Riding on the back of a war horse, Tirio. Under the guidance of Grian, Ferding and his party walked towards the newly built fortress Yan'an City.

The fortified city was recently built to protect against possible threats from Stormwind, as well as to provide a place for the main Wild West Resistance to live.

The name was chosen by Li Yunfei on the grounds that it was very auspicious and could bless the rebel front with a complete victory.

Of course, he is the Red Prophet and the soul of the current rebels, so naturally no one opposes him, so this newly built fortress has a strange name in the eyes of many people - Yan'an.

Along the way, Tirio watched and surveyed the current scene of the Wild West, asking Grian questions from time to time.

And Grian doesn't seem to have any hidden thoughts, and he answers all of Tirio's questions one by one, without any hiding.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, several tall factories could be seen on the plain at the end of the distant horizon, and the shadows stood on the plain longingly, and black smoke and dust rose into the sky.

In some places further afield, in the fields on both sides of the road, farmers are working feverishly to clear wasteland. From time to time, heavily armed soldiers hurriedly ran by, and a certain duty team had arrived from afar to complete their assigned tasks.

Occasionally, some soldiers would run down the avenue cheering, waving flags in their hands and cheering loudly.

Behind them, they are often dragged with slain gnolls or captured MI7 agents, all unlucky people caught trying to attack the inhabitants or wreak havoc. Once caught by these soldiers, it is difficult to escape with all their bodies.

What surprised Tirio the most was that among those who worked in the fields, there were not only plainly dressed peasants, but also scattered soldiers.

This picture. He was stunned.

"This ......"

Pointing to the soldiers who were doing the same farm work as the peasants, Tirio's eyes were filled with confusion, "Are these soldiers farming?" ”

Grian nodded, agreeing with the old man's guess.

"Yes, they are farming."

Looking at the shock on the old man's face, Grian said calmly. "In the Western Wilderness, there is no distinction between nobles and commoners. Here there are only laborers and hard laborers, and although we are all soldiers, we only take up arms to defend the territory. ”

"When we don't need to take up arms, or when the land needs us, we take up a hoe and become a farmer, and no soldier complains about it. Because in everyone's mind, soldiers and peasants are equal, and there is only a difference in the division of labor. There is no such thing as superiority. ”

Tirio was shocked, "This ...... Is this the equal communism that Mr. Li promotes? ”

Grian nodded, "That's right, this is the Wild West Rebellion Front, created by Lord Prophet. Unlike those nobles in Stormwind, we ......"

Speaking of this, he suddenly saw something, and quickly stopped talking and said. “…… The Prophet will discuss the details with you. I will retire first. ”

With that, he turned to Tirio. After giving a salute, Ferding retreated with his troops and left the place.

On the avenue ahead, a lone wheelchair appeared, quietly parked in the shade of a large tree.

Under the verdant canopy. Li Yunfei sat in a wheelchair and looked at this side quietly, with a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw something interesting.

When Tirio looked at him, Li Yunfei sat up straight with a smile and said hello to Old Man Ferdin.

"This way. Mr. Ferdin. ”

Tirio was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man in front of him, who was less than forty years old, a little stunned.

"You...... Is it the red prophet Li Yunfei? ”

Li Yunfei smiled and was noncommittal, "I'm Li Yunfei, as for the so-called prophet...... Scold...... Old Mr. Ferding laughed. Who would dare to call a prophet in front of your old man? ”

Identifying the man in front of him, Tirio dismounted from his horse and walked straight to the shade of the trees ahead.

However, just as the two attendants behind him also wanted to follow, two maids dressed in maid costumes silently appeared on the originally empty avenue, and stopped in front of the two attendants with expressionless faces.

"Please stop, you two, only Mr. Fording can pass, thank you."

In the voice of indifference and impersonal affection, the two young entourages were at a loss, and subconsciously looked at the old paladin in front of them. Tirio waved his hand and motioned for them to stand down.

