The next morning, Dick came out of the humble tent with his head shaky, he had not slept well the previous night, his mind was full of cranky thoughts, and when the actual battle with the Twilight Hammer began, Dick realized that he had chosen a very bad battlefield. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I should go to Silisus first!"

Dick sighed, "At least there's no such thing as the Twilight Prophet there. ”

After saying that, the paladin patted his face, packed his bags, and saw Liadelin coming over with a few pieces of bread, all marching in the field, and in one night, the paladins and militiamen only barely repaired the previous kitchen, and it would be nice to have hot bread to eat.

Dick was not picky, neither before nor now, he was not a picky person, and after taking the bread, he chatted with Liadline,

"After this return, I plan to go to Silisus, on the one hand, to fulfill the promise with the Black Iron Dwarves, on the other hand, the Explorers Guild has a stronghold over there, and I heard that those Twilight cultists have been active over there lately, and when I am done with these things, Silver Dawn should be on the right track, and then return to Stormwind to deal with the troubles here. ”

Dick took a sip of water and smiled at Liadline, "After you go back this time, you should also get some rest." ”

The High Elves smiled and nodded, the days of running around also made her a little tired, as immortals, they prefer to stay in one place and feel the passage of time, the past long time has been like this, this kind of running days, it really makes Liadline a little unrefreshed.

But just as the two of them were chatting warmly, an exclamation came from the other side of the camp.

"What's going on?"

Dick put down the bread in his hand and watched as the old knight Dave crashed through the crowd and hurried towards him, with a trace of blood on his forehead.

"Commander, I was attacked by Marshal Windsor during my vigil last night, and the slate... The slate was also snatched away by him!"

"Smack!"

The glass of water in Dick's hand was crushed violently, and the paladin's face was extremely pale. Liadline also understood what was happening in an instant.

"Mr. Wendsol, can't he let go of Stormwind after all?"

"He... That old man is going to die!

Dick clenched his fists, and the reason why he wanted to take Wendsol away was because he was afraid that this stubborn veteran would go back to the old way, but he didn't expect him to pretend to be stupid and deceive himself!

"Bastard, do you want to die like that?"

Dick scolded several times before patting Liadeline on the shoulder, and commanded the High Elves and the ashamed-looking Dave,

"You take the knights to Lakeside Town, where you fly to Stormwind in a griffon!

Dick pulled out the reins of the star horse from his waist with his left hand, and with a touch of his hand, the majestic and beautiful astral pegasus appeared beside Dick, and the big guy hit his head on Dick's head, and the paladin turned over and grabbed the reins, and said to Liadline a moment before taking off,

"If you hear bad news on the way, turn straight to the Valley of Thorns, and from there go back to Theramore, don't worry too much about me!

Dick's fingers touched Liadlin's sharp ear, and then with a flick of the reins, the star schieved, rushed forward a few steps, flapped its wings, and flew away, soon disappearing into the rays of the rising sun.

"Dave, assemble the soldiers in 15 minutes!

Although he was very gentle in the face of Dick, in the eyes of the other knights, this mercy knight was really not very "merciful", and the high elves did not pretend to be for others, but they were very senior, so when Liadlin stood at the gate of the camp with the dragon summoning of the emerald green hilt, all the knights acted quickly.

But the beautiful girl still looked at the direction of Dick's departure with some concern, and she had a hunch that Dick's rescue this time would not be too smooth.

Marshal Wendthor left last night, it's been a whole night, if he also changes to a griffin, it is estimated that he is likely to be close to the territory of Stormwind City at the moment, although the speed of the star is fast, but Dick really may not be able to catch up.

Actually, Dick may not be able to catch up, as the griffon that Windsor was riding was already parked next to the griffon keeper in Shining Gold.

The old marshal, who had not slept all night, and was on the way, had a resolute face, his pale hair was a little disheveled, and his eyes were a little red, and he blew a cold wind on the griffin all night, after all, he was old, and when he landed on the griffin, he had to be supported by the griffin keeper so as not to fall.

"Go to the pride of the lion king, kid, and by the way, help me call Sheriff Duhan. ”

Wendsol said to the griffon administrator, the griffon administrator, this is already a low-ranking officer in the Stormwind Kingdom, he recognized Wendsol, the famous old marshal in the kingdom, at a glance, and immediately did not dare to slack off, and picked up the sleepy and hungry old marshal and ran to the Lion King's Pride Hotel in the center of the town.

Ten minutes later, Du Han, the sheriff who had just finished breakfast, also hurriedly walked into the pride of the lion king.

The groomed old marshal was sitting at the table by the roaring fireplace, munching on his breakfast, and the owner of the Lion King's Pride Inn, Farrell, himself carrying a jug of wine and filling the glass for the thirsty marshal, although Wendsall had lost the struggle of the upper classes, in the eyes of the lower classes, the old marshal was still the most perfect military incarnation.

Especially when the old marshal rushed to the dangerous burning plains alone with a militia regiment, the farewell team was extremely spectacular, and among the military forces of the Stormwind Kingdom, Wendthor was definitely the figure standing at the top of its pyramid.

