Passing through Talon County again, it was already a day ago, and Dick took the time to see Little Pamela and Captain Redpath, because of the fall of Andorhar, the atmosphere in Talon County suddenly became tense, but the saying that it is difficult to leave the homeland is also very reasonable in this world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Redpass was training the militia for possible trouble, and Dick told him to take the villagers to the Hand of Tyr or the Chapel of Light's Wish as soon as he discovered the undead's intentions, and Redpass agreed.

As for Davi, this young man has already gone to the military camp of the Hand of Tyr to train as a paladin, and if there are no accidents, he will be a glorious Paladin of the Silver Hand by this time next year.

Dick was now on horseback, and as Gianna's nominal bodyguard, he stopped by the carriage in which Gianna was riding, playing with a silver coat of arms with the sign of a clenched fist.

This is the badge of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and it is also the symbol of Dick's joining the Knights, and this is the badge of the high-ranking knight that Uther himself handed over to him after completing "Uther's Dilemma".

Although Dick still needs to go through complex rituals and martial arts training within the Order to truly become a high-ranking knight, Uther has clearly recognized his abilities and qualifications just by relying on his performance in Andohar, single-handedly blocking a squad of undead.

In fact, Uther didn't know that Dick would only be so fierce when facing disorderly creatures, and when it came to combat effectiveness, Dick might not even be able to defeat a low-level knight.

Because he wanted to borrow the power of the Chapel of the Wish of Light, Uther only brought 100 knights who still had the strength to fight, don't underestimate this number, from the appearance of the paladin to the present, after a full 14 years of training, counting the total number of knights in the other six countries, it will definitely not exceed 3,000 people, and the Knights of the Silver Hand only have 1,500 paladins.

In the face of the millions, if not nearly tens of millions, of the sea of the undead transformed by the entire Quel'Salas Empire and all the creatures in the entire Dharon Mill region a year later, it is difficult to even hold on to such a small amount of strength.

This is also the reason for the final defeat of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the first generation of paladins led by Uther paid too much attention to quality and neglected quantity, even if the 1,500 people were all legendary paladins like Fordin, in the face of these nearly 10 million undead, is there any other choice than to die in battle?

This is not a game, it does not mean that as long as there are enough health bars and blue bars, you can fight like a perpetual motion machine, and no matter how tenacious a warrior is, he can't avoid the big problem of exhaustion.

However, Dick was now soft-spoken, and naturally he would not be arrogant enough to talk to Uther about these matters, he just followed Gianna's carriage in silence, and from time to time he winked at the eldest lady who lifted the curtains.

Near noon, the iconic spire of the Chapel of the Wish of Light appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and after the inauguration of the Paladin, Dick could also feel the energy of various attributes around him, just like now, although there was still at least a kilometer away from the Chapel, the smell of Holy Light in the air was vainly thick.

Even the holy energy in Dick's body, which was slowly recovering, also accelerated the speed of recovery at this moment, and the Righteous Fire Warhammer, which was carried behind him, seemed to have awakened, and began to actively absorb the power of the Holy Light, like a greedy child, Dick could even feel the cheering sound from this artifact.

Dick's eyes shrank, no wonder when natural disasters were rampant in the world, the Holy Light Wish Chapel could last for several years, just with this concentration of holy light, it is estimated that except for the Lich King, other undead could not even get close to this place.

"Behold, the wish of the Light, the Holy Land of the Light. ”

An old knight saw the look of shock on Dick's face, and couldn't help but ask,

"Most paladins come from here, and frankly, I've never seen the Light take such a favor to a person, Mr. Dick, you're probably a natural paladin. ”

Dick was a little embarrassed by this, he looked at the knight, who was not really old, and beat his chest with a smile, this etiquette represents a salute in the orc community, and in fact, in a human state, this gesture also represents goodwill between warriors.

"My name is Erigor, High Paladin, and thank you and Lady Gianna for saving us. ”

The old knight was very talkative, and while controlling the rhythm of the war horse, he chatted with Dick,

"You don't look like a local. ”

"Uh... Actually, I was born in the Kingdom of Stormwind. ”

Dick was shocked when he heard this name, Erigor, the famous warrior after Uther, he was also a hero who was given the surname "Dawnbringer", and in the years when Fordin did not return, this guy could be regarded as one of the leaders of the leaderless Silver Dawn.

