Azeroth Trail of Light

Dick looked at Whitemane and the glaring young commanders around him, he relentlessly sarcastically said,

"Do you know what I said to you just now!"

"Do you know what is the concept of 200 undead? Your fathers, your mentors, gathered the entire Silver Hand and even the forces of all the armies in the Darlong Mir area. In 2 months, it has not been able to recover Andorhal, this number , Four times as many as the undead in Andorhal! The Grand Knight Alessandro was seriously injured after only a brief contact!"

Dick's voice grew louder and louder, even almost roaring,

"Do you really think the Knights of the Silver Hand are invincible? Go ask Uther, ask Dathrohan, how many undead they can kill even if they are exhausted? 1? 10? Even the whole Knights of the Silver Hand All the people died in West Dalungmir. We still cannot save the remaining citizens! After we fall, the innocent will become the next target of the undead's natural disasters. At that time, who will protect them?"

"You said that I am overdrawing the future of Silver Hand? Yes, I am overdrawing this future, but if these countries cannot be tied to our tank this time, what do you use to protect the civilians behind you? Use you His glory? Shit! That thing is worthless in front of the lives of the remaining 300 citizens of Lordaeron!"

"Tell me! Miss Whitemane, if it were you, how would you get help from those countries? Would you kneel on the ground and beg them?"

Facing Dick’s roar, Whiteman’s face paled and took a step back. It was not just him. Dick’s gaze turned to whoever he wanted to choose. Everyone couldn’t help but retreat, because now Dick is just like It was a lone wolf who was really forced to the road to nowhere.

"Wake up, you idiots! Lordaeron is destroyed! Lordaeron is destroyed! We are already homeless! You want to keep your glory, your decency, OK! You keep it! It."

Dick shook his head and turned to leave. His cold words reached every young man’s ears.

"These things that will tarnish your glory, let me, a person who does not need glory, do it. I am a man, I am a warrior, I will never kneel and pray for someone to give me a way out. I will use my fist. , To win my life, or die in a battle for survival."

"If you still can't understand your situation, then we have nothing to say. Don't show up in front of me until you want to understand!"

Dick turned and walked into the hall. No one dared to stand in front of him, including the ambassadors who had previously glared at him. They were afraid of him. A person with nothing is the most terrible, because they didn’t care, one was forced into it. People who are in desperation are also terrible, because every time they fight, they are fighting with their lives.

Errigal and Herod followed Dick firmly, and even Miss Abidis, who had planned to talk to his good sister Whitemane, after hesitating for a few seconds, followed Dick again. Into the hall.

A few young people were like eggplants beaten by frost. They felt that Dick’s behavior was wrong, especially this threatening behavior, which was completely different from the Cavaliers’ rules, but Dick’s final shock They couldn't refute the words that were awkward.

They even felt that the gazes of the civilians and knights around them were different. The gaze made them feel hot and made them feel ashamed. They wanted to escape, but just turned around, a tall figure was blocked. Before them.

It was Uther and the pale-faced Grand Knight Alessandro, and the Grand Knight Dathrohan.

"father!"

Whitemane raised her head blankly. The two inner voices were colliding with her. She wanted her father to get an answer. Alessandro looked at his daughter. The old-fashioned knight shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, I still protect you too well... Go to the battlefield, Whitemane, your questions will be answered there, and you, all roll me onto the battlefield, I don’t care who your father is. , Who is your grandfather, that young man is right, at the moment of the destruction of Lordaeron, all we can do is fight!"

"You remembered it for me!"

Alessandro Mograine was ambushed by Alsace’s Nerubian army and failed. He was seeking a counterattack, and he even went through the Silverpine Forest to enter the Darlongmere area. It is now the sharpest moment. Man is like an unsheathed long sword, and the sharpness made all the young people stand up straight.

"The dignity is punched out, not rewarded to you by others! Your current dignity is what we earned for you. Now, it's time for you to earn your own dignity!"

Uther's words are softer, but this kind of gentleness is more like a soft knife cutting meat, which makes people more painful.

"Look, look at the eyes of the civilians and knights looking at Dick. He left the glory for them, but the people behind him will help him pick up the glory and lift him to a higher position. , You are always questioning why I gave the Dick knight so much power to lead a battle group on his own. Do you know the reason now?"

"Because he is a true warrior, and you are not worthy of this title!"

Dathrohan made a brief summary, and then accompanied Uther and Alessandro, who had gone back and forth, and walked into the hall. Whitemane wiped his eyes. This knight is famous throughout the Silver Hand. The beauty of the regiment cried... She followed her adoptive father stubbornly and walked into the hall. She wanted to see how she was worse than Dick, whom everyone praised.

Yes, Whitemane will no longer compare his former lover Renault Mograine with Dick, because that is absolutely self-inflicted.

An hour later, Dick appeared on the podium again, and the first row of participants had almost changed.

From left to right: Great Knight Uther, High Lord Alessandro, Archmage Antonidas, Quel'Thalas Ranger General Lothama-Theron, and the Wildhammer Dwarves are directly here. Lord Fustad-Wildhammer, sitting next to him is Gilneas young prince Liam Greymane, accompanied him, and a Gilneas lord who almost changed history later. Baron Vincent Godfrey.

Sitting at the end of the first row was a tall figure wrapped in a black cloak. Dick knew who he was.

