Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 39 9. Northern Xinjiang Conference (Part 2)——Gageng III

Dick looked at Whitemane and the glaring young commanders around him, and he sarcastically said,

Do you know, I told you what I just said!

Do you know what is the concept of 2 million undead? Your fathers, your mentors, gathered the strength of the entire Silver Hand and even all the troops in the Dalomere region. It took 2 months to recover Andorhal. This number , Four times the number of undead in Andorhal! Knight Alessandro was seriously injured after only a brief contact!

Dick's voice grew louder, almost to a growl,

Do you really think that the Knights of the Silver Hand are invincible? Ask Uther, ask Dathrohan, even if they are exhausted, how many undead can they kill? 1W? 10W? Even the entire Knights of the Silver Hand All of us died in West Darlong Mill, and we still can't save the remaining citizens! After we fall, the innocent will become the next target of the undead Scourge. At that time, who will protect them?

You say that I am overdrawing the future of the Silver Hand? Yes, I am overdrawing this future, but if these countries cannot be tied to our chariot this time, what will you use to protect the civilians behind you? Use your The glory? Bullshit! That thing is worthless in front of the lives of the remaining 3 million citizens of Lordaeron!

Tell me! Miss Whitemane, if it were you, how are you going to get help from those countries? Do you kneel down and beg for them?

Facing Dick's snarl, Whitemane took a step back with a pale complexion, not only him, whoever Dick's devouring gaze turned to, could not help but back away, because the current Dick, like It was a lone wolf who was really driven to a dead end.

Wake up, you idiots! The city of Lordaeron is ruined! Lordaeron is dead! We are already homeless! You want to keep your honor, your decency, okay! You keep it it.

Dick shook his head, turned and left, his cold words reached the ears of every young man,

These things that will tarnish your glory, let me, who does not need glory, do it. I am a man, I am a fighter, I will never kneel down and beg others to give me a way out, I will use my fist , to win my life, or die in a fight for life.

If you still can't understand your situation, then we have nothing to say. Don't appear in front of me until you understand!

Dick turned and walked into the hall. No one dared to stand in front of him, including the ambassadors who had glared at him before. They were afraid of him. A person with nothing is the most terrifying because they have nothing to worry about. People who are desperate are also terrifying, because every time they fight, they are fighting with their own lives.

Eligor and Herold followed Dick firmly. Even Miss Abedis, who originally planned to have a heart-to-heart talk with her good sister Whitemane, hesitated for a few seconds and followed Dick again. into the hall.

A few young people were like eggplants beaten by frost. They felt that Dick's behavior was wrong, especially this kind of threatening behavior was completely different from the knight's code, but Dick's final speech was deafening. What they said made them unable to refute.

They even felt that the surrounding civilians and knights looked at them differently. That kind of gaze made their skin hot and made them feel ashamed. They wanted to run away, but just as they turned around, a tall figure blocked them. in front of them.

It was Uther, the pale-faced Grand Knight Alexandro, and the Grand Knight Dathrohan.

Father!

Whitemane raised her head blankly. Two voices in her heart were colliding. She wanted to get an answer from her father. Alessandro looked at his daughter. The old-fashioned knight shook his head and sighed.

Hey, I still protect you very well...Go to the battlefield, Whitemane, your questions will be answered there, and you all, get lost on the battlefield, I don't care who your father is , who is your grandfather, that young man is right, at the moment when the city of Lordaeron was destroyed, all we could do was fight!

You remember it for me!

Alessandro Mograine was unsuccessfully ambushed by Alsace's nerubian army. He is seeking a counterattack, and even entered the Dalomere region through the Silverpine Forest. Right now is the most powerful moment, and the whole A person is like a long sword drawn out of its scabbard, the sharpness makes all the young people stand up straight.

Dignity is earned, not awarded to you by others! Your current dignity is earned by us for you. Now, you should go and earn your own dignity!

Uther's words were softer, but this kind of gentleness was more like a soft knife cutting flesh, which made people more painful.

Look, look at the eyes of the commoners and knights looking at Dick, he left the glory for them, but the people behind him will help him pick up the glory and lift him to a higher position , you are always questioning why I gave Knight Dick so much power and let him lead a battle group alone, do you know the reason now?

Because he is a true warrior, and you are not worthy of this title!

Dathrohan made a brief summary, and then accompanied Uther and Alessandro, who had gone and returned, into the hall. Whitemane wiped his eyes. The beauty of the regiment was crying... She stubbornly followed behind her adoptive father and walked into the hall. She wanted to see how she was worse than the Dick whom everyone praised.

Yes, Whitemane will no longer compare his former lover Reynolds Mograine to Dick, because that is absolutely self-defeating.

An hour later, Dick appeared on the podium again, and almost all the participants in the first row off the stage had changed.

From left to right: Grand Knight Uther, Grand Lord Alexandro, Archmage Antonidas, Quel'Thalas Ranger-General Lothama Theron, and the Wildhammer dwarves came directly to Grand Lord Falstad Wildhammer, sitting next to him was Liam Greymane, the young prince of Gilneas, who accompanied him, and a Gilnean lord who almost changed history later, Lord Vincent Godfrey.

Sitting at the end of the first row was a tall figure wrapped in a black cloak, and Dick knew who he was.

