The most complete players exchange buried in Neverland
Text: – Saif Ansari,
Translation: eso
Pastor of the body is aching, and she looked at his apprentice, he was the funeral procession for the dead soldiers. The deceased’s eyes were bloodshot, and a pair of eyes firmly fixed on the boy, apprentice side carefully with your fingers to draw in his possession a symbol of virtue Rune, while singing eulogies. Heart, arms, lips. Finally, the boy’s fingers ask the dead men’s eyes, I close them gently, his fingertips on the light gradually faded. Prayer to purify the remnants of the plague, the look of the dead horror gradually ease, calm face turned pale and stiff. This soul has finally escaped from the palm of the Lich King.
Ming Jiaoai Alfred boy slowly stood up, a copper stove lifeless hung in his hand. The pattern of copper stove outside has scratches and pit trap polished inner wall of darkness, Hong depleted.
Mia, who played for the Silver Hand, and later joined the Argent Dawn, and now is an Argent Crusade priest; riveted only dim, empty copper stove, not long ago, it also exudes comfort of light.
An empty copper stove. And her own.
His 13-year-old on the battlefield, with the dedication at the front with the life Mia, two from beginning to end for soldiers healing, funeral procession, until they one day die here. The war has eroded her power, did her desire to drain. She lifted her head and looked at the endless blizzard through the dilapidated Punta top. Azure snow blowing Ling-feng, like out of the reach of hope. Her and his comrades came to the end of the world, hoping to end the rule of the Lich King, and eventually found, but it is its own end of the fort.
The Mia Qingke a few times, shook his head. She was a little remorse, a priest should not succumb to this idea.
On both sides of the aisle scattered off the bones on the wall, get them out of the fortress. Fortress outside the court hung the huge skull of the beast in the blue flame is particularly gloomy. Churches and tombs emit unspeakable terror, the bulky hate walking through the square, and the remains scattered four. Frozen ground is full of the bodies of the zealots. Building built of blocks of bones, above each stone plate engraved skull taunting face the intruder to understand, here is the territory of the Lich King.
Mia and Alfred do everything we can for these fallen soldiers, but outside of the fighting continues. The sword collision, the dark church chimes and soldiers roar to form a grand symphony of terror. Lives lost just listen to the first currency of brutal music.
Mia can not get rid of their pessimism, she turned to the next guard.
Rearguard stood in the distance, carrying a large shield wow po, the fortress where the souls of inorganic can take advantage of. Captain soldiers carried back the bodies of soldiers, they move out of this mouth of the tomb, Mia, and Alfred is responsible for the rest of the work.
Mia side forward, while beads to count the bodies on the ground; male and female, Kaerduolei Sin’dorei, Delaney and dwarves, dwarf. Even there the terrible orcs and tauren, barbaric trolls. They wear the shirt of the Crusaders wow gold buying, and all enjoy the power safely to the afterlife. She kept pressing the fingertips of an old friend, prayer beads about to come down to earth rotation; tick, tick, they point out the cost of war.
Time disappeared in the darkness of eternal glaciers endless winter nights and churches. Soldiers out of guard troops from the front to back to back to the wounded and the dead, and wandering casualties, and then hurry to leave gold sellers, even to attend to that Xiemei Valkyrie. Time stalemate, sensory numbness. Jack brothers withdrew from the front, back, quivering palm to catch Mia’s shoulder. This sudden move startled her. Rest, my sister, And children, and the rest to us! Mia bowed, Alfred took Jack’s hand, bow snout his ring. She sighed, the boy is very tired; his eyes half closed, the hands of the copper stove feebly vertical feet. Drain this place did her strength, she could only work as one, no time to take care of the poor child; him around the clock to work dozens of hours.
The next patrol supplies when I go back gold cheap, Grab copper stove, wide open bloodshot eyes, looking for a positive expression from her face, If they attack over, I do not want to see you was taken away by them. The boy shook his head, apathy and persistent. Mia understand the need to made no dispute. Although there has never been the experience of children around the knee, but she cared for many babies in the second and third war. She is very familiar with this expression, the Plaguelands children face had this expression, and now they are no longer children. She can only choose to accept, accept them out of fear become indifferent face. And here, everything is so strange. She missed the smell of the Plaguelands, and I miss it exudes the smell of fog. There is very real, full of real sense, the stench of rotting lunged, it also brings the texture of life. However, here only the infinite cold, completely isolated.
The Mia pauses for a will, Alfred left for evacuation. The fortress at the entrance to the bonfire to send a warm light. She wanted to go back, back to that rotten filthy fortress, she can not suppress this impulse. Numerous people have told her, this place will bite your flesh and blood, and steal your soul and sucking your strength, and the most important thing is, it infects you, from the inside out, and the infection is not bacterial, but firmly believe in despair, you will fail.
She suddenly realized that he really has given up, she was ready to die here, buried in the grave. She trembled a little, realized that this sentence is ominous. It is indeed a grave. Call it the wrong fort, the name an illusion, as if control is what creatures. Mia wake up, graves residents only is dead, the dead in order to enter the tomb. What her heart began to freeze, the cold fear slowly sealed her body. She felt the cold, cold heart, so that the this Li Linglie wind and snow are not worth mentioning.
Alfred feels a bit wrong, and he turned around and stopped 20 yards in front of her. That was a sallow appearance of the old woman, her robe pale, lifeless. The old woman stood, alone, beside a bones snow, beside a vast bloodstains. She lifted her skirt to catch up with the boy, impatiently pressed against the lovely life. Guardian of Prayer Wing Chung in her mouth, her hand grasped the hand of the boy, to fill their hunger with his warmth.
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