Looking at the knight's curious expression, Dick struggled to recall his memories before he crossed over,

"16 years ago, my parents took me at the age of 5, with Lord Lothar and Prince Varian, to Lordaeron, I grew up here, and finally became a soldier of the kingdom of Lordaeron, after retiring, I also worked as a sheriff in Talon County for 3 years, and then I met Lady Gianna and became her squire, speaking of which, Lordaeron is also my country. ”

"Ah, I'm actually from the Kingdom of Stormwind, I was born on a small farm in the Western Wilderness, but the world is unpredictable, and now I'm wandering around Daron Mill, fighting those evil undead, and speaking of which, I haven't been back for more than ten years. ”

In this foreign country, Erigor rarely saw a fellow, his attitude immediately became a little more affectionate, the two chatted very well, after entering the Chapel of the Holy Light's Wish like a small town, before the two separated, Erigor enthusiastically promised that in his spare time, he would teach Dick some basic martial arts of the paladin.

It was a bonus, but before Dick could rejoice, he saw a man of some familiar shape, staggering from the side of the road outside the town, probably so tired that he had not taken a few steps before he fell to the ground.

Dick hurriedly dismounted and ran over, and said that the tired traveler had helped him up, and after seeing his face clearly, Dick's face also changed greatly, and he hurriedly called out to Uther and Gianna, who were greeting a middle-aged knight in full armor,

"Something has happened to the Prince of Arthas!

This loud voice immediately attracted everyone's attention, and even Farrick, who was extremely tired, couldn't help but clench Dick's hand, he couldn't even speak, but it didn't matter, Dick had already shouted out what he wanted to say.

Fifteen minutes later, Uther and Alessandro, along with 600 heavily armed paladins and attendants, marched from the Chapel of Light's Wish and swooped down on Zulmatha under the barely recovered Faric.

At the same time, in the deepest part of Stratholme's old city, a purple spatial rift was slowly opening, and small lightning bolts were swaying on the surface of the spatial rift, which, combined with the black void inside, made people take a few steps back in fear at a glance.

Before the spatial rift, a human nobleman in his 30s was playing with the lord's seal on his finger, he was wearing a black gorgeous robe, golden hair, at first glance, he was a nobleman of pure blood, his delicate face was expressionless, but if he looked closely, he could see a touch of excitement and distortion shining in the depths of his eyes.

This is Baron Rivendell, the de facto controller of the East D'Alon Mill region and the collaborator of the Cult of the Damned that secretly financed Kel'thugad, the first cultist of the Lich King in the Eastern Continent, and as such, he was also given powers by the Lich King through the hands of Kel'thugad that did not belong to mortals.

"Poof!"

A hideous, purple jewel-decorated claw with blood-red light pierced the spatial rift, and then another, like an ordinary person's "tearing" action, the two claws pulled hard, and the spatial rift that mortals did not dare to approach at all was torn apart entirely.

The energy of the riot swept through the room frantically, because of the summoning ceremony, and several cursed mages who had exhausted their mental strength died immediately under the impact of this wave of energy, while Rivendell just put his left hand in front of his eyes and made a "defensive" action.

The green and black energy formed an "anti-magic barrier" in front of him, effortlessly blocking the riotous energy.

The Baron's eyes narrowed slightly, as he surveyed the creature that appeared in front of him.

4 meters tall, with a pair of purple-black bat wings, and a pair of curved demon horns, head and face on the top of the head, like a demon in myths and legends, in addition, there is a pair of feet like curved hooves, and the gorgeous armor on its body is all blue-purple, but the flowing energy is consistent with the feeling of spiritual communication before.

Well, it seems that this mysterious Lord Marganis is undoubtedly this demon.

"You're Rivendell?"

After the appearance of this hideous demon, he immediately shrunk in size, and then sat on a chair in the house, stretched out his claws with slender blood-red nails, like ghoul claws, and pointed at Rivendell, although the demon's expression was generally more hideous, but Rivendell still felt a taste of "teasing" from this expression.

But he wasn't angry, he was a man who respected power, and this demon could obviously bring him more power, so there was nothing wrong with respecting it.

"Yes, Lord Marganis, I am Rivendell, a believer in the Lich King. ”

"Oh, I know you, that idiot from Kel'thugad died unexpectedly... Tsk, what a pity. ”

Marganis spread his paws and made a regretful expression.

