It takes about 30 minutes to ride a horse from Shining Gold to Stormwind, because of its proximity to the royal capital, the roads here are very well groomed and flat, and the road in the quiet Elwyn Forest, at this time, is paved with blooming and withering dove-tails, and when the sound of horses' hooves crosses the forest path, the beautiful flowers are lifted from the ground, and behind the horses' hooves, a whirring wind drifts to both sides. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wendthor rode on a war horse, his body beating with the beating of the warhorse, this old marshal of his life was very skilled in riding, all the way to the white city in the distance, behind him, Duhan and some other veterans who heard the news followed behind the marshal, when they arrived at Stormwind, there were already more than a dozen soldiers in armor behind Wendsol.

Most of them were the same age as Dohan, but there were also a few gray-haired old men, all veterans who had retired from the Orc Wars and were treated favorably before Stormwind became chaotic, and most of them were scattered in the towns around the royal capital to serve as sheriffs.

Stormwind was very close to Northshire, a beautiful town that housed one of the three holy sites of the Church of Light in the Eastern Continent, the Northshire Monastery, which was also garrisoned by an army of 500 men, and Windsor could have gone there to ask for help, but after getting the letter, the old marshal gave up on the idea.

Even though it's just a guess, what if that terrible guess comes true?

Northshire Abbey, which is the direct institution of the Cathedral of Light, if a real nightmare comes true, going there is tantamount to throwing yourself into a net.

Wendthor was reluctant to take the risk, and he wasn't here to attack Stormwind, bringing too many people with him, and some unexpected problems would arise.

These questions and conjectures weighed heavily on Windsol's shoulders, and the old man was a little out of breath.

Ten minutes later, at the gate of Stormwind City, Wendthor grabbed the reins of his horse, turned over and dismounted, looking at the majestic white stone city wall in front of him, and the solid ironwood gate, Wendthor subconsciously touched the pocket on his waist, and then strode forward.

The soldiers behind him also dismounted, and under the leadership of a few real white-haired veterans, they guarded Wendthor's side.

"Stop!"

The guards guarding the gates of Stormwind had seen a dozen soldiers galloping from afar, but since Wendthor was wearing private's armor instead of the conspicuous golden marshal's armor, it wasn't until the marshal walked up to the guards that the guards with the blue lion ribbon of Stormwind City adorned spears spotted the old marshal who had suddenly returned.

"Salute you! Marshal Wendsol!"

"Smack!"

The four guards pressed their heels together, put their palms to their chests, and stood straight! There was unconcealed respect in their eyes, the old marshal in front of them was the great man who single-handedly created the revival of Stormwind, the true man of legends!

However, their duties prevented them from letting Wendthor go so easily, so the captain of the guard cautiously asked,

"Lord Marshal, you should be overseeing the battle in the Burning Plains now, why did you suddenly return to Stormwind?

"No, I didn't!"

The captain of the guard's face changed, and the commander of the army was not recruited, and returned to the royal capital privately, which was not allowed by the laws of Stormwind City, but looking at the kind old marshal in front of him, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty,

"That's... Then I'm sorry, marshal, I can't let you through!"

"Wow!p!p!"

As soon as these words fell, the veteran behind Wendsol pulled out his sharp long sword in a snap, which was a signal, more than a dozen veterans drew their weapons together, and the veteran who was the first to draw out his weapon strode forward and scolded angrily,

"Corporal Henry, I order you to get out of the way, there is a hero standing in front of you who really thinks about this country, you are stopping a great cause, stupid!"

Wendsol shook his head with a smile, he reached out and pressed the weapon the veteran raised, then turned his head to look behind him, looking at the murderous followers,

"Today, it's all going to end. Brothers, don't be afraid, we will win!"

Stopped by the marshal, the veterans indignantly put their weapons back into their scabbards, but the tense atmosphere still existed, and Windsor turned his head to look at Corporal Henry, who was holding the hilt of his sword in trepidation,

"Kid, don't you see the chaos in Stormwind, there's a conspiracy behind it all, and I'm here for it!"

