"Hello, Miss Gianna, thank you and this warrior for your help!"

Leaving his majestic state of battle, Uther transformed into a polite knight, and he duly thanked Gianna, who nodded reservedly, took out the scroll with the seal of King Terenus from his cuff, and handed it to Uther. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Commander Uther, this is a personal order from His Majesty Terenus, and as a helper, my squires and I will join in this rescue. ”

Seeing that Uther had finished reading the scroll, Gianna lowered her voice, although in the tent of the headquarters, there were only three people, including Dick.

Perhaps the contents of this scroll were too terrifying, but after Uther finished reading it, the middle-aged man sat in his chair, and seemed to have no interest in speaking, he rubbed his forehead with a headache, turned his gaze to the smiling Gianna, and after a moment of resting on the expressionless Dick, Uther spoke.

"The Knights of the Silver Hand need to recuperate, even if we even connect the army in the Valley of the Hearth, we can only send a maximum of 500 people, if the situation of Stratholme is already like that of Andorhar, just such a few soldiers, I'm afraid..."

"You need not worry about that, Mr. Uther. ”

Gianna glanced back at Dick, who nodded, took a step forward, and whispered,

"According to the eldest lady's private intelligence network, we can be sure that there is no plague in Stratholm at the moment, the dark forces are lurking in that city, and their target is the Prince of Arthas, as long as we dare to bring him back before His Royal Highness makes some wrong decisions, he will not be in much danger!"

Dick's tone was solemn, and Gianna, who was blocked by him, looked a little strange, when did he have a private intelligence network?

"Oh?"

Hearing Dick's categorical words, Uther's mood recovered a little, and he muttered for a moment,

"Message, is it reliable?"

"Actually, the eldest lady still has a specific information about the activities of the undead forces in the Dalongmir area, the Zulmasha area near Quel'Salas is the birthplace and base of the undead, before the dark forces' conspiracy against His Royal Highness the Prince is achieved, the entire East Dalongmir, there is no possibility of deterioration, Mr. Uther, don't forget that the Chapel of the Holy Light's Wish is located in the East Dalongmir, which annoys those ascetics, even if it is not yet a climate, it will be a headache. ”

Instead of answering Uther's question head-on, Dick shifted the subject to the other side, and Uther's brow completely disappeared at the mention of the Chapel of the Light's Wish.

Although the belief in the Holy Light has spread throughout the Eastern Continent along with the division of the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind, there are only three Holy Places of the Holy Light Church at present: the Holy Light Monastery in Tirisfa, the Holy Light Wish Chapel in East Dalongmir, and the North County Monastery in the Southern Stormwind Kingdom, and these three holy places represent three attitudes towards the Holy Light.

The Abbey of the Light is the most paranoid, they focus on the aggressiveness of the Light, which is one of the reasons why it will become a stronghold of the paranoid and crazy Scarlet Crusaders in the future, and the Northshire Abbey is the softest, focusing on the healing study of the Light, which is why the Cathedral of the Light in the Kingdom of Stormwind is so prosperous, it is most in line with the essence of the Light.

The Chapel of the Wish of the Holy Light focuses on the way of the Holy Light's Imperial Guard, and the paladins who go out from here are as resolute as the tenacious mountains and the earth, which is also the fundamental reason why the entire northern frontier was captured by the undead after 3 years, and only the Chapel of the Holy Light's Wish can stick to the front line of the undead invasion.

At this point in time, although the Chapel of the Light's Wish is not as famous as it later is, as Dick said, there are a large number of ascetics hidden there, and if these fanatical followers of the Light are provoked, it will be a headache for even King Terenus.

He nodded, touched his neatly trimmed beard, and said to Gianna and Dick with a smile,

"Then, as soon as the Knights have withdrawn to the Crusader fortress, we will set out, and I have just heard that my old brother, Alessandro, has recently been staying at the Chapel of the Light's Wish, and we may ask him to come and help. ”

When Gianna heard this, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows,

"Are you talking about one of the commanders of the Paladins in the Second Orc War, Grand Lord Alessandro Mograini? ”

"Hahaha, that's him!"

Uther clapped his hands with a smile, "Alessandro is a qualified paladin and lord, but he is also extremely strict with his subordinates, especially for his two sons, but Renaud and Dalyan are also very good young men, and they will definitely become warriors like Alessandro in the future." ”

Hearing this, Dick laughed silently.

Alessandro Mograini, lord of the Monastery of the Light and the Brill region, will become the "Ember Bringer" after 3 months, and even the mighty King of the Death Knight is no match for him until Arthas, who wields the magic sword, does not fully accept the power of the Lich King, but this hero dies a miserable death and is betrayed and killed by his eldest son.

The youngest son died in order to redeem him, and as a result, he became the Lich King's evil war machine, the leader of the "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse", and the betrayed eldest son was killed by the fallen younger son, and the Mograine family has since become the heir.

It was a terrible thing for everyone, but Uther certainly didn't see it, because he was killed by his own disciple, Arthas, before his brother died.

"Drop... Uther's dilemma is complete!"

Receiving the reward for completing the mission, a smile appeared on the corner of Dick's mouth, since he wants to change the direction of the world, then let's start with the present, and let the Ash Messenger continue to be active, this sounds like a very emotional idea.

