Weatherwind is a common village in Quel'Salas, but now it has become a large military camp, where ranger and mage units are renovating their camps, and teams of elite rangers have been tasked with scattering across the Wraith Lands to send information back to the base camp. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dick was waiting outside the ornate tent adorned with the flaming phoenix emblem, he couldn't understand why Sylvanas, who had never been in contact before, would suddenly recruit him, but he had come all the way from the edge of the Ghost Lands and already understood how fast Arthas's march was.

In just one night, the seventeen cemeteries of the entire Ghost Land were all excavated, and the fragile army of walking corpses, under the command of the Death Knight and the Cursed Mage, broke through the three strongholds of the Ranger Force overnight, and all 140 Ranger and Mages died.

Sylvanas didn't expect that the situation would be so bad just one night after the encounter, and the situation in the Ghost Lands was rapidly deteriorating, and now the burden had fallen on her shoulders.

"Mr. Paladin, Your Excellency the General is waiting for you, please come with me!"

Dick from the Wraiths waited less than ten minutes before a ranger with a longbow came to him, and Dick tied up his horse and followed the expressionless ranger into the tent, only to see a seductive body standing not far from him.

Sylvanas probably didn't know what kind of effect his outfit would have on Dick, and to be honest, she didn't care, but Dick could feel that his breathing was heavy at this moment, and the holy light energy flowed through his body before he calmed down.

He is truly the future king of banshees!

"You're the knight commander of Dick Don Lordaeron?"

Sylvanas turned her head and looked Dick up and down, who was also observing the queen who had left a great name in history, and to be honest, when this rather recognizable face appeared in Dick's eyes, the allure and amazement disappeared in an instant.

Dick had seen this face hundreds of times, and although it was the first time he had seen her in reality, Dick's heart had no fluctuations.

"Yes, General Sylvanas, I'm the head of the Stratholme Warband, High Knight Dick Don!"

Dick put his fist on his chest and patted it, this indifferent attitude made Sylvanas, who had been observing him, a little surprised in his heart, this was the first time she had seen a human who was not attracted by her appearance.

But now that the war was scorching, and His Excellency the General did not have time to focus on these things, she looked at Dick solemnly,

"I heard you're here to warn Quel'Thalas?

Dick shrugged.

"I don't think I need my warning now, Arthas has proved his goal with his actions, which is Quel'Thalas! Of course, I know that his real target is the Sunwell, but I think you won't believe it even if I say it, right?"

"Of course. ”

Sylvanas narrowed her eyes and said in a nonchalant tone,

"As long as the defensive runes are still there, no undead will want to set foot in Quel'Thalas, but you have also seen that Arthas is invading the Wraith Lands, and Quel'Thalas and the High Elves will not give up any piece of the land, this is the first time we have dealt with the undead, so I need an adjutant who is familiar with the situation, you are very suitable!"

"Defense runes!

Dick shook his head, he simply didn't know what to say to these stubborn elves, they were superstitious about the power of defensive runes, and they would eventually fail at this point, history had proven it, Dick didn't want the tragedy to happen again, but for now, Sylvanas wasn't the one to be sober.

So he decisively rejected Sylvanas's solicitation,

"I'm sorry, General Sylvanas, I have more important things to do, and I don't have time to waste with you!"

With that, Dick was about to turn away, but his words were mistaken for fear by the haughty Sylvanas,

"Coward!"

Sylvanas's voice became more and more cold, and she looked at Dick as he twisted his body,

"In just one night and one morning, three Ranger strongholds have been breached, 140 Quel'Thallas elves have died in the attack, their bones are gone, even their souls have been dissipated, I will not allow my people to suffer such a nightmare, for fear of sticking to blood, get out of Quel'Thalas, this is not a weak human kingdom! We will not let your fallen prince run rampant in our land. ”

Dick tilted his head, and his originally peaceful face was covered with frost,

"You call me a coward, and you want to stop Arthas?...? You have no idea what kind of enemy you are fighting, stupid and arrogant elves, you have no idea what will happen to you! I will not participate in a war that you must lose, goodbye!"

Dick shook off the black coat behind his back and put his helmet on top of his head, but as soon as he left the tent, he said to Sylvanas,

"To be able to summon the spirits of seventeen cemeteries in one night, Arthas alone can't do it, so I guess this time he should use a flying class like gargoyles, if I were you, I would carefully search every inch of this sky, and your reserves of holy water are too small, and the number of priests is insufficient..."

"Get out!"

Kind persuasion, got a bad response, Dick left the tent without looking back, untied the reins of the war horse, took one last look at the elven soldiers who were already fully mobilized, shook his head, and drove the war horse in the direction of the ghost land.

Just like in history, the arrogant elves did not know enough about the undead, not only did they not recruit the priests and the few paladins of Quel'Salas to join the army, but even the strategic material such as holy water was quite poorly prepared.

