At the gates of Lordaeron in the evening, a lonely Angel was on her horse, and she was saying her final goodbyes to Patrick.

Instead of embarrassing Xue Huan, the king offered to be escorted back to Stratholm by General Faral, but Patrick refused.

When something like this happened, Patrick, who was already bold, became depressed, not to mention Angel, who was a girl. The girl seemed to have been hit very hard, and for several days she did not say a word, her face was pale and haggard.

She didn't believe that Xue Huan was a necromancer at all, and she saw everything he did along the way, how could he be one of those evil mages who studied dark spells and used living people as soul containers?

But the facts are there, and she can't help but believe it!!

Unlike Patrick, who is a warrior, Angel, who has trained magic skills in Dalaran since she was a child and is deeply influenced by magical culture, naturally recognizes the mysterious black aura on Xue Huan's body.

It is a necromantic aura that symbolizes darkness, and only those who use those forbidden spells will not be inspired by the Light, and will be punished by the Light, revealing their true colors.

"Where are you going, Angel?"

Seeing Angel's stunned look, Patrick felt a little distressed, but after a moment's hesitation, the dwarf still asked the question.

The dwarves of Ironforge are proud, but after all this experience, the friendship between their small group has long been sublimated, and even the haughty Patrick has long regarded them as his most trustworthy companions.

Friendship in war is all the more precious, isn't it?

But along the way, the deaths of Alex and Matthew, the mutiny of Pebro, and the disappearance of Sayle have already broken up their small team.

The reason why they have been able to get to where they are today is that Xue Huan has always borne most of the pressure, and it has always been Xue Huan who has used his life to defend them!

And now the only one they could rely on of the three remaining people had been taken away by those who called themselves the Holy Church. Although life and death are uncertain for the time being, Patrick knows that the chances of Xue Huan surviving are slim.

Patrick naturally didn't believe that the little guy who had been fighting side by side with him was a necromancer, and he even wanted to go up to stop it at that time, but found that his strength was not worth mentioning in front of the other party. Realizing this, Patrick was a little depressed, after all, he could once fight a few orc warriors alone without falling behind.

It was getting late, and the hunters and merchants who had gone out to run errands also returned to Stratholme!

"I'm going back to Dalaran to meet my mentor, and she might have a solution. Angel said absentmindedly.

She knew that even if she stayed in Lordaeron, she had no way to find Xue Huan, he could only turn to her mentor for help.

Her mentor is Modra, a great magician who specializes in fire magic and a member of the Council of Six. If you find her, there may be a way to help Xue Huan, Angel thought.

However, the old lady's personality is as fiery as her magic, and even when facing her beloved disciples, her methods are very strict.

"Well, do you need me to escort you back?" the dwarf asked hesitantly, stroking his thick beard.

"No need Patrick. ”

Angel shook her head and smiled tiredly, "You still have a long way to go." ”

As a matter of fact, the dwarven fortress of Ironforge is located in Danmoro, where the climate is unusually cold due to its high altitude, with only one winter season of the year. Because it snows almost every day, the ground is always covered with a thick layer of snow, and rivers and lakes are frozen all year round.

And Danmoro is away from the Tirisfal Woodland, even if it takes at least three days to ride a horse!

"Oh well. ”

The dwarf nodded and coughed dryly, "If I have a chance in the future, I will go back to the magical capital to see you, hehe!"

He tried to break the dull atmosphere brought about by Xue Huan.

Sure enough, seeing Patrick say this, Angel finally pursed her lips and smiled, and asked, "You are always welcome, Mr. Dwarf, but are you ready to go back to Ironforge now?"

"Of course! ”

The dwarf smiled heartily, "It's been a long time since I've seen those guys, and after so much experience, I miss the days when I drank with them and chased elk on the surface of the frozen lake. ”

As he spoke, Patrick couldn't help but recall that pleasant time, and his sadness was diluted a lot.

In fact, there is one thing that Patrick did not say, there are some of his old friends in Ironforge, and some of them even know Magni Copperbeard, the leader of the great dwarven king. Patrick wants to use the power of the dwarven king and even the Explorers' Guild to track down Xue Huan's whereabouts.

"So be it, Patrick, thank you for this journey. Angel expressed her gratitude from the bottom of her heart.

Although their main core is Xue Huan, they might not have made it this far without this determined dwarven companion, and no one can ignore Patrick's contribution to the entire team.

"You're welcome, Miss Angel. ”

In this kind of scene, the dwarf wanted to show a gentleman's smile, but the hearty laughter betrayed him, boldness is the characteristic of their dwarf clan, "Looking forward to meeting you again, beautiful lady, and I wish you good luck all the way!"

"Well, goodbye, Patrick!"

After saying that, Angel waved her hand and disappeared at the end of the path without looking back, she didn't want to look back, let alone let Patrick see the tears that gradually appeared in her eyes!

Goodbye, her companion...