Solomon watched Marshal Windsor and his party leave with reluctance, and if he had a handkerchief in his hand, he could almost perfectly play the role of a wife who watched her husband leave home. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But don't get me wrong, he's not reluctant to give up Windsor, he's not willing to give up those unjust paladins.

Although the Church of Truth doesn't have much money, and their source of money is only based on donations from ordinary believers, but this is better than asking him to increase taxes to make up for the loopholes, and now, these last sources of income have also been abducted by Windsor, how can Solomon not hate, but he doesn't dare to show it......

Speaking of Marshal Windsor, many people in the league should be familiar with this name, he is a real hero.

In Azeroth, there are many heroes who have been promoted, but only a handful are truly worthy of the word hero.

In the original history, Windsol had the privilege of attacking Karazan with Lothar, and in that very fragile place where space was distorted, some fragments of the future or the past could be spied on.

Windsor was unfortunate enough to see the scene of his future death there, where he saw himself fighting a black dragon and dying in the dragon's breath.

People will eventually die, but they know their fate in advance, and anyone will panic, but Wendsol didn't, he faced it all calmly.

After Varian's mysterious disappearance, Stormwind City was completely controlled by Onexia and Berval, but Berval had long been obsessed with Onexia's skirt and could not extricate himself, so Onexia was the real master of Stormwind Kingdom.

However, we all know what Onexia's true identity is and what her purpose is here.

That's right, she's going to distract the Alliance by throwing it into the quagmire of civil strife and leaving them to take care of themselves, and buy time for her brother Nefarion's plan to study the Colorful Dragon.

Under Onexia's operation, the nobles of Stormwind began to indulge in pleasure and no longer cared about the other territories of Stormwind Kingdom.

So in the Wild West, Grian Stallman formed the People's Army of the Wild West; In the Twilight Forest, Duke Elo Eberlock has established his Night's Watch to guard the people of Nightshade alone.

However, Defia's threat is nothing compared to the Blackstone Orcs on the Burning Plains north of Lakeside, who have the backing of the Black Dragon.

Although the Human Alliance has strategic helicopters provided by griffons and gnomes supported by the Brute Hammer Dwarves, but that is only for the main legions of the kingdom, these local guards have nothing, when the black dragon appeared and began to bully the poor private soldiers of the local lord, Wendthor could no longer sit still, the appearance of the black dragon reminded him of his fate, he took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the Burning Plains, and lead the Alliance's troops against the threat of the Black Stone Orcs and the Black Dragon.

However, Onexia, who was incarnated as Countess Katrana Presto, of course, was adamantly opposed to his proposal, and in order to stop him, Onexia began to blow the wind in the pillow of Boval, who had been promoted to regent, so Wendsol's proposal was rejected, and not only was he unable to lead the army of the alliance to solve the troubles of the Burning Plains, but he was even banned from his position by Onexia and the nobles, and he no longer had the right to speak in the noble council.

Disheartened, Windthor can only go to the aid of the Burning Plains alone.

However, in the absence of a single reinforcement, Wendthor was of course powerless, and they were defeated again and again, and were finally captured by the Black Iron Dwarves in an attack.

He was still careless, and when he focused all his attention on the orcs, he apparently completely forgot that the Alliance had an ancient enemy here, the Black Iron Dwarves.

The Stormwind Kingdom, allied with the Copperbeard Dwarves and the Brute Hammer Dwarves, is naturally also an enemy of the Black Iron Dwarves, and the war between them can be traced back three hundred years, so I won't elaborate here.

After that, Wendsol's fate was known to everyone, and the adventurers of the alliance were entrusted to rescue Marshal Wendsol, and helped Marshal Wendsol find two tablets written in dragon language, and Marshal Wendsol deciphered the tablets and successfully discovered the true identity of Onexia.

The next step was to escort Marshal Windsor back to Stormwind.

We don't know if Marshal Windsol recalled the moments of his own death along the way, but from his tragic steps and resolute gestures, we all know that he was ready to meet his fate.

Seeking death is not a great thing, and it is heard everywhere that people have committed suicide, but they die for the sake of justice and a sense of mission in their hearts, and such people are definitely worthy heroes.

Only heroes put the fate of their country and nation above their own lives.

Eventually, Onexia's transformation magic was destroyed by Windsol, and a bereraged Onexia killed Windsol and flew back to her lair in the Swamp, and a generation of heroes finally saved the fate of the Stormwind Kingdom with their own deaths.

However, in this world, due to Zhang Li's incursions, Defia's threat was resolved years in advance, and peace was restored to the Western Wilderness and Nighttown, and Onexia simply hated the nascent church to death, but if she had to act according to human means, she really couldn't do anything about it.

