Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 278 26. Spark

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

The elite Legion of Quel'Thalas, who appeared at the end, was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, especially when Kael'thas showed up in person, leading the mages and Kel'Thuzad in the sky of East Dalomere After attacking 3 times, Naxxramas could only sadly return to the sky at the junction of West Dalonmir and Tirisfal.

Kel'Thuzad also lost his God of War, that rampant abomination was shot into a real sieve by the Windrunner sisters, and its twisted spine was also used as a proof of glory, hanging in the center of Corin Crossing for people to admire .

In this battle, the undead elite who invaded East Dalomere were almost completely annihilated, including the commander of the Semantic Academy, the Grand Lich Les Frostwhisper, whose body was torn to pieces by Thassarian and the Ebon Knights. His soul was also imprisoned in the secret spell of the death knights. The death knights planned to torture this soul and get information about Naxxramas from it.

The undead retreated across the board, and the paladins marched forward triumphantly. In almost three days, they recovered the entire Crusader fortress and Hearthglen. Even the city of the undead, Andorhal, was completely destroyed by the concentrated spellcasting of the earth spirit army. It turned into a piece of ruins half buried in the ground. Araki, the Coward summoner, blocked all the undead at the gate of the city, and fled into the Tirisfal region at the cost of serious injuries.

So far, the battle situation has returned to the situation before the war, and this time, the paladins have an absolute advantage. If the knights were not exhausted due to repeated fierce battles, I am afraid that these belligerent knights could push all the way to Tiri Sfa to go.

It was at this time that Stratholme, which had become safe again, ushered in a special guest.

In the humid morning mist, a guy in a gray cloak walked out from the forest path. He was leading a starry horse in his hand. On the saddle, there was a golden girl looking around. Like a high elf, it is worth mentioning that the silver flame of justice, the weapon that has spread throughout northern borders, and even the entire world, is on the back of this single ponytail girl.

After receiving the news early, Jaina and Liadrin, who were waiting at the back door of Stratholme, which had been under martial law, couldn't help but let out an unladylike exclamation when they saw the girl, and the blond girl's reaction was even more violent, She jumped directly from the star, cheering and pounced on Jaina and Liadrin like a cannonball.

Soon, the three extremely eye-catching girls chatted together, and Dick smiled at the corner of his mouth, which was a bit stubbled under the hood.

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

Dick...I...

As soon as Bridget opened her mouth, Dick interrupted her with her hand. The paladin looked down at the bright red mark on Bridget's wrist. Miss Abedis seemed a little sad and wanted to avoid Dick's gaze. But finally folded his wrists in front of him, and after a few seconds, Dick asked,

I've heard about General Abbendis...it's a tragedy, but, Bridget, my friend, have you really made up your mind?

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

call…

Dick took a deep breath, You've finally made it this way, Bridget. I hope that no matter how hard it is, don't forget that you still have friends here.

After finishing speaking, the paladin patted Miss Abedis on the shoulder, and took Xingzhao back into the rein. Just as he walked past Bridget, he suddenly asked again,

By the way, I heard that Admiral Barry Weswin, who disappeared during the fall of Lordaeron three years ago, has returned. He is now in the hands of Tyr, right?

This question was asked so suddenly, Bridget nodded subconsciously before she even had time to think, but after 1 second, she immediately realized that something was wrong, she took a step back, held down the hilt of her sword, and watched vigilantly. Dick, but the next moment, Darian's fist hit Bridget on the back of the head very ungentlely, the female general rolled her eyes, and fell limp in Darian's arms.

Well done, Darien!

Dick shrugged and narrowed his eyes, like a smirking fox, Tie her up, Bridget is in a bad 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 period, Darian.

This sentence stunned the young soldier for a moment, he held Bridget on his shoulder, then looked at Dick,

What will be used to influence Bridget? You know, she made a decision, ten cows can't be pulled back!

Use love! My child, if you don't want Bridget to die somewhere inexplicably, try to influence her with love.

