Illidan lay on a simple wooden bed, his eyes widened, his breathing became much weaker, and he coughed several times every few minutes, and was hit by the energy of the center of the explosion, and when he was rescued by Dick, the demon hunter was almost half a life left. If Dick had been a treacherous villain www.biquge.info and had made up for it at this time, Illidan would have wanted to cry without tears.

But fortunately, the relationship between the two is not bad, and Dick is also a very principled person, so that kind of bloody thing did not happen.

However, the atmosphere in the room was still a little delicate, because on the other bed not far from Illidan, the watchman who was covered in bandages was even worse than him, and was still in a coma, and Mavi was not even 1 meter away from Illidan at that time, and he ate the heavyweight explosion almost from beginning to end.

And it's not just Mavi, the guys who were standing on the platform of Dalaran at that time were killed and killed, except for Tyrande, who was protected by the moonlight, everyone else was basically seriously injured!

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the Alsace group also suffered heavy losses and fled in a hurry, the righteous forces in the north would probably have been wiped out in that confrontation.

Old Mograini, who was in a better situation, was taken back to the Chapel of the Light's Wish by the paladins, and after the battle, Tyrande quietly returned to Mount Hyjal with the affected Malfurion, and Quel'Thalas's power was the most intact, and after discussing the handover of Stratholme, Kael'thas and Dick discussed the handover of Stratholme, and soon returned to the island of Sunrise.

Uther and his retinue Thassarian also did not know what to do.

This lively scene ended so quietly.

By the time the first rays of sunlight shone into the Great Plains of Dalaran, it had become another hellish scene, broken, with only a third of the Dalaran platform left alone in a dark, scorched earth, where there was no life but the fallen corpses.

Death, darkness, light, shadows, fire, frost, all kinds of energies intertwined and spread across the land, the ground was lifted, the land became dry, everything lost its original color, and as Dick sat on the edge of the platform of Dalaran and watched the sun shine on the barren scorched earth, he once again witnessed the destructive power of the hero.

Probably no one but the undead would rush into this place again, right?

"Squeak"

The door to the second floor of the South Seas Hotel was pushed open, and Dick walked in with two breakfasts, and Illidan tried to get up, but Dick stopped him.

Obviously he hadn't slept all night, his eyes turned red, his face was gloomy, and the paladin sat on the edge of his bed, and asked seriously,

"Are you still going to go on your way?"

"Ahem... It's already come to this point, and it would be stupid to give up again. ”

The Demon Hunter blinked, a difficult smile on his bloodstained face, "Thank you, Dick, I owe you my life. ”

Dick waved his hand and handed the fragrant breakfast to Illidan, who struggled to prop himself up, and was not polite, took it and devoured it in large gulps.

The Demon Hunter's recovery was nothing short of terrifying, and in just one night, Dick saw that the shocking wounds on his body were already showing signs of healing, and the paladin pondered the Demon Hunter's next move.

The memories in his memory were not very clear, he only remembered that after the bombardment of the Ice Throne, Illidan would continue to go to Northrend under the orders of Kil'Gardan to kill the dying Lich King, but Dick couldn't ask this, he waited for the Demon Hunter to finish two breakfasts, and watched him rub his stomach comfortably, and the paladin asked again.

"And what's next for you?"

"I'm going to Northrend!"

Illidan pinched his slightly deformed left arm, his eyes were still covered with black cloth, but he really didn't look like a blind man, "I have to go!"

"Hunt down Arthas?"

"No, kill the Lich King!"

The Demon Hunter propped himself up from the bed and took the black hood that covered his entire body from the Paladin, and lowered his voice as he passed by the Paladin's side,

"Kil'Gardan is a man of retribution, you have been seen in the Legion's two failed invasions of Azeroth, be careful, he is targeted. ”

The paladin nodded slightly, and then stuffed something into the palm of the demon hunter's hand,

"It can save your life at a critical time, don't forget, you still owe me a Sagrete Keystone, don't die!"

Illidan Chaodick showed a hearty smile, then opened the window, and in the early morning fog, he lightly jumped out of the room, and after a few movements deformed up and down, the black disappeared into the forest on the outskirts of Nanhai Town.

"What a man like the wind!"

Dick touched his chin and said something inexplicable, then looked at the two empty bowls on the table, shook his head, and walked out of the room, he still had to get another breakfast for the Guardian who had been unconscious, as for how she should eat it while unconscious, this was Dick's business.

In fact, even if Dick was desperate to do something to Mavi, who was now powerless to resist, he had no chance, and the dozen or so watchmen who had belonged to the knights of the Thera Monetine were hiding in the shadows almost day and night, protecting their Mavi Lady.

Although under Dick's strict orders, these watchmen did not do anything to Illidan, but the Demon Hunter chose to leave on his own, which still made Dick breathe a sigh of relief, although he did not want to admit it, Illidan was indeed a walking trouble, so troublesome that even Malfurion acquiesced to Dick to take him away.

In the town of Nanhai, although it was early in the morning, the atmosphere was already very lively, and the herald knight of the Silver Hand posted a brand new notice on the bulletin board, and the enthusiastic townsfolk surrounded him, asking loudly about the latest news.

"Have the undead been driven away?"

"There was thunder and lightning all night last night, did the Ember Messenger kill Arthas?"

"Lord Knight, Lord Knight, can we return to East Dalon Mill?"

