Windsor was serious in front of him, and behind him, the soldiers, who had reached nearly 50 people, stared angrily at the guy who was blocking the road in front of him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

General Marcus Jonathan, Stormwind's Supreme Defense Chief, rode his horse, and behind him, hundreds of guards lined up, standing in the way from the Valley of Heroes into Stormwind's trade zone.

"Reginald, my brother, I'm sorry, you know, I can't let you through!"

"Fuck off, you lackeys, can't you see what Stormwind looks like now?"

Du Han scolded loudly, in the past, he would never see such a big man, but the grievances of these months, and his own powerless weakness in the face of those bandits invading his homeland, had made this loyal sheriff completely rampant, seeing that Marshal Windsor was about to reverse everything that was terrible, but now these big men jumped out and stopped their actions, which not only made Duhan angry, but also made those soldiers angry.

The sound of weapons unsheathed was endless, and the murderous aura of the veterans was something that these "ritual troops" who were only responsible for guarding the royal capital could deal with, and the soldiers behind General Jonathan showed a slight commotion, and the eyes of General Jonathan, who was also middle-aged, flashed a trace of gloom under his helmet, but the next moment, he raised the war hammer in his hand and shouted,

"Don't force me, old man, it's my mission to guard this place!

"That's enough! Marcus!"

Marshal Wendsol stepped forward, he raised his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately fell silent, and the old marshal strode up to Jonathan, spread his arms, and stood there,

"You've got to do what you think is right!Marcus, my old fellow. We served together under General Tulayan, and his words and deeds made us what we are. ”

The old marshal's voice echoed through the hole in the gates leading to the trade area, and he stared at General Jonathan,

"Tell me, Marcus, tell me, did General Tulayan misread me?"

"Do you really believe that my purpose is to destroy the kingdom that we have built with countless heroes?"

"Marcus, tell me, did my actions disgrace the heroes who fought with us?"

The old marshal's hoarse shouts made the soldiers behind him angry, and they strode forward to defend Windsor, while opposite them, the guards behind General Jonathan were already in a commotion, and one of the sergeants sighed and threw his sword to the ground.

"Smack. ”

"My name is Parker, I served in the Seventh Legion, my commander told me that everything we have done, all my sacrifices have been for the country, Marshal Wendsor, please tell me, are you here to save it today?"

Hearing the sergeant's question, Wendsol clenched his fists,

"Yes, sergeant, soldiers, I crawled out of the pile of dead on the Burning Plains for this moment!"

After saying that, Wendsol looked at General Jonathan who had put down the warhammer again,

"Marcus, it's not a good idea to imprison me here, get out of the way and let me go to Bolval, and I'll prove it to you!"

"Bang! bang!"

The sound of a series of weapons landing made Jonathan's face even darker, and he watched the soldiers stride out of the queue and stand behind Windsor, and finally Jonathan, who was standing alone, turned over and dismounted, carrying the warhammer behind him,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Dude, I don't know what to do. ”

"It's not you who disgrace the heroes who fight with us, it's me! It's me and the depraved politicians who fill my life with empty promises, endless lies! Enough, I've had enough!"

Jonathan walked up to Windsor, took off his helmet, and lowered his head,

"I have disgraced the ancestors of the Jonathans, I have disgraced my fellow citizens who have sacrificed, forgive me, Reginald!"

Wendthor stretched out his hand and patted General Jonathan's shoulder with emotion,

"You have to be on their guard at all times, my brother. You are loyal to this country, there is no doubt about it, you will shed your last blood for this country, like those heroes, you will make great sacrifices for the people, I have no doubt about that!"

General Jonathan's eyes were already filled with tears, and he wiped them away, and Windsol smiled past him,

"Let's go, Marcus, it's time to end that monster's domination of our city!"

When General Jonathan heard this, he strode after Wendthor who was moving forward, and at the end of the street, more soldiers rushed over, but before they could close, Jonathan's voice rang out,

"Stand back, soldier, don't you see that the hero is walking with us?"

"I order, Marshal Reginald Windsol, not to be harmed or hindered in any way, to let him pass through here safely!"

Henry and Parker walked to the side and drove away the helpless soldiers,

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let the heroes pass!"

As he walked to the junction of the Trade District and the Old Town, Marcus gave a solemn military salute to Windsor,

"Go, Reginald, my brother, I will help you stop the soldiers of the other areas, go bravely, may the Light guide your path!"

Hearing this, Wendsol's face darkened for a moment, but he nodded at Marcus and strode across the stone bridge, at the end of the old city, where Stormstorm Fortress ended, the end of his adventure, the final battlefield of his life.

More than a dozen royal guards hiding in the soldiers, with cold faces, wanted to take advantage of this moment to raid Windsor, but as soon as they drew their weapons, from the shadows behind them, the daggers and sticks of the assassins fell on top of their heads, and more than a dozen soldiers in the camouflage of dragonmen were dragged into the corner in the face of several times the high-level assassins, who couldn't make waves at all.

