Azeroth Trail of Light

Silver Pine Forest, this is a place that has a great influence on Dick. In the summer 4 years ago, he traversed the remote road from Burning Wood Village and Alterac Mountains alone through this area that is said to have mysterious powers. The jungle, with a half-dead body, sent the news of victory on the battlefield ahead to Lordaeron.

That was the first time he appeared on the stage of this world as Dick Don.

The current Dick has already faded away from the original youth, especially when he appeared on the back of the Fenris Island guard position in the center of Lordamere Lake with the iconic fire of justice on his back, all who knew his name and his The soldiers who had deeds raised their hands and cheered.

"Dick! The Fire of Justice!"

"We have Dick! We have Dick!"

"Dick, take us to kick that group of undead ass!"

Well, it's vulgar. After all, a group of soldiers who have almost been beaten up can't count on their wording and sentence skills, but in general, the morale of the defender's position is still beyond Dick's imagination.

It seems that Marshal Gasiris is not a useless rubbish!

While Dick greeted the soldiers, he would throw a few groups of holy lights on the body of the seriously injured soldier. This action made the cheers louder.

The soldiers had just suffered an aggrieved defeat, but Dick knew that they were not the reason for the defeat.

After the demise of Lordaeron, the entire Tirisfal area was in chaos. Most of the vigorous forces were absorbed by Alsace’s undead legion, but there were still some lucky ones who escaped this terrible battle. massacre.

In addition to the iron barrel-like defense line of the Holy Light Monastery built by the old Mograine, in the southern part of Tirisfal, the Fourth Army led by Marshal Gasiris also withdrew into the border of Dalaran in time. After cooperating with the wizards and beating the undead by surprise, these soldiers became the only two remaining among the 60 civilians in Tirisfal.

However, after the Great Northern Xinjiang Conference, when the elite Gilneas brigade of the Gilneas Kingdom entered the Silver Pine Forest to lay out the defense line, Gaseris joined them decisively. These two people became the entire western part of Northern Xinjiang, the only ones still resisting. Military forces invaded by the undead.

I have to say that these great guys did a good job, and under their desperate efforts, they lost the undead commanded by Arthas. In the past few months, they just failed to step into the border of Dalaran.

But now, Alsace is back. This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Gilneas Brigade, those guys who call themselves "Grey Wolves" and are brave in fighting, have escaped this time!

The shameful escape, without even saying hello, this irresponsibility finally left behind, is the fourth legion's stomach and back, even Gasiris was seriously injured, had to retreat to Fenris Island disastrous ending.

At this time, of the two warriors, only less than 12,000 remained.

Frankly speaking, Gasiris is not actually a leader, at least the current Dick doesn't think so.

Seeing that most of his body was wrapped in a **** bandage, he was naked, sitting on a chair with his teeth gritted, and looking at his burly man with a blade-like look. Dick's eyes still flashed a little. curious.

Before meeting him, Dick's only inner impression of Gasiris was that this was a reckless fool who ignored the overall situation.

In the original history, when everyone stood up to resist the invasion of the undead, this guy actually threw Kael'thas, who had come to support, into the prison, forcibly forcing the Sin'dorei elves who were biased towards the alliance. , Joined the tribe.

But now, after seeing this tough guy with cold sweat on his face but forcing him to prevent himself from showing a little bit of weakness, Dick found that his eyes on these characters in the plot were still too subjective.

Gathiris was born in the Blackwood Lake in East Dalungmir. After he became a soldier, he was brave in combat. Even in the face of fierce orcs, he never took a step back, otherwise he would not be able to sit in the position of generals. The only drawback may be the high level of distrust of the elves, although Dick did not know where his distrust came from.

But to be honest, when Dick saw the battle report, this guy with his guards slammed Alsace’s arachnid army and opened a survival gap for a defeated soldier. His disgust disappeared.

When Dick looked at Gasiris, the Grand Marshal was also looking at the Paladin who had gained fame for nearly a year. He was not jealous of Dick. On the contrary, for those who came out of the Scout Troops of the Fourth Legion, he could go here. One step, there is a touch of pride in his heart.

"Dick? The man who defeated Arthas and his **** army in Quel'Thalas? It is said that you were once a hero scout of the Fourth Legion?"

"Yes, commander of the legion, long time no see. The last time I saw you was at the award ceremony of King Terenas four years ago."

Dick stood up and put his left hand on Gaserius’s shoulder. The warm power of the holy light poured into Gaseris’ body, which greatly supplemented the weak body of the brave warrior and also put his body in him. The hidden trace of undead toxin disappeared invisible.

"Then you came to see my joke?"

Gaseris laughed and moved his arms. He looked at Dick, a flash of approval flashed in his bright eyes, but he was saying something unclean.

"Tell you, boy, that **** Alsace wants to kill me, it's a hundred years too early!"

"..."

Dick sat in a chair and looked at Gasiris. He suddenly discovered that the character of the generals was very similar to Herod, who was kind of rough and straightforward. Although it sometimes made people angry, it was People who can't hate it.

The paladin rubbed his not-smooth chin, and he looked at Gathiris.

"No! Marshal, I'm here to inform you that at most the day after tomorrow, Stratholme will join the battle, and we will shoulder the Sebercher line of defense, but in these two days, I don’t care how tired the Fourth Army is, no matter how tired it is. How weak you are, I need you... to hold Sebochel to me!"