Dick's joking words made Darian blush, he tilted his head, but soon asked seriously,

What about the Scarlet Crusade? We put Bridget under house arrest, they will go crazy!

Hearing this question, the paladin's eyes suddenly became indifferent,

It's an organization that shouldn't have existed from the very beginning. If it wants to continue to exist, it's best to follow my ideas! My patience with Beijiang has long been exhausted.

After finishing speaking, Dick turned around and walked into the back passage of Stratholme, followed by three chattering girls. Dick lifted his hood, but wherever he went, no matter whether it was a recruit or a veteran Saluting him with full respect, some civilians who have experienced the cruelest war even half-kneeled on the ground.

In this city, Dick deserved it, and a bust of him even now stands in front of Stratholme Town Hall.

His first title, the Savior of Stratholme, was the first and most memorable step of Dick's legendary life.

Five minutes later, outside a secret room on the third floor of the city hall, Dick took a deep breath and gently opened the door.

Warm sunlight shone into this somewhat narrow room from the window, and the flame in the fireplace was beating weakly, 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 by the fire with his back to Dick. From his disheveled clothes and some With his scruffy face, any paladin would recognize him.

Ashbringer, Alessandro Mograine, Punisher of the North! Holy light agent!

His whole life has been magnificent, and any incident can be regarded as a legend, but now, he is a poor old man and a terrible alcoholic.

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

After 10 minutes of silence, a hoarse voice appeared.

Did you come to see my jokes, Dick?

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

I gave you my son I didn't value, and you raised him into a hero. I took my son I valued with me and tried to train him to be the next Ashbringer, but he almost took my Fate. Hehe, to fuck's family, this feels really bad.

Dick didn't 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 son is still at large. If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time here.

The old knight chuckled, the laughter was full of sadness,

I have no power, Dick! It doesn't answer me anymore!

As he spoke, the old knight put his hand on the dim Ashbringer holy sword beside him, and the weak holy light flowed in his body, but it was different from the domineering scorching holy light before, the current Ashbringer is silent like It's a scrapped soldier.

I don't even have the strength to punish that traitor, you don't understand, Dick, I've lost everything, if it wasn't for Darien, I might have..., God, I can't even imagine, I have One day I would have thoughts of suicide.

Dick opened his eyes, and he looked at the depressed old knight,

Alessandro, you are nearly 30 years older than me, but look at you now, Tirion lost the favor of the Holy Light 4 years ago, but he is still as tenacious as a 20-year-old A young man, he can't even do a death knight, but so what? He is still the one that the Scourge wants to kill the most, and his importance even surpasses you and the Ashbringer!

I'm not preaching to you, and I don't have the qualifications! But please remember, you make Ashbringer, not it makes you!

Dick turned around, moved his body, and put his left hand on the big knight's shoulder,

A weapon is only honored by the one who wields it, and you understand this better than I do.

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

Tomorrow morning, we will set off to rescue Uther, your old friend, that poor man has been trapped in Naxxramas for almost 2 years, and no one knows what happened to him If you want to come, Alessandro, I'm very welcome.

There is also the Scarlet Crusade. If you don't plan to manage that terrible organization anymore, I will use my method. Many people will die, but the northern border will eventually settle down.

Dick opened the door and went out. The room became quiet again. The old knight spun the Ashbringer's hilt twice. The faint holy light was poured into the holy sword for an unknown number of times, but it was still cold. , the moment the old knight's will to fight collapsed, he knew that he had lost the recognition of the holy sword.

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

The old knight laughed twice, his hand left the hilt, and picked up the wine bottle again. Soon, after drinking a bottle of wine, he spread his hands contentedly, and in the warm temperature, jingled the empty wine bottle With the sound of rolling, he fell asleep.

Maybe there, he is still that all-powerful old knight, maybe there, Renault is still his dearest son.

Things are funny, and sometimes it is unacceptably indifferent.

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