East Dalongmir, one of the only three remaining lands of the extinct Lordaeron, can still maintain peace and tranquility even when the neighboring West Dalongmir has been completely occupied by the undead, of course, as a war zone, it is no longer suitable for civilians to live. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The entire inhabitants of East Dallomere have been escorted by the Reserve Knights of the Silver Hand past the shores of Lake Dalon Mill, past Camp Coldwind, into the Hillsbrad Hills, where they have re-established their homes in Tallenmere and the ruined area of Dunhold.

Because there are too many refugees, just the hills of Hillsbrad, which are not very fertile, cannot bear so many civilians, so under the leadership of the eldest princess of Lordaeron, Kalia Minehir, who has cheered up, the first fleet of immigrants has gone to Kalimdor in the western continent under the protection of the fleet of the human ocean country Kurtiras.

This action is said to have been strongly supported by the leader of Dalaran, the archmage Antonidas, after the death of his old friend King Terenus, the stubborn archmage, of course, remembered the words of the mysterious black-robed prophet, and he even intended to send his proud disciple, Gianna Prodmore, the royal daughter of Kurtilas, to serve as a national archmage in the newly built human kingdom of Theramore on the Western Continent.

Of course, this operation is still in the planning stage, with the help of the eldest princess of Kalia and some of the escaped old courtiers of Lordaeron, and it is said that the immigrants have already established their first towns in the Western Continent.

But these things, to be honest, have little to do with the warriors who are still staying in East Dalongmir.

Swish!

The blood-red blade slashed through the body of the tall Death Knight, knocking it away from the skeletal warhorse, which seemed to be an invincible and powerful necromancer for ordinary people, but in the face of a force stronger than them, they could only be like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, at the mercy of the warriors.

Dalyan glanced back at the recruits who had formed a small formation and were fighting the undead who had broken into the banks of the Sorido River, and then focused on the death knight who was rising from the ground.

He clenched the blade of anger in his hand, the arc-shaped, like a sharp axe-like blade flashed a sharp light, and the entire sword body buzzed.

Dalyan grinned helplessly and smirked at the Death Knight who was waiting for him.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to play with you for a while, but the old man got angry, so I asked you... Die!"

Being a Death Knight meant that the necronomicon already had a certain amount of intelligence, and he stared at Dalyan, completely unaware of what this guy was talking about.

But the next moment, Dalyan suddenly disappeared under the gaze of his undead fire, and the Death Knight was startled, and then he felt the sharp blade slashing across his body, like a sharp paper cutter cutting through a piece of paper, he looked down in a daze, and on his chest, an "X" shaped scar had appeared, the wound was released, and the turbid black mist tried to repair the body, but a trace of blood-colored power prevented the wound from healing.

Behind him, Dalyan, who had stopped from the rapid charge, took a deep breath, the hum of the blade of anger in his hand had stopped, and after slaying the enemy who was not interested at all, the blade of the wild warrior also stopped.

Dalyan turned the Blade of Wrath back behind his back, and Brother Dick had long told him that artifacts were not like ordinary weapons, they had a will of their own, especially the Blade of Wrath, its predecessor, Scamdor-Slayer of War, which was a weapon that carried the will of the first king of mankind, and its will was particularly violent.

The Blade of Fury becomes agitated when faced with such low-level Death Knights, and it always craves real combat, not this kind of playful trick.

Dalyan's current strength is too weak to control the will of the Blade of Wrath, so he can only play a role like a "swordsman", but fortunately, the Blade of Wrath has also inherited Scamdo's loyalty, and it will not take the initiative to abandon Dalyan.

If Dalyan had encountered a magic sword like the "Apocalypse", I am afraid that he would have been directly devoured by his soul.

And Dalyan's name for the Blade of Wrath is also interesting, he doesn't know why, he calls it "Old Man", and the most bizarre thing is that the Blade of Fury doesn't seem to object to this name.

"Close! Check the battlefield one last time!"

Dalyan shouted to the recruits behind him, and rode on his silver war horse, the recruits who had just experienced the battle did not panic, and carefully searched the battlefield for anything valuable according to the instructions of the veterans.

For the Stratholme Warband, who had just taken over Fort Dysom in the Wraith Lands, nothing was in short supply.

The power in Kael'thas now is only clear that the hundreds of thousands of undead and demons left behind by Arthas in Quel'Thalas, as well as the Amani trolls who took advantage of the chaos are very reluctant, as part of the "agreement", Dick's Stratholme warband was forced to divide one-third of its strength and garrison it in the southernmost fortress of Dessom in the Ghost Lands.

This was a good thing for Dick, but it was a terrible thing for the warband commanders.

Because their command is once again full of recruits who are useless except for their energy, but fortunately, in addition to the fierce battles that are never lacking in the Crusader fortress and the camp of the cold wind, the undead and cultists who sneak into the East Dalongmir to wreak havoc can also allow these recruits to practice their skills.

The war in Sidaron Mill is tight, and the Knights of the Silver Hand have even begun to send special personnel to recruit warriors who are willing to join the army in the distant kingdom of Stormwind, and the undead are never afraid of a war of attrition, so to send these stunned young men to the battlefield again, so that they can die meaningfully, they must prepare holy water and defensive armor.

Or, more directly, turn them into paladins!

