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The last appearance of the elite army of Quel'Salas was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, especially after Kael'thas himself appeared, and led the mage group and Kel'thugad to attack the sky of East Darloomir for 3 times, Naxxramas could only return to the sky at the junction of Sidaron Mill and Tirisfa.

Kel'thugad also lost his "god of war", the rampant abomination that had been shot into a real sieve by the Windranger sisters, and its twisted spine hung in the middle of the Kaulin junction as a proof of glory.

In this battle, the undead elite who invaded East Daloomir were almost completely wiped out, including the commander of the Psychic Academy, the Grand Lich Lesfrost, whose body was torn to shreds by Thassarian and the Knights of the Ebon Blade, and his soul was imprisoned in the secret spells of the Death Knights, who intended to torture this soul to obtain information about Naxxramas.

The undead retreated on all fronts, the paladins marched forward, and in almost 3 days, they recovered the entire Crusader fortress and the Valley of the Hearthh, and even the undead city of Andorhar, in a concentrated spell cast by the Earth Spirit Legion, was completely turned into a half-buried ruin, and the "coward" summoner Araki blocked all the undead at the gate of the city, and he fled into the Tirisfa region at the cost of serious injuries.

At this point, the battle situation has returned to the situation before the war, and this time, the paladin's side has an absolute advantage, if it were not for the repeated fierce battles that caused the knights to be tired, I am afraid that these belligerent knights would be able to push all the way to Tirisfa.

It was at this time that Stratholme, who had become safe again, welcomed a special guest.

In the humid morning mist, a guy in a gray cloak walked out of the forest path, he was holding a starlight wanton war horse in his hand, and on the saddle, there was also a golden girl looking left and right, looking like a high elf, it is worth mentioning that the silver fire of justice, which has spread throughout the northern frontier, and even the whole world, is behind the back of this single ponytail girl.

Gianna and Liadeline, who had received the news early and were waiting at the back door of Stratholme, which had been under martial law, couldn't help but let out a completely unladylike exclamation when they saw the girl, and the blonde girl's reaction was even more violent, she jumped directly from the star, and pounced on Gianna and Liadlin like cannonballs with cheers.

Soon, the three extremely eye-catching girls chatted together, and the corners of Dick's stubble under the hood were smiling.

Darien stepped forward to hug Dick and patted each other on the back, but Bridget, who was following him, didn't know what to do with the old friend.

"Dick... I..."

As soon as Bridget spoke, he was interrupted by Dick's outstretched hand, and the paladin looked down at the bright red sign on Bridget's wrist, Miss Abydis seemed a little gloomy, trying to avoid Dick's gaze, but finally folded her wrist in front of her, and after a few seconds, Dick asked,

"I heard about General Abydis... It was a tragedy, but, Bridget, my friend, have you really made up your mind?"

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

"Whew..."

Dick took a deep breath, "You've made it this way, Bridget, and I hope that even in the toughest times, I don't forget that you still have your friends here." ”

With that, the paladin patted Miss Abydis on the shoulder, took the star back into the reins, and as he walked past Bridget, he suddenly asked again,

"By the way, I heard that Admiral Barry Weswin, who disappeared in the fall of Lordaeron 3 years ago, is back, and he is now at the hands of Tyr, right?"

The question was asked so suddenly, Bridget didn't even have time to think about it, she nodded subconsciously, but after 1 second, she immediately realized that the situation was wrong, she took a step back, held down the hilt of the sword, and looked at Dick vigilantly, but the next moment, Darien's fist smashed on the back of Bridget's head very ungently, and the female general rolled her eyes and fell softly into Darian's arms.

"Well done, Darien!"

Dick shrugged his shoulders and his eyes narrowed, like a wicked fox, "Tie her up, Bridget is in a terrible situation, General Barry has a problem, let her stay in Stratholm until the matter is resolved, by the way, you can try to influence her in the meantime, Darian." ”

This sentence stunned the young warrior for a moment, and he put Bridget on his shoulder, and then looked at Dick,

"What do you use to influence Bridget? You know, she made a decision, and ten cows can't pull it back!"