Dick's words made Gasser Lisboa's cheerful face become gloomy, and he hummed a disdainful nasal from his nostrils.

"Huh, just rely on you? A battle group of less than 3,000 people? I know that you are also responsible for the defense system of the ghost land...you...how much power can you and your Paladin produce?"

Dick responded to Gasiris's bright eyes, and his eyes were equally bright.

"I don't guarantee that Sebochel will not fall, but I can guarantee that Arthas must step on my corpse to cross that line of defense!"

"Bang! Good!"

Gasheris’s fist hit the table. This fierce action caused his wound to crack again, but the Grand Marshal ignored the pain. He stared at Dick closely, like a tiger that saw its prey, and a hunter. The lone wolf who was forced to the corner.

"The last comrade-in-arms abandoned me. As a result, I paid 8,000 heroic souls of the great guys before I survived. If you dare to joke about the lives of my soldiers and my brothers, I swear, I will kill you!"

Facing Gaseris’ anger, Dick stood up and left a word indifferently.

"I never make jokes with my life! Those guys who betrayed the oath, they will get retribution, I swear!"

Dick left, and a few minutes later, Gasheris's warrant spread throughout Fenris Island.

"Everyone prepares for battle! Target Sebochel! Defend the battle line for 1-2 days, and die until the last person!"

The silent Fourth Army took action immediately. This group of soldiers was like a pack of wolves licking their wounds. Although they were seriously injured, the moment they saw the hope of killing the hunters, this pack of wild wolves lost their homes. , Will become more and more crazy!

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Silverpine Forest, outside of Burnwood Village, near the Greymane Wall.

The last garrison of the Gilneas Brigade is resting here. They will be able to completely withdraw to the Gilneas Kingdom early tomorrow morning. At that time, the tall Greymane Wall will be completely closed, and the undead will be left to the Silver Hand. With Dalaran.

Gilneas has no plans to play this game anymore.

Major General Jean is in a tent illuminated by two oil lamps, writing a casualty report. As a member of the royal family who has received higher education since childhood, his heart is very disturbed. As a professional soldier, this should not appear to him. Case.

But Gene couldn't control his mind. When he thought of the scene where he ordered a secret retreat, Gene's heart was frightened.

He can't even sleep peacefully. As long as he closes his eyes and puts the Buddha, he can see the soldiers of the Fourth Legion being submerged by the endless sea of ​​undead. This kind of betrayal on the battlefield has made Jean's heart extremely tormented. He even plans to retire after returning to the country.

This retreat will erase the 400-year glory of the Gilneas Brigade. From then on, they will become traitors who have been cast aside.

"Your Majesty Greymane...you...what do you think!"

Major General Gene painfully unlocked the first button of his military uniform and poured a bottle of dwarf ale into his mouth. As a soldier, he could not defy the king’s order, but those politicians... they don’t know one at all. The pride of warriors.

"Swish..."

"Puff..."

A hurried sound of breaking through the air, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground that followed, awakened Jean, who was paralyzed by alcohol, from painful thinking. He vigilantly picked up his stabbing sword, which was used by Gilneas soldiers. Their weapons, their fighting style is like their national emblem, fierce wild wolf.

This vicious weapon dedicated to stabbing and bleeding is the Gilnean wolf fang, fierce and deadly.

Gene untied his pistol from his waist. This gunpowder weapon made by dwarves is not common in other human kingdoms, but it is still a very common weapon in Gilneas, where the sea is developed, even ordinary soldiers. Equipped with a long spear, instead of a crossbow, as its own long-range weapon.

The pistol of the major general is very delicate. This is a hand-made work by the dwarf masters. The exquisite mahogany handle is equipped with a golden gray wolf national emblem. This is a specially customized weapon on the day he became a major general.

But just when the major general walked out of his command camp, a smell of blood passed into his nostrils, which shocked Gene's heart, but before he shouted out the warning of the attack, three oncoming cold lights came. , He forced Gene back into the tent.

There was a loud jingle, and Gene struggled to send the assassin into the throat of an assassin, but that's it. The remaining two assassins pushed him into a desperate situation. Gene was just an excellent one. The commander, a brave soldier, was equally weak when facing the assassin's blade.

"You...who are you? Why...why are you attacking Gilneas soldiers!"

The aorta on Gene's leg was severed by a dagger. He could feel that life force was slowly passing through his body. He leaned against the tent table and asked with difficulty.

The assassin who turned to leave heard this sound, as if he was interested, and as if he had specially brought a word, he walked in front of Gene, squatted down, held the exquisite pistol in his hand, and played for a while. Then he said in a low and gloomy voice,

"Traitor, Fourth Legion and Mr. Dick, hello to you!"

"So... so so..."

Gene's eyes were dull, and when he looked closely, there seemed to be a hint of relief in those eyes.

The assassin who finished the job shook his head.

"The glory of the soldier is the battlefield, but unfortunately, you don't deserve this glory...burn it here! Let the scared wolf cubs, take a good look at the fate of the traitor!"

"Yes!"

That night, outside Fenmu Village, the lights were brightly lit.

The flames took away all the evil, and among the wafting ashes, the broken Gilneas flag fell down, as if it heralded the complete fall of the country's dignity.