In the small room, the atmosphere was frozen to the extreme for a while!

Abel swallowed his saliva, his body was still trembling, but his nature as a man still made him pick up the scissors on the table and bravely block it in front of Eliza and Madian, his voice trembling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You... Who are you!Outlander, here... You're not welcome here! There's no Madion here! Let's go!"

Hearing this, Dick, who was a little depressed, scratched his head, then raised his hands and put them in front of him to show that he had no malicious intent, and soon he cleared his throat again, took out a badge from his pocket, and handed it to Abel.

"Uh... You guys seem to have misunderstood something, okay okay, put down the scissors, grave keeper, that thing will only hurt you, look at this! I'm a paladin from Theramore, this is my badge, look, it has Lordaeron's insignia on it, you should know this!"

The big man standing in the dark seemed very friendly, Abel breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't let his guard down, as a tomb keeper, he had seen how treacherous those tomb robbers were! He carefully took Dick's badge and put it in front of his eyes to see, Abel was an apothecary apprentice in Night Town when he was young, and he also served as a private soldier of Duke Eberlock's family, so he still knew the badge of the Seven Nations Alliance.

After carefully identifying the gilded insignia, Able breathed a sigh of relief, but he soon panicked again.

Don't forget, this is a feudal era after all, and a paladin may not be a big deal in a big city like Stormwind, but in a poor mountain like Raven Ridge, he is already a great person.

Abel's legs were a little weak, oh my God, what did he do? He actually threatened the noble knight lord with a weapon, but while Abel was thinking nonsense, Dick had already stepped into the room.

Under the light, the blue flame light on the neckline was masked, and Dick's kind face was reflected in the eyes of the three people, probably the existence of the power of order, which made Dick's temperament easily accepted by others, of course, in the eyes of non-disordered creatures, Dick was "ugly" and unpresentable.

But at this moment, even Eliza breathed a sigh of relief, she let go of Median, who had been held in her arms, and hurried to prepare a simple tea to entertain the honorable "knight lord". Dick invited the terrified Able to sit in a chair, and he sat down in the chair himself, and then turned his gaze to Median.

The child was no longer nervous, but instead, his silver-white eyes were staring closely at the blue flame rose on Dick's collar, and the perception of blood inheritance was calling the child, and the rose seemed to have the smell of his own relatives.

Dick followed Madian's gaze and saw the flame rose on his chest, he sighed, took the rose in his hand, then took a deep look, and finally handed it to Madian.

He turned to Abel and his wife and said,

"Actually, you don't have to worry, this child's father is also my elder, I was commissioned by him to come and see Median, by the way, Abel, I heard in Nightlight that when you were young, you were an apothecary apprentice for a while, right?"

Abelcrobi nodded nervously,

"Yes, Lord Knight, I grew up in North County, and when I was younger, the priests of the monastery often asked me to help him with simple healing potions, but I haven't done those delicate tasks in many years. ”

"Don't worry, my friend!"

Dick waved his hand, reached for some old quill pens on Abel's desk, took out a small leather scroll from his backpack, wrote down a lot of things, and finally flipped the ring on his finger, put it in his mouth and sighed, and covered the end of the scroll like a seal.

He handed the scroll to Abel, and said in a relaxed tone,

"Do you know the eldest princess of Lordaeron? uh... You probably don't know, but that's okay!, Your Highness has created a new country in Kalimdor, and now you need someone like you with a skill to join, if you believe me, take this scroll to Camp Coulson in Thorn Valley, and they will arrange for someone to take you to Theramore, where you can easily get a very good position!"

Abelcrombie was poor in the first half of his life, where did such a good thing happen? He hesitated to stretch out his hand, but Madion said,

"Uncle Abel, go ahead, Uncle also said, the Twilight Forest is getting more and more unsafe, you and Aunt Eliza live here, it's dangerous!"

Abel glanced back at a nervous Eliza, finally took Dick's scroll, and then watched Dick walk into the deep wilderness with the quiet Median.

"My dear... Do you think I should..."

"It's okay, Abel, those things are in the past, anyway, the people in Night Town hate us, so it's better to listen to that adult, I know you read a lot of books when you were a teenager, if it weren't for that accident... You should have been a decent person, my dear, and don't miss this rare opportunity again. ”

"Hey... Well, we'll leave tomorrow!, I forgot to ask the adult's name, we have to find a way to thank him. ”

"Isn't there here? You see, my dear, the adult's name is Dick-Don... Uh, that's a weird name, and there's anyone else calling it?"

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"Why are you helping Uncle Abel? You're only meeting him for the first time!"

Madeen walked in front of Dick like a little adult, and there were only two of them in the dark, so the little boy took off his face covering, and as he walked, he suddenly stopped, and turned to question Dick,

"You say, what kind of conspiracy do you have!"

Faced with this question, Dick shrugged his shoulders,

"Abel has enough ability to live a better life, I just happened to discover his talent. ”

However, from Madian's disdainful expression, it was clear that the precocious child did not believe Dick's claim.

Actually, Dick said it from the heart.

Abel Crombie, the now penniless grave keeper, in 4 years, his wife will die of illness, and Abel, who loves his wife deeply, can't bear this cruel fact, so he does it himself and tries to "resurrect" his wife!