Sean, who covered his face with black gauze, looked at the corpse covered with black dragon scales with disgust, and turned to a goblin in leather armor and holding a dagger standing beside him,

"Marshal Windsor is right, look at these monsters! They have covered the entire city before we know it, this is really a shame for MI7! Razor, put a bounty on me! This year's assessment task is in the Blackstone Tower, and each high-ranking member must bring back at least ten dragonmen's heads!"

"Yes, Chief!"

The goblin figure disappeared in the darkness, and Sean glanced at the Storm Fortress, shook his head, lowered his body, and the whole person also disappeared into the shadows.

When Windsor led the soldiers through the Old Town, where many veterans lived, they ran out of the "Pig and Whistle" tavern, or from their own houses, and stood on both sides, as well as the overwhelmed guards with weapons, they were all beaten down, and they forced to clear the way for Windsor to clear the way.

"I'm proud of you, Marshal!"

"You are an inspiration to all of us, just like you were on the battlefield of the Burning Plains!"

"You will become a legend, marshal, and move forward bravely!"

"Those politicians tremble under your feet, marshal!"

"You deserve to be the "guts of Thuryin"!"

"The light is with you!"

Amid the commotion, Windsor made his way to the front of Stormwind Fortress, where an entire group of indifferent royal guards stood with shields, blocking the path ahead.

"Wendsol, you have been declared a rebel by the Duke of Berval and Lady Caterina, now, lay down your arms, surrender, and we will..."

"Rub, rub, rub!"

Before the shield-bearers could finish their words, the Assassins in black wallets struck them down with daggers, and Sean strode up to Windsor in a respectful salute.

"The road ahead is clear! Marshal!"

The surrounding soldiers exclaimed in amazement when they saw the corpses of the slain royal guards turned into dragons, perhaps before, they were still suspicious of Wendthor's words, and they were simply willing to believe in this famous hero, but now, the cold truth was in front of them, and everyone's anger was aroused.

"Kill these monsters!"

"So these monsters are messing up Stormwind!"

"Oh my God, the king is still in the fortress, and we need to save him!"

"Is the Duke of Berval already..."

"Quiet! soldiers!"

Wendsol shouted, now the soldiers are very emotional, if they don't get it right, there will be a terrible move to storm the palace, Wendsol can not care about this, but he has to think about these soldiers who are loyal to this kingdom, so he immediately changed the conversation and encouraged,

"Brothers, be brave! Look, these reptiles are rolling in pain, this is a sign of their desperation!"

The old marshal stretched out his hand to take the long sword handed over by Du Han, stepped forward, stabbed the dragon man who was still struggling with a sword, and then raised his sword high and said loudly,

"Soldiers, stay here, don't let these scum hurt the people in the city, I'll put an end to this!"

After saying that, Wendthor smiled at Sean, and the commander of MI7 immediately understood, and with a wave of his hand, after the marshal walked into the storm fortress, a dozen assassins and some sensible veterans spontaneously blocked the way to the fortress.

In a world where imperial power is supreme, storming the palace is a capital crime! A capital crime that no one can afford.

Windsol was alone, walking in the aisles of the empty palace hall, his left hand took out the cloth bag from behind him, and held it tightly in his hand, this thing was the source of his strength, the source of courage.

Eventually, Windsor stood at the end of the aisle, and in front of him, the nonchalant Duke of Bolval was holding a two-handed sword inscribed with the lion insignia, and Count Caterina Presto, who had black hair and black eyes, was wearing a long purple dress, and holding a delicate cane in his hand.

The moment Wendthor walked into the hall, more than a dozen royal guards surrounded him, and the bright sword was about to pierce his body in the next second, and at this moment, a deep voice sounded in the deepest part of the palace.

"Put down your sword!"

The guards froze for a moment, and just wanted to ignore the order and kill Windsol, but when Bolval, who heard this deep voice, his eyes struggled, and he regained a trace of clarity, and stood up suddenly, and roared angrily,

"Get out of here, take your swords away from Marshal Windsor!"

Boval is also one of the few heroes in Stormwind City, this roar made those soldiers in the disguise of dragonmen can't help but froze for a moment, at this time, Caterina, whose face was gloomy, was about to speak, but a hoarse voice sounded behind them,

"Stand down, soldiers!"

The countess paused for a moment, then waved her hand with an obscure face, the dragon man guard quickly retreated, and at the back of the hall, the door that had been closed for nearly half a month was pushed open, with black hair, the whole body was covered with the smell of wine, and the luxurious black robe was stained with wine, the man with a sword on his hand, raised his head, the stubble on his face and his gloomy gaze, and the scepter in his other hand, proved the identity of this drunken man.

Ruler of Stormwind, son of the former King Ryan, and King of the Mandate of Stormwind: Varian-Ureon

"You're finally here, my marshal!"

"Your Majesty..."

"Begin, Marshal, I've been waiting too long for a day. ”

Varian smiled hard, and Windsol's eyes looked through Varian's body to see the two bodies that had fallen from the carpet of the dormitory, as well as the bleeding wound on Varian's waist, and Katarina's shocked face.

It seems that the king, who is drunk all day long, does not seem to be as incompetent as she thinks.