Led by the succubus lady Namara, Wendsol walked through the spiraling down stairs, and the moment he stepped into the ground, the hustle and bustle of the Black Iron Bar was isolated from the floor, and the old marshal cautiously clenched the dagger in his wrist, and the moment he turned around, the scantily clad succubus had disappeared into the passage. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Well, secret gatherings. ”

The old marshal sneered, touched his still aching abdomen, and strode into the darkness.

Two minutes later, a mahogany gate appeared in front of his eyes, Wendsol looked left and right, there was no secret door, there was no ambush, he was a little confused, but the style of the soldier still made him reach out and push the door open after thinking for a few seconds.

It was a quaintly decorated room, with quirky artwork on the surrounding mahogany shelves, and the flames of the fireplace jumping, and the room was small, so the moment the door opened, Wendthor could see it.

A High Elf in a long blue dress with beautiful orange hair standing on the edge of the couch with his shoulders crossed, holding a one-handed longsword with a green hilt in one hand, a black-haired human sitting on the couch with his back to him, opposite a hazy guy in a black robe, Windsor had seen him.

The impression is vague, but it must have been the eldest son of Duke Aberlock, who is said to have been missing for almost ten years, and in his left hand he carried a man-high green scythe, with a black handle and a sharp, curved blade, and on the back of the scythe formed a skeleton with an open mouth, revealing a mouth full of fangs, and on either side of the skeleton, also decorated with carvings of small skeletons.

Even a human veteran like Windsor who didn't know anything about spells could see the thick green energy lingering around this scythe, filthy and deep, and the old marshal turned his head sideways, he felt that if he looked at it more, his soul would be sucked in.

It's a magic weapon, no doubt about it!

And it seems that the eldest son of Duke Aberlock had some very bad things after his disappearance.

"Few people can clearly see the end of their lives decades ago. ”

The young man with his back to him spoke, his voice clear and sounding like a special sense of power, and with this voice he stood up, and when he turned, Wendsol was greeted by a very ordinary-looking face, square, which did not seem to be of much interest.

Only those brown eyes, in which Wendsol saw the burning flames, the exhaustion after a hard battle, and the indomitable fighting spirit.

There is no quotation, and the guy in the dress in front of him is a veteran like him.

Dick was also observing the famous marshal, who was already old, no doubt by his pale hair, and slightly bent waist, but the old man was still alert as a warrior, his left leg resting behind his right, and his arms hanging naturally at his sides.

This slightly odd move allowed him to attack in an instant, something that Dick had learned from the veterans when he was in the Silver Hand.

"I'm curious, Mr. Wendthor, why did you take the initiative to come to this place when you knew that you were likely to die at the hands of the Black Dragon?

"No, young man!"

The old marshal's eyes lowered, and his voice was soft because of the vigilance, "If I am destined to die at the hands of the black dragon, I also hope that it will be on the battlefield, while I can still raise my sword, while I still have the strength to tear a piece of flesh from it." ”

"Bang Bang!"

Dick applauded, "Sure enough, if you are used to being a wolf, it will be difficult to become a sheep, and it seems that my friend and I have made a wise decision to rescue you." ”

"I'm curious, young man, who are you, why did you save me? Now the whole of Stormwind wants me to die, so that I can use this news to please that lady Presto and that idiot of Berval. ”

Windsor said the end, his tone somewhat gloomy, but seeing Dick's faint friendliness, he threw the dagger in his hand into the empty corner on his left.

Just as the sheathed dagger was about to smash into the corner, a leather-armored hand reached out of the air and grasped it steadily, and Demitil stepped out of his disguise.

Seeing this hand, Dick's eyes lit up, and he admired again,

"I've heard before that some gifted high-ranking warriors can detect opponents hiding in the shadows just by their senses, and you're the first marshal I've ever met! ”

Wendsol threw his body into the soft sofa, reached out and picked up the wine glass on the table, and said nonchalantly,

"I've been on the battlefield for more than thirty years, and believe me, kid, it's nothing. ”

The old warrior took a sip of wine and looked at Dick, "This dress is not for you, we are the same kind of people, and the armor is our best dress!"

Dick paused for a moment, then laughed dumbly, and he sat back on the couch and cleared his throat.

"Well, Marshal, let me be honest with you, I'm Dick, the leader of the Silver Dawn of Theramore, and I'm here for the same purpose as you! ”

Wendthor's eyes narrowed to Kanressad, who was closing his eyes and communicating with the newly arrived weapon, and the paladin waved his hand,

"Don't worry, this guy doesn't seem to be very credible, but now he's on our side. ”

"Okay!"

Windsor groaned and spoke, "The baby dragon was just an accident, the soldiers of the Morgan Corps and I saw it swaggering from the Blackstone Tower in the direction of Red Ridge Mountain one evening, we attacked it, the fool was obviously too confident in his strength, but while the soldiers were happily roasting the dragon's meat, I found a letter in its claws!"

"Letter?"

The paladin's long memories have been awakened, and if he remembers correctly, the original starting point of the epic quest in the game that has something to do with Windsor seems to be a letter as well?

