Four years ago, in the summer of the Silver Pine Forest, a place that had a great influence on Dick, he traveled alone through the jungle of Burning Wood and the Alterac Mountains from the remote roads of Burning Wood and the Alterac Mountains, and brought the news of the victory in front of him back to Lordaeron with his half-dead body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

That was his first appearance on this world stage as Dick Don.

Dick had long since lost his youth, especially when he appeared in the Fenris Island rearguard position in the middle of Lake Lordamere with the iconic flame of justice on his back, and all the soldiers who knew his name and his deeds raised their hands and cheered.

"Dick!

"We've got Dick! We've got Dick!"

"Dick, take us to kick the asses of those undead!"

Well, it's vulgar, after all, a group of soldiers who have almost been beaten out of their numbers can't be expected to be very good at their wording, but in general, the morale of the rearguard position is still beyond Dick's imagination.

It seems that Marshal Gathiris is not a useless waste!

Dick greeted the soldiers and threw a few balls of holy light on the bodies of the seriously wounded soldiers, an act that made the cheers even louder.

The soldiers had just suffered a humiliating defeat, but Dick knew that the cause of the defeat was not theirs.

After the fall of Lordaeron, the entire Tirisfa region was in chaos, and most of the living forces were absorbed by the undead legions of Arthas, but there were still some lucky ones who escaped this terrible massacre.

In addition to the iron bucket-like defense line of the Holy Light Monastery built by Old Mograine, in the southern part of the Tirisfa region, the Fourth Legion led by Marshal Gathris also withdrew into the territory of Dalaran in time, and after cooperating with the mages to catch the undead by surprise, these soldiers became the only remaining 2W civilians in the entire Tirisfa 60W.

However, after the Northern Frontier Conference, when the elite Gilneth Brigade of the Kingdom of Gilneth entered the Silver Pine Forest to set up a defensive line, Gasseris decisively joined them, and these 2W people became the only military force in the entire western part of Northern Xinjiang that was still resisting the invasion of the undead.

I have to say that these great lads did a good job, and under their desperate efforts, they lost the undead commanded by Arthas, and in these months, they have not been able to set foot in the realm of Dalaran.

But now, Arthas is back, and this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the Gilneth Brigade, those guys who call themselves "Gray Wolves" and are quite brave in peacetime, this time they actually fled!

The shameful escape, without even saying hello, was so irresponsible that the Fourth Army was left with the enemy on its back, and even Gasseris was seriously wounded, and had to retreat to Fenris Island in a fiasco.

At this time, there were less than 1W2,000 warriors left.

Frankly, Gasseris wasn't actually a man of leadership, at least not Dick now.

Looking at the burly man who was wrapped in blood-oozing bandages for most of his body, bare-chested, gritting his teeth, and looking at his burly man with eyes like blades, Dick's eyes flashed with a hint of curiosity.

Before meeting him, Dick's only impression of Gasseris was that he was a reckless fool who didn't care about the whole situation.

In the original history, when everyone rose up to resist the invasion of the undead, this guy actually threw Kael'thas who came to support him into prison, and forced the Sindore elves, who were originally biased towards the alliance, to join the tribe.

But now, after seeing this tough guy who still has cold sweat on his face, but is holding on not to show a little weakness, Dick finds that his vision of these plot characters is still too subjective.

Born in Blackwood Lake in East Dharon Mill, after he became a soldier, he fought bravely, even in the face of fierce orcs, he never took a step back, otherwise he would not have been able to sit in the position of generalissimo, this guy's only drawback may be a high level of distrust of elves, although Dick does not know where his distrust comes from.

But to be honest, when Dick saw the battle report, this guy took his personal guards, and slammed the spider demon army under the command of Arthas, opening a gap for the survival of the 1W defeated soldiers, his disgust for Gasiris disappeared.

When Dick looked at Gatherys, the generalissimo was also looking at this paladin who had become famous for nearly a year, and he was not jealous of Dick, on the contrary, he had a faint pride in his heart for those who had come out of the scout force of the Fourth Legion.

"Dick, the man who defeated Arthas and its mongrel army at Quel'Thalas? You are said to have been a heroic scout of the Fourth Legion?"

"Yes, Legion Commander, long time no see, the last time I saw you was four years ago, at King Terenus's investiture ceremony. ”

Dick stood up and placed his left hand on Gasseris's shoulder, and the warm power of holy light flowed into Gasseris's body, greatly replenishing the weak body of the brave warrior and eliminating the trace of undead toxin hidden in his body.

"So you're here to see my jokes?"

Gathris laughed and moved his arms, he looked at Dick, his bright eyes flashing with approval, but he had words out of his mouth.

"Tell you, boy, that Alsace bastard wanted to kill me, a hundred years earlier!"

“…”

Dick sat down in his chair and looked at Gasseris, and suddenly he realized that the generalissimo's personality was very similar to that of Herold, that he was a rough and straightforward person, and although he sometimes made people angry, he was just a person he could not hate.

The paladin rubbed his not-so-smooth jaw, and he looked at Gasseris.

"No, Marshal, I'm here to inform you that at most the day after tomorrow, the Stratholme Warband will be in battle, and we will shoulder the Thurberchel Line, but in these two days, I don't care how tired the Fourth Army is, no matter how weak you are, I need you... Hold on to Thurberchel!"

