Stormwind City is still so majestic, but at this moment, Lu Li always feels that it has a heavy solemnity. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Alright, just send me here, I owe you a great favor, maybe when all this is over......" The marshal turned over and dismounted, patted the old horse, which was so thin that he could almost see the bones, and let it go on its own.

The old horse looked at his master for a moment, and then disappeared alone and silently at the end of the forest.

Reginald Windsor was once a soldier under Anduin Lothar, and when he followed Ser Lothar in his raid on the Tower of Medivan decades ago, he saw his future in the Tower of Medivan: death at the claws of the black dragon!

Decades have passed, and the soldier has gradually grown old, and he is more and more aware of his fate.

"Yes, Marshal, but I want to be able to fight for you and follow until the last moment," Lu Li received the task prompt and completed the task of escorting the marshal, but he didn't plan to leave now, even if he had no chance of defeating the real Black Dragon.

"Soldier," Marshal Wendsol said as he pressed Lu Li's shoulder and looked at him with a determined look, "Well, I accept your following, please be vigilant, unless there is a fight, the she-dragon will not give up." ”

"Only blood and glory cannot be disappointed!"

A heavily armed warrior, a thief with a cloak all over his body, walked together with firm steps, and walked towards the cold gate of Stormwind City without hesitation.

The water sprite hesitated for a moment, then followed.

She suddenly felt that Lu Li was very strange now, did every man have a heroic dream lurking in his heart, and in an inadvertent moment, he would abandon all his worries and timidity, and sprinkle his blood on the seemingly ridiculous persistence.

"Reginald, you know, I can't let you through!"

General Marcus Jonathan, the Supreme Commander of the Stormwind Defense Force, appeared with the guards, his knight's sword tightened in his hand, he was very unbearable in the face of his old friend, but his duty was to retreat.

"You've got to do what you think is right, Marcus. Together we served with General Tulayan. He made the two of us what we are today. Did he misread me? Do you really believe that my purpose is to destroy our alliance? Have I brought shame on our heroes? ”

"Look at the five heroes behind me, will I disgrace them?"

General Marcus Jonathan stared at Windthor and his hidden pain, thinking that they had become friends when they were still privates, and had survived the Patriotic War one after another.

They are the same kind of people, exemplary soldiers in terms of morality and military performance.

They are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of hardship, they can give everything for their own perseverance, they can lose their lives for the Stormwind City behind them, but they are afraid that their faith will be dusted.

The city was really sick, and General Marcus Jonathan, at last unwilling to deceive himself with such resolute insistence, sighed and said, "I'm ashamed, old friend. I don't know what I'm going to do anymore, it's not you who disgrace the legendary heroes - it's me, it's me, me and the other degenerate politicians who fill our lives with empty promises, endless lies! ”

We disgrace our ancestors, we disgrace our sacrificial compatriots...... Forgive me, Reginald!

"It's time to put an end to her reign," Wendthor laughed, "Let's go!" ”

The soldiers in front of Stormwind who had been ordered to stop the "traitor" of Windsor were a little overwhelmed, and they didn't know whether to do their duty to attack the military legend or lay down their weapons.

"Stand back! Don't you see that the heroes are walking with us?"

"Marshal Reginald Windsor must not be harmed in any way! Let him pass through here safely!"

"Get out there! Let them pass!"

General Marcus Jonathan shouted loudly, and under his orders, the soldiers slowly moved out of the way, they actually knew some of the story of this old man, and knew what he had done to the alliance over the years.

"Go, Reginade, may the light guide you!" General Marcus said to Field Marshal Reginald.

I don't know who started first, the soldiers retreated to both sides of the road and knelt down to Marshal Windsor, from now on, he will be the hero of Stormwind, or rather, the hero of the whole alliance!

Lu Li and the water elves followed Reginad on the way to the fortress of Stormwind, and the guards on the way retreated and saluted Reginade with respect, one by one, they knelt down and bowed their warrior heads to their former leader.

"There's a hero over there."

"I'm so proud of you."

"You are a living legend ......"

"May the light be with you, sir."

"You're the guts of Thoryin."

"We are nothing but dust under your feet!"

"You are an inspiration to all of us, Your Excellency!"

Someone from Stormwind finally noticed this, and then more and more people rushed to hear the news, and they crowded on both sides of the road, looking at Marshal Wendsol and the two figures following him in shock and awe.

Soon someone recognized Lu Li and the water elves, after all, they are both heroes in the game, and there will always be someone who is smart enough.

At the gate of the Stormwind City Fortress, Marshal Wendthor pointed ahead, turned back to Lu Li in an arrogant tone and said, "Friend, just ahead, this reptile will roll violently, that is a sign of despair." ”

Looking at the marshal's determined back, Lu Li, a person who had never known what a sense of honor was, felt extremely proud for the first time, and he was very glad that he did not flinch, and it was his supreme honor to be an accomplice of this great criminal.

The weapons of the guards are always down, which will mean that they will face our enemies together.

More and more players are hearing about Marshal Windsor, and there are always people who have done the relevant tasks, and they automatically join in and follow behind.

Passing through the city, crossing the paths, crossing the bridges, the corridors of the Storm Fortress were long, and they followed closely behind the marshal, and the final end was ahead, and they had to follow the marshal in, to protect this soldier who knew what might be faced but did not hesitate.

Finally arrived at the gate of the council hall in Stormwind.

Marshal Windsor shouted: "I am coming, with a just verdict!" You can't escape your fate, Katrana, the prophecy has predestined it all - the fantasies in the halls of Karazan have already foreshadowed your end, now it's time to make an end. ”

"The end? No kidding, Wendthall, you criminal, fugitive, you will be imprisoned and tried for treason, and I will be glad to see the nobles declare you guilty and send you to the gallows. ”

At this moment, Countess Catlana Presto stepped out, followed by a group of human nobles.