The two sides engaged in a large-scale legion war in the Wraith Lands, and as a result, as more and more soldiers fell on both sides, the undead side also became more and more powerful, and when the mage army ran out of magic, they had only one way to go.

In retrospect, Sylvanas should have died in this battle.

But Dick doesn't have any affection for this domineering female elf now, and when the game's indifferent queen comes to reality, she is just a nasty iceberg girl.

But Dick didn't actually deceive Sylvanas, he did have a very important thing to do, and after three hours of galloping, Dick finally returned to Dysom in the Ghost Lands, but instead of entering the city, he walked around the city, and finally found a makeshift camp in the woodland not far from Desom.

That was his only reinforcement in Quel'Thalas, the elven paladins from the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Before Dick entered the territory of Quel'Thalas, he wrote a letter to the Knights of the Silver Hand, which included a request for assistance, there are not many elven paladins in the Knights of the Silver Hand, because the high elves believe in the power of magic, and even there are few priests, but the current commander of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Dassault Khan, after receiving Dick's letter, sent all the active elven paladins back as soon as possible.

Dick turned and dismounted, and went into the jungle, where he saw a familiar figure sitting on the outskirts of the camp, and he shouted,

"Myra!"

"Who?"

The elven paladin Myra-Dawnblade, who was carrying a blood-colored greatsword, glanced back, and when he saw Dick, he was visibly relieved, and the paladin, who had inherited the height and face of the elves, quickly stepped forward and gave Dick a warm hug.

Myra is another disciple of Uther, who is said to be an orphan High Elf who has been learning the Way of Light since she was adopted by Uther, and is now a High Knight.

He was also the leader of the elven paladins who joined the Order of the Silver Hand for various reasons, and Myra knew that it was Dick who gave his mentor Uther the opportunity to keep his soul, so he was also very enthusiastic about Dick.

After sitting in the camp for a few minutes, the other elven paladins who had received the message from Myra also rushed back from outside the camp, a total of 37 people, and before they set out, they were instructed that the Righteous Fire - Dick would be their temporary commander.

"No more nonsense, brothers!"

Dick stood up and said to the paladins who were looking at him,

"I'm sure you already know that the Alsace bastard has reached out to Quel'Thalas, this is your homeland, and I'm sure you're willing to give everything for it!, but the Silver Hand is still resisting the undead of Lordaeron, so we're left alone!"

"We can actually unite with Silvermoon City, King Anastarian is a wise mage, he..."

Myra looked in the direction of Quel'Thallas and suggested to Dick, but was interrupted by Dick, who looked at Myra sternly,

"My brother, I've tried, but your Ranger General, Sylvanas Windranger, is stubborn, she wants to lead the Ranger troops and wage a major war with the undead in the Wraithlands, and she won't even let me stay in Quel'Thalas!"

"Is Windranger crazy?!"

A young elven paladin shouted excitedly,

"Ordinary wars can't deal with large-scale undead at all, they can only become the source of Alsace's troops! Only large-scale attacks of holy light and holy water can suppress them!"

"Yes, Byrne, you're right! I suggested that they recruit priests and prepare holy water, but it seems that General Sylvanas would not take my advice..."

Dick shrugged, but before he could finish his sentence, the sound of the task triggering sounded in his head.

"Drop... Trigger the quest and die on another day!"

"Arthas's goal is the Sunwell, and he won't stop killing until he reaches that goal, but maybe we can try to slow down his destruction. ”

"Description: Try to save Sylvanas - Windranger. Note: This task is the second node of the pause of the historical wheel of large-scale tasks, which cannot be given up or rejected, and the large-scale task will be judged to fail after failure!"

"Uh..."

Dick took a deep breath, he clenched his fists, and then relaxed, he looked at the paladins in front of him, the words he had prepared were no longer able to speak, and after a few seconds, Dick spoke again with a blank face.

"Brothers, I know this will be difficult for us to do, but I can't sit idly by, whether out of personal vendetta or public anger, and I can't sit idly by and watch Quel'Thallas suffer the same fate as Lordaeron, so brothers... Let's act, go to Dysom to recruit priests and soldiers who are willing to join us, prepare holy water, and we will also go to war, at least... At the very least, she must save Sylvanas, and only she can change the decision of the Sunstrider at this time!"

Dick finished speaking, and swept the eyes of all the elven paladins again,

"It's a difficult task, and I'm not even sure of it, so I'm not going to force you to join this outlaw journey, but... There are some things that we can't afford not to do, so... Give you ten minutes to think about it, and in ten minutes, it's time for us to join this war!"

Dick turned and walked out of the camp. Ten minutes later, when Dick returned, there were 37 men, quite a few of them standing across from him, Myrah-Dawnblade standing across from him, looking at Dick's smile, Myra pulled out the weapon behind him.

"Draw your sword, gentlemen, for Quel'Thalas!"