Chapter 168

Illidan lay on the simple wooden bed, his eyes were wide open, his breath became weak, and he coughed several times every few minutes. He was shocked by the energy of the explosion center, and when he was rescued by Dick, the demon hunter had almost half his life. If Dick is a treacherous villain and mends a knife at this time, Illidan will be ready to cry.

But fortunately, the relationship between the two people is good, and Dick is also a very principled person, so that kind of bloody thing did not happen.

However, the atmosphere in the room was still subtle, because on another bed not far away from Illidan, the watchman who was covered with bandages was more miserable than him, and now he was still in a coma. At that time, Maiev was less than 1 meter away from Illidan, almost eating the heavyweight explosion from beginning to end.

And it's not just Maiev. Those guys who were killed by Dasheng on Dalaran platform at that time, except for Tyrande who was protected by the moonlight, others were basically seriously injured! Heavy casualties!

In fact, if the Alsace group had not suffered the same heavy losses and fled hastily, the just forces in Northern Xinjiang would have been completely destroyed in that confrontation.

The situation is relatively good. Old Mograine was taken back by the paladins to the Holy Light Hope Chapel. After the war, Tyrande quietly returned to mount hyjal with Malfurion. The power of Quel'Thalas was well preserved. After discussing the handover of stansom, kelsas and Dick soon returned to the day-to-day island.

Uther and his entourage, sasaryan, were also at a loss.

This lively, so quietly.

When the first ray of sunlight shines into Dalaran plain, it has become another scene of hell. Only one third of Dalaran platform stands alone in the dark scorched earth, where there is no other life except the fallen corpses.

Death, darkness, light, shadow, fire, frost, all kinds of energy intertwined and spread on the land, the ground was lifted, the land became dry, everything lost its original color, when Dick sat on the edge of Dalaran platform, watching the sun sprinkle on the barren scorched earth, he once again witnessed the destructive power of the hero.

Except for the undead, no one will rush into here again, right?

"Zhi"

The door on the second floor of Nanhai Town Hotel is pushed open. Dick comes in with two breakfasts. Illidan wants to get up, but Dick stops him.

Obviously, he didn't sleep all night. His eyes turned red and his face turned pale. The paladin sat by his bed and asked seriously,

"Are you going to go on as you think?"

"Cough... I've come to this point. It's stupid to give up."

The demon hunter blinked, and a smile appeared on his bloody face. "Thank you, Dick. I owe you my life."

Dick waved his hand and handed the fragrant breakfast to Illidan, who struggled to prop up his body and swallowed it.

The resilience of the demon hunter is frightening. In just one night, Dick saw that the shocking wounds on his body had healed, and the paladin planned the next move of the demon hunter.

The memories in his memory are not very clear. He only remembers that after bombarding the ice throne, Illidan will continue to go to Northrend under Kil'jaeden's order to kill the dying Lich King, but Dick can't ask. He waits for the demon hunter to finish two breakfasts and kneads his stomach. The paladin asks again.

"What are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to Northrend!"

Illidan pinched his deformed left arm. His eyes were still covered with black cloth, but he didn't look like a blind man

"After Alsace?"

"No, kill the Lich King!"

The demon hunter supported himself from the bed and took the black hood that the paladin had handed over to cover his whole body. As he passed by the paladin, he lowered his voice,

"Kil'jaeden is a man who must be rewarded. You have been found in the two successive failures of the army's invasion of Azeroth. Be careful, you are being watched by him."

The paladin nodded slightly, and then thrust something into the devil hunter's hand,

"You can save lives at the critical moment. Don't forget that you still owe me a sagritte keystone. Don't die!"

Illidan superdick showed a bright smile, and then opened the window. In the morning fog, he darted out of the room. After several movements of deformation, the black disappeared in the forest outside Nanhai town.

"What a man

Dick touched his chin and said something puzzling. Then he looked at the two empty bowls on the table, shook his head and walked out of the room. He had to get another breakfast for the guardian who had been in a coma. As for how to eat the coma, that's what Dick was supposed to do.

In fact, even if Dick wants to do something to Maiev who has no resistance, he has no chance. The more than a dozen watchers who belong to the Serra monetine Knights almost hide in the dark day and night to protect their lady Maiev.

Although under Dick's strict order, these watchers didn't touch Illidan, but the devil hunter chose to leave, which made Dick feel relieved. Although he didn't want to admit it, Illidan is really a walking trouble now. Even Malfurion acquiesced in Dick's taking him away.

In Nanhai Town, although it was early in the morning, the atmosphere of the meeting was very warm. The messenger Knight of silver hand pasted a brand-new notice on the notice board, and the enthusiastic townspeople surrounded him and asked for the latest news.

"Has the dead been driven away?"

"Last night there was thunder and lightning. Did the Ashbringer kill Arthas?"

"Master knight, master knight, can we go back to East dalongmir?"

