen eyes saw that some Syndicate mages had appeared on the walls and began to work magic.

To suffer!

Sure enough, Whitemane's prediction was realized in the next second. When the self-explosive chick was about to approach here, many portals appeared in the sky, and the chick plunged his head into the portal.

it's over...

At the same time, there were endless roars in the woods outside the city.

Whitemane didn't know if the Lordaeron Remnant army was lurking in the woods, and she could only hope that there wasn't.

A few lucky chickens passed by the portal, killing some humans, but these avengers were indifferent. After receiving the counterattack order, they drew their weapons and left here with the leadership of the knights.

Think of it as an appetizer before the ceremony.

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"Ahem!" Pushing away the soil that was pressing on him, Old Fording stood up in pain.

There is a salty fishy smell in the mouth and nose, and there is a smell of gunpowder after it was unearthed.

I was careless, I thought the plan was foolproof, but I didn't expect it to be terminated by a few portals.

The other side has never shown any magical power, and they thought that magic only belonged to their side, but they didn't expect to suffer a big loss at this juncture.

Looking around, there are ruins everywhere. Fortunately, these explosions are all concentrated. Only Fording's side was unlucky to be attacked, so the loss is acceptable.

But can't let the second wave of chicks be teleported here too.

"Where are the mages? Where are the snipers? Cut off their portals!" Old Fording roared. At this moment, they no longer cared about the issue of being exposed, and all stood up and began to obstruct the Syndicate mages.

However, in any case, this sneak attack ended in failure, and it was the party that got the upper hand that got the upper hand instead.

Looking at the two sides who were fighting to the death below, Whitemane was filled with pain.

They are all good people, each with a bleak story.

But now, these good people are still being used by bad people, and they sacrifice their lives innocently.

Holy Light, if you really exist, please save these people...

But as soon as he uttered such a prayer, Whitemane laughed at himself.

holy light?How many times has she prayed for the Holy Light over the years, and now she can clearly tell others that the Holy Light does not exist at all.

"No! Everything in this world can be annihilated, but the holy light lasts forever!"

(End of this chapter)