With the help of the blizzard, the paladin, led by Fordin, retreated to the southwest of Regret Ridge. To go north is to be chased and spanked. To retreat westward is to lure the Scourge spirits to the hinterland of Lordaeron.

With these factors in mind, Fording took the paladins and soldiers to the southwest, a place called Regret Ridge. Where the paladins can take a break.

The blizzard dragged on for fifteen minutes, which was not very long, but it was enough.

Kurdila had no intention of pursuing the Fuhang troops, and their target was not this squad of less than two hundred men. Heading north is Kurdila's ultimate goal.

Thassarian had already traveled to the Western Plaguelands with a large number of undead, and not only that, but a large number of Stratholme's undead had also begun to march before Naxxramas arrived.

It can be said that Naxxramas was present, and the undead soldiers led by Varimasas went out, and almost all the undead of Lordaeron were dispatched.

Another massive catastrophe of the undead has arrived.

By the time we reached Regret Ridge, it was nearly early morning. In Regret Ridge, the creatures here are not like the rest of the Western Plaguelands. There are creatures, and the trees are dead, but they are still tall and tall. It seems that there is life here.

In the wilderness, there are still some small creatures running around from time to time. Let Fuhang see a different scene in the land of the Western Plague.

As for what the reason was, the soldiers present, the paladins, including Fuhang, were well aware. This great paladin rests here.

He once dedicated all of his qiē to the country and to the people he loved. He is the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the symbol of justice of the Light of Lordaeron, Uther!

It's not just Uther, it's the place where thousands of paladins are laid to rest. Whether it's the First Orc War, or the Second Orc War. Including the paladins who died during the invasion of the natural disaster, they are all buried here.

There is no strife or war here. There are no undead and no plagues. Here, it has always been shrouded in holy light. It is the quietest and most peaceful place in the Western Plague Lands since the invasion of the Scourge.

"Inform the Paladins and Soldiers to take a break outside the Paladin's Tomb. Remember, don't rush into this place, lest you disturb the rest of these heroes. Fording ordered the soldiers.

Even if Ferdins didn't say it, the soldiers wouldn't rush into this place, where the holy light shines, and there is justice. Paladin's Faith. It's here. In any case, as a paladin, you shouldn't bother the Heroic Spirits here.

"Come with me, Fuhang." Ferdin's father and son invite Fuhang into the cemetery together.

Fuhang had long wanted to meet this hero he had never seen. When Fuhang was playing World of Warcraft before, the person he admired the most was not Saviorsa, not Fordin, but Uther. Such an old-fashioned-looking paladin who defended his faith to the death. The Holy Light Righteousness in him is a well-deserved Lordaeron Holy Light Faith.

The cemetery was built very simply, perhaps because of the invasion of natural disasters. Lordaeron didn't have that much possessions to fix for the hero.

However, even the cemetery is very simple. But he is exquisite. The craftsmen who built this place must have put their best work into it. From the outside, the cemetery looks like a small pavilion, ventilated on all sides. But unlike the gazebo, the top of this building is open-air.

The morning sun has not yet risen, and Fuhang can see it vaguely. On Uther's statue, there was also a faint light shining on the entire Ridge of Remorse. Perhaps it was Uther's eyes, and he wanted to rely on this rays of light. See again, the revival of the royal city of Lordaeron.

"Old friend. I've been looking at you for a long time. Fu Hang unloaded his hammer and got down on one knee.

Tyran followed his father. They all knelt down.

"It's been five or six years since we last met. At that time, we were still planning for the future of Lordaeron, and when you think about it, the kingdom was still there. We still have a lot of ambitions, and you've always told me that Lordaeron has fought countless battles over the years, but it is the people who have been hurt the most. Just as we were about to put the advance back to the people, I grieved the charge of treason. The political struggle is very cruel, and I know you have done a lot for me. But, I know, when it comes to politics, you're not good at it. Furding looked at Uther's statue with tears in his eyes.

