Azeroth Trail of Light

On the roadside of the ghost land, after the sun rose, the warm breath gradually dissipated the mist. Dick picked up the long sword with a strong high elf style from the bodies of several elf soldiers, and dug a hole beside it. Although he didn't know each other, Dick still felt that it would be better for these loyal soldiers to settle down.

When Dick was busy, Liadrin leaned on her staff, looking sad and praying for the soldiers who died in order to protect her.

The two people who met did not communicate much. Although they recognized Liadrin, Dick didn’t think she was more noble than the others. In fact, after seeing Jaina, Uther and Arthas, Dick doesn't have much new feeling about these famous historical figures.

However, he is not curious, but it does not mean that Liadrin is not curious. Senior priests like Liadrin who have experienced the second orc war are very important to life, but they are more realistic, so after the death prayer is finished, Tired Liadrin sat on one side of the ground regardless of her image. She looked at Dick who was covering the pit and asked.

"What's your name? Human knight, why did you appear in the ghost land?"

Dick glanced at her and pointed at the knights who were about to be buried.

"Do you have holy water?"

"...Uh, yes!"

Liadrin took out three beautifully decorated crystal bottles from the storage ring on her finger, and handed them to Dick. They all said that the high elves lived luxuriously. This time Dick saw it with his own eyes, even if it was used to hold holy water. The bottle of the phoenix was also made with gold leaf by the craftsmen of the high elves.

Dick shook his head. He couldn't understand this meaningless luxury. He twisted the bottle and poured holy water surging with a little light on the corpses. After the three large bottles of holy water were poured, Dick was satisfied. Nodded, and returned the bottle to Liadrin.

"From now on, you'd better develop this habit. Every corpse must be sprinkled with holy water."

Dick continued to cover the soil with his sword, turning his head to say to Liadrin, who was shocked, a look of incomprehension appeared on her beautiful face.

"why?"

"Fur... do you know what happened in Lordaeron recently?"

Dick finished covering the last piece of dirt, took his pipe, sat next to Liadrin, spit out a puff of smoke, and said to her,

"The corpses were given action again by evil spells. Under the leadership of their villain master, they began to march into the world of the living. This was originally a matter of the human kingdom, but the worst thing is that their villain master now Coming towards Quel'Thalas to carry out a more evil plan."

Dick looked at Liadrin with curious eyes, with a hint of amusement on her face.

"What should you do?"

Facing Dick’s question, Liadrin did not doubt Dick’s words. As a Paladin, he could not lie, but she still smiled freely.

"They can't enter Quel'Thalas. The defensive runes will keep them out of us. Quel'Thalas will not fall!"

Dick shrugged. He had expected that this journey would not be too smooth, but judging from the completely non-false proud expression on Liadrin’s face, the defensive rune magic would not be broken. Become a part of the thinking of the high elves.

Of course, they also have reasons to be proud of.

Whether it is a terrible troll or a fierce orc, they have never set foot on the land of Quel'Thalas. Even the holy land of the Amani troll has become the current Silvermoon City, as long as Quel'Thalas No internal problems, this magic city is invincible.

The 18674 defensive runes surrounding the Quel'Thalas building firmly guarded this land. They have grown up with this land. The mystery of them can not even be seen by an archmage like Antonidas. , Unless the land of Quel'Thalas is completely destroyed, there is no way to break through this huge defensive circle.

Dick won’t bother to tell Liadrin that their Silvermoon Councillor, Archmage Dalkhan has rebelled, because this is a thankless thing. He only hopes to see King Anastrian now. , Or the more wise Kael'thas-Sunstrider, hope that the vision of this real high-level has not been limited, otherwise, Arthas and his necromantic army, it will only be a matter of time before Arthas and his necromantic army win this magic kingdom.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to Desom, and then I'm going to Silvermoon City."

Dick stretched out her hand towards Liadrin. The Elf lady looked at Dick who was wearing a silver helmet and hesitated, but in the end, she put the white jade-like fingers in his hand.

Of course, before leaving, Dick did not forget to take his trophy. Zulkin’s lynx incarnation failed to trigger the mission. This is the most regrettable thing, but when Dick opened the belly of the amazingly big purple lynx , He still found something good.

"Sylvanas' Lost Pendant"

"green"

"Explanation: This is a jewel pendant with the Windrunner's family crest. Its owner is the current Quel'Thalas Ranger General Sylvanas Windrunner. This should be the one she and Zul'jin had in the past. Lost in the battle, thank this crazy-haired lynx, it has brought you this personal “treasure” of the future Her Majesty the Queen!"

"The Spirit of the Beast-Lynx"

"blue"

"Use: Try to "inject spirit" for a weapon."

"Explanation: Beast spirits are the holy artifacts of druids and some troll tribes. They are almost everywhere, but they cannot appear out of thin air. They need carriers. Creatures are the most suitable. This is also the research direction of Zul'jin. But in fact, Chief Amani didn't know that another excellent carrier of the spirit of the beast was a weapon!"