So the two attendants obediently departed under the guidance of the maid, and watched the old paladin walk straight to the lawn in the shade of the trees on the avenue.

There, Li Yunfei in a wheelchair coughed a little weakly, and showed a smile to Tirio, "First time we met, Mr. Ferdin, for your deeds, I have been famous for a long time. It's a privilege to see it now. ”

The old paladin frowned and looked at Li Yunfei in the wheelchair, a little confused, "Your body ......"

In his senses, the young man in front of him was clearly tormented by some kind of curse, so that his health was extremely bad.

Such a vicious curse is not comparable to ordinary witchcraft or magic.

Tirio casually gathered a warm holy light and gently pressed this soft holy light on the top of Li Yunfei's head.

At sunset, the two maids in the distance watched the scene from afar, subconsciously a little nervous, afraid that Li Yunfei would be attacked.

But Li Yunfei, who was in a wheelchair, calmly let the old paladin put his hand on the top of his head, without any defenses and the will to resist, looking extremely confident.

After a few seconds, the light dissipated, and the old paladin withdrew his hand, stunned.

"This ......" he looked at Li Yunfei in front of him, and was even more shocked, "Why do you have such a terrible curse in your body?" This is not a curse that mortals can use at all, have you offended any demigod? ”

Li Yunfei laughed, not surprised by this result, and obviously didn't think that the old paladin would be able to lift the curse on him.

In the gentle evening breeze, he lay in a wheelchair and said with a weak smile. "Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm, Mr. Foding, have you heard of his name?"

The old paladin looked confused, "Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm...... Guardian Dragon...... Why did he put such a curse on you? Is there a conflict between you? ”

Li Yunfei shook his head and said with a weak smile, "I'm just a mortal, how dare I offend the dignified guardian dragon." It's just that...... Scold...... It seems that the things I did in the Wild West were not very well received by the dragon king. So he retaliated. ”

Ferding looked suspicious, "With all due respect, Mr. Li Yunfei." If that Bronze Dragon King really wants to get revenge on you, he only needs to fly to the Western Wilderness and slap you to death with a single claw, why use this troublesome curse? Is the person you offended really the Bronze Dragon King? ”

Obviously, the old paladin didn't believe Li Yunfei's statement.

However, Li Yunfei didn't expect Thaksin to believe it, after all, the affairs of Alsace could not be known to the jealous old man in front of him.

It would have been a lot of fun to let the old paladin know that Arthas, the Lich King, was behind him, and that Arthas had seriously injured Nozdorm for him.

Li Yunfei is now seriously ill. It belongs to the negative state of delbuff, and his combat power is greatly reduced, but he is not confident that he can meet the blow of the Ash Messenger of Lafayette - of course, even in his heyday, he also does not have the confidence to meet the blow of the Ash Bringer.

Therefore, looking at the suspicious old man on his face, Li Yunfei laughed out loud and changed the topic according to the original plan.

"If Mr. Fording doesn't believe me, then I can't help it. After all, this curse was indeed planted by the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm. It's also true that he has a grudge against me, believe it or not. That's all there. ”

"Rather than dwell on this matter, let's talk about your main purpose in coming to the Wild West."

Under the setting sun, half of Li Yunfei's side face was in the dark shadows, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. It's just that easy-going and indifferent laughter, but it is clear in the shade of the trees that are gradually becoming darker.

"Vanessa, give old Mr. Verding a chair. It's rare to have a visit. How can we get guests to stand? ”

In the next second, the silent Vanessa appeared behind the two, put down a chair, and retreated expressionlessly.

So the place under the shade of the trees fell silent again, and only Li Yunfei and Tirio sat there. Each represented the Coalition side and the Wild West Resistance, and began their first formal talks.

At the same time, the graveyard of Stormwind had fallen into a dark night.

As the sun sets in the sky, the last rays of this world leave the earth, and the darkness of the night descends here.