As Uther's best helper, the two of them cherish each other. Although they are not brothers, they are better than brothers. The Silver Hand, under the leadership of the two paladins, grew stronger step by step.

After the end of the Second War, the Iron Horse Brotherhood relinquished the position of the First Legion of the Eastern Kingdoms. However, the Royal Knights of Stormwind did not inherit the throne of the Iron Horse Brotherhood. On the contrary, it turned out that in Lordaeron in the north of the continent, the Knights of the Silver Hand became the most powerful human legion in the Eastern Kingdom.

To this day, the main force against the Scourge is still the Knights of the Silver Hand.

For Uther, there have been glories and failures. He once made great contributions in the Second Orc War, and in peacetime, he trained a generation of Tianjiao. Arthas, who can put Prince Varian in the limelight. However, in the end, he ended up being killed by his own apprentice.

All the paladins in Lordaeron, when they went out of Ferdin, the ending seemed to be very bleak.

Dasohan, Mograine, Uther, Tulayan. Either disappeared or defected. A natural disaster caused these outstanding paladins to fall on the wheel of fate.

"Fuhang, this is the symbol of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Uther." Furding solemnly introduced to Fuhang.

"I know that Uther is the faith of all our paladins." Fuhang returned on one knee and paid homage to a great paladin.

"Fuhang, Tyran. Our generation of old paladins is about to retire from the stage of history, and no matter how much we struggle, Lordaeron's fate is not in our hands. I just hope that in my lifetime, I will see the lively bazaars, lively children, and melodious bells in the royal city of Lordaeron. I can't do it anymore, and I hope you can make our dreams come true, not just for me, but for all of us in Lordaeron. A wonderful home. Fuhang's eyes were a little deep, and he looked at the statue of Uther, and fell silent.

There seems to be an endless conversation between old friends. Once upon a time, when Ferding was talking to Uther. Uther was fond of silence. He prefers to be an audience. Now old Fording was silent, and he was silent, along with Uther.

Fuhang and Tailan came out of the cemetery, and both of them knew each other very well, knowing that old friends were together, and it was somewhat inappropriate for them to be young people in it.

The two of them came together to the hill of Regret Ridge. It's a great place to see, underneath the hills. It's a big lake. Fu Hang vaguely remembers that there is a small island in the middle of Lake Dalongmere, and there is also a force on the small island called the Psychic Academy.

This psychic academy is a remnant of the Second Orc War. At that time, the Barov family owned Keldaron, which is now the Psychic Academy.

After the end of the Second War, Kel'thugad bewildered the Barovs. The Barov family embraced the teachings of the Curse Cult of Kel'thugad, and they gifted the huge building to Kel'thugad.

But the cultists of the Cult of the Cursed God were not satisfied, and soon they killed all the members of the Barov family, the property of the Barov family. Houses have become the product of the Cursed Sect.

Kel'thugad also transformed this place into a psychic college. Annually. There will be some necromancers here, and they will all go to Stratholme, to the capital of the dead that Alsace has single-handedly created.

After Kel'thugad was killed by Arthas, Kel'thugad's most proud assistant, Gardin, became the director of the Death Academy.

Until now, this academy has always existed, and the necromancer is still studying and graduating here.

"Do you know this place?" Fuhang sat on the col. The hands support the body.

"Yes, the territory of the Barov family. The former Barov family was one of the richest families in all of Lordaeron. They're richer than the Alterac family in the South, but. The family itself believed in the wrong religion and was sent to the path of natural disasters by Kel'thugad. "Tyran, please eat the history of this family.

Fuhang shook his head, these families really did their own death. Not to mention the Barov family, even the Alterac family in the south has also fallen into the grass, and now it has become a syndicate. The scourge side hopes that one day, with its high financial resources, will restore its rule over the Hillbride hills.

Fu Hang looked at the Psychic Academy in the distance, and seemed to be very calm. Curiously asked, "The defenders and crusaders of Garissus did not attack here?" ”

If Stratholme is a city of steel, there are many undead and cannot be attacked. Then the Psychic Academy is indeed an easy place to attack and difficult to defend.