Dick was riding on a horse, hugging Liadrin, who had a blushing face, and there was an extra pendant with no attributes on his neck. Although the former lord played in the league, Dick was actually a "queen fan."

As for the constantly twisting ball of light in the storage package, although he has a fire of justice at hand, Dick will not try to "inject the spirit" with his own divine tool. If there is a problem, it will not be worthwhile.

In the slow pace of the fat silver war horse, Desom quickly entered Dick's eyes.

Compared with the chilly floor space in the game, the real Desom looks like a qualified fortress, but the high elves may be too idle, because after getting close, Dick found that towering tower On the city wall, even skilled craftsmen painted two large Phoenix emblems for it.

This is the national emblem of Quel'Thalas and the family emblem of the Sunstrider family. This complex and beautiful picture can be seen almost everywhere in this land.

"You can let me down, Knight Dick!"

After approaching Desom, Ms. Liadrin with blushing cheeks whispered to Dick that she didn’t want to hear the scandals between herself and the human knight flying all over the sky. For the high elves of Chengping to this day, gossip scandals are nothing better than to kill time.

Dick responded, and the very gentleman helped Ms. Liadrin off the horse. He also took the reins of the warhorse and followed behind her, although the high elves have a "devil" figure and a more handsome body that human women don't have. Face, but Dick already has his own heart, so facing Liadrin, a beauty that is rare in Quel'Thalas, he just looked at it with an attitude of appreciation.

"Ms. Liadrin is back!"

"Open the gates!"

The eyesight of the elves is generally better, so when Dick and Liadrin approached the city wall, a sentry sent a message. Soon, Desom's heavy city gate was opened.

This is the first time that Dick has entered the city of high elves. Although it is only a military city, it still cannot conceal the prosperity of Quel'Thalas. The towering sharp-shaped cylindrical buildings are like corridors floating in the air and surrounding high towers. Slowly rotating detection and teleportation orbs, the elven soldiers going back and forth on the street, and the civilians living in Desom.

All this made Dick, who was about to forget his normal life in the war with the undead, once again experienced the taste of peace.

"Few people will not be shocked by Quel'Thalas, even Desom, it is like a small Quel'Thalas!"

After Liadrin reported to the commander of Desom about the attack, she volunteered to act as Dick’s guide and took him around the fortress city. Because it was close to East Dallonemir, it was here. The elves are no strangers to humans, but their arrogance from the bloodline prevents them from actively greeting Dick. On the contrary, Liadrin is almost the most popular person here.

The beautiful, golden, gentle and intellectual elder sisters are always sought after, which is the same in every world.

"Well, Ms. Liadrin, thank you for your explanation, but I have to go!"

An hour later, Dick, who had slightly replenished the holy water and supplies, and tasted two more high elf delicacies, stood at the gate of Desom’s city. He put his fist on his chest and knocked, and he was about to turn on his horse and face Kui. El'Thalas moved forward. Although he didn't know where Arthas was now, he knew that the king of death knights would not be silent for long.

"May the Holy Light bless you, kind knight."

Liadrin put her hand on the towering chest and leaned slightly towards Dick. The latter smiled, raised his whip, and the horse neighed. Soon, Dick disappeared at the end of Desom's gate.

Liadrin looked at the disappeared Paladin, frowned slightly, walked back to her office quickly, wrote a briefing, and then handed it to the elf mage who was in charge of transmitting the message.

Seeing the letter disappearing into the purple magic light, Liadrin's brows were loosened. She didn't like to owe favors, especially the kindness of life-saving. Dick came with good intentions, and his statement about "undead invasion" There is absolutely no market in Quel'Thalas, and it is foreseeable that even if he reaches Quel'Thalas, Dick will hit a wall everywhere.

So she intends to use her network to give Dick some help, and it can be regarded as a slight repayment of her life-saving kindness.

At this time, a fierce battle was underway on a large island near the sea in Quel'Thalas. On one side is a well-equipped and determined ranger unit, on the other side, there is a silent, deadly, enemy of all life, undead!

"Multiple arrows!"

The heroic female general held her bow high and stood in the middle of the already chaotic battlefield of the undead. Her gaze swept across the huge number of undead walking corpses coldly, and from the quiver behind she took out three silver arrows. Putting it on the bow, with a soft cry, the arrow flew out!

The silver ray quickly dispersed, and the three became nine, and the nine became the silver streamer that filled the battlefield. A single blow emptied one-fifth of the undead, but this was enough to make any army collapse. The offensive, but failed to arouse a little water wave, the undead continued to pounce on the stretched ranger troops.

What makes the soldiers most crashing is that the comrades killed by the undead will soon join the sequence of the undead, and their archery skills are not much weaker than they were before they were alive. In this way, one can lose the other, even though there are female generals struggling. Support, but in the face of the undead who have formed a sufficient army, the speed of her killing is far behind the speed of these guys' regeneration.

"Enough! Retreat! Rangers, retreat! Retreat to the defensive rune!"