On the side of the road in the Haunted Lands, after the sun rose, the warm breath gradually dispelled the mist, Dick picked up the strong High Elf style long sword from the bodies of several elven soldiers, and dug a pit next to it, although he didn't know each other, Dick still felt that it was better to let these loyal soldiers be buried in the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

While Dick was busy, Liadline held her staff and said her last prayers with a sad face for the soldiers who had died to protect her.

The two people who met on the road did not communicate much, and despite recognizing Liadeline, Dick did not feel that she was more noble than the others, in fact, after seeing Gianna, Uther, and Arthas, Dick did not have much novelty about these famous people in history.

But he is not curious, it doesn't mean that Liadline is not curious, high-ranking priests like Liadrin, who have experienced the second orc war, value life very much, but they are more realistic, so after the dying prayer was done, the exhausted Liadrin, regardless of the image, sat on the ground on the side, she looked at Dick who was covering the dirt pit, and asked.

"What's your name?Human Knight, why are you in the Wraith Lands?"

Dick glanced at her, and pointed to the knights who were about to be buried.

"Do you have holy water?"

“… Uh, there is!"

Liadline took out three beautifully decorated crystal bottles from the storage ring on her finger and handed them to Dick, all saying that the High Elves lived a luxurious life, and this time Dick saw it with his own eyes, even the bottle used to hold holy water was made of gold leaf by the High Elf craftsmen to make the texture of the phoenix crest.

Dick shook his head, he couldn't understand this meaningless luxury, twisted open the bottle, poured a little bit of holy water on the corpses, after the three bottles of holy water were poured, Dick nodded with satisfaction, and returned the bottle to Liadrin.

"From now on, you'd better get into the habit of sprinkling holy water on every corpse. ”

Dick continued to cover the earth with his sword, and turned to Liadline, who froze for a moment, and a look of bewilderment appeared on her beautiful face.

"Why?"

"Uh... Do you know what's happened in Lordaeron recently?"

Dick finished covering the last of the clay, took up his pipe, sat down beside Liadline, and after exhaling a puff of smoke, he said to her,

"The corpses have been re-empowered by evil spells, and under the leadership of their villain masters, they have begun to march into the world of the living, which was originally only a matter for the human kingdom, but worst of all, their villain masters, who are now heading towards Quel'Thalas, are carrying out an even more evil plan. ”

Dick looked at Liadline with curious eyes, and there was a hint of a smile on his face,

"What are you going to do?"

Faced with Dick's question, Liadline did not doubt Dick's words, as a paladin, he could not lie, but she still smiled,

"They can't get into Quel'Thalas, the defensive runes will keep them out of us, and Quel'Thalas won't fall!"

Dick shrugged, he had expected that this journey would not be too smooth, but judging by the completely unfeigned pride on Liadrin's face, it was already part of the High Elves' thinking that the defensive rune magic would not be breached.

Of course, they also have reasons to be proud of.

Whether it is a terrible troll or a ferocious orc, they have never set foot on the land of Quel'Thalas, and even the former holy place of Amani trolls has become the current Silvermoon City, as long as there are no internal problems in Quel'Thalas, this magical city is invincible.

The 18,674 defensive runes built around Quel'Thalas firmly guard this land, they have grown with this land, and even archmages like Antonidas can't see through the mysteries, unless the land of Quel'Thalas is completely destroyed, there is no way to break through this super giant defensive circle.

Dick wouldn't bother to tell Liadline that their Silvermoon Councilor, Archmage Darkan, had rebelled, because it was a thankless task, and that he only wanted to see King Anastarian, or the wiser Kael'thas - the Sunstrider, hoping that the vision of the true top had not been limited, otherwise, it would only be a matter of time before Arthas and his army of necromancy would take over the magical kingdom.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to Daysom, and then I'll head to Silvermoon City. ”

Dick stretched out his hand towards Liadline, and the elf lady looked at Dick in the silver helmet, a little hesitant, but in the end, put the white jade-like fingers in his hand.

Of course, before leaving, Dick did not forget to take his loot, and it was a pity that Zulgin's bobcat avatar failed to trigger the mission, but when Dick gouged open the belly of the staggeringly large purple bobcat, he still found something good.

"Sylvanas's Lost Pendant"

"Green"

"Description: This is a jewelry pendant engraved with the family crest of the Windranger, its owner is the current Quel'Salas Ranger General Sylvanas Windranger, which should have been lost in her battle with Zulkin, thanks to this crazy lynx, it brought you this personal "treasure" of the future Queen Majesty!"

"Spirit of the Beast - Lynx"

"Blue"

Use: Try to "instill" a weapon. ”

"Description: The beast spirit is a sacred relic of the druid and some troll tribes, they are almost everywhere, but they can't appear out of thin air, they need carriers, and creatures are the most suitable, which is also the research direction of Zulkin, but in fact, Chief Amani doesn't know that another excellent carrier of the beast spirit is weapons!"

