The revelry of the coalition forces lasted almost the whole night, and the men were busy all night, all kinds of food were served openly, all the alcohol they could find was taken out, and even the remaining half of the barrel of frog poison wine was sent to the construction site. But even then, it's barely half a cup per person.

Some of the clever guys who were addicted to alcohol simply poured the wine back into the barrel, and then filled it with holy water, mixed it and drank it bitterly.

On this enchanting night, it's no longer the wine that is intoxicating, it's this incredible victory!

The singing and dancing crowds didn't disperse until the next morning, but before they could climb into their beds in exhaustion, a dwarven griffin knight flew in from the banks of the Sodoril River with great news!

The Scourge reinforcements across the river from the Iron Wall had quietly withdrawn the previous night, and when the scouts noticed the anomaly in the morning, all they saw was a dilapidated empty camp. Along with the Scourge reinforcements, the Scourge Fortress Naxxramas had just flown in.

Realizing that the tide was over, Kel'thugad finally made up his mind to retreat. You know, just yesterday morning, from the Eternal Song Forest in the north to the Arathi Highlands in the south, from the Tirisfal Glades in the west to the Hinterland in the east, from the devastated Eastern Plaguelands to the snow-capped Alterac Mountains, every intelligent creature that inhabits the north of Lordaeron, whether it is a troll or a High Elf, whether it is a human, a forsaken or a scourge legion, has seen the pillar of light that runs across the heavens and the earth.

From that moment on, in this vast land, countless followers of the Holy Light had already packed up and set off in the direction of Keldaron Island in the spirit of pilgrimage. The hearts of the people have been condensed, and what the Scourge Legion will face is no longer the sparsely populated and loosely organized Silver Dawn!

The crowd cheered enthusiastically once again. If it weren't for the fact that last night's revelry had exhausted their last strength, they would have celebrated happily again.

For the next few days, the island of Keldaron was in a state of euphoria, and everyone knew that the coalition forces were about to counterattack the Eastern Plaguelands. After the miracle of the Light, the faith of the people was extraordinarily strong, and they were convinced that the cause to which they had devoted themselves was just, blessed by the Light, and that victory would be achieved!

Diego is now in the spotlight, and it is known that he summoned the miracle that brought about this glorious victory, and in their eyes, this human being is almost the embodiment of the Light in the world, and every word and deed represents the will of the Light. Everyone worshipped him, and whenever he appeared, the devout believers would show him the highest courtesy, but no one dared to get too close to him, and if he did not speak, they would not even dare to speak to him, lest they would offend him.

Compared to these fairly restrained believers, High Priest Madonelle's fanaticism was much more terrifying. Since yesterday, this woman has regarded herself as a servant of the Light, always following Diego and waiting for his call. Diego was so overwhelmed that he drove her back to his room almost in a commanding tone.

Masrae and the others, the adventurous companions who had been traveling with Diego didn't take this incarnation of the Light seriously at all, and kept squeezing Diego to make good on his promise of a treat. The playfulness of his friends calmed Diego's restless heart after summoning the Light, and in his opinion, this was the treatment he wanted. Is it interesting to be held up to the altar and worshiped as a statue?

On Keldaron Island, the coalition forces, exhausted by the intense days of hard work, are making their final rest. But for Tirioferdin and the entire coalition, this week was undoubtedly a week favored by Lady Luck, and the good fortune that had left the Scourge since the outbreak of the War finally returned to the land. For on the afternoon of the seventh day of the miracle, a dusty paladin appeared in front of Tirio's door on a running frothing horse.

"Lord Tirio, I bet you'll never believe what's going on, it's a miracle!" The paladin had not even entered the door when he shouted at a loud voice.

"Tell me, Fabien, what is it that makes you forget your politeness and decency!" Tirio greeted him from the room and asked angrily, "And I don't believe what you've seen is more amazing than what happened here!" ”

"Yes, sir!" Tirio's taunt reminded the paladin of his identity and mission, "I know what you're referring to, because we've seen the pillar of light rising into the sky in the Chapel of Light's Wish, but that's not what I'm talking about. ”

Tirio looked at him a little puzzled, but didn't say anything, but motioned with his eyes for him to continue.

"The day after the miracle, we found that the entire Scourge army in the Eastern Plaguelands was shrinking in the direction of Stratholme, so the Duke of Tyrosus sent some scouts to find out what the living dead were up to. However, the scouts reached outside Stratholme and found no trace of them, but the scouts did find many anomalies outside the city gates. ”

"What anomaly?" Tirio was finally aroused by his curiosity and couldn't help but ask.

"Right outside the gate, some of the drains that had been dry for years were starting to drain out, which was so abnormal. You know, after years of being burned, all the wells in the city have been blocked, and perhaps because so many people died when the city was slaughtered, it hasn't rained in Stratholme for many years. ”

"Didn't the scouts go into the city to have a look?" Tirio asked with a frown, he had already smelled something unusual from this, as Fabien said, it was so abnormal!

"No, as you know, there is no grass outside the gate of Stratholme, and it is difficult for the scouts to sneak in." Fabien explained, somewhat embarrassed.

"Where's the East Wall Gate? I remember there was a little door for the servants to go in and out, did they try it somewhere? A hearty voice suddenly sounded behind him.

He jerked his head and saw a young human dressed as a hunter walking this way.

"Are you ......?" He asked, somewhat surprised, before turning back and looking at Tirio, who wasn't sure if the young man was qualified to participate in the discussion between them.

"Diego Aznar, the hero of our victory." Tirio gave him a succinct introduction, nodding his head to show that he didn't have to worry about it, and then the High Lord looked at Diego and smiled, "Fabien, the messenger from the Chapel of Light's Wish!" ”

"Praise the Light!"

"Praise forever!"

The two of them exchanged a few polite greetings, and then turned their attention back to the topic just now.

"The gate of the east wall had been blocked, and the scouts had walked about thirty or forty meters into the corridor, and found that all the further inside were silted bricks, rotten wood, and other debris. I was surprised at how they used the word 'silt', but the scouts swore that what they saw between the was silt! One of them even risked the plague and went up and picked at it, touching his hands full of black mud! ”

"Are there any traces of water in the corridor?" Diego asked quietly.

"How do you know?" Fabien's eyes widened suddenly, and he had a look of hell, "There are indeed traces left by the flooding on the walls of the corridor, as if there was really a flood flowing out of the city, and there are also ravines washed out by the water outside the gate of the east wall, but the water in the ditch has already evaporated and dried up. It's incredible! ”

"I think I already know what's going on!" Diego nodded and looked at Tirio, "This water is supposed to be the lake that poured into the psychic academy, and was transported to Stratholme through that bone gate, I was still surprised by the amount of water poured into the lake, and now I finally figure out what the reason is." ”

"According to your description, the Gate of Bones should be built with the power of death, and the holy water full of the power of holy light will not clash with the power of death and destroy it?" Tirio asked, puzzled.

"No, the altar beneath the Bone Gate protects it from destruction until the altar's energy is completely depleted, but before that, too much water has been teleported to it."

"Perhaps, this is our chance," Tirio's eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly toward the watchtower in the distance, "Blow the horn, we must go early!" ”

"What the hell are you talking about?" Fabien, who was confused, had only a chance to interject at this time, and he couldn't wait to ask. 2k reading web