This is also an activity that Dick has been secretly carrying out since returning to Stratholme headquarters.

Although the Stratholme Warband belonged to the Knights of the Silver Hand, to be honest, in the absence of the two leaders, Uther and Alessandro, it was impossible to rely on Da Sohan, who had an extraordinary relationship with Dick, to suppress him.

And Dick had a valid reason to do it: he was being ordered to train a group of elven paladins for Quel'Thalas.

The Knights of the Phoenix of Sindore, or as Dick called it, the Knights of Blood.

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"Fools, open your arms, straighten, haven't you eaten at noon?"

Dressed in a pair of military trousers and leather boots, with a nondescript red cloak on his back, and a large bald head, the recruit instructor was like a demon, carrying a large axe with a glittering yellow head and a leather whip in his hand, walking back and forth among the trembling recruits.

Seeing which recruit's movements are not standard, he will whip it up, with great force, and the person who is drawn will often roll directly on the ground in pain, but he will not dare to wail, according to the temper of the instructor, if he howls, he will be whipped more terrible.

Anyway, the trainee priests from the Monastery of Light and the Chapel of the Wish of Light are on standby, and no matter how they fight, they will not be killed.

"Look at your stupid face! Letting you go to war will only cost you your life!"

The demon-like instructor returned to the front of everyone, looking at the more than twenty recruits in front of him with disdain, his gaze was like a sharp blade, and a glance at you would make you tremble, but this momentum was not a brave and ruthless momentum, but a murderous aura accumulated from the battlefield countless times, which was the reason why no one would object even if he was subjected to such rigorous training.

Standing in front of them was the famous battle hero of the Silver Hand, the first warrior of the Stratholme Warband, Major Herold, one of the civilian heroes who was awarded the surname "Dawn Messenger" by the eldest princess of Kalia, and was considered the number one person in the entire northern frontier.

"Now, disband! Let's go to dinner! Two hours later, train the equestrian subject!"

Although Herold scolded fiercely, in fact, he was very satisfied with this group of recruits carefully selected from the East Dalongmir militia.

He was a pure warrior, a knight who was born and died on the battlefield, and as a veteran of the Stratholme Band, he could have had a better future, like Erigor who also earned the surname "Dawnbringer" but was transferred to the battle-torn Tirisfa theater, but he turned down the appointment and wanted nothing more than to stay in the Stratholme Band.

This orphan-born civilian paladin stubbornly believes that this is his home, even though he was born in Lakeside Town in the Stormwind Kingdom.

"Hey, Herold, training recruits again?"

Dalyan walked over with his helmet and greeted Herold in a friendly manner, the young master of the Mograini family still admires this battle hero very much, although the artifact is in hand, but now, he still can't beat Herod, after all, he is only 19 years old, more than 4 years younger than Dick, and he is still a child who has just reached adulthood.

"You should call me sir!

Herold laughed and threw his arms around Dalyan's neck, strangled him hard, then let go and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go, follow me to the regimental commander, it is said that the commander of those elves has arrived today, and it is said that he is still our former comrade-in-arms. ”

"Oh! You're talking about the Knight of Myra! I know him, he and Big Brother Dick defeated Arthas in Quel'Thalas, whoa!

Dalyan shook his fist happily, and when he mentioned Dick, he called him "Big Brother", and his eyes were full of admiration, but Herold, who knew the inside story, did not disappoint the fun, but shook his head, and walked towards the headquarters with excitement.

Dick's situation wasn't as good as Dalyan had imagined, to be exact, he was terrible!

"The power of the lord is blessed... 96 hours, 45 minutes, 13 seconds remaining..."

This was Dick's current state, although he had long known that being promoted from the rare elite rank to the lord rank was a great realm improvement, but he didn't expect the process to be so painful.

After fainting at Kael'thas at the coronation that day, he was sent back to Stratholme as soon as possible, but a full ten days have passed, his whole body strength has been sealed, all holy energy has been sealed, all skills cannot be used, and the whole person is like an ordinary person who is powerless.

Dick knew that this was the power of the lord transforming his body, but he definitely didn't want to experience this process a second time, although he knew that when the high-level lord was promoted to the hero rank, he would probably have to feel uncomfortable again, but that was already a matter for later.

Miss Gianna has been taking good care of Dick in the past ten days, but as a top nobleman from the princess's background, you can't expect the eldest lady to take care of people very well, her heart Dick received, but from the next day, the work of taking care of Dick was completely handed over to another woman to do.

"Come, Mr. Dick, open your mouth!"

With a gentle voice, a charming expression, and a beautiful incomprehensible object, Dick, who was sitting on a chair and humming, looked at the blown-up cheek in front of him, but endless troubles surged in his mind.

Dick knew that he had unlocked a template for a "follower" after the completion of Quel'Thalas's big mission, but he really didn't know that the first follower he unlocked turned out to be this troublesome lady.

Liadline Delors, the high-ranking priest who had a nervous breakdown because she was shot by Lotherma, somehow became her follower, and what is worse, the fate of the two has been tied together by the mysterious power of Nogamnon.

Liadline knew that all his secrets, her own life form, had been forcibly changed to a strange state between living beings and heroic spirits, for which Liadeline said that it was okay, but Dick's forced smile was still a little gloomy.

Now that you've set the follower option, why don't you give yourself a big beauty with a good body like Sylvanas?

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