A small island on Lake Dallonmere that is surrounded on all sides.

"I attacked, but I didn't knock it down." Tyran said with a frown.

"Didn't hit it?" Fuhang said in surprise. No matter how big this psychic academy is, how many people can there be, and the defenders haven't been defeated, this combat power is too unbelievable.

"Yes, the Psychic Academy was originally a cellar for the Barov family. The underground structure is intricate, our soldiers are very unfamiliar with this place, plus the necromancer of the psychic academy, in such a dark environment, can release 100% of their strength, our attack, for here, is very embarrassing. Tyran explained.

If you use the difficulty in the game, the difficulty of the Psychic Academy, at level 60, is definitely in the top three of the difficulty of the dungeon.

What Tailan said, Fuhang can understand. This Academy of the Dead is really not a place that can be captured casually.

But now Fuhang doesn't want to worry about this, and the army of the undead in Andohar has already sailed to the north of the Western Plaguelands. I believe that the armies have already begun to fight.

"Wait! Look at the sky! Tyran exclaimed.

A huge sky palace appeared in Fuhang's line of sight, even if it was so far away, Fuhang could only see one side of this sky castle.

"Naxxramas! How is it so big! Fu Hang's tone was a little surprised, but his face was very calm.

Tyran was suspicious, and Fuhang's words were as if he had seen them before.

"What? You've seen it. Tyran asked curiously.

Fuhang embarrassedly explained: "I haven't seen it, but I've heard of it, the underground palace of Northrend." ”

At one point Anubarak entered the spiritual pagoda of Nirub and occupied it.

The Lich King then arrived in Northrend and ordered Kel'thugad to lead the Scourge to take over the massive underground palace. And, transform it into a giant warplane.

Fueled by dark magic, this heavenly palace rises into the air and can move anywhere in the world. Now, he's in Lordaeron, a land once overrun by the undead.

Sure enough, it was Dalaran's mage who could lift such a tall palace into the sky.

Dalaran can also fly all over the sky, think about the fact that the kingdom of Dalaran can fly to Northrend, which is the reason. The mage who came out of Dalaran has graduated, and it's still quite good to move.

Fuck, there's another war to fight.

Fuhang originally thought that it was a riot of the Scourge Legion, but it was just a partial battle. This time it was different, with the arrival of Naxxramas, the entire eastern kingdom would be plunged into war.

A kingdom in the air, one can imagine their strength.

Fortunately, they came to the Western Plague Land, and most of the people in the East Plague Land have now withdrawn to the hands of Tyr. In the Eastern Plague Lands, there is only one place now, and it is a safe place.

Now Lordaeron, there is only the Silver Pine Forest, which is a peaceful land.

Not to mention anything else, the citizens of Lordaeron, who had just returned to settle down, were about to embark on the journey away from home again. Hopefully, this time, the war will touch less people.

Fuhang saw Naxxramas, his mood did not fluctuate, he was still calm. Although Tailan has also experienced a lot of winds and waves, it is not as flattering as Fuhang's attitude of not being shocked.

Sure enough, he was the commander of the Kalimdor coalition forces, an enemy who had fought with the Burning Legion.

But Fu Hang was not surprised, he had already guessed that this palace in the sky was going to fly to Lordaeron.

"By the way, is what Kurdila said last night true?" Tyran asked incredulously.

Fu Hang was not modest, nodded and said, "It's true, but it's not that exaggerated." ”

"Then you know orcs from many tribes?" Tyran asked curiously.

"Not just orcs, but trolls, minotaurs, night elves. In fact, the new tribe is not as evil as we all imagined, and I think that this time the attack of Naxxramas will be, we can ask the new tribe for help. ”

Asking for help from the tribe? This Fuhang still dares to think of anything. The grudge between two generations cannot be resolved overnight. (To be continued)