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East Dalongmir, Zul Masha, a fierce battle is going on.

The tattered Lordaeron banner and the Silver Hand banner stood in the rudimentary camp, while the trolls, who had become completely plague-infected undead creatures, rushed out from all directions and tried to storm the camp, a battle that had been going on for a long time, judging by the thick layer of ashes around the camp and the corpses that had not had time to be put together.

"Get out! Faric, go to the Chapel of Light's Wish! Go to Lord Tyrosus and have him come to our aid!"

A hammer smashed the plague troll in front of him, Arthas raised his left hand, and a warm light fell on the bruised Faric beside him, hearing the shout of His Royal Highness the Prince, the brave captain of the guard glanced at the southern mist, roared, and turned over and rode on the war horse of His Royal Highness the Prince, and rushed out towards the passage that Marvien and the others had opened for him with their lives.

Seeing that Faric had successfully broken through the enemy's obstruction, the tired Arthas took a deep breath,

"Defend back, retreat into the camp and use the flames against these evil scum!"

The last two dozen knights, under the command of Arthas, used the holy water they carried and the collected firewood to block the invasion of the plague trolls with difficulty, and as the trolls who had lost their lives broke through the first layer of defense, the broken Lordaeron and the Silver Hand battle banner fell weakly into the surrounding flames, and on the farther hillside, a figure in a black robe and carrying a long sword was riding on a horse, and beside him were several trembling cursed mages.

"Isn't there any news from Kel'thugad yet?"

The black-robed knight looked at the cursed mages, they shook their heads, and the knight suddenly snorted coldly,

"Is the circle that summoned Malganis ready?"

"Mr. Baron, the circle has been prepared for a long time, but without the presiding over of Lord Kel'thugad, it is difficult for us to succeed at one time, and the first two summons ended in failure!"

The old cursed mage was about to try to defend himself, a flash of sword light lit up from his neck, watching the old head and headless corpse fall to the ground, the smell of blood made the other cursed mages suddenly excited, and the black-robed knight who wiped his sword with a handkerchief looked indifferently at several other cursed mages who took a step back.

"I don't care what method you use, before tonight, you must summon Malganis here, the plan of the great master has been postponed for three whole days! Because of your incompetence, I must find a way to trap Arthas here for three whole days, but my patience, and the patience of my master, have been exhausted, do not tell me that you can't do without Kel'thugad!"

The black-robed knight inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, and habitually rubbed the lord's seal on his fingers,

"The plague grain has been dispersed into Stratholme, and in 4 hours, the plague will break out, and if Malganes has not yet arrived by then, then you will face the wrath of your master, go and prepare, remember, you only have 4 hours left!"

The black-robed knight took one last look at Arthas who was holding his position, and under the two beautiful mustaches, a grim smile bloomed,

"Come, little prince, I have laid a feast for you in Stratholm to celebrate your coming to our side!"

On the other side, Faric, who stood out from the encirclement, completely ignored his seriously injured body, flicked his horsewhip madly, this war horse named "Invincible" was the prince's favorite mount, it was proud, like the king of horses, but now, Invincible also seemed to feel the crisis of its master, its speed was fast, like a black lightning bolt through the green mist.

Faric couldn't help but be in a hurry, and although it seemed that His Royal Highness could continue to fight, only the captains of the guard, Farick and Marvion, who were closest to him, knew that His Royal Highness had exhausted his physical strength to the limit under the double pressure of the plague of natural disasters and the betrayal of Baron Rivendell of Stratholme.

Three days ago, on their way to Stratholme, the Plague Trolls who had rushed out of Zulmasa had trapped the team in the mountains of Zulmatha, and the Plague Trolls had been mad enough to stop them from breaking through, and the battle had been fierce, from the beginning to the present.

Of the 300-strong team, only about 20 remained.

Reinforcements! Reinforcements must be found!

Farrick threw the whip on Invincible's body again, but at this moment, the war horse, which had accompanied His Royal Highness for three days in battle, finally exhausted its last ounce of strength after running wild for nearly half an hour in the plague mist that spread all over Zulmasa.

"Restored!"

Farrick heard the invincibility's scream of pain, and realized that something was wrong, but before he could react, it felt like the world was spinning, and the whole person was thrown away.

The black war horse struggled weakly on the ground, Faric used his long sword to lean, and came to the invincible side with difficulty, looking at the tears in the eyes of these war horses, looking at its twisted hooves, and the bloody wounds all over his body, even though there were countless souls under Faric's sword, at this moment, he couldn't help but half-kneel beside the invincible head.

"You're also worried about His Royal Highness, aren't you?"

Faric's voice trembled, and he took the dagger from his bosom with difficulty.

"Don't worry, I will find reinforcements, and I will save Your Highness!"

"Restored!"

Invincible talked weakly, licked Faric's dirty face with his tongue, the veteran held down the increasingly weak body of the war horse, and finally slashed with his left hand, the invincible head, weakly fell to the ground, the beautiful blue pupils of the war horse still have tears of pain, but life has completely dissipated from those eyes.

"Ahhhh

Farrick roared in anger and slammed his fists to the ground, he stood up, took one last look at the horse that had fallen on the side of the road, his sword in hand, made his way, and limped away into the green mist, which was the path to the Chapel of Light's Wish.

For Faric, it's also the path to hope!