So she can only rearrange a chess game to distract the attention of the alliance, it just so happens that the goblins in the treasure bay are fighting against what forces recently, and the opening of the dark door again has successfully involved the eyes of all forces in the alliance, and Onexia has another opportunity to show her strength, we will talk about these things later, and now we will continue to explain the affairs of Marshal Wendsol.

The opening of the Dark Gate once again gave Onexia a lot of room to play, and a large amount of supplies and armaments were sent there, and the Burning Plains was still in a miserable situation of being free-ranged.

But the opening of the dark door this time was simply thunder and rain, except that at the beginning a group of stupid demons rushed around, and then it was inexplicably calmed down.

The alliance successfully connected with the sons of Lothar, and by the way, it was also learned that Shattrath had united an elven king to capture the demon base camp, and now although the entire Outlands is still fighting, those small groups of demons and evil orcs are obviously not in the climate.

These Union soldiers, who were ready to go, immediately idle.

So someone proposed the Burning Plains here, and then went back the old way, and Wendthor went around the divergence of fate and walked back to square one.

The only difference is that this time he is not alone, and there is a group of not elite paladins walking side by side.

………………

"Bang bang!" With a series of steel deliveries, a young paladin was defeated, and with the Holy Light spell, he had been defeated many times at the hands of this ordinary human with only brute strength, but they did not feel much shame.

Because the other party is a marshal, no matter how much they resist the nobles in their hearts, what reason do they have to dislike him when they meet such a high-ranking and amiable elder who is willing to train them himself.

That's right, Wendsol is training them, although they are called paladins, but the background of this nascent church is still too low, although they have a good foundation in holy light spells, but they have never participated in actual combat, they have not even seen blood, such a group of little guys can be called knights, in Wendsol's opinion, it is just nonsense.

So Wendthor decided to train them himself until they could afford to be called.

"Morgan, remember, no matter what happens, you have to face your enemy, just now in the fight, because our sword is very close to your eyes, you subconsciously closed your eyes, in the real battlefield this will definitely kill you, so now, your task is to never blink, bacon you come to cooperate with him, use your fists to pretend to attack his face, Morgan remember, no matter how close these attacks are to you, even if they have hit your face, you have to face them with your eyes open."

"Yes! Marshal! The young paladin honestly took the order, and with him was the young man named Bacon.

"Mana, you practice with me next, let me see if you have improved."

"Yes! Marshal! ”

After the evening training, under Wendsol's arrangement, the paladins began to sleep in batches, Wendsol sat in front of the campfire in a daze, and there was a paladin who was sleepy and nodding his head constantly.

Looking at this unqualified night watchman, Wendsol shook his head helplessly.

Time was too short, and if he was given enough time, he could train all of these lads to become real knights, but fortunately, when they got to the Burning Plains, they didn't have much chance of going to war, and they would still follow the old job of a medical officer.

"Okay, if you can't support it, you can go to sleep first, and I'll take care of it here." Wendthall's calm voice woke the young man awoke.

He realized how derelict he had been, laughed embarrassedly, and insisted on finishing his post.

"Okay, what I said is true, now we haven't entered the Burning Plains, the probability of enemies here is not very high, go to sleep, I can guard this place alone."

Unable to defeat the marshal, the recruit paladin walked back to his tent.

"That's right! Do not take off your armor when you sleep, and keep your weapons within easy reach. Wendsol gave one last admonition.

"Got it...... the recruit paladin whispered, and then ran into the tent.

Wendthor was the only one left on the scene, silent, except for the sound of a campfire exploding.

However, instead of looking at the campfire, Windsol quietly watched the sky, a habit he had developed on the march for many years.

The flames would obscure his eyes and make him unable to adapt to the darkness, and he was so cautious even in this place that he had just left Lakeside Town, though he himself did not think he would be attacked here......

But things always go against people's expectations.

The slightest slight sound of "rustling ......" appeared indistinctly, and Wendsol, who was ostensibly looking at the stars in a daze, moved his ears invisibly.

Then this eerie sound got closer and closer...... The closer he got, the more slight it became, and when Windsor's ears couldn't catch a sound, his sword stabbed behind him.

"Poof!" With a thud, the sword gave him the feeling of piercing into the mud, but the muffled grunt that followed let him know that this was not mud, it was a piece of flesh and blood.

"Enemy attack!" Wendthall's alarm quickly woke up the new recruits, and they scrambled to their feet, thankfully Windthor had each of them sleep in armor, which saved them a lot of effort.

When the first paladin burst out of the tent, he saw that Marshal Windsor was being besieged by several orcs, and that there was a female orc lying around the campfire.

"For the glory of the Light!"