Oriden Perenord, the orthodox heir to the currently divided Alterac kingdom, the betrayer of the Second Orc War, and the heir of Aiden Perenord, created the one that later occupied most of the Arathi Highlands. The Assassins, the leader of the Syndicate.

This time, they are all real big shots, and most of them dominate the history of their own country.

It was also the first time Dick faced such a big scene. He took a deep breath and said,

"Very well, it seems that the person in charge has already arrived, so let's not waste time and discuss business matters."

"Wait...I doubt Knight Dick's sincerity in presiding over this meeting. Because of your previous remarks that are not in compliance with the rules and the Knights Manual, I think you'd better give the Gilneas Kingdom a decent sincerity!"

Baron Godfrey, with a pale face of a standard nobleman, interrupted Dick. This guy is like a tall and thin bamboo pole, but it is undeniable that Godfrey is definitely a skilled politician and an absolutely awesome hunter. If it is not bad luck later, he is very likely to kill the overlord of Northern Xinjiang 10 years later, the leader of the undead, and the King of Banshees-Sylvanas-Windrunner who has fascinated countless players.

But at this time, Godfrey has not yet reached the level that will be 10 years later. Although his language is pungent, and his tone is to suppress Dick when he opens his mouth, the moment his voice landed, Dick’s face showed a trace of that person. Intriguing smile,

"Oh, this, it should be Baron Vincent Godfrey, Lord "Grey Wolf" from Gilneas. I don’t know what kind of sincerity you want, but I think I’m very sincere, at least not. Tell you about the "Greymane Wall" that you secretly planned to resist the undead? Or, your king has really made up his mind to rely on the crazy archmage Arugal, who summoned from his dreams Monsters to deal with Arthas?"

Dick smacked his lips. "I advise you not to do that!"

With just a word, all the pride and reservedness on Baron Godfrey’s face disappeared. He felt that his heart was at ease that the Buddha was seen through by Dick, and Prince Liam, who was still young, was far from mature. He got up and shouted,

"Where did you get these top-secret news? Knight... No, you hateful spy! Thief!"

But Dick no longer pays attention to them. Looking at the gloomy Baron Godfrey, who pressed Liam on his chair, Dick narrowed his smile and turned his eyes to the Lord Wildhammer Dwarf sitting in the center. Stard Wildhammer, this lucky guy will become one of the three kings of the dwarves of Azeroth in 10 years.

There was a relaxed smile on Falstad’s square face, but Dick had no plans to make false claims with these people.

"If the Wildhammer dwarves are confident that the poisonous mist canyon of the Hinterlands can block the peak of the undead, then you may not participate in this battle. We will withdraw all the soldiers from the cold wind camp. Anyway, the entrance to the poison canyon on the shore of Lake Darronmere It's so hard to find, maybe even the undead can't be found!"

"You...you know Poison Mist Canyon! That's enough, don't talk about it! The Griffin Battalion will help you! But you have to swear by your faith that you can't tell others about the location of the Poison Mist Canyon!"

Falstad’s ease was gone. Half of the people knew only two roads from the Wildhammer dwarves in and out of the Eagle’s Nest in the Hinterlands. One was from Arathi Highlands through the Dwarven Tunnel, and the other was from Hills. Bled Hills walks the hilly road, but only the elders of the Wildhammer dwarves know that there is a huge boulder on the shore of Lake Dallonemere. In the steep peak behind the boulder, there is a gorge that leads directly to the Eagle's Nest. It is poison. Fog Canyon, this is almost one of the greatest secrets of the Wildhammer dwarves.

Dick glanced appreciatively at the decisive Falstad, then turned his gaze to the archmage Antonidas who had been touching his beard and the eldest lady sitting beside him, blinking constantly, Dick revealed a brilliant Smile,

"Dear Mr. Archmage, we hope to get help from Dalaran."

Antonidas touched his beard, his tone relaxed.

"The Kirin Tor Council will dispatch battle mages, but I am actually very curious. What do you know about Dalaran?"

Dick touched his chin, and spit out a reminiscence, "Just when I was discharged from the army three years ago, I met an old man in Andorhal, who was sent off by me. After giving him a large glass of ale, this old gentleman named Dior told me a story about "The Cold of Ebony"."

When Antonidas heard these two names, his hand stroking his beard stiffened in place. He took a deep breath and looked at Dick carefully.

"After the war, you have to come to Dalaran!"

Facing this request, Dick shrugged and signaled that he knew. Then he turned his gaze on Prince Alterac, who had been silent, and he asked softly,

"Prince Oridon, do you want to know where I got this news? I heard that some people are looking for you recently, they are from...Oh, yes, Ravenholdt Manor...I miss me..."

"The syndicate is willing to help you...but we need a place to hide!"

Oridon’s status is the most desolate, but he is also the best to speak. Facing this request, Dick waved his hand.

"Stratholme welcomes you here!"

When Dick turned his gaze to Lothama Theron, the great figure who would later become the regent of the rebuilt Quel'Thalas empire squinted at him.

Just as Dick opened his mouth, he stretched out his hand and interrupted Dick.

"Before I came, Prince Kael'thas had already sent the Ranger troops to support the Knights of the Silver Hand. In return, we hope that the Silver Hand can help us train a group of elven paladins."

Dick glanced at Uther, then nodded.

"Yes! It's fair!"