Dick's words made Gasseris's face, which had a hint of pleasure darken, and he snorted a nasal voice of disdain from his nostrils.

"Hmph, it's up to you, a warband of less than 3,000 people, but I know that you're also in charge of the defenses of the Wraith Lands... You... How much power can you and your paladins bring out?"

Dick responded to the bright eyes of Gathris, who were equally bright.

"I can't guarantee that Seberchel won't be lost, but I can guarantee that Arthas will have to step on my corpse to get past that line!"

"Bang!

Gasseris's fist slammed into the table, and the fierce movement made his wound crack again, but the generalissimo ignored the pain, and stared at Dick like a tiger that saw its prey, and like a lone wolf cornered by a hunter.

"The last comrade-in-arms abandoned me, and as a result, I paid the souls of 8,000 great boys to survive, if you dare to joke with the lives of my soldiers and my brothers, I swear, I will kill you!"

In the face of Gathris's rage, Dick stood up and dropped a sentence indifferently,

"I never joke with my life! Those who break their oaths, they will be punished, I swear!"

Dick left, and a few minutes later, a warrant from Gathiris spread throughout Fenris Island.

"All the men are ready to fight! Target Thurberchel! Defend the battle line to the death, the time is 1-2 days, and the last person will be killed!"

The silent Fourth Legion immediately took action, this group of soldiers was like a pack of wolves licking their wounds, although the injuries were serious, but the moment they saw the hope of killing the hunters, this group of wild wolves who had lost their homes would become more and more crazy!

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Silverpine Forest, on the outskirts of Burning Wood Village, near the Wall of Greymane.

The last garrison of the Gilneys Brigade is resting here, and by tomorrow morning, they will be able to completely withdraw to the kingdom of Gilneys, and by that time, the tall walls of Greymane will be completely closed, and the undead will be left to the Silver Hand and Dalaran.

Gilneth doesn't plan to play this game anymore.

Major General Jean was in a tent lit by two oil lamps, writing a casualty report, and as a member of the royal family who had received a higher education since childhood, his heart was in turmoil, and as a professional soldier, this was a situation that should not have happened to him.

But Jean couldn't control his mind, and the thought of the scene where he ordered a secret retreat made Jean's heart flutter.

He couldn't even sleep peacefully, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the soldiers of the Fourth Legion, drowning in the endless sea of undead, this kind of betrayal on the battlefield made Jean's heart extremely tormented, and he even planned to choose to retire after returning to China.

This retreat will erase the 400-year-old glory of the Gilneth Brigade, and they will henceforth become spurned traitors.

"Your Majesty Greymane... You... What the hell do you think?"

Major General Jean painfully unbuttoned the first button of his military uniform and poured a bottle of dwarven ale into his mouth, as a soldier, he could not disobey the king's orders, but those politicians... They simply do not understand the pride of a warrior.

"Whoosh..."

"Poof..."

A rapid crack in the air, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, awakened Jean, who was paralyzed by alcohol, from his painful thoughts, and he vigilantly picked up his bayonet sword, the usual weapon of the Gilnes soldiers, whose fighting style was like their national emblem, the ferocious wolf.

This vicious weapon, dedicated to stabbing and bloodshed, is the wolf teeth of the Gilneys, fierce and deadly.

Jean untied his pistol from his waist, this kind of gunpowder weapon made by the dwarves is not common in other human kingdoms, but it is still a very common weapon in Gilneth, where the sea is developed, and even ordinary soldiers are equipped with spears, replacing bows and crossbows as their own long-range weapons.

Mr. Major General's pistol is exquisite, this is the handmade work of the dwarven masters, the exquisite mahogany handle, equipped with the golden gray wolf national emblem, this is the day he became a major general, specially customized weapons.

But just as the Major General walked out of his command camp, a smell of blood entered his nostrils, which shocked Jean's heart, but before he could shout a warning of the attack, three oncoming cold lights forced Jean back into the tent.

With a clang, Jean struggled to plunge his sword into the throat of one of the Assassins, but that was the end of it, and the remaining two Assassins had cornered him, Jean was just a good commander, a brave warrior, and he was just as powerless in the face of the assassination blade.

"You... Who the hell are you guys and why... Why attack the Gilneth servicemen!"

The artery in Jean's leg had been severed by the dagger, and he could feel the life force slowly flowing from his body, and he leaned against the table in the tent and asked with difficulty.

The Assassin, who had turned to leave, heard the voice, and seemed to be interested, and as if he had deliberately spoken something, he walked up to Jean, crouched down, took the delicate pistol in his hand, and played with it for a moment, before he said in a low, gloomy voice,

"Traitors, Fourth Legion and Mr. Dick, greetings!"

"It turns out... I see..."

Jean's gaze froze, and when he looked closely, there seemed to be a hint of relief in his eyes.

The Assassin who had done his job shook his head,

"The glory of a soldier is to die in battle, but unfortunately, you do not deserve it... Burn it here! Let the frightened wolf cubs take a good look at the fate of the traitor!"

"Yes!"

On this night, outside the burning wood village, the lights were bright.

The flames carried away all evil, and in the drifting ashes, the broken flag of Gilneth fell, as if to herald the complete fall of the dignity of the country.