Due to its location in the warm south, Stormwind's winters are not cold, but lately, a steady stream of rain has been lingering over the valley, as if such a bleak cold rain is also crying over the loss of a hero.

The cemetery of Stormwind is located on the edge of a cliff between the Cathedral of Light and the port area, surrounded by a strong wall, and it is reached by a street from the church square to the west. It is an ideal place to rest in the shade of large trees and beautiful scenery.

To the east of the cemetery is the wide Storm Lake, which is connected to the city's canals, and is often used for walking and fishing along this tranquil lake. There are some stone benches and wooden frames wrapped around flowers and vines by the lake for pedestrians to rest and enjoy the shade.

The priests and night watchmen of the Cathedral of Light protect the place to ensure that no one desecrates the spirits of the dead and disturbs the sleeping of those who have passed away.

The drizzle continued for a week, and until the day of Marshal Windersol's burial, the sky was still overcast, and everywhere was a hazy vapour.

Stormwind is not a city of only human races, it is also inhabited by a number of dwarves from the north, as well as some High Elves who call themselves Sindore, who joined the Alliance during the First Orc War, and their descendants. Of course, in the garden area to the west, there are also some Night Elves living there.

But no matter what race, on the day of Marshal Windsor's burial, residents of all ethnic groups invariably sent representatives to the Stormwind City Cemetery to attend the funeral of this great hero.

Because it was a state funeral, the funeral was presided over by Archbishop Benedictas, who today did not wear the simple khaki ascetic robes and hood that people are known for. Instead, he wears a white robe worn on formal occasions and a black cape behind him. The cape has structured shoulders with a ribbon that hangs from the chest. On the edges of friezes, capes and belts. Decorated with golden yellow patterns, he wears a tall white hat with a pattern of holy light embroidered on the front.

Behind him, Anduin, dressed in black? Wrynn, the young king, was clearly grieving the loss of his Guardian, his eyes were red and swollen, and he seemed to have cried many times. Regent Boval? Vortagan followed closely at his side, watching with alarm from time to time as everyone tried to get close to the king.

Behind the two of them was a team of royal guards armed with honor guards. They guarded the coffin of Marshal Windsol.

In the midst of all the attention, the marshal's coffin was carried by a team of sturdy Stormwind guards and slowly entered the cemetery. Greeted by the crowd, the coffin was transported to a domed church with a promenade. To the left of the church, is the missing Tiffin, the late wife of King Varian? Ellian? Wrynn's tombstone.

The coffin escort stopped on the right side of the church, where the grave had already been dug up. The coffin was placed above the tomb, and the soldier carrying the coffin lifted the lion emblem from the four corners.

The archbishop came up and stood on the altar next to the tomb, and King Anduin stood beside him. The altar is covered with roses. The Courage logo with the sword, hammer and shield crossed is placed on it.

Under the altar. It was a close friend of the marshal. But Wendsol has been a handsome man all his life, and he has never married and had children because he is busy with the military, so most of the people standing in the front row are his comrades-in-arms and colleagues. Diego? Aznar and Masrae? Bearskin stood in the middle of them, his expression solemn. The expression is solemn.

As the crowd grew quiet, Benedictas spoke, his voice low and deep. It is as if the bells of the Cathedral of Light can shake everyone's heart. But in fact. What he said shook everyone more than his voice.

"Today. Here, in the place where so many heroes are buried, we are about to bury a new hero worthy of their company.

There is such a man, when each of us is immersed in the false tranquility of Stormwind, he is still vigilant!

There is such a person, when everyone thinks he has gone crazy, he quietly leaves to find the truth!

There was such a man, when he was in prison and imprisoned in the darkness that did not see the light of day, he was always concerned about his country, his king!

There is such a person, when he could have stayed out of the matter and lived alone, he returned to the place where he was most needed, and came back with the belief that he would die!

There is such a person, when his comrades-in-arms and his colleagues draw their swords against him, he makes generous statements, points directly to the hearts of the people, and stimulates the justice and conscience that still remain in their hearts!

There is such a man, when his king is threatened with death, he bravely rushes forward, and when he uses his body as the king to resist the golden dragon flame!

This man, called Reginald? Andersol! Haierruo? Son of Windsor, commander of the kingdom, general of the Alliance! He used to follow Anduin? Lothar, who raided Karazhan and killed Medivan, the Guardian of Darkness; He once followed General Tulayan and drove the orcs out of Azeroth! His sword and shield are the banners of the battlefield, and his orders are readily obeyed by every soldier. Today, we must add new glory to him as the destroyer of dragons, the guardian of kings, and the savior of Stormwind!

His life was a glorious life, a saint-like life. His heroic deeds will be seen in epics, his outstanding deeds will be remembered by all mankind, and his reputation for loyalty and steadfastness will be sung in every inch of Azeroth!

Time passes quietly, and there is no end to this world. Rest in peace, our heroes, your spirit, will endure. Your suffering and sacrifice are only to save us from suffering. We are here to dedicate flowers and glory to you, just to thank you for the courage and hope you have brought us. We are here to bid you farewell, and may your soul remain forever.

No matter how much hardship and tribulation this kingdom faces, all of us who are alive will no longer be afraid and hopeless, because the Heroic Spirit and the Holy Light are with us! “

When the archbishop finished reading the eulogy, a group of dwarven musketeers from the dwarven quarter of the city walked up. Some of these dwarves are from the Copperbeard tribe, some are from the Brute Hammer and even the Black Iron tribe, and they usually fight each other as soon as they meet, but at this moment, these dwarves are standing next to the tomb in a neat line, facing the direction of Storm Lake, and they all fire their guns three times, and then retreat into the crowd.

At this moment, on the bell tower of the cathedral in the distance, a heavy and mournful bell rang. The bell rang three times, three times each time. This is the death knell that announces the deceased leaving this world once and for all and entering eternal sleep.

As the bell died down, the elves' mournful elegy rang out, a song that had been passed down since time immemorial, and had been sung by the elves in the Battle of the Ancients in memory of those who had bravely fought against the mighty demons. Many years later, the High Elves of Quel'Thalas sang the same song in battle with the trolls, and they were victorious, but their joy did not last long. In the two subsequent Orc Wars and the Third Burning Legion invasion, as well as the later destruction of Quel'Thalas by the Scourge Legion, this elegy sounded again and again, each time pinning on the infinite grief and sorrow of the elves. (To be continued......)