Stratholme God

Chapter 1061 To the whimper and roar in the dark night
The scheduled time was approaching minute by minute, and the advancement of the alliance army, like the irresistible raging waves, completed the final momentum before the attack.

Anduin Lothar stood on the top of the Mordresa Fortress, letting the cold wind blow over his body, making the cloak flutter behind him.

The world is frozen, the body is cold, only his soul is hot.

He opened the spiritual network connecting all the death knights of the entire Ebon Blade Knights, and his thick male voice rang in the ears of thousands of death knights.

"All the knights of the Black Blade Knights, first of all congratulations, our mission has been completed."

As soon as the words fell, there was a low-pitched commotion in the mental circuit, and then it became quiet again.

"As a person who is fortunate to have worked with the Alliance, no, the greatest strategist and tactician in the history of human beings in Azeroth - Duke MacDonald Stratholme. I can tell you very responsibly that at this point One step, regardless of whether we really rebel against the Lich King or not, the Grand Duke has definitely counted all the reactions and countermeasures of the Scourge, and the fall of Icecrown Glacier has become inevitable."

"it is good!"

"Oooo--"

There were more than a hundred excited voices in the circuit, and then the death knights calmed down again.

Lothar spoke again: "We have completed the task of cooperating with the alliance, but is this enough?"

"not enough!"

"Definitely not enough!"

"Where is our revenge!?"

Lothar's eyes seemed to transcend the constraints of time and space, scanning the cheeks of every death knight on this ice sheet.The death knights fell silent again. They knew that what followed would be their leader's monologue, which was also the first and probably the last announcement of the Knights of the Ebon Blade.

"Brothers of the Ebon Blade Knights, you were all brave men in your lifetime"

"The wounds on your bodies, the blood on your swords...don't need to hide!"

"We were indeed killed, and then raised our swords and slaughtered countless people who we have always cherished in the past, present, and future."

"The Lich King says... we are sinful, we deserve to fall!"

"The Lich King says...we are not to be tolerated by the living, but to perish in the realm of the dead."

"The Lich King said . . . to clean us of our unruliness, it was like wiping off dirt.

"But what's the price!?"

"The price of going up the stairs is bowing your head!"

"I lower my head, but what I remember is the past!"

"I remember that I wore good clothes, I remember that I had a beautiful cloak, I remember how I didn't kneel, I remembered that I was desperate, I remember! Not only me, we all remember!"

When they said this, thousands of death knights suddenly lifted their spirits, and for the first time there was a strange look in their green eyes.They raised their heads one after another, and looked at the leader at the top of Moderesa from a distance in the void.

The heart that was supposed to not beat in his chest seemed to be beating violently again.

"How can we control our fate by taking away the Lich King who holds everything we hold dear!?"

"Why would you be thankful for the Lich King's gift while wearing ragged clothes and a cloak!?"

"Why can't I even cry when I die!?"

"Why? Why—"

Lothar's words echoed like a bell in the soul of every death knight, shaking people's hearts.

The dead have no tears!
But the soul can weep!
At some point, drops of green, translucent, half-empty, half-solid tears of the soul began to swirl around the dry eye sockets.

"Who says you can't do anything after you die?"

"Who said that after being bound by the soul, even the most humble revenge can't be done?"

"Who said that those who stand in the holy light are considered heroes?"

"Can't we do it now?"

"However, is it enough to introduce the alliance army? Satisfied?"

The echo of the soul, in exchange for thousands of elite death knights roaring in reality!
"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!"

The momentum is like a rainbow, overwhelming!

The abnormal behavior of the death knights made the other undead bewildered.

Lothar's roar resounded in all directions: "Then what are we going to do?"

The death knights roared out the announcement agreed earlier: "With vengeful fury—give eternal destruction to the Lich King!"

As soon as this remark came out, the other undead around were all shocked.

Such surging mental power even made all the natural disaster bosses in Icecrown Glacier feel it.

Terenas' brows seemed to be huddled in pain, he subconsciously wanted to wake up, but the spiritual power of the ancient evil god lurking in his spiritual sea immediately took advantage of it and bit him severely.

He seemed to have entered an eternal nightmare, kept screaming in a low voice, and even trembled slightly, unable to wake up.

At the same time, after hearing the incomparably loud spiritual voice from Modereza, all the leaders of the alliance were shocked. Varian, who was already in place, had a sore nose and wanted to cry on the spot.

In the headquarters, McDonnell took a glass full of champagne from the handmaiden Calpurnia.

Facing the snow-capped Icecrown Glacier, he swung his hand from a distance, and for some reason, he said a very philosophical sentence——

"To the whimpers and roars in the night!"

whimper?
roar?
Yes!All yes!

The living will only cast aside those souls who succumbed to [Frostmourne] from their own perspective, out of fear or anger, but who has ever thought about their suffering, their pain!

The tearing feeling brought about by Lothar's sobs when he declared, seemed to tear their hearts together at that moment.

Maybe it was to wish victory, or to mourn the compatriots who passed away and had to be thieves. In the military meeting hall, the leaders raised their glasses one by one and said in unison:
"To the whimpers and roars in the night!"

In the next second, an unknown number of glasses were slammed to the ground.

In the next second, an unknown number of shells turned into torrential rain, pouring down on the ice and snow plateau full of curses and evil in Icecrown Glacier.

At the same time, the figure of the black armor turned into a raging wave of revenge and a torrent of destruction, pouring out from various natural disaster fortresses.

They galloped on the cliffs, galloped at the top of the city, and galloped in every incredible place, destroying the Scourge soldiers one by one.

in a trance...

It's like going back to the past when I was a knight apprentice in my childhood, swinging wooden weapons with all my strength at each hayman.

That was the hardest past, but also the sweetest past!
Time flies!
Their swords bear glory no more!No more joy and future!

However, even if this sword of vengeance that is destined to have no future can only represent themselves, they still have to use it to issue——

【Whimpering and Roaring in the Dark Night】!
　That's right, this chapter is a tribute to "The Lonely Brave", and it is Zuyana's cherished version.

　　That level of anger reminded me of my career collapse in 2015, when my son was just born, but I was in debt and didn't even have money for milk powder.

　　Quite desperate in the dark, I can only fight to the death, and return to the time when I started writing novels.

　　Brothers and sisters who can still read this chapter, go and listen to it, the song about tooth decay is super amazing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)