In the midst of this melodious and majestic bell, Reginald? Marshal Windsor stepped out from under the dark passage of the city gates, appearing in the morning sun, and this golden light enveloped him, making him look like a god who had stepped out of a myth.

There was a commotion in the crowd, many whispering and talking, but many more were applauding and applauding.

"Look, there's a real hero over there."

"It's a living legend......"

"Compared to this big man, we are nothing more than dust under his feet!"

It was also noted that the marshal was followed by a young man dressed as a hunter, a resolute face, tall and strong, carrying a peculiar musket on his back. Behind them, two huge beasts of prey, a brown bear and a yellow leopard, followed. Many people were amazed by these two tame beasts, but not too much of a surprise, because legend has it that the truly noble princes and nobles were always happy to raise such large beasts as a sign of courage.

Marcus that people often see? General Jonathan led the soldiers behind them to prevent the thieves from reappearing, to the detriment of the marshal.

Of all of them, Van Goley was the only one who was completely ignored by the people, and no one paid attention to this unassuming little thing, who subconsciously thought that he was just a gnoll servant of Wendsol, and that he was not worth a few more glances.

More than one person was glad to have attended the fair, which was enough to brag about in the tavern for half a month. Many young men rushed forward respectfully and eagerly, trying to touch this brave and loyal warrior, the brilliant commander. Guardian of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

"May the Light be with you, Marshal!" They blessed one after another.

This time. All eyes were on him, and maidens and women were looking down from all the windows and balconies. I don't know if it was the young girl who was the first to drop a bouquet of roses. Suddenly, as if there were roses and lily petals fluttering all over the sky, Wendthor reached out and caught a petal that had fallen in front of him. The petals were crimson, like the blood of a warrior, as if to indicate to him the end he was about to face. He raised his head and smiled sighingly at the terrace near and far, his smile full of vicissitudes and loneliness. In an instant, the cries of countless women rang out.

"If there are so many women crying for me. I'm willing to die right away! Behind Diego, a large bear muttered enviously. (Diego turns around and kicks him hard.) ）

They walked forward proudly, with their heads held high, and soon came to the market square.

"Say something, Your Excellency Marshal, say something!" Many people looked at Windsor eagerly, hoping that he would stay here for a while and tell everyone what was going on outside of Stormwind.

Wendthor nodded, and he stood on top of a wagon full of wood. Looking at the excited or excited faces below, he cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Before today. I never imagined that I would come back alive and back to this great city. This gem of humanity! He said loudly, then paused.

The crowd below was horrified by his words. They did not believe that anyone would dare to prevent the marshal of a kingdom from returning to the city of humanity himself. But it was true that it came from Windsor's mouth, and it was hard to believe, because the marshal had always been known for his honesty and integrity. Many people are left in doubt. But some people, especially those who saw the bloody battle in the Valley of Heroes, know that what he said is the truth.

"Many people may think that after we have paid a huge price, after countless heroes have gone forward and made bloody sacrifices, after winning the Orc War and the Battle of Mount Hyjal, we can already sit back and relax and enjoy a peaceful and peaceful life." Wendsol said slowly, but the people below were even more confused.

"Isn't that so?" Many of them couldn't help but ask rhetorically.

"No, of course not!" The marshal said categorically, he raised his hand in the direction of the Stormwind City gate, "Just outside that city wall, there are still countless people of the Stormwind Kingdom who are in dire straits, still struggling to survive in a difficult situation!"

In the Wild West, the thugs of the Brotherhood of Defia are looting caravans and smashing farms!

In the Twilight Forest, necromancers are desecrating the undead, disturbing the sleep of the dead and turning them into walking dead!

In Red Ridge Mountain, the brutal Blackstone Orcs invade, and the Gnolls take the opportunity to cause chaos!

The first thing people do when they wake up every morning is to determine if they are shackled on their feet, if the roof is on fire, if someone is knocking on their door with a sword or an axe; Every evening, when they close their eyes, they don't know if they will wake up or die in someone else's cauldron of cooking meat! ”

There was an uproar in the crowd, for they had never heard of these sensational things, and though there were merchants or travelers from these places who knew about them, they had obviously been warned and kept secret, so who was hiding the truth from them?

At this moment, a fishmonger next to a wagon suddenly couldn't take it anymore, he squeezed out of the crowd, jumped into his own carriage, and shouted loudly.

"Your Excellency Marshal is right, this is the case, I have heard it with my own ears, I have seen with my own eyes, in the Red Ridge Mountain, there are orcs and gnolls everywhere, and Mayor Solomon is about to be driven crazy by them. If it weren't for the fact that Your Excellency Marshal had just led the legion to a great victory over the Blackstone Orcs at the Stone Castle Fortress, I am afraid I would not have been able to catch up with this fair! ”

He is a merchant from Lakeside Town, and the sunfish he sells must be transported to Stormwind as quickly as possible, otherwise they will not be fresh and cannot be sold. He looked visibly frustrated with the dire state of affairs and longed for things to get better.

"Wendsol, sue us, who is hiding the truth? Who is it? Some impatient citizens immediately shouted loudly and questioned in a loud voice.

Wender Sol looked at the agitated crowd sternly, and raised his hand again, this time, he pointed to the northeast, in the direction of Storm Fortress.

"That man, the man who planned this qiē conspiracy, is in that fortress! It was she who instigated the Senate, refused to pay the wages of the Masons Guild, and forced the Masons Guild to start a riot! It was she who transferred the army from Red Ridge Mountain, allowing the Blackstone Orcs and Gnolls to take advantage of the situation! It was she who refused to send reinforcements to the Western Wilderness, and connived at the Brotherhood of Defia to plunder the caravans and do evil wantonly! She also turns a blind eye to the necromancers and werewolves of the Twilight Forest, allowing them to desecrate the dead and destroy their lives! ”

The townspeople were stunned by such a harsh accusation. Little did they know that such a vicious woman could be hidden in the king's palace - many were keenly aware that the marshal was using the word she (pronounced differently from her in the lingua franca of mankind) and was secretly plotting so many scheming schemes. So many officials and generals, even including the regent Berval? Duke Vortagen, are they all fools? Or are these people all accomplices of that conspirator?

People stared at each other, dumbfounded, and their minds kept spinning, but the more they thought about it, the more they shuddered, the more insecure they felt, as if they were standing on a chair that could fall apart at any moment, and the ground around them was full of poisonous snakes that had chosen to eat people. In fact, what they didn't know was that Wendthor had an even more appalling fact that had not been revealed, that is, this woman was not human at all, she was transformed from a black dragon!

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, Wendsol didn't want to disclose the last matter, but because this matter was simply incredible. For many people, when they hear something too horrible, too terrible, they instinctively don't want to believe it, and they prefer to stick their heads in the sand like ostriches to escape this cruel reality. And Wendthor can only prove this qiē when he comes to the woman.

There was a deathly silence in the square, and the people were frightened, even if it was their beloved Marshal Wendthor who said it, and these words were difficult for them to accept for a moment. It was a long time before someone began to talk to each other and whisper. People buzz and talk like bees in a beehive, in fact, they don't even realize what they're talking about, it's like an instinctive need, as if this is the only way to slow down their pounding hearts.

If Wendsol's accusation only made the people half-convinced and suspicious, what happened next was simply a divine twist, and even Diego did not expect such a show. I have to say that the Countess's defeat is simply inevitable, and her pig teammates are really too powerful.

Because at this moment, something unexpected happened. (To be continued......)