The old marshal stepped forward and pressed his chest against the spears raised by the soldiers,

"Kids, are you going to stop me?"

Privates, you look at me, I look at you, and then they all took a step back, Corporal Henry's face turned pale, he knew that today's Stormwind City was destined to be in chaos.

But now he has to make a choice!

Henry looked at the marshal in front of him, then at the veteran who was looking at him angrily, thinking about the chaotic scenes he had seen when he was on duty in Storm City recently, and finally gritted his teeth and raised his left hand.

"Lay down your arms!Soldiers, escort Marshal Windsor into Stormwind!"

As soon as this order was given, the five soldiers in his squad immediately turned their guns and made way of a way, and when Wendthor led the soldiers into the city gate, Henry held on to the hilt of his sword and led the soldiers to follow behind the veterans.

"Kid, you don't have to!"

Du Han turned to Henry and said, "Go back to your post, let us veterans deal with these things." ”

Henry took a deep breath,

"No, sir, I'm walking with heroes!"

The first veteran who had drawn his weapon just now was a few steps behind, stood beside Henry, and patted Henry on the shoulder with an appreciative look,

"Hmph, boy, don't disgrace me!"

"This is my glory! ”

Wendthor strode behind the gates of Stormwind, on the 300-meter-long white stone bridge, on both sides of the bridge, four statues were erected on the piers, which were the heroes who led the army into the dark gate, closed the gate from the other side, and gave everything for the world.

It was Windsor's former comrade-in-arms, Danas Thorbairn, the true blood of Riptide Castle, a fearless general and the bravest warrior, Deculan-Brutehammer, the hero of the Brute Hammer Dwarves, and a great commander who dared to fight dragons.

Aurelia Windranger, Ranger Captain of the Quel'Salas Expeditionary Force, beautiful and fearless marksman, Khadgar, Medivan's apprentice, Windsor fought alongside him in the Battle of Karazhan, the brightest human mage.

There is also the statue at the end of the white bridge, Tulayan, the first of the five knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the lieutenant of Marshal Lothar, the top boss of Wendsol, and the first general to lead his army into the dark gate, a testament to human courage.

Windthor walked in the center of the five sculptures, and he could feel that his former companions were watching him, as if they were still standing behind him, ready to fight side by side with him, and behind him, Marshal Lothar was looking at him with a smile on his face, and the former King Lane, and the soldiers and generals who had died in battle.

The Heroic Spirits watched him from the sky, and at this moment, Windsol took up the legacy of those Heroic Spirits.

Infinite strength welled up in him, and behind him, the soldiers no longer stood in the way of the veterans, but, at the call of Corporal Henry, they joined the heroic procession.

As Windsol walked up to Tulayan's statue, a stream of blood flowed through his body, and the old warrior mustered all his strength and shouted towards Stormwind,

"Just like a long time ago, in Karazhan it was destined to be! Monster, here I am!

Driven by the power of high-level warriors, this wave reverberated back and forth in Stormwind City, and countless people looked up at the sky, and they could hear whose voice it was!

Wendsol, he's back!

That stubborn old man, he's really back!

Storm Fortress, Council Hall, Count Caterina with black hair and black eyes, her face changed greatly, this woman has the most perfect body and the most delicate face, and next to him, the face of the regent Bolval is also a little strange,

"Guards, catch him! Catch that despicable criminal and his accomplices!"

Caterina gritted her teeth and shouted to the royal guards beside her, the royal guards turned around and walked towards the exit of the storm fortress with the other guards, it stands to reason that their transfer needs to be approved by the Duke of Berval, but at the moment, these guards did not pay attention to the opinion of Palette at all, and strode out of the council hall at the request of Count Caterina.

As soon as Duke Bolval was about to speak, Caterina turned her face and hugged his arm pitifully, "Dear Bolval, can you bear to watch that old madman come and take me?