"With love, child, if you don't want Bridget to die somewhere, find a way to influence her with love. ”

Dick's teasing remark made Darion blush, and he tilted his head, but soon asked very seriously,

"What about the Scarlet Crusaders? We've put Bridget under house arrest, they're going crazy!"

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

"It's an organization that shouldn't have existed in the first place, and if it wants to continue to exist, it's best to do what I think! ”

With that, Dick turned and walked into the back door of Stratholme, where three chirping girls followed him, Dick lifted his hood, and everywhere he went, recruits and veterans, saluted him with respect, some civilians who had experienced the most brutal wars, even half-kneeling on the ground.

In the city, Dick had this qualification, and his bust is even preserved in front of Stratholme Town Hall.

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

Five minutes later, outside a secluded room on the third floor of City Hall, Dick took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open.

Warm sunlight poured through the windows into the somewhat cramped room, and the fire in the fireplace flickered faintly, making the room a pleasant temperature.

A book was spread out on the table, and several bottles of old wine had been opened, and in front of the fireplace was an old man with gray hair sitting with his back to Dick, standing by the flames, and any paladin could recognize him from his disheveled clothes and somewhat scruffy face.

Alessandro Mograini, Alessandro Mograini, Recipher of the North!

His life was magnificent, and anything he could tell as a legend, but now, he was a poor old man and a terrible drunkard.

Dick closed the door, strode forward, and instead of speaking to Mograine, sat down beside him, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and began to close his eyes.

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 him, and poured it into his mouth without looking, and he drank it violently, allowing the fragrant wine to slide from the corner of his mouth into his clothes.

"I gave you my son whom I don't value, and you raised him to be a hero. I took my dear son with me to train him to be the next Ember Bringer, but he almost killed me. Oh, go to TM's affection, it 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 rebel son is still at large, and if I were you, I wouldn't waste my time here. ”

The old knight laughed, and his laughter was full of sadness,

"I have no strength, Dick! it doesn't answer me anymore!"

As he spoke, the old knight put his hand on the dim Ash Messenger Holy Sword beside him, and the weak Holy Light flowed in his body, but unlike the extremely domineering and scorching Holy Light before, the current Ash Messenger was silent like a scrapped mortal soldier.

"I don't even have the strength to punish that rebel, you don't understand, Dick, I've lost everything, and if it weren't for Darien, I might have been... Oh my God, I can't even imagine that one day I'll have suicidal thoughts. ”

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

"Alessandro, you're nearly 30 years older than me, but look at the way you look now, Tirio lost the favor of the Light 4 years ago, but he's still tenacious like a 20-year-old young man, he can't even do a Death Knight, but so what? He's still the one the one the Scourge wants to kill the most, and it's even more important than you, more than the Ashbringer!"

"I'm not preaching you, and I don't have that qualification!, but remember, you made the Ember Bringer, not it!"

Dick turned, moved his body, and pressed his left hand on the great knight's shoulder,

"Weapons are only glorified by the one wielding them, and you know that better than I do. ”

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

"Tomorrow morning, we are going to set out to save Uther, your old friend, that poor man has been trapped in Naxxramas for almost 2 years, and no one knows what miserable things have happened to him, if you want to come, Alessandro, I welcome you. ”

"And the Scarlet Crusaders, if you don't plan to run that bad organization anymore, I'll use my methods, and I'll kill a lot of people, but the North will eventually settle down. ”

Dick pushed open the door and walked out, the room became quiet again, the old knight's hand rotated twice on the hilt of the Ash Bringer, the faint light was poured into the holy sword for I don't know how many times, but it was still cold, and the moment the old knight's will to fight collapsed, he knew that he had lost the approval of the holy sword.

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

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

Maybe there, he was still the mighty old knight, maybe there, Renaud was still his dearest son.

The world makes people, and sometimes it is indifferent and difficult to accept.