Azeroth Trail of Light

The offensive and defensive battle in the Eastern Plaguelands is over.

The Quel'Thalas elite legion that appeared at the end was like the last straw to overwhelm the camel, especially when Kael'thas appeared in person, bringing the wizards and Kel'Thuzad in the sky of East Dalungmir. After 3 attacks, Naxxramas finally returned sadly to the sky at the junction of Sidharonmir and Tirisfal.

Kel'Thuzad also lost his "God of War". The rampant hatred was shot into a real sieve by the Windrunner sisters. Its twisted spine was also used as a proof of glory and hung in the middle of Corin's intersection for people to admire. .

In this battle, the elites of the undead who invaded East Dalungmir were almost completely wiped out, including the commander of the School of Spiritualism, the archlich Leisfrost. The soul of was also imprisoned in the secret magic of the death knight, and the death knights planned to torture this soul and obtain information about Naxxramas from it.

The undead retreated across the board, and the Paladins sing forward. In almost 3 days, they recovered the entire Crusader fortress and Hearthglen. Even the city of the undead, Andorhal, was completely destroyed in a concentrated spell cast by the Earthen Legion. Turned into a ruin half buried in the ground, the "coward" summoner Araki blocked all the undead at the gate of the city, and at the cost of serious injuries, he fled into the Tirisfal area.

At this point, the battle situation has returned to the situation before the war, and this time, the Paladins have an absolute advantage. If it weren't for the exhaustion of the knights due to repeated fierce battles, I am afraid that these belligerent knights can push all the way to Tiree Sfa go.

It was at this time that Stratholme, who became safe again, welcomed a special guest.

In the moist morning mist, a guy in a gray cloak walked out of the forest path. He was holding a starry war horse in his hand. On the saddle, there was also a golden girl who looked around and looked around. Like a high elf, it is worth mentioning that the silver fire of justice, the weapon that has spread throughout northern Xinjiang, and even the entire world, is behind this single ponytail girl.

Early on receiving the news, Jaina and Liadrin, who were waiting at the back door of Stratholme, who had been under martial law, saw the girl and couldn't help but let out a completely unlady exclamation, and the blonde girl’s reaction was even more intense. She jumped directly off the star, cheering like a cannonball and rushed towards Jaina and Liadrin.

Soon, the three extremely seductive girls chatted together, and Dick's stubborn mouth under his hood also smiled.

Darion stepped forward to hug Dick and patted each other on the back, while Bridget who followed him didn't know how to face this old friend.

"Dick...I..."

As soon as Bridget spoke, he was interrupted by Dick reaching out. The Paladin looked down at the bright red mark on Bridget’s wrist. Miss Abidis seemed a little sad, trying to avoid Dick’s gaze. But in the end he put his wrists in front of him, and after a few seconds, Dick asked.

"I heard about General Abidis... it was a tragedy, but Bridget, my friend, are you really made up?"

Miss Abidis was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded silently.

"call…"

Dick took a deep breath, "You finally walked down this road, Bridget, I hope that even if it's tough, don't forget that you have friends here."

After speaking, the paladin patted Miss Abidis on the shoulder and retracted the star into the reins. As he walked past Bridget, he suddenly asked again.

"By the way, I heard that Admiral Barry Westwin, who disappeared in the fall of Lordaeron three years ago, is back. He is in Tyre now, right?"

This question was asked too suddenly, Bridget nodded subconsciously before even thinking about it, but after 1 second, she immediately realized that the situation was wrong, she took a step back, held the hilt, and watched vigilantly. At Dick, the next moment, Darion's fist slammed into the back of Bridget's head, and the female general rolled her eyes and fell softly into Darion's arms.

"Well done, Darian!"

Dick shrugged, his eyes narrowed, like a smirking fox, "Tie her up, Bridget is in a terrible situation. General Barry has a problem. Let her stay in Stratholme until the matter is resolved. By the way, you can try to influence her during this time, Darian."

This sentence made the young soldier stunned for a moment. He held Bridget on his shoulder, and then looked at Dick.

"What is used to influence Bridget? You know, she made a decision, and ten cows can't be brought back!"

"Use love! My child, if you don't want Bridget to die in a corner inexplicably, just find a way to influence her with love."

Dick’s ridicule made Darion blush. He tilted his head, but soon asked seriously.

"What about the Scarlet Crusaders? We put Bridget under house arrest and they will go crazy!"

Hearing this question, the paladin's eyes suddenly became cold.