The knight who gave the order was soon unable to answer the questions of the townspeople, and he simply shouted,

"The leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the great Ember Bringer, defeated the Dark Leader in one fell swoop on the plains of Dalaran with his righteous allies last night, and the undead are once again scattered in the sand!

"Justice will be carried out!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"Hooray!

Under the shouts of the paladins, the townspeople let out a carnival-like shout, and the town soon became lively in the early morning, and everyone spread the good news, and even the usually serious mayor of the town, Heni Mareb, joined the townspeople's revelry with his retinue.

The noble-born mayor also sent messengers to report the good news to Tarenmere and Dunhold, and it was evident that the commoners had been depressed by the war of the dead that had been going on for more than a year, and now that there was good news, everyone quickly fell into a revelry.

However, Dick, who was standing by the window on the second floor of the hotel, looked seriously at the herald knight who was shuttling through the crowd, to be precise, Dick saw the knight wearing the silver hand standard armor, and the blood-red Lordaeron insignia engraved on his chest.

Dick clenched his fists, "Scarlet Crusaders... Mograini, you're playing with fire!"

Dick, who has personally experienced the madness of the Scarlet Crusaders in the game, has always been very wary of the establishment of the Scarlet Crusaders, and these fanatical paladins may have just appeared to eliminate the undead, but after the death of old Mograine, their beliefs became more and more paranoid and more distorted.

In the end, it turned out to be a monotheistic fanatical declaration: those who disagree with us are all heretics who need to be purified!

They even went so crazy that they raised their butcher's knives against the Silver Hand, which was also fighting against the undead, and eventually turned into an extremist force entrenched in the northern frontier.

While there is no denying the Scarlet Crusaders' fanaticism in fighting the undead, this double-edged sword that hurts the enemy must hurt himself, and Dick really doesn't want it to appear. But it still appeared!

The paladin shook his head, he was in a terrible mood, and he had suffered successive setbacks that had made all his previous thoughts come to naught, and with the situation in the Storm Kingdom in the southern part of the continent also starting to deteriorate, he really didn't have much time to waste in the current northern frontier.

The significance of the Dalaran melee is definitely not only to thwart the undead forces that have risen again since the Demon War, but the biggest significance of last night's melee is that the undead of the Northern Frontier, who were twisted into a rope by Alsace again, have lost their commanders again, and have turned back into a mess of scattered sand.

In that case, they could not stop the siege of the Silver Hand and the increasing number of mercenary adventurers, and Dick could foresee that the situation in the northern frontier had returned to its historical normality, and in the years before Arthas became the Lich King and reawakened, the undead would be completely in a passive defensive predicament.

In other words, there are no more battles in the north that are worth Dick's shot!

If Stratholme is temporarily transferred to the newly built Knights of Sindore as a stronghold in Quel'Thalas, the city will still be responsible for the training and growth base of the Silver Dawn recruits whose base camp has been transferred to Theramore.

After Liadrin's havoc at the Chapel of Light's Wish with Silver Dawn, the division of East Dharon Mill is a foregone conclusion, with Stratholme and the Wraith Lands in Silver Dawn and the rest of the region in the Silver Hand of Silver, and this eerie situation will continue until the next upheaval.

Dick said it was acceptable!

The valiant knight of the Silver Dawn, Herod-Dawnbringer, will be stationed in Stratholme for a long time with some of the old knights, and the other paladins will protect Median as he returns to Theramore, and Dick, he is about to embark on a new journey.

But before that, Dick had one last thing to do.

"Dalyan, you have to stay in Stratholme. ”

The paladin looked at the stubborn young man in front of him with some headaches, in the battle after battle, this young man has become a qualified warrior, especially the knife marks on his eyes, which make Dalyan's whole temperament tend to be serious and dark.

But this has unexpectedly increased his popularity with women, and I heard that as soon as Dalyan appears in the tavern in Nanhai Town, those maids will try their best to stay by his side.

"I don't want to stay here!"

Dalyan was a little aggrieved, he touched the hilt of the long sword behind his back, and came up with another reason, "And the old man doesn't want me to stay here!"

Dick shook his head, he lowered his voice,

"There's a reason why you're here! Remember the Dreadlord disguised as the Great Knight Dasohan? Do you think it's only targeting Dasohan? You're wrong, Dalyan, it's targeting your father!

"Old Mr. Mograini has now become the leader of the forces in the Northern Frontier, like a banner against the undead, in this case, there must be an endless stream of open swords and dark arrows, I am not worried about the frontal battlefield, with the Ash Bringer Holy Blade, no one is his opponent except for Arthas to return!, but what about the conspiracy?"

Dick accentuated his tone,

"How many heroes have fallen under the conspiracy, can you watch your father being calculated, even losing his life to those despicable plots? Although there is a conflict of ideas, he is a true warrior and should not die for those dirty reasons, understand? Dalyan, this is the responsibility on your shoulders!"

"If you really want to get bogged down in a quagmire of conspiracy, who can old Mograini rely on?

Darien was silent, even the sword that had been buzzing behind his back, and it was evident that Dick had persuaded him, as well as the unruly Scamdor.

"Well, I'll stay in Stratholme, but I'm not for that stubborn old man! I'm here for the civilians of the northern frontier!"

"Well, no matter what the reason is, it's best if you can figure it out!"