Auriden Perenolde, the orthodox heir of the currently fragmented Alterac Kingdom, a traitor in the Second Orc War, and the heir of Aiden Perenolde, created the Arathi Highlands later on. Assassins, leader of the Syndicate.

The people who came this time were all real big shots, and most of them were in charge of the historical process of their own country.

It was also the first time for Dick to face such a big scene. He took a deep breath and said,

Very well, it seems that the principals have already arrived, so let's stop wasting time and discuss the business.

Wait... I doubt the sincerity of Knight Dick presiding over this meeting. Due to some of your previous remarks that did not comply with the rules and the knight manual, I think you'd better give the Kingdom of Gilneas a decent sincerity!

Baron Godfrey, who has the pale face of a standard aristocrat, interrupted Dick. This guy is like a tall and thin bamboo pole, but it is undeniable that Godfrey is definitely a skilled politician and an absolutely awesome hunter. If it wasn't for bad luck later on, he would most likely end the overlord of Northern Border 10 years later, the leader of the undead, the banshee queen who fascinated countless players-Sylvanas-Windrunner with one shot.

But at this time, Godfrey hadn't reached the level he would be 10 years later. Although his language was pungent, and the tone of his mouth was to suppress Dick, when his words fell to the ground, there was a trace of that man on Dick's face. thoughtful smile,

Oh, this one should be Lord Vincent Godfrey, Lord of the Grey Wolf from Gilneas. I don't know what kind of sincerity you want, but I think I am already very sincere, at least not Tell me about your secret plan to resist the undead Greymane Wall, isn't it? Or, your king has really made up his mind to rely on the crazy archmage Arugal, who summoned from the dream monsters against Arthas?

Dick smacked his lips. I advise you not to do that!

With just one sentence, all the pride and reserve on Baron Godfrey's face disappeared. He felt as if Dick had seen through his heart. The young Prince Liam was far from mature. He got up and shouted,

Where did you get this top-secret information? Knight... no, you evil spy! Thief!

But Dick no longer paid attention to them. Seeing the gloomy Baron Godfrey who was pressing Liam on the chair, Dick restrained his smile and turned his gaze to the High Lord of the Wildhammer sitting in the middle. Stud - Wildhammer, this lucky guy will become one of the three kings of the entire Azeroth dwarves in 10 years.

There was a relaxed smile on Falstad's square face, but Dick had no intention of flirting with these people,

If the Wildhammer dwarves are confident that the Poison Mist Canyon in the Hinterlands can block the peak of the undead soldiers, then you don't have to participate in this battle. We will withdraw all the soldiers from the Coldwind Camp. Anyway, the entrance to the Poison Canyon by Lake Darrowmere It’s so hard to find, maybe even the undead can’t find it!”

You... you actually know about the Poison Mist Canyon!! Enough, don't say any more! The Griffin Squadron will help you! But you have to swear by your faith, you can't tell others about the location of the Poison Mist Canyon!

Falstad's ease is gone. Half of the people know only two ways to get in and out of the Eagle's Nest Mountain in the Hinterlands from the Wildhammer dwarves. One is through the dwarf tunnel from the Arathi Highlands, and the other is from the Hills. The Brad Hills take the hilly road, but only the elders of the Wildhammer dwarves know that there is a huge boulder beside Lake Darrowmere. Behind the boulder, among the steep peaks, hides a canyon leading directly to Eagle's Nest Mountain. Foggy Canyon, this is almost one of the best kept secrets of the Wildhammer dwarves.

Dick glanced admiringly at the decisive Falstad, then turned his gaze to the Archmage Antonidas who had been stroking his beard and the eldest lady who was sitting beside him, blinking constantly. Dick showed a brilliant look smile,

Dear Mr. Archmage, we hope to get help from Dalaran.

Antonidas stroked his beard and spoke with ease,

The Kirin Tor council will dispatch battle mages, but I'm actually curious, what do you know about Dalaran?

Dick rubbed his chin, and spit out a sentence with a look of reminiscence on his face, When I was discharged from the army 3 years ago, I met a down-and-out old gentleman in Andorhal. After giving him a mug of ale, this old gentleman named Dio told me a story about Ebonchill.

When Antonidas heard these two names, the hand stroking his beard froze in place. He took a deep breath, looked at Dick cautiously,

After the war, you have to come to Dalaran!

Facing this request, Dick shrugged his shoulders, signaling that he understood, then he set his sights on the Prince of Alterac who had been silent all this time, and asked softly,

Prince Auriden, do you want to know where I got this news? I heard that some people are looking for you recently. They come from... Oh, yes, Ravenholdt Manor... I think I...

The Syndicate is willing to help you...but we need a place to hide!

O'Riden's status is the lowest, but he is also the most talkative. Faced with this request, Dick waved his hand,

Welcome to Stratholme!

When Dick turned his gaze to Lothama Theron, the great man who would become regent of the rebuilt Quel'Thalas Empire squinted at him.

Just as Dick opened his mouth, he stretched out his hand and interrupted Dick's words.

Before I came, Prince Kael'thas had ordered the ranger troops to set off to support the Knights of the Silver Hand. In return, we hope that the Silver Hand can help us train a group of elf paladins.

Dick glanced at Uther, then nodded.

Okay! That's fair!