"That's an organization that shouldn't exist from the beginning. If it wants to continue to exist, it's best to follow my ideas! My patience with Beijiang has long been used up."

After speaking, Dick turned and walked into Stratholme’s back door. Three chirping girls followed him. Dick opened his hood. Wherever he went, no matter whether he was a recruit or a veteran, he Pay tribute to him with respect, some civilians who have experienced the cruelest war, even half kneeling on the ground.

In this city, Dick has this qualification, and his bust is even now preserved in front of Stratholme City Hall.

His first title was Stratholme's savior. It was the first and most memorable step in Dick's legendary life.

Five minutes later, outside a hidden room on the third floor of City Hall, Dick took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open.

Warm sunlight shone into this somewhat small room from the window, and the flames in the fireplace were beating faintly, making the temperature of the room very pleasant.

A book was spread out on the table, and there were several bottles of old wine that had been opened. In front of the fireplace, a gray-haired old man sat with his back facing Dick, sitting by the flames, from his scattered clothes and some With his sloppy face, any paladin could recognize him.

The Ashbringer, Alessandro Mograine, the Punisher of Northern Frontier! Holy Light Walker!

His life has been magnificent. Anything can be regarded as a legend, but now, he is a poor old man and a bad drunkard.

Dick closed the door and strode forward. Instead of talking to Mograine, he sat down beside him, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and began to close his eyes to rest.

After 10 minutes of silence, a hoarse voice appeared.

"Did you come to see me making a joke? Dick"

The old knight took a bottle of wine from behind and poured it into his mouth without looking. He drank it fiercely, letting the fragrant liquid slip onto his clothes from the corner of his mouth.

"I gave you my son whom I didn't value, and you made him a hero. I took my son who I valued by my side and wanted to train him to be the next Ashbringer, but he almost wanted mine. Fate. Hehe, going to TM's family affection, it feels really bad."

Dick did not open his eyes, he put his hands behind his head and said slowly,

"As a father, you are a failure, Alessandro, but you have another son, and that rebellious son is still at large. If I were you, I would not waste time here."

The old knight chuckled, his laughter filled with sadness.

"I have no power, Dick! It doesn't respond to me anymore!"

While speaking, the old knight placed his hand on the dim Ashbringer holy sword beside him, and the weak holy light flowing in his body, but unlike the previous overbearing scorching holy light, the current Ashbringer is as silent as It is an abolished mortal soldier.

"I don't even have the power to punish that rebellious son. You don't understand, Dick, I have lost everything. If it weren't for Darion, I might have..., God, I can't even imagine that I have One day there will be thoughts of suicide."

Dick opened his eyes and looked at the depressed old knight.

"Alessandro, you are nearly 30 years older than me, but look at you now, Tirion lost the blessing of the Holy Light 4 years ago, but he is still tenacious as a 20-year-old. The young man of, he can't even do a death knight, but what about it? He is still the person who the undead natural disasters most want to kill, and his importance even exceeds you and surpasses the Ashbringer!"

"I'm not preaching to you, and I don't have the qualifications! But remember, you made the Ashbringer, not it made you!"

Dick turned around, moved his body, and placed his left hand on the shoulder of the great knight.

"Weapons will only be honored by the person who wields the weapon. You understand this better than I do."

The Paladin straightened his collar and strode out of the room.

"Early tomorrow morning, we are going to save Uther, your old friend, that poor man has been trapped in Naxxramas for almost 2 years. No one knows what misery has happened to him. If you want to come, Alessandro, I welcome it."

"There is also the Scarlet Crusade. If you don't plan to manage that bad organization anymore, I will use my method. It will kill a lot of people, but Beijiang will eventually settle down."

Dick opened the door and walked out. The room became quiet again. The old knight's hand rotated twice on the hilt of the Ashbringer. The weak holy light did not know how many times it was injected into the holy sword, but it was still cold. , When the old knight's fighting will collapsed, he knew that he had lost the approval of the holy sword.

Every artifact has its own will, no weapon will accept a master who denies its existence.

The old knight chuckled twice. He left the hilt of the sword and picked up the wine bottle again. Soon, a bottle of wine was eaten down. He spread his hands contentedly, and clinked the empty wine bottle in the warm temperature. He fell asleep in the rolling sound.

Maybe there, he was still that powerful old knight, maybe there, Renault was still his dearest son.

Things make people in the world, sometimes it is indifferent and unacceptable.