It may seem like a whimsical attention, but unbelievably he succeeded!

Although the resurrected wife has become an undead monster to eat people's hearts, she still miraculously retains her sanity, and Abel secretly murders the traveler for the sake of the resurrected wife, and finally attracts the elite guards of Nightlight Town-Night Watchman, and Eliza is re-executed!

Abel was exiled, but the genius apothecary was always thinking about revenge, and then turned into a monster, so he deceived the players, collected materials from nothing, and finally made a terrible weapon of war on his own, Abomination!

It's hard to believe, right? A middle-aged man who had only received the most rudimentary knowledge of alchemy, under the power of hatred, actually made abomination without a teacher, which was enough to prove how high Abel Crond's alchemy talent was compared to this now down-and-out middle-aged man!

"The Revenge of the Corpse Hider" and "The Fall of Stavon" were two of the most famous quest lines in the Twilight Forest, and Dick had done this quest more than once, so Dick was also willing to give a helping hand to Abelcrobi, a poor tragic fellow with no talent.

As for the other famous figure of the Twilight Forest, Staven, that guy is a pure combination of a narcissist and an old pervert and a murderer, and Dick has no interest in him!

However, Median, the little boy, did not dwell on this question, on the contrary, he took out the burning blue flame rose from his arms, held it in his hand, and asked in a loud voice,

"You say you know my father, so where is he?"

Dick pursed his lips, facing this question, he really didn't know how to answer, just when Dick hesitated, a cold blood-red dagger was attached to the back of Dick's neck, just a slight stab, the paladin would die, but for some reason, the cold blade never stabbed down!

The dagger looked like a combination of bone and steel, with the emblem of the old tribe emerging from the edge of the curved blade, a depression, and three sharp spikes on the outermost side, faintly red grooves on the blades, which were evil designs for bloodletting.

If Dick had turned around, he would have recognized that this dagger was the Kingkiller, one of the three artifacts of thieves, and its holder, from the moment King Ryan's heart was gouged out, had always belonged to the epic assassin Garona, and as mentioned earlier, Garona was Median's biological mother!

But the most frightening thing was that neither Median nor Dick were aware of the existence of this dagger, until Dick said coldly,

"Mr. Medivan... Already... He has gone back to the place of his dreams, where there are his friends, where he has his love, where he has all his happy times, this flower, is the last gift of Mr. Medivan, Madian, you are qualified to receive it, and only you are qualified!"

In the invisible air, there seemed to be a low sob, and the dagger disappeared silently, as if it appeared silently.

"No! I don't want it!"

Madian lowered her head, and her tone changed from low to high:

"Medivan... Medivan is the sinner of this world! I don't want it! I hate my blood, I hate him, I don't want him to be my father, I don't want to!"

"Smack!"

Madeen left the flaming flower of flame at Dick's feet, and roared at him like a little beast, and Dick's anger surged, and in his heart, Medivan, who had saved the world, was enough to pay for the mistake that did not belong to him.

And everyone in this world is qualified to be Mai Diwen, but only Median, as the only bloodline of Medivan, as the child who was still thinking about the astral mage before he died, he did not have this qualification!

Dick raised his slap, he wanted to teach the bad boy a lesson, but eventually he sighed, put his hand down, and angrily rebuked,

"Shut up, you idiot! You have no idea what kind of sacrifice Mr. Medivan has made for the sake of this world!"

"Get out of here!"

Median was enraged by Dick's words, this child was born with a quarter of the Draenei and half of the Astral Mage's excellent bloodline, and the magical talent was definitely one of the strongest people in the world, although he was still just a child, but under the anger, the power that erupted was enough to knock down more than ten adults.

But, he's facing Dick!

So that's not enough!

As the brilliant and crazy purple and tiny magical storm enveloped Median, the turf on the ground and the surrounding trees were blown to the ground, and the irascible magic was expanding rapidly, it was clear that Median was planning to use a magic blast to force Dick back.

But at this moment, a left hand that shone with holy light and was covered by leather gloves stabbed into the magic storm as sharp as a knife, strangled Madion's neck, and the warm and slightly scorching holy light rushed into Madian's body, suppressing the magic energy that was about to explode.

Real suppression!

Absolute suppression on the power ladder!

However, a template for a destiny protagonist like Median is unjustifiable without an old grandfather by his side, and at the moment when Dick suppressed Madian's magic, a cold and vicissitudes of life and a hoarse voice like a rag tearing appeared in the dark forest to Dick's left.

Like the murmur of the wind, and as swift as thunder and lightning, it swooped into Dick's ears.

"I'll just say it once! Put that kid down, paladin!"

Dick's eyes flickered, and he turned to the dark forest, an old human mage with dry skin, silver eyes, and a rickety body, wearing strange robes, was standing there like a phantom with a magic staff, and it could be seen from the violently beating holy light on Dick's body, this old mage... It's an undead!

Judging by the fluctuation of mana that danced like a raging wind, Dick had no doubt that the slightest movement would cause him to be torn to shreds by the oldest of magic.

But he didn't panic, but took a deep breath, put the struggling Median on the ground, patted the grass clippings on his gloves, and said slowly,

"Merry Winterwind, the oldest undead and one of the most powerful mages, look what you have taught this child of great blood!"