This is also one of the reasons why the Black Dragon Princess Onexia, also known as Count Caterina Presto, must drive Wendthor out of Stormwind, as long as this upright old marshal is still around, Stormwind City will not be in chaos!

"Marshal, you're finally back!"

Duhan, the sheriff of Shining Gold Town, a retired veteran, like other veterans, has great respect for an officer like Windsor who has experienced orc warfare, and as soon as he heard Marshal Windsor's summons, he rushed here from his home as quickly as possible.

"Well, I'm back!"

Wendthor put a piece of bread into his mouth and, as he ate, said to Duhan,

"Doohan, I need a suit of armor, a weapon, and a good horse, I'm going to Stormwind!"

"Marshal, are you back to preside over the overall situation?"

Du Han said excitedly, "During the period of time you left, the big people in Stormwind City were like crazy, they held banquets all day long, and they didn't pay attention to political affairs at all, whether it was the Western Wilderness, or Night Town, even North County and East Valley have become a lot of chaos, and the letter for help we handed over has sunk into the sea, and we can't go on like this, Marshal!"

"I know!"

Wendthor clenched his fists and looked in the direction of Stormwind, he touched the cloth bag hanging from his waist, and said in a firm tone,

"So I'm back! ”

"Okay! I'll go and prepare, Marshal, wait a minute!"

Duhan rushed out of the hotel again, leaving behind Farrell and Wendsol, the innkeeper Farrell, who was much older than the quick-tempered Duhan, and he saw ominous signs in Wendsol's tight brow.

"Marshal, is it because things are not going well?"

Farrell asked in a low voice, which woke Wendsol in thought, and he looked up, poured the last glass of wine into his mouth, and patted Farrell on the shoulder with a smile,

"Don't worry, I'll put an end to this. Everything will be fine, the Stormwind Kingdom is not so easy to defeat!"

Farrell could tell from the marshal's tone that something was not quite right, but as a civilian, he had no choice but to retreat quietly.

A few minutes later, Dohan walked into the hotel with a piece of armor that wasn't too new and a sheathed sword.

"Marshal, this is the armor I used when I was serving in Lakeside Town, it..."

"It's great!"

Wendthor took it with a smile and stroked the knife marks on the armor with his hand, "I smell the breath of battle from this armor, it's good, I have a doomed battle today, I've been running away for too long, it's time to go to the battlefield!"

Watching Wendsol skillfully put on the armor, Duhan handed over the sheathed long sword in his hand, Wendsol took it in his hand, and twitched it slightly, and a touch of cold light should be on the blade of the sword.

"Very well, I need such a sword. ”

With that, the old marshal hung his sword at his waist, held his helmet under his arm, and strode out of the inn.

Outside the gate, nearly a thousand residents of the entire Shining Gold Town gathered there, and when Wendsol, who had been dressed all his life, walked out of the pride of the Lion King, everyone's cheers rang out at this moment.

"The marshal is really back!"

"He will punish those nobles as before!"

"Marshal, take us with you! they will hurt you!"

Wendsol saw the eyes of the civilians full of enthusiasm and concern, his cold heart seemed to be full of strength, civilians are not fools, Wendsol does not have a single soldier, but he is wearing armor and holding a weapon, this is obviously wrong.

Combined with the rumors that this upright old marshal was "invited" out of Stormwind a few months ago, how could the civilians not understand what was going on, the marshal was going back to Stormwind City desperately!

The changes in Stormwind City in recent months, the residents of this town closest to Stormwind City feel it most clearly, although usually the big people don't care much about the lives of civilians, but this situation has become worse in recent months, the fish people in Crystal Lake and the kobolds in the Elwin Forest have invaded the residents, and the sheriff has even personally gone to Stormwind City several times, but no reinforcements have been found, and this state of not even being able to guarantee life has just been unbearable for the residents.

It is said that the Defia thieves in the Wild West are resurrected, with murders happening every week, and everything is terrible.

The arrival of Wendthor ignited this depression and anger even more, and everyone shouted in unison to go to Stormwind City with Marshal Wendthor to find those nobles to reason, but this situation made the old marshal's eyes more painful.

That sense of mission is getting stronger and stronger!

Wendsol even felt that he could survive the war and become a marshal, all for this day, the country was falling into darkness, but even if he risked his life, could he pull it back?

"Enough! everyone!"

Windsor shouted, "Stay here, you've given me your best gifts, you've given me hope! Let me do the rest, a veteran! I promise you that from this day forward, the light of Stormwind will not continue to be so dim!

"Now, it's time for me to go! Everyone, wait for the news of victory!"

Wendsol turned over on his horse, and Duhan, who had also been dressed all his life, was also riding on another horse, and the old marshal looked at the sheriff, who was no longer young, and the latter stretched out his hand, touched his son's face, and then turned back to Wendsol and said,

"Marshal, I'm a veteran too! I've sworn to protect this country!"

Windsor looked at Duhan, and then at the boy who was holding a wooden sword and waving at Duhan in his mother's arms, and there was a hint of moisture in his bright eyes, but how could a veteran who was about to set foot on the battlefield need these things.

Wendthor put his helmet on top of his head and pulled the reins,

"Let's go! Target, Stormwind!"

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