A hint of struggle flashed in the duke's eyes, and finally his face turned indifferent,

"Wendsol has gone mad, send an order to the defense general, arrest him, and don't let him disturb the upcoming meeting!"

Duke Berval's attendant took the order, and in the corner that the Duke did not see, a smug smile flashed on Caterina's delicate face, and there was also a smug smile in her black eyes.

Stormwind, hmph, this country, will soon fall into the palm of the Presto family!

Also at this moment, in the corner of the old city, in the headquarters of the Sergeant Intelligence Organization "MI7" in Stormwind City, Matthias Shaun, the commander of MI7, who had changed into black leather armor, said solemnly to the dozen or so high-ranking assassins standing in front of him,

"Marshal Windsor has returned!Order in Storm City is about to be restored, now I command!"

"Huh!"

The high-ranking Assassins pressed their heels together, ready to take orders.

Sean swept the faces of these right-hand men with satisfaction,

"I order that MI7 be dispatched to ensure that the road from the trade zone to Stormstorm Fortress is clear! Any attempt to stop Marshal Wendthor will be considered treason!

"Brothers, we all know that the city is sick, and now it's time to treat it!

The next moment, all the assassins' figures melted into the shadows, and MI7, the behemoth in the darkness, began to operate again, but unlike the previous assassinations in the dark, this time, it will appear as a frontal force, believe me, this kind of opportunity is definitely not much.

It was also when that roar resounded through the sky, in a hidden corner of Stormwind's garden district, a lonely child sitting on a bench reading a book jerked his head up and looked at the empty sky.

His mouth grew at this moment, and then he quickly threw away the book, and ran in the direction of the trade area alone.

But just as the boy was walking through an alley full of flowers, two indifferent guards stood in front of him, and they mechanically said,

"Your Royal Highness, you have to stay here, this is the order of the Duke of Berval and Lady Katarina!"

"I don't want to stay here! I've been here for half a month!"

The little prince Anduin straightened his delicate clothes, as well as the blue ribbons on the clothes, and shouted in an impassioned tone, "I want to see my father, you bad guys, get out of the way, I order you as the crown prince of Stormwind City, get out of the way!"

The little prince's face was covered with a flush of excitement, but unfortunately, this rather generous cry had no effect, and the two heavily armed guards still stood indifferently in front of the alley, without any intention of getting out of the way.

"Marshal Windsor is back! You scoundrels, I'm going to see him! Get out of the way!"

Anduin rushed forward, trying to squeeze the two guards away, but he was still a child, and the guard's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and with a wave of his hand, Anduin was thrown out like a rag doll and fell to the ground.

The little prince fell hard, and his eyes were full of tears, but when he raised his head and looked at the guards who were walking step by step, his expression suddenly froze.

"Little prince, I advise you to be quiet, otherwise, I don't mind..."

"Bang!"

Before the guard could finish speaking, a tall black shadow falling obliquely from the sky crashed into the guard's body, and the huge force directly knocked the guard flying, and the other guard had just drawn his weapon, and a sharp golden light exploded on his body, and the indifferent fellow let out a terrible wail, and then his head was cut off by the sweeping golden battle axe.

By the time he had lost his life completely, all camouflage had lost its effect, and a tall, headless draconian corpse fell to the ground, stenching blood staining the nearby ground.

"Phew, Black Dragon Dragonman, filthy thing!"

Dick retracted his tomahawk and moved his body, which was a little chilly because of the super speed galloping in the sky, he turned his head, and the astral war horse Xingqi, this partner with super physical strength, was also gasping rapidly, it took 4-5 hours to ride a griffon, and he arrived in more than 1 hour.

The star squirmed in a low voice, urging Dick to take it back into the reins, the beautiful creature was so tired that it couldn't wait to get some rest, but when Dick took out the magic bridle, the star squirmed again, flapped its wings, and scared the child in front of him who had the audacity to touch its front legs and sat down on the ground.

"Hey, little Anduin, why are you here?"