They looked at Wendsol haughtily, this veteran was not a marshal in their eyes at all, just a useless old thing, an old rascal who hated the aristocracy and always wanted to make some waves.

"Maybe I'll be hanged, but before that, I'm going to expose you!"

Wendthor pulled out two stone tablets from the Blackstone Abyss, which he had found to bring the truth to Stormwind.

"I rejoice that the life of a madman has finally come to an end while your limp body sways on the gallows," cursed Countess Catlana Presto viciously and madly, "after all, what proof do you have? Are you going to provoke a nobleman here and leave unscathed? ”

"The black iron dwarves think that these stone tablets are encrypted, maybe a treasure, but this is not a treasure, just an ancient dragon language, listen, you black dragon, let the truth be revealed to the world!"

Field Marshal Reginald Windsor began to chant incantations.

Countess Catlana Presto's face changed suddenly, for she had heard what this ancient spell was for, and she screamed and shouted, "Soldiers, stop him, stop him from insulting a nobleman."

"We are the sword in the darkness, the guards of the night town, the flames against the cold, the light at dawn, the horn that awakens the sleepers, the shield that guards the kingdom......" A group of paladins rushed forward on their horses, some of them had learned the invincibility of the paladins, some of them were flesh and blood, chanting slogans aloud while rushing towards the soldiers.

The white light is incomparably bright, and there is no turning back from death!

XP, equipment, and the death of the City Guards also cost some of their reputation, but they bought time for Wendthor's chant.

The Sword of Judgment's Night's Watch troops, a group of paladins who had gone mad for the sake of their faith, arranged for them to wait near the council hall in advance, and rushed out at the most critical moment.

At that moment, the onlookers felt a shock that transcended the game.

The marshal's spell took effect, and the so-called countess revealed her original form - the black dragon princess Onexia.

The black dragon, the daughter of the powerful guardian dragon Deathwing, took part in the politics of Stormwind as the nobleman Katrana Presto, and was soon appreciated and trusted by the regent at the time, Duke Berval Vortagen, for her beauty and knowledge.

Now it's finally debunked.

The nobles, including the regent Berval Vertagen, were also stunned, they had always thought that Wendthor was an idiot, a ruffian who had been carried away by the war and hated the nobles, but he did not expect that it was himself who was the idiot.

At this moment, the black dragon princess Onexia was not in a hurry, she asked in a cold voice:

"I'm curious...... Wendsol, did you survive in that illusion in the end? The reason I ask this is because I make sure you're dead today, right now!"

Now is the time!

Lu Li jumped out from behind the marshal, he wanted to block this fatal blow for the marshal, as long as he blocked this blow, the marshal would not die, then the plot would be rewritten, anyway, the role of the marshal is to expose the black dragon princess and pave the way for the next team copy of "Onexia's Lair".

Perhaps, the marshal really doesn't have to die.

He could continue his journey and die on the battlefield against the Burning Legion, or die in a military sanatorium somewhere in Stormwind......

Magical light begins to glow under Onexia's dragon claws!

The guards around her have all turned into dragonmen, and they have joined forces with their masters to slay the hateful human who has ruined the plans of the Black Dragons.

Many players rushed forward spontaneously, their thoughts almost the same as Lu Li's, they couldn't let this hateful monster hurt a respected veteran who was burdened with shame, misunderstanding, and faith.

However, magic was like sunlight after a heavy snowfall, melting away everything, including Lu Li, including the water spirits, as well as the players and the Night's Watch paladins, all of whom were knocked into the air or killed in the spread of their abilities, and Marshal Wendthor took the most damage from magic.

Duke Berval Vortagen shouted: "No! Windsor! No! Marshal Wendsol!"

Unfortunately, no one can save all this.

One by one, Duke Berval Vortagen slays the mighty dragonmen who stand in his way, full of rage and without mercy.

Although he could kill hordes of dragonmen, he still couldn't save Marshal Windthor, and after a brutal battle, Boval knelt in front of Reginald's corpse and wept with remorse...... I...... I'm sorry", he knelt beside Reginald's body for a long time, silently confessing......

The swift wind step allowed Lu Li to escape death, but he didn't feel the slightest excitement at this time.

His heart was full of powerless bitterness, he watched Marshal Windsol fall weakly, watching the black dragon princess Onexia flapping her wings and fleeing under the attack of countless skills, at that moment, he really felt very incompetent.

Marshal Reginald Windsor, who has been fearless and persistent in fighting against the black dragon, is loyal to his belief in his country, and constantly strives to expose Onyxia's conspiracy, experienced the attack and capture with the Blackstone Orcs, broke through the enemy's blockade in the prison of the Blackstone Abyss with the assistance of the player, and finally exposed Onyasia's plot to rule over mankind and freed Duke Berval from the control of Onyxia, but he was brutally killed by Onyxia.

The ground is sprinkled with the player's equipment, but no one is fighting for it.

"Onexia!" Duke Regent Berval Vortagen held the body of Marshal Wendthor and threw his head back and shouted, "You will pay the price. ”

At this time, the World Channel has a system prompt:

Congratulations to players Lu Li and the water elves for following Marshal Windsor to reveal the true face of the Black Dragon Princess, the large-scale copy of Onexia's lair is open, and the Lord Regent Duke Berval Vortagen has issued a mission on behalf of the royal court of Stormwind, offering a bounty on the head of the Black Dragon Princess Onexia, and players are welcome to participate.

(To be continued.) )