Dick rode on a horse, holding the slightly crimson Leadline in his arms, and there was already an extra pendant without any attributes around his neck, although he played the alliance in his previous life, Dick was actually a "queen fan".

As for the constantly distorting ball of light in the storage package, although he has a righteous fire at hand, Dick will not use his artifact to try to "inject spirits", in case something goes wrong, it will not be able to draw it.

As the fat silver horse slowly marched forward, Dysom soon caught in Dick's eyes.

Compared to the somewhat chilling footprint of the game, the real Dessom looks like a proper fortress, but the High Elves may be too idle, because when they get closer, Dick finds that there are even two large phoenix insignia painted on the towering walls.

This is the coat of arms of Quel'Salas and the family of the Sunseekers, and this intricate and beautiful picture can be seen almost everywhere in this land.

"You can let me down, Knight Dick!"

After approaching Dysom, the red-cheeked Lady Liadline whispered to Dick that she didn't want to hear about the scandal between herself and the human knight, and that gossip and scandal were perfect for the High Elves who had been at peace since the Second Orc War.

Dick answered, and a very gentlemanly helped Ms. Liadline off the horse, and he also held the reins of the war horse, and followed behind her, although the High Elves had a "devil" body and a better face that human women did not have, but Dick already had a heart, so in the face of Liadrin, a beauty that was rare to see in Quel'Thalas, he only looked at it with an appreciative attitude.

"Lady Liadline is back!"

"Open the gates!"

The elves generally have better eyesight, so as Dick and Liadline approached the walls, a sentinel sent a message, and soon the heavy gates of Dysom were opened.

This was Dick's first time in the High Elf city, and although it was only a military city, it still couldn't hide the bustle of Quel'Thalas, with its towering sharp columns, corridors that seemed to float in the air, scouting and teleportation orbs that slowly swirled around the tower, elven soldiers coming and going back and forth in the streets, and civilians living in Dysom.

All this made Dick, who was already in the war with the undead and was about to forget his normal life, once again experience the taste of peace.

"There are very few people who don't be blown away by Quel'Thalas, even Dysom, who looks like a small Quel'Thalas!"

After reporting the attack to the commander of Dysom, Liadline volunteered to be Dick's guide and took him around the fortress city, because of its proximity to East Dalongmir, the elves here are no strangers to humans, but the arrogance in their blood makes them not take the initiative to greet Dick, on the contrary, Liadrin, almost the most popular person here.

The beautiful and golden, gentle and intellectual royal sisters are always quite sought after, which is the same in any world.

"Alright, Lady Liadrin, thank you for explaining, but I have to go!"

An hour later, Dick, who had lightly replenished the holy water and supplies, and tasted two High Elf delicacies, stood at the gate of Daisom, he put his fist on his chest and tapped it, and was ready to turn over and head towards Quel'Thalas, although he didn't know where Arthas was now, he knew that the king of the Death Knight would not be silent for long.

"May the Light bless you, Good Knight. ”

Liadline placed her hand on her towering chest and leaned slightly towards Dick, who smiled, raised her whip, and the horse neighed, and soon Dick disappeared at the end of the gate of Dysom.

Leadline looked at the vanished paladin, her brow furrowed slightly, and walked quickly back to her office, wrote a briefing, and handed it to the elven mage in charge of delivering the message.

Seeing the letter disappear into the purple magical light, Liadeline's brow relaxed, she didn't like to owe favors, especially the grace of life, Dick who came with good intentions, his talk about "undead invasion" has absolutely no market in Quel'Thalas, it is foreseeable that even if he reaches Quel'Thalas, Dick will hit a wall everywhere.

So she planned to use her network to give Dick some help, and she could be regarded as repaying her life-saving kindness a little.

At this time, a fierce battle was going on on a large island near the sea on the mainland of Quel'Salas. On one side are the well-equipped and battle-minded ranger troops, and on the other, there are silent, dead enemies, the undead of all life!

"Multiple arrows!"

The heroic female general held her war bow high, standing in the center of the already chaotic battlefield of the undead, her eyes swept over the huge number of undead walking corpses, and from the quiver behind her, she took out three silver arrows, put them on the war bow, and with a coquettish shout, the arrows flew out!

The silver light quickly dispersed, three turned into nine, and nine turned into silver streamers all over the battlefield, and with just one blow, it emptied one-fifth of the undead, but this offensive was enough to collapse any army, but it didn't stir up the slightest wave, and the undead continued to pounce on the overstretched ranger troops.

The most devastating thing for the soldiers is that the comrades killed by the undead will soon join the sequence of the undead, and their archery skills are not much weaker than before they were alive, so that one can do the other, although there are still female generals struggling to support, but in the face of the undead who have formed enough military momentum, the speed of her killing is far from catching up with the speed of these guys' regeneration.

"That's enough! Retreat, rangers, retreat! Withdraw into the defensive runes!"