Tikdios, Marganis, Varimasas, and Banazar - the four Dreadlords are sent to assist Neozu in carrying out Kil Gardan's plans, and of course, it is another of their duties to keep an eye on Neozu. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Marganis was killed by Neozu using Arthas's raid, Tikdios was destroyed by Karl in Silvermoon City along with his soul, and the remaining Banazar cunningly lured Sedan, one of the commanders of the Silver Hand, to no man's land, killing and taking possession of his body.

On the bright side, the four Dreaddemon Kings are now only the weakest Varymasas, and the other Dreadlords such as Deseloc and Davenger are not enough to mention.

As a division-type race of the Burning Legion, Valimassas clearly knew that the situation of the Scourge was not good. Unlike Banazar Insidious, Varimassas concentrated all his forces in the royal city of Lordaeron, and concentrated his main military forces on the underground waterways with complex terrain.

The strategy was so successful that the young Ferding and the heavy-handed Ethan Lane couldn't find a way to storm the dungeon for a while.

When Karl arrived in the royal city, little Ferdin, in a fit of rage, was preparing to order his army to storm the underground city. And his teacher, Ethan Lidan, was trying to dissuade him.

"Looks like you need help, little Tyran."

Carl's reddish-blue figure fell from the sky and landed in front of little Ferdin.

Little Furding, who was struggling to break free from Maxwell's tug, stopped in amazement and stared at Carl with wide eyes in disbelief.

"Card ...... Card ......, you ...... You ......"

"What are you, you forgot to be polite when you met? You've got to call me uncle—"

Carl looked playfully at Little Ferdin, who was almost Tirio's younger version.

Little Fuding's somewhat immature face suddenly turned red, and he didn't know whether he was excited or ashamed.

After squeaking for a long time, Little Ferding still didn't call out those two words.

No way, anyone who is less than twenty years old will always have some embarrassment in addressing a young 'elder' who is not much older than himself.

Although Carl has white hair, his face is as young as more than ten years, and he even looks younger than Little Ferdin.

"Long time no see, Ethan - it looks like you're doing a good job as a priest." Karl greeted Ethanlien and turned to look at the other one-eyed paladin - "Max, how do I think you look like a pirate?" ”

"It's great that you're back safe, Carl. We were sad for a while. ”

Ethan Lien laughed. At this time, Ethan Lion was not the paranoid and crazy priest of the Scarlet Crusaders in the future.

Tyrosus let go of little Ferdin, and looked at Carl with a wry smile on his face, he was not a good joker, although he was sincerely happy about Carl's return.

"Ka......" The young little Ferding obviously did not have the patience of the other two, and was anxious to ask Carl to help, but was embarrassed when he called him.

Karl waved his hand:

"All right, little Ferdin. Don't worry about the red tape, call me Carl. Speak to your father. I barely saw any signs of natural activity along the way, so did they gather their strength and concentrate here? ”

"Yes. Card...... Cal...... Uncle! After all, Little Ferding was still well educated by Old Ferdin, and Carl's casualness made Little Ferding cry out at once. Suddenly, his face was a lot lighter, as if he had let go of a boulder in his heart.

"The sewers in the royal city are very complex, and we have found a lot of new soil in the city, and Mr. Ethan believes that the underground sewers have been expanded by the Scourge Legion. We've tried to attack countless times, but the entrance to the sewers is too narrow for our soldiers to break through their defenses. ”

Karl nodded.

The Undercity was one of the hardest cities in the game to get into, especially in the 60s. From the outskirts of the city to the upper and lower parts of the Undercity, the corpses of Alliance players are littered, and in the end, there are few achievements that can kill Sylvanas.

The real-world terrain is much more treacherous than in the game, and most importantly - the Scourge soldiers don't need to eat, drink, or even breathe. It makes no difference if you keep it for three or five months, or if you keep it for ten or eight years.

In addition, the corpses left behind during the attack will be converted into Scourge soldiers. Under the advantages of the other, it is strange that little Ferding can please him.

"Leave it to me!" Karl took the load directly, "Varimasas—I think Tikdios and these guys must have missed their old buddies already." ”

"Great!"

Little Ferding jumped up with his hammer.

"However, there is no such thing as a free lunch." Karl interrupted an agitated Tyran, "While it's everyone's responsibility to fight the Scourge, I'm still doing you a favor, right?" Tyran. ”

"Yes, Uncle Carl. You've helped us a lot! ”

Little Ferding was as pure as paper and nodded affirmatively. Ethan Lion and Maxwell on the side glanced at each other and smiled wryly.

Is there an uncle like you who traps your little nephew......

Although they guessed that Carl must have something to do with Little Ferdin, the two did not stop it, and they believed that Carl would never put Little Ferding in danger.

"That's good!" Karl patted little Ferdin's shoulder appreciatively, "I helped you once, then you have to do me a favor too......"

"No problem!"

Little Ferdin's unhesitation made Ethan Lion and the others smile bitterly again.

"Don't worry, it's easy for me to ask you to help me." Karl looked at Tyran with a serious gaze, "-I want you to bring your father back and let him rejoin the Silver Hand." ”

"What?!"

Ethan Lion and Maxwell said in surprise at the same time. Little Ferding was on the side.

"That's right. It's Tirio! I know where he is. Carl nodded to the two of them, then looked at the dazed little Ferdin, "Your father is a loyal believer in the Light, and I am confident that he will never abandon the Light and justice. And the Light never rejects those who have strong beliefs. Go get your father back, little Tyran. Tell him that the Valley of the Hearth needs him, that Lordaeron needs him, and that the Silver Hand needs him! He could not shirk his duties. ”

"This ...... This...... It's true? ”

After receiving Karl's affirmative answer, little Fording almost threw away the hammer and wanted to run home.

Karl grabbed him with a smile in his eyes.

"Don't forget, young man, you're a commander now." Pointing to the dilapidated and gray royal city, "The battle here is not over yet, and giving up halfway is not the proper character of a paladin." ”

"I ...... I'm sorry! ”

Carl smiled and patted him on the shoulder in understanding.

"Alright. Tirio was safe, and the guy had a better time than anyone else. When the fighting here is over, I'll take you to him, but I can't let him hide and be lazy anymore. Now, let your soldiers rest well. In the afternoon we stormed the Undercity, a mere Varimathas...... Let your uncle show you what the God of War is like! ”

Carl's boasting drew a wave of contempt from the cunning Ethan Leon, but little Ferdin's eyes were full of anticipation. For the legend of Karl God of War, young people like Little Ferdin's generation have been yearning for a long time. In earthly terms, Karl was the idol of these young people, and the kind of power he was incomparable.

Now that I can watch the battle of my idol with my own eyes, how not to make the young little Ferdin's blood boil, it is difficult to control myself. If it weren't for his good upbringing, he knew that he had to be sympathetic to his subordinates, I am afraid that little Ferdins would immediately give the order to attack again.

He can't wait! (To be continued.) )