"You took over his job, you did a good job, although it was a little late, but it's not a big problem, what about our little prince? I heard that you trapped him for three whole days, tsk, what a bold guy, I hope you won't regret it after you know his future identity, hahahaha"

Rivendell didn't answer the question, instead, he waited until Marganis' wild laughter was over, and then calmly asked,

"Then, Lord Marganis, all the preparations have been completed, when will the great master's orders be carried out?"

"Poof!"

Rivendell's body smashed straight into the wall behind him as if it had been hit by a mountain, but it didn't fall, and Marganis, who had regained his original size, stuck Ravendell's nose with his claws and pulled him to his hideous face.

"That's your master!Remember, little bug, in your eyes, Naozu may be powerful, but in front of me, who is loyal to a truly powerful force, he is just a lowly prisoner, so I don't need you to teach me how to do things, understand?"

The Dreadlord slapped Rivendell's face with his other claw, and the sharp claws cut several deep blood marks on his face, but Rivendell didn't struggle, or even refute, but asked with difficulty and respect,

"So, what are we going to do next?" ”

"Tsk, funny little bug, I like your humility, go ahead, do what Nao Zu commands, little prince... I'll leave it to me!hahahaha."

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Responding to Questions:

Regarding the population, seeing that the brothers are discussing the number of the undead in Hadohar, then here, I will explain to you how the nearly one million undead in Andohar came about. First of all, I saw on Baidu Encyclopedia (don't laugh, just this one source) that the earth was in the early Middle Ages, that is, in the first millennium AD, during the time of Charlemagne, the population of Europe had nearly 30 million, and in the middle of the Middle Ages, the population even reached 100 million!

And the Middle Ages of the earth are normal civilizations, and the human political construction of Azeroth has the shadow of the Middle Ages, and it is a magical civilization, but even if it is a magical civilization, I will not increase the total population for the time being, the Eastern Continent, as a quarter of the land of Azeroth, covers an area much larger than that of medieval Europe, but here we still calculate it according to a population of 100 million.

Human beings have lived and multiplied for nearly 3,000 years, covering two-thirds of the eastern continent, and the kingdom of Lordaeron is the first of the seven kingdoms of mankind, as we all know, in the case of civilization in the Middle Ages, as a large country, it must be the largest in population and area, so in this 100 million people, it should not be too much to divide 1500w to 2000w people to Lordaeron, right?

Lordaeron owns three inherent lands of Tirisfa, West Daron Mill, and East Daron Mill, as well as the Hillsbrad Hills jointly managed with the Alterac Kingdom, and part of the Arathi Highlands managed by Riptide Castle, but brothers who are familiar with the history of Warcraft know that the Alterac Kingdom was removed from the list for betrayal as early as after the Second War, and Riptide Fort has long since declined, so here, it is calculated according to the five administrative regions of Lordaeron.

The Dharon Mill region is the hinterland of Lordaeron, and according to the general political structure, there will inevitably be more people here, but we still calculate according to the average score, so the population of each region should be about 300w!

At the end of yesterday's chapter, I have already answered this question, but I will say it again, after the outbreak of the plague, the Knights of the Silver Hand, the Valley of the Hearth, and the garrison of Sidaron Mill worked together to eliminate some of the wandering undead, but the rest were gathered by Araki into the city of Andorhar, so I set the number of "nearly a million", if it is more realistic, this number is not exaggerated, on the contrary, for the sake of rationality, I have also compressed it a lot.

But then again, my way of calculating is inherently unscientific, and I'm not a sociological scholar, so I hope you can tolerate this kind of small problem that doesn't affect your reading.

By the way, I saw a brother who said that the official setting of Warcraft, the Northern Expedition only killed 50,000 people, this official setting, in fact, is for the game, too many NPCs will put pressure on the server, and it is not conducive to the game experience, so there will be a bizarre situation that all NPCs in the main city of Stormwind City add up to less than 1W, if it is reflected in the real world, Stormwind and Theramore are the only two main cities of human forces, then they will not be able to survive in this dangerous world at all.

I think that although it is not very good, the biggest advantage of humans being able to become the protagonist of Azeroth is actually their numbers and extremely fast reproduction!

Okay, let's go here for this problem~~~ It was originally placed in the author's words, but it turned out that there were up to 500 words, so it was put here, but fortunately, it has not been put on the shelves, and it will not be charged, so I hope the brothers will take care of it!

Finally, ask for a wave of votes, whether it is a recommendation or other gods, welcome to smash it on me, don't pity me! Or the previous promise, if you are really lucky enough to rush to the new book list in the new book period, at least 10 more thanks to your father and brother!!