9. The Northern Xinjiang Conference -- plus 3

Dick looked at Whitemayne and the glaring young commanders around him, and he sarcastically said mercilessly,

"Do you know that I said those words to you just now!"

"Do you know what the concept of 200w undead is? Your fathers, your mentors, gathered the strength of the entire Silver Hand and even all the armies in the Daloon Mill region, and in 2 months, they have not been able to recover Andorhar, this number is four times that of the undead in Andorhar!

Dick's voice grew louder and louder, even close to roaring,

"Do you really think that the Knights of the Silver Hand are invincible? Ask Uther, ask Dasohan, how many undead can they kill even if they are exhausted?1w?10w? Even if the entire Knights of the Silver Hand die in Sidaronmir, we still won't be able to save the rest of the people! After we fall, the innocent will be the next target of the undead scourge, and at that time, who will protect them?"

"You say I'm overdrawing the future of the Silver Hand? Yes, I'm overdrawing this future, but if you can't tie these countries to our chariots this time, what are you going to do to protect the civilians behind you?

"Tell me, Miss Whitemayne, if it were you, how would you get help from those nations, and kneel on the ground and pray to them?"

In the face of Dick's roar, Whitemayne took a step back with a pale face, not only him, but whoever Dick's eyes turned to choose people and devour, everyone couldn't help but retreat, because the current Dick was like a lone wolf who was really cornered. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Wake up, you idiots! Lordaeron is ruined! Lordaeron is destroyed! We are already homeless! You want to keep your glory, your dignity, okay! Keep it. ”

Dick shook his head and turned away, his cold words reaching the ears of every young man,

"These things that will tarnish your glory, let me, a man who does not need glory, do it, I am a man, I am a warrior, I will never kneel and beg others to give me a way to live, I will use my fists to win my way of life, or die in a battle for survival. ”

"If you don't understand your situation yet, then we have nothing to say at all, don't appear in front of me until you understand!"

Dick turned and walked into the hall, no one dared to stand in front of him, including the ambassadors who had glared at him before, they were afraid of him, a person who had nothing was the most terrible, because they had no concern, and a person who was cornered was also terrible, because every time they resisted, they were fighting with their lives.

Erigor and Herold followed Dick with firm steps, and even Miss Abidis, who had intended to talk to her good sister Whitemayne, hesitated for a few seconds before following Dick back into the hall.

The young men, like eggplants beaten by frost, felt that Dick's behavior was wrong, especially that this threatening behavior was completely different from the rules of knights, but Dick's last deafening words made them unable to refute it.

They even felt that the civilians and knights around them looked at them differently, that kind of gaze made their faces hot, made them feel embarrassed, they wanted to escape, but as soon as they turned around, a tall figure stood in front of them.

It was Uther and the still somewhat pale Grand Knight of Alexandro, and the Grand Knight of Dasohan.

"Father!"

Whitemayne raised her head blankly, the two voices in her heart were colliding, and she wanted her father to get an answer, Alessandro looked at his daughter, and the old-fashioned old knight shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, I'm still protecting you too well... Go to the battlefield, Whiteman, your questions will be answered there, and you, all roll me to the battlefield, I don't care who your father is, who your grandfather is, that young man is right, at the moment of the destruction of Lordaeron, all we can do is fight!"

"You remember it for me!"

Alessandro Mograini was ambushed by Arthas's Arsatian Archaun army, and he was seeking a counterattack, even taking the opportunity to enter the Dalon Mill region from the Silver Pines Forest, and now was the time when the momentum was at its sharpest, and the whole person was like a long sword out of its sheath, and the edge made all the young people can't help but stand up straight.

"Your dignity is made out, not rewarded by others! Your current dignity is what we have earned for you, and now it is time for you to earn your own dignity!"

Uther's words were softer, but this gentleness was more like a soft knife cutting meat, which made it more painful.

"Behold, look at the way the commoners and knights look at Dick, he has left glory for them, but those who are behind him will help him to pick it up and lift him to a higher position, and you are always questioning why I gave Knight Dick so much power to lead a warband, now you know why?"

"Because he is a true warrior, and you are not worthy of this title!"

Da Sohan made a brief summary, and then accompanied Uther and Alessandro, who had gone and returned, into the hall, and Whitemayne wiped his eyes, this great beauty who was famous throughout the Knights of the Silver Hand cried... She stubbornly followed her adoptive father into the hall, and she wanted to see how inferior she was to Dick, whom everyone praised.

Yes, Whitemane is no longer going to compare his former lover Renaud-Mograini to Dick, because that would be absolutely self-defeating.

An hour later, Dick reappeared on the podium, and the first row of the audience had almost all changed.

From left to right: Grand Knight Uther, Grand Lord Alessandro, Archmage Antonidas, Quel Salas Ranger General Lothama Theron, Hammer Dwarves came directly to High Lord Furstad Brute Hammer, and sitting next to him was Liam Greymane, the young prince of Gilnes, who accompanied him, and a Lord of Gilnes who would later almost change history, Baron Vincent Goldfrey.

Sitting at the end of the first row was a tall figure wrapped in a black cloak, and Dick knew who he was.