The knight of the herald was soon unable to answer the questions of the townspeople. He simply cried out,

"The leader of the hand of silver knights, the great Ashbringer, defeated the leader of the dark in Dalaran plain last night with his righteous allies, betrayed our Alsace, and the undead was once again scattered! The hand of silver will soon recover sidaronmir

"Justice will be carried out!"

"Oh

"Long live! Long live

In the paladin's loud cry, the townspeople also issued a carnival like cry. The town soon became lively in the early morning. Everyone spread the good news from mouth to mouth, and even the always serious mayor heinie Mareb joined the carnival with his entourage.

The noble born mayor also sent messengers to report the good news to talemyr and dunhold. It can be seen that the civilians were oppressed in the war of the dead which has lasted for more than a year. Now, with the great news, everyone soon fell into the mood of ecstasy.

But Dick, who was standing by the window on the second floor of the hotel, was looking at the herald knight who was shuttling through the crowd. To be exact, Dick saw the knight in silver hand armor, and the blood red badge of Lordaeron engraved on his chest.

Dick clenched his fist. "Bloody Crusader... Mograine, you're playing with fire!"

Dick, who has personally experienced the crazy act of killing both the enemy and us of the bloody Crusaders in the game, has always been very vigilant about the establishment of the bloody crusaders. These fanatical paladins may have just appeared to clear the dead, but with the death of old Mograine, their beliefs become more paranoid and distorted.

Finally, it turned into a manifesto of monotheism: those who don't agree with us are heretics who need to be purified!

They were even so crazy that they raised the butcher's knife to the silver hand who was fighting against the undead, and finally became the extremist forces in Northern Xinjiang.

Although we can't deny the fanaticism of the bloody Crusaders in fighting against the undead, Dick really didn't want this kind of double-edged sword that hurt the enemy and hurt himself. But it's still there!

The paladin shook his head. He was in a bad mood and suffered setbacks continuously, which made all his previous ideas come to nothing. Moreover, when the situation of storm kingdom in the south of the mainland began to deteriorate, he really didn't have much time to waste in the present northern Xinjiang.

The significance of Dalaran's melee is not only to defeat the undead forces that have risen again since the battle of demons. The greatest significance of last night's melee is that the northern undead, who was twisted into a rope by Alsace, lost the commander again and turned back into a loose sand situation.

In that case, they could not resist the siege of silver and more and more mercenary adventurers. Dick could foresee that the situation in Northern Xinjiang had returned to the normal of history. In the past few years before Alsace became the Lich King and regained consciousness, the undead would completely fall into the dilemma of passive defense.

In other words, there is no battle worthy of dick in Northern Xinjiang!

If stansom is temporarily transferred to the newly built Knights of sindore in Quel'Thalas as as a stronghold, the city will still bear the responsibility of having its base camp transferred to the training and growth base of silver dawn recruits in selamo.

After lyadeline started the Holy Light prayer with silver dawn, the division of East dalongmir has become a foregone conclusion. Stansom and the land of ghosts belong to silver dawn, and other areas belong to silver hand. This strange situation will continue until the next upheaval.

This is acceptable to Dick!

Herod, the valiant Knight of silver dawn, the dawn Messenger, will stay in stansom with some old knights for a long time. Other paladins will protect Madian and return to selamo. Dick, he will also embark on a new journey.

But before that, Dick has one last thing to do.

"Darion, you have to stay in stansom."

The paladin looked at the stubborn young man in front of him with some headache. In the battle again and again, this green young man has become a qualified soldier, especially the knife mark on his eyes, which makes Dalian's temperament tend to be serious and dark.

But this has given him an unexpected increase in the popularity of women. It is said that as soon as Dalian appears in the tavern of Nanhai Town, those maids will try their best to stay with him.

"I don't want to stay here!"

Dalian was aggrieved. He touched the handle of the sword behind him and thought out another reason, "and the old man doesn't want me to stay here!"

Dick shook his head. He lowered his voice,

"There's a reason to keep you here! Remember the Dreadlord disguised as the great Knight Dassault? Do you think its target is just dasohan? You're wrong, Darion. It's targeting your father! The Ashbringer

"Old Mr. Mograine has now become the leader of Northern Xinjiang forces, just like a big flag against the undead. In this case, there must be an endless stream of clear swords and hidden arrows. I don't worry about the front battlefield. With the holy blade of ashenvoys, no one is his opponent except Alsace's return! But what about conspiracy? "

Dick accentuated,

"How many heroes have fallen under the conspiracy, can you watch your father be calculated? Even because of those despicable conspiracy to lose their lives? There's a conflict of ideas, but he's a real warrior. He shouldn't die for dirty reasons. Do you understand? Darion, that's the responsibility on your shoulders

"Who can old Mograine rely on if he really wants to fall into the quagmire of conspiracy? Your brother who can't hold the mud up to the wall? "

Dalian was silent, even the sword that kept buzzing behind him was silent. Obviously, Dick's reason convinced him, and the rebellious scamdo.

"Well, I'll stay in stansom, but I'm not for that stubborn old man! I'm... I'm for the civilians in Northern Xinjiang! "

"Well, no matter what, you'd better understand that!"