Chapter 37

The fierce battle lasted until the next morning. When the first ray of sunlight came into stansom, it lit up the battlefield full of blood and limb. Without the shelter of the dark power, those bodies that had begun to decay were melting rapidly in the sun. Soon, on the battlefield full of wolves, there were only piles of white bones.

The knights who have been fighting all night, though physically tired, are still in high spirits. They wear the armor with the mark of chance, hold the battle flag of their own teams, and bravely patrol the streets and alleys of the completely recovered stansom, cleaning up the fish that have escaped the net.

Every undead was dragged out of the shadow of darkness and received a burst of cheers. After the victory, the spirit of the whole stansom regiment reached a new height.

When a powerful enemy is defeated, a soldier can be reborn. With the support of strong self-confidence, the Knights of the regiment seem to be reborn.

Dick, the protagonist of this battle, is bared and allows the priest nearby to handle his wounds carefully. Although the paladin template's damage to non order creatures is increased by 100%, it is absolutely impossible to guarantee that he will not be injured, especially in last night's scuffle, after killing ravendale, Dick felt the pain coming from all over his body.

The holy light is not omnipotent, especially when it is still very weak, it can ensure that Dick is not infected by the plague, which is the limit it can do.

This is also the reason why Dick didn't take part in the follow-up battle. Although Miss Whiteman still has a cold face, when she saw that her shepherd was tied up, she pulled him away and took over the dressing and treatment of Dick.

Eric Gore sat opposite Dick. The old knight's chest was scratched by ravendale. This is a wound that needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, so the deputy commander was absent from the subsequent battle.

On the table in front of them lay a long black and blue sword and a gray fluffy cloak, which were the spoils of ravendale's war.

Rare monsters will drop extra spoils, which Dick knew when he killed Ramsden. But when he saw the sword in front of him, Dick couldn't help praising his character.

"Ravendale's sword"

"Purple"

"Strength + 20, agility + 20, powerful armor breaking, powerful Firmness"

"Effect: Command aura, increases the combat energy recovery speed of friendly forces within 20 yards."

"Explanation: there is only 0.1% drop rate, asshole. You can figure it out the first time. How good your character should be!"

"Take it, erigor. It's a good sword, and you deserve it!"

Dick stretched out his hand difficultly and handed the heavy two handed sword to erigor. The latter was stunned for a moment. Then he stretched out his hand and took it over. He knocked it on the blade with his fingers. Hearing the clear and buzzing vibration, he grinned and wrapped it carefully with his bloody robe.

This is also a mistake. Epee usually has no scabbard. The warriors of Azeroth will wrap it with special material to avoid hurting others.

Dick got another trophy.

"The cloak of the black jazz"

"Blue"

"Strength + 10, agility + 10, slightly increase movement speed."

"Note: This is a classic Lordaeron style noble cloak. It is one of ravendale's collections and his favorite cloak. It will not affect the battle, but can also be used as a quilt when necessary."

Ms. Whiteman bent over, wrapped the last bandage around Dick's chest three times, and at the end, gave him a good strangulation.

Dick immediately bared his teeth, but he nodded to miss white very gentlemanly to express his thanks. He didn't wear armor. He chopped his black cloak on his body and walked out of the room with the fire of justice on his back.

"Well..."

Dick put his left hand in front of his eyes to block the sun. After ravendale was destroyed and the evil shadow sky array was destroyed, the sun completely penetrated stansom for the first time. Dick never felt that the city was so beautiful.

"Chief! Commander abidis of Tyr's hand is waiting for you! She brought another 1000 recruits! "

Herod, who has been fighting hard all night, trots over with his axe dyed red, and stands respectfully behind Dick. Hearing Herod's voice, Dick turns around. Through fighting and training, his upper body is like a knife and axe, which is matched with a black cloak. Unexpectedly, it gives Dick a strong temperament.

At the sight of this match, herodoton, a paladin who worships wild fighting, was very bright. Dick patted herodoton on the shoulder with his left hand and encouraged him,

"Well done! Herod, you are now a warrior of the stansom regiment

Hearing these words, herodton straightened up his chest. After Dick left, he swaggered back to the station of the warrior team in the eyes of envy.

When Dick walked into the headquarters of the original defense line, miss abidis, who was dressed in military uniform, immediately stood up to pay homage to Dick. However, after seeing Dick's strange dress, miss abidis, who was only 20 years old this year, blushed a little, but she was also the daughter of general abidis. She soon straightened out her mind.

