Stretching for hundreds of miles, the Darrener Mountains are backed by the Valley of the Hearth, one of Lordaren's largest cities, in the northeastern corner of the Tirisfard Glades. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info On its main mountain range, Mount Dareen, the terrain is flat and there are monasteries founded by the kingdom of Lordaeron.

The monastery was originally used as a place of glory for the training of priests of the kingdom of Lordaeron, but it was abandoned when Alsace, the prince of Lordaeron, led an army of the Scourge to return to Lordaeron, kill his father, and destroy his country.

The remnants of the Knights of the Silver Hand, disbanded by Prince Arthas, have retaken the area, led by the High Lord Mograine, and developed it into the largest frontline against the Scourge of the Dead and the Forsaken.

Now it serves as a stronghold for the Crusaders, constantly training recruits to join it, and throwing them into the frontline battle against the undead, and the battle between the living and the dead is constantly taking place in the Tirisfal glades.

Now on the path leading to the monastery on the top of the hill, three knights are hurrying along the way.

At the front of the gallop was a female High Elf, with a blue cloak over her head, slender ears peeking out from the cap of the cloak, her feet embedded in the stirrups, her legs clamped between the sides of the horse, and the bottom of her body pressed against the horse's back to prevent her from being thrown off by the galloping war horse, and the dark blue cloak fluttered behind her.

Behind her were two humans, as did they, their crotch horses scurrying like swords through the jungle path.

"Aware of the host's behavior, the riding system activates."

"The host's current riding skill level is expert."

Locke excitedly pulled the reins in his hand, and his body went up and down with the horse's movements, as if he was one with the horse, as if the horse was an extension of his body.

Just now, Locke, who originally couldn't ride, suddenly activated the system in the depths of his mind after coming into contact with the horse, directly pushing Locke's riding skills to his original riding level in the game.

Haha, Locke couldn't help grinning, not caring about the air poured into his mouth head-on, thinking that he had learned this riding skill at the beginning, but it took a long time to save 5,000 gold coins.

I hadn't ridden a horse in my previous life, and this was the first time.

Locke strained his crotch, and the horse under him swooped forward, overtaking the High Elf Norris Morningstar in front of him.

The High Elf Norris Morningstar was absentmindedly riding her warhorse, thinking about the current form of the Crusaders.

With the disbandment of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Arthas's betrayal came without warning, and a large number of the Knights of the Silver Hand who remained in Lordaeron were killed by Arthas and became his minions, and the remaining Knights of the Silver Hand now established a stronghold in the monastery to contain the undead scourge.

Now most of the humanity in the whole of Lordaeron has become undead, and the only remaining humans are in the Abbey and the Valley of the Hearth, and if the undead take the initiative to attack here, the consequences will be unimaginable.

And the worst news may be his own race.

Now the paladins in the Crusaders and the high-ranking Silver Hand Knights are vaguely divided into two factions, one faction does not approve of non-human races joining the Crusaders, and this faction stands in the majority.

The other faction believes that all forces should be united to fight against the scourge of the undead.

The two factions quarrel from time to time, but they have no say in this focus.

And I just want to avenge my family, that's all.

Alas, Nolis Morningstar sighed inwardly.

Norris Morningstar couldn't help but think of her hometown of Quel'Salas.

At the beginning, their homeland of Quel'Salas was beautiful and peaceful, and the elves were bathed in the light of magic, enjoying the power and power that magic brings.

But all of this was destroyed by the undead debris led by Arthas!

Norris Morningstar gritted her teeth.

The well of the sun in his home was polluted, and his family had no magical source, and the demon addiction became heartless.

And in order to avenge the natural disaster, he joined the team of Prince Kael'thas and marched to Lordaeron, reinforcing the human race, and also for revenge!

For this reason, the prince changed the name of our race.

Blood Elves.

I didn't really like the name, so I lied to the Crusaders that I was a High Elf.

Later, the prince led us to join the Human Alliance to fight against the undead scourge in Lordaeron.

And what we never expected was that the human marshal Garissus, that arrogant guy, would actually discriminate against us!