"Yes, an encrypted letter!"

Wendthall's serious face looked much darker in the light of the fireplace, and he took a big sip of wine and wiped his mouth,

"The dragon is written, and the shadow magic is disguised, I can't read the letter, but I hid it, and then that night, a huge black dragon at least 70 meters long attacked Morgan Sentry with the dragons, I went back to Red Ridge Mountain that night, and sent the head of the black dragon back to the kingdom, and on the third day, when I came back, I found that Morgan Sentry had been occupied by the Black Iron Dwarves, and you all know what happened next. ”

"Where's that letter?"

Liadline asked.

"Taken by the Black Iron Dwarves!"

Wendsol touched his right hand regretfully, "Solomon the mayor of Lakeside Town, Red Ridge Mountain, who is from the side of Bolvar, out of suspicion, I did not give him the letter, but when I woke up from the dwarven prison, my armor and my sword were gone, and the letter was gone. ”

"Then there's still a chance. ”

Kanressad opened his eyes, his green eyes were somewhat terrifying, and he gently stroked the hilt of the scythe as he said, "The Black Iron Dwarves belong to the Fire Demons, and the Black Dragons have a very poor relationship with them, if the Dwarves get the letter, the Black Dragons don't want to get it." ”

"So, the problem actually turns back to the dwarves!"

Dick rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Can you figure out where that letter is?"

The warlock shook his head, "You think too highly of us, Dick, the palace of the Black Iron Emperor is not so easy to get into. In fact, if your relationship with Ravenhold is not so bad, they can easily help you get that letter, as long as you can afford to pay the commission, and in their eyes, there are few secrets in this world. ”

The paladin rolled his eyes, but when his eyes turned to Windsor, Dick's head hurt again, because he knew who the mastermind of everything was and what the plot was, but he didn't think Windsor would believe him, but he decided to try it, and if he could convince the veteran here, everything would be solved.

"Your Excellency, I met Duke Berval a year ago, with all due respect, I have the impression that he is a very wise gentleman, and with his assistance, His Majesty Varian should not have made the situation in Stormwind so serious, right?

Hearing Dick's words, Windsor snorted coldly,

"A year ago, Bolval really wouldn't let this country rot like this, but ever since the appearance of the Count Caterina from Lordaeron, Bolval's fool has been captivated by beauty, and I never knew that he could be so terrible when he was stupid!"

As he spoke, the old marshal's resentment was all drawn out, and he stood up, waving his hands excitedly, and scolded,

"And Varian! What a wise boy he was! I thought he would run the country like his father, King Lane, and he did, and when he married Tiffine, when Anduin Jr. was born, oh my God, I thought the country I had guarded all my life would soon flourish! But just five years ago, poor Tiffine died in the rebellion of the Brotherhood of Masons because of the unpaid wages of those stupid nobles. ”

Wendthall's voice was low, and it could be seen that the old marshal was very sad,

"Tiffine was a good boy, a perfect wife and queen, and after her death, Varian was like a different man, drunk all day long, like a lowly drunkard, not a valiant king! I know that he is not to blame, but he has his duty, and he abandoned his duty like a coward, and Bolval reorganized the Council of Nobles in desperation, but that woman! The damned woman, the woman surnamed Presto, her presence ruined everything!"

"Caterina Presto?"

Dick's eyes narrowed, "With all due respect, Marshal, don't you think the timing of her appearance is too coincidental? After she appeared, the black dragon appeared in the Stormwind Kingdom, and after she appeared, Stormwind City became chaotic, maybe you don't know, there are a lot of evil magic that can easily hide the true face of those bad guys..."

Wendthor glanced back at Dick, and he shook his head regretfully,

"I know what you're trying to say, young man, but unfortunately I once invited the Archbishop of the Cathedral of Light, His Excellency Benedictas, a disciple of Fao's crown, and the prestigious Archbishop Benedictas to verify Katarina's identity, there is no doubt that she is a real human being, and there is no trace of her being infected by dark magic. ”

Wendthor silenced Dick's next words.

What should he say?

Do you want to tell the old marshal that the bishop of the Cathedral of Light, who almost single-handedly helped Varian Ureon rebuild Stormwind, is the equivalent of a "living saint" in the southern part of the Eastern Continent, and is called "saint" by Uther, and that Benedictas is the second person in the Twilight Hammer, the self-proclaimed Great Black Hand of the Twilight Prophet?

Dick believed that if he dared to say this, the believer of the Holy Light in front of him would definitely smash it with a punch.

But the problem is, isn't it a in itself that you find a black hand to verify another black hand?

The topic is once again in the dead alley.

After a few minutes, the paladin anxiously grasped the green leaf-shaped pendant on his chest and said to Liadrin,

"Honey, gather the knights, and when I get back, we'll get out of here!"

"What are you going to do? young man. ”

Wendthor asked curiously, and Dick took the tomahawk he had wrapped from Liadrin's hand with a gloomy face.

"Go and bring back that unreassuring Copperbeard Princess, and then send you home!"