"Welcome, Miss Bridget. Oh, you're a little late, or you'll catch up with last night's showdown! We've killed ravendale, stanholm, and recovered! "

Dick put the fire of justice at his feet and leaned back on the chair. Bulidite, with a good figure and outstanding face, first took a look at the extraordinary fire of justice that is now spreading inside the silver hand, and then put her eyes on dick.

But from the dense wounds on Dick's chest, Bridget can see the fierce fighting last night. Born in a military family, she was taught by her father since childhood, and she was never afraid of war. Therefore, Bridget was generous in praising this brilliant victory.

"Knight Dick, congratulations to you and your regiment. You have accomplished a great task that we are ashamed of!"

Dick smiles. He waves and asks,

"Well, Miss Bridget, I will train these 1000 recruits to be qualified soldiers as fast as I can, but I think if you just transport the recruits, you will not come here in person. Is there anything important?"

Bridget abidis, who took over the position of general after the death of general abidis and led the blood Crusade, was young at this time, but with her serious and strict work style, she became the head of the training base of Tyr's hand. To be exact, in the order of silver hand, her position was higher than that of Dick.

In the face of Dick's problem, the smile on miss abidis's face finally disappeared. She took an invitation from her purse and handed it to Dick,

"Tirisfa has been completely destroyed, that bastard of Alsace... He, he has destroyed Lordaeron. The king spirit legion with a number of more than one million is marching towards the West daronmire area. The Knights Uther and dashohan have adopted the defensive strategy, but a fierce battle is inevitable, so the silver hand needs the help of other forces now. Tomorrow, The Knights of Uther will hold a meeting at the wish of Light Chapel, and Dalaran, gilnis and atlantec, and even the elves of Quel'Thalas will attend the meeting. "

"Well, I'll go."

Dick nodded and put the invitation aside, when miss abidis suddenly said,

"As a matter of fact, Knight Uther, I hope you can preside over tomorrow's meeting."

"What? I? You're kidding

Dick sat up straight and his pipe fell on the table. In the face of Dick's surprise, miss abidis finally showed the happy smile that a young man should have. The soldier had a good smile and her eyes narrowed,

"Now who doesn't know that the complete strategy of Uther knight is based on the proposal of" fire of justice "Dick. Uther Knight said more than once in the pre war meeting these days that without your proposal, the silver hand would be destroyed. Now you are a famous" smart general "

"Ah... Headache!"

Dick made an exaggerated movement, reached out and rubbed his forehead, which made abidis laugh back and forth, and the previous serious atmosphere completely disappeared.

But after thinking it over, Dick nodded. He looked at abidis,

"Well, I will be the host, but I don't guarantee the effect!"

"Well, Knight Uther also said that this time the situation is urgent, so you can say what you want to say. After all, in the last meeting, almost all your predictions came true."

Bridget was a little embarrassed when she said that. She thought that Dick's prophecy was just alarmist at that time. But now, after being beaten in the face by reality, the young lady is also a little embarrassed.

"By the way, Miss Bridget, I've heard that general abidis has always disagreed with the idea of the great Knight Uther. You know, I'm just a new guy, so..."

Dick spread out his hands and made a helpless gesture. "Please tell me about the differences in the silver hand. What are the reasons for them?"

In the face of this request, abidis's face also had a trace of helplessness. Maybe the relaxed atmosphere brought by Dick infected her, and the young lady's military style also revealed. She tilted her legs, leaned back on the chair, and rubbed her delicate forehead like Dick,

"In fact, the difference between my father and the great knight was mainly caused by the battlefield of that year. The final battlefield of the second Orc war was Blackstone mountain in the south. At that time, commander Anduin LOSA's sword was smashed by Orc chief ogrima, and the marshal died. In a precarious time, the great Knight tulayang, who was still in the hand of silver, turned the tide and stuck to the victory of that battle."

"My father saw all that, so from that time on, he thought that human power had limits. Even a great man like Lothar would die on the battlefield. In order to make himself stronger and his army stronger, he began to study the aggressiveness of the holy light, which coincided with the purpose of Lord alexandro, Attorney Ethan leen is also one of the top officials who advocate "making the light more offensive", so they gradually become a small group

"But the knight Uther insisted on the purity of the holy light and did not advocate that the nature of the holy light should be changed by manpower. This is the biggest difference within the silver hand. As you said, it is the difference of ideas. It is only because of the high prestige of the great Knight Uther that this kind of difference has remained in the debate stage

"And miss abidis, do you think that this division will lead to the division of the silver hand?"