Net gave us some very difficult offensive missions, and the Archmage Lanichi Morninglight suggested to the prince to leave them and not help them capture Lordaeron, but the noble prince refused.

The prince endured and completed all the tasks assigned by Garithars.

But the prince's forbearance did not make the stupid pig of Garisus realize, and he gave us a mission to attack the undead that was bound to fail, and at the same time did not give us supplies.

However, the noble prince agreed, and His Royal Highness was a good man.

On the way to attack the Undead Scourge, we accidentally stumbled into their trap, surrounded by an endless army of the undead.

We've been trying our best to kill, but there are more and more undead around us, and the accompanying archmage Lanici Morninglight chooses to self-detonate with magic and chooses to sacrifice her life to cover our transfer.

Later, we ran out of ammunition and food.

That's when a group of nagas appeared and helped us.

They helped us fight off the siege of the undead, and before we could say thanks, that stupid pig Galishers came with an army of humans, saying that we were with their enemies and betrayed the human alliance.

They arrested the prince and my kindred, and I took advantage of the confusion to escape.

I don't care if it's honorable or not, I just care when I can avenge my family.

I then wandered the Tirisfal glades, killing all the undead I saw.

Then I heard the news that the forces of the Human Alliance had failed and that the Forsaken had taken Lordaeron.

I rejoiced for a few days, for those of my fellow citizens.

And His Royal Highness the Prince, with the help of the Naga, escaped with our people.

Then I heard from the humans I met that the remaining knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand had formed a crusade in the monastery, and out of faith in the paladins, I rushed to join them.

And now I only have one thing.

That's revenge! Try to kill all the scourge spirits! The sound of horses' hooves behind him interrupted Noris' musings, and a dark shadow suddenly chased after her.

That human?

Norris Morningstar pursed the corners of her lips disdainfully.

What a stupid fellow, just as arrogant as Gatresus, your finite life is simply not worth mentioning in my opinion, is this to compete with me in riding?

Hum.

Norris Morningstar clamped her legs to the horse's belly, and the horse swooped out beneath her.

Stupid fellow, how can my warhorse be comparable to your inferior colt?

Soon, Norris Morningstar overtook Locke and ran ahead in a unique way.

As she overtook Locke, she turned her head and glanced at Locke, her blue eyes revealing disdain.

"Drive!"

This woman is sick, right?

Locke was a little baffled.

In the middle of Mount Dareen, there is a very important place, the tomb of Alonthos Fao.

The Paladin and founder of the Order of the Silver Hand, the revered Archbishop of Humanity, is buried here.

He was the mentor of Uther Lightbringer, Sedan Dasohan, Tirio Fordin, and Tulayan, Gavinrad Doom, and Benedictas, and a good friend of Anduin Lothar.

His followers are all over the kingdom of mankind.

"Boom~Locke" Locke tugged hard at the reins in his hand, and the horses under him raised their forepaws high before stopping.

He rolled over and dismounted, thinking about walking into the forest beside him.

Far away, Alonthos Fao's graveyard has shown its corner in the jungle.

Locke pushed aside the bushes in front of him and stepped inside.

Behind him, Scarface Mario followed.

The megalithic arches around the cemetery are still intact, and the surrounding meadows have been cleared.

Locke walked into the archway, and in the middle of the cemetery there were two flowerbeds full of flowers, and countless flowers were blooming.

The two walked through the flowerpond to the tombstone of Alonthos Fao, on which a warrior carved by a Lordaeron stonemason stood with a sword in his hand, marking the worshippers.

Locke fell to one knee and looked at the tombstone in front of him.

For Alonsos Fao, the founder of the Paladin, Locke has a sincere admiration.

It is with him that there are so many famous paladins in the back.

The paladins have written their own history, but it is inseparable from the teachings of Alonthos Fao in the early years.

Today, the legend is buried here.

Before Locke crossed, he also learned that he was not really dead, he became an undead, but retained his sanity, and he was still secretly defending humanity.

For such a great man, this may be the best result for this legend.