Ayden Perionord, the rightful heir of the currently fragmented kingdom of Alterac, a betrayer of the Second Orc War, and the heir of Aiden Perionod, single-handedly created the Assassin Order that later occupied most of the Arathi Heights, and the leader of the Syndicate.

This time, they are all real big people, and most of them have their own control over the course of their own country's history.

It was also the first time Dick had faced such a big scene, he took a deep breath and said,

"Very well, it seems that the principals have already arrived, so let's not waste time and discuss business. ”

"Wait... I doubt the sincerity of Knight Dick's presiding over this meeting, and since some of your previous statements are not in accordance with the rules and the knight's manual, I think you had better give the Kingdom of Gilneth a decent sincerity!"

Baron High Frey, who has a standard aristocratic pale face, interrupted Dick's words, this guy is like a tall and thin bamboo pole, but it is undeniable that High Frey is definitely a skilled politician and an absolutely awesome hunter, if it weren't for bad luck later, he is likely to finish off the overlord of the Northern Frontier 10 years later, the leader of the undead, the king of the banshees - Sylvanas - Windranger who has fascinated countless players.

But at this time, Gofrey had not yet reached the level that he had 10 years later, although his language was spicy, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he suppressed Dick's tone, but the moment his words landed, Dick's face showed a hint of the intriguing smile,

"Oh, this one, Baron Vincent Goldfrey, the Lord of the Grey Wolf from Gilness, I don't know what kind of sincerity you want, but I think I've been very sincere, at least I haven't told you about the 'Wall of Greymane' that you secretly planned to use against the undead, have you?

Dick smacked his lips, "I advise you not to do that!"

With just one sentence, the pride and reserve on Baron Goldfrey's face disappeared, and he felt that his heart was as if he had been seen through by this guy Dick, and Prince Liam, who was still very young, was far from being as mature as he was later, he got up and shouted,

"Where did you get this top-secret information? Knight... No, you hateful spy!

But Dick no longer paid attention to them, and looked at Baron Highfrey, who had pressed Liam to his chair with a gloomy face, Dick restrained his smile and turned his gaze to the great lord of the Hammer Dwarves sitting in the center, Furstad - Hammer, this lucky fellow would be one of the three kings of the entire Azeroth Dwarves in 10 years.

There was a relaxed smile on Furstad's square face, but Dick had no intention of making a false deal with these people.

"If the Hammer Dwarves are confident that the Poison Mist Canyon in Hinterland can block the undead's Peak, then you can also not participate in this battle, we will withdraw all the soldiers in the Cold Wind Camp, anyway, the entrance to the Poison Canyon on the shore of Lake Dallon Mill is so difficult to find, maybe the undead can't find it!"

"You... You know Poison Mist Canyon!!Enough, don't say any more! The griffin brigade will help you! But you have to swear by faith, you can't tell anyone else about the location of Poison Mist Canyon!"

The ease of Furstad is gone, and the road from the Eagle's Nest Mountain in Hinterland is only known to half the people, one is from the Arathi Highlands through the Dwarven Tunnel, and the other is from the Hillsbrad Hills to take the Hill Road, but only the elders of the Hammer Dwarves know that there is a boulder on the shore of Lake Daron Mill, and among the steep peaks behind the boulder, there is a canyon that leads directly to the Eagle's Nest Mountain, which is the Poison Mist Canyon, which is almost one of the biggest secrets of the Hammer Dwarves.

Dick glanced appreciatively at Furstad, who was immediately decisive, and then turned his gaze to the archmage Antonidas, who had been touching his beard, and the eldest lady who was sitting beside him, blinking her eyes, Dick showed a bright smile,

"Dear Mr. Archmage, we hope to have help from Dalaran. ”

Antonidas touched his beard and spoke in a relaxed tone,

"The Kenrito Council will send out battle mages, but I'm curious, what do you know about Dalaran?"

Dick touched his chin and spat out a sentence with a look of remembrance, "Just when I was discharged from the army three years ago, I met a down-and-out old gentleman in Andorhar, and after I gave him a large glass of ale, this old gentleman named Theo told me a story about the "cold of ebony". ”

When Antonidas heard these two names, his hand stroking his beard stiffened in place, he took a deep breath and looked at Dick cautiously,

"When the war is over, you'll have to make a trip to Dalaran!"

Dick shrugged his shoulders in the face of this request, signaling that he knew, and then he turned his gaze to Prince Alterac, who had been silent, and he asked softly,

"Prince Oriden, do you want to know where I got this news from? I heard that some people have been looking for you lately, and they are from... Oh yes, Ravenhold Manor... I think I..."

"The Syndicate is willing to help you... But we need a place to hide!"

Auridon's status is the most downtrodden, but it is also the best to speak, in the face of this request, Dick waved his hand,

"Welcome to Stratholme!"

When Dick turned his gaze to Lothama-Theron, the great man who would later become regent of the rebuilt Quel'Salas Empire squinted at him.

Just as Dick opened his mouth, he reached out and interrupted Dick's words.

"Before I arrived, Prince Kael'thas had the Ranger Force set out to support the Silver Hand Knights, and in return, we hope that the Silver Hand will help us raise a group of Elven Paladins. ”

Dick glanced at Uther, then nodded.

"Yes! That's fair!"