In the cemetery of Hessesen, countless black tombstones stand longingly in the cold moonlight, looking gloomy and terrifying.

Even though the Cathedral of Light, which represents light, is not far from the cemetery, you can even see the pointed dome of the cathedral when you stand in the center of the cemetery and look up.

But the gloomy darkness still gathers here, making ordinary people daunting, and few people are willing to come here.

However, on this dark and gloomy night, two more uninvited guests broke the silence in the cemetery, which should have been empty.

A guest, dressed in a white robe representing the sacred, walked calmly into the place.

It's just that in the cold moonlight, the white robe that once represented the divine no longer has the slightest breath of light and sacredness, only looks gloomy and cold, like a cloak that only ghosts and ghosts can wear, which makes people shudder.

On the other side, the person who walked over took off his cold armor that had not left his body all the year round and put on a gorgeous and cumbersome aristocratic costume, showing his noble status.

An owl "cooed" and flapped its wings and landed on a branch, staring at the two men meeting in the cemetery with its big eyes.

Whoosh -

A sharp voice suddenly came to mind in the darkness, and the innocent owl had landed on a branch for a few seconds before it was hit through the head by a flying stone and fell to the ground in a splatter of blood.

Another person in the cemetery couldn't help but shake his head when he saw such an evil deed.

"Lord Duke, you're too strange, aren't you? For no reason, what to do with killing this owl? Did it offend you? ”

In the moonlight, the Grand Duke of Stormwind and the former paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Grayson. Duke Shadong Blake coldly withdrew his hand and said expressionlessly, "How do I know if this owl is disguised by a mage?" Or some druid-trained bug. ”

"Don't forget, the famous Lady Tyrande is in Stormwind. In front of her, the entire flowers, birds, insects, and fish in Stormwind City may be her secret agents, what can you and I do if we are careful? ”

The other person in the cemetery could only shrug his shoulders and said helplessly, "You have a point, but according to your words, should we also expel all the ants in this area?" After all, ants are also animals, and they can also be controlled by that Lady Tyrande, right? ”

The mocking remarks were clearly a satire of Grayson's nervousness.

It's just that in the face of the archbishop's mockery, Duke Grayson nodded expressionlessly, and said solemnly, "You don't have to worry about this, I have already driven away all the ants and insects in this tomb." Now there are not a single living animal in this cemetery, not to mention ants, except for you and me. ”

The archbishop was speechless, "Well, you really plan for a rainy day, let me admire." ”

Duke Grayson snorted coldly and said, "Put away your taunts, I'm not here to quarrel with you this time." About Tirio. I don't believe you have any ideas about Ferdin's visit to the Wild West. ”

Meeting the archduke's icy gaze, Archbishop Benedictas laughed, laughing very happily.

"Why should I have an idea? Mr. Tirioferdin, who is willing to venture into the thieves' den to negotiate with Li Yunfei and benefit the lives of our Azeroth, why should I have any ideas? ”

"How powerful is the Lich King, wouldn't it be a great thing if Mr. Fording could convince the Wild West Rebels to form an alliance with us and join us on a northern expedition against the Frozen Throne? It doesn't hurt me, does it? Say yes, Grand Duke. ”

Grayson snorted coldly, and said coldly, "Don't play these tricks on me, Benedictas, I know what the dragon behind you is thinking." Thou art his servant, and thou hast not done thy best for him, but thou hast wasted thy time here, are thou not afraid that thy master will rebuke thee? ”

The archbishop spread his hands and said with an innocent smile, "I obeyed the master's order, and I was here to be the Holy Light Bishop as an internal response, and I got the first-hand information of the alliance for the master, why should I be questioned?" This is my job, okay? ”

Grayson's expression became more and more impatient, "Then I'll just say it." ”

Looking coldly at the archbishop in front of him, Duke Grayson said expressionlessly, "I came to you this time to ask you to cooperate with me to sabotage this alliance meeting in the Western Wilderness. (To be continued......)