Chapter 174

Reginald Windsor, this is a legendary name, behind the name, represents a legendary version of life.

When he was young, Windsor was an ordinary soldier in the storm kingdom. He would have lived a peaceful life. Like his predecessors, he died on his bed without regret or glory.

But in the year when he was over 30 years old, the war broke out. The orcs crossed the dark gate and came to Azeroth. The human kingdom fought back. As a result, the storm kingdom was on the verge of destroying the country in the first attack of the orcs. Even King Ryan died in the despicable assassination.

Windsor was also confused, but he finally made up his mind to defend the land he loved, so he rose up to fight, and finally became the most outstanding soldiers under Sir Lothar, the favorite generals of general turayan, and even was drawn to participate in the plan of raiding karazan.

Following Sir Lothar's killing of Medivh, the creator of everything, Windsor also had his own adventures in the wizard tower, where he was said to be able to see the future.

He saw himself in the light of the black dragon.

Since then, Windsor has been extremely vigilant against the black dragon. The war ended in the dark gate for 14 years, but Sir Lothar also died in the last battle. In order to protect the world, general turayan took his soldiers through the dark gate and closed it from the other side.

Wendesall returned to windstorm City, returned to his hometown where he was born and grew up, and became an outstanding old marshal. Now he is 51 years old. His once strong body has become old, and his once never tired spirit has become weak.

The old Marshal thought that before he died, he would never dream of being killed by the black dragon again. But fate made a big joke on him. Just when he was about to retire, he saw the battle report coming back from Chiji mountain, the frontier of storm Kingdom, and the black dragon appeared in the burning plain!

That nightmare haunted Windsor again, but as a veteran of the hundred wars, he did not flinch, but chose to face the difficulties. Windsor asked King Varian to send elite troops to the burning plain, but the king refused. Recently, Duke boval, who has become eccentric, even clashed with Windsor.

In the struggle between the two factions, Windsor was defeated. After all, he was only a soldier. Finally, the old Marshal with a civilian Corps rushed to the burning plain. He had a premonition that here, he would usher in his final destiny!

"Meow!"

Wendesall's memory was disturbed by a weak cat's cry. His godless eyes were bright again. They were Eagle like eyes. Although their eyebrows were pale, their eyes were still serious. He walked around the dark cell for a week indifferently. Several black iron dwarfs who were locked up with him were looking for the cat who broke into the cell excitedly, intending to have a meal.

The old Marshal leaned against the damp thatch and didn't want to pay attention to all this. Although he was caught and imprisoned, he didn't want to have any connection with these scum. This is his final dignity.

Until he felt the black cat jump on his shoulder from the window, felt the shivering body of the kitten, and there was a touch of softness on the Marshal's cold cheek.

But the hungry black iron dwarf prisoners couldn't manage so much. Driven by hunger, they finally got rid of the fear of Windsor, who was not easy to provoke at first sight, and rushed towards the old Marshal with a rough stone dagger.

"Ha ha... Rubbish!"

"Bang!"

Although he was also hungry for several days, wendesall's fighting experience in his military life is comparable to that of these black iron gangsters. He stood up like a fierce tiger, charging forward and taking wrong steps. With one whip leg, he pulled the fastest black iron gangster back to the corner, picked up the bone Dagger that slipped from the air, and thrust his backhand into another guy's eyes.

Instead of looking at the short man who fell on the ground and twitched, Windsor roared and rushed to the last panicked guy, with his lower body short, arms twisted around the neck of the last short black man, and his hands pulled left and right.

Click!

The sound of bone dislocation was so thrilling in the silent cell.

The old Marshal let go of the collapsed body in his arms and wiped the blood in his hands on the clothes of the black iron gangster. He gasped for breath. After all, he was old. This series of actions made him a little tired, but the strong air of soldiers made the black cat shiver in the thatch.

The old Marshal didn't clean up the body. He staggered back to the corner and leaned there. He reached out to tease the little black cat. The residual smell of blood was still there. When the old Marshal's finger was about to touch the black cat, the kitten drew back. This action made wendesall freeze in place.

A few seconds later, he took back his hand, closed his eyes, and his whole body seemed to have been destroyed. He curled up like an ordinary old man.

"Meow!"

A few seconds later, Windsor, with his eyes closed, felt the touch of the little black cat's tongue sticking out and licking his cheek. He opened his eyes and a smile slowly rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, naughty little fellow!"

The old Marshal picked up the little black cat with both hands, put it on the edge of the window and patted it on the head,

"Come on, go back to your master. She must be a good girl who loves you. Look at this pendant. It's so beautiful, so... Wait, it's..."

The old Marshal's eyes narrowed. When he observed carefully, he found that the pendant on the kitten's neck was obviously too big. Windsor's years of military career made him immediately alert. He looked left and right. His fingers inadvertently swept the back of the Emerald Pendant, and then touched a small disc stuck on the back of the pendant.

The kitten saw the old Marshal take away the disc, meow again, lick Windsor's finger, then turned and jumped out of the window, disappeared.

Windsor was lying in the thatch as if nothing had happened. The prison guards were very strict, but they were very rigid. The patrol time of the guards was the same. Windsor discovered this the next day. Now there are still three hours left for the guards to patrol, which is enough for him to explore the secret of the disc.

It's a delicate small disc. It looks like an ornament. Its style is similar to that of the high elves. When Windsor was young, he was in exile in Lordaeron. He closed his eyes slightly and stroked the edge of the disc with his fingers. When he touched those characters, his heart suddenly jumped.

“GrazieperilCibo！”

The old Marshal read out these characters in a low voice. The next moment, several things wrapped in kraft paper jumped into his hands. The disc also lost its luster and broke into two parts. Windsor threw the disc into the mouse hole in the corner, and then picked up the paper bag and smelled it, with a satisfied smile on his mouth.

Two packets of beef, two packets of bread, and a packet of dried fruit, the best is a small wine pot the size of a palm, and a sharp dagger.

The old Marshal put the dagger close to his body, put several other packages of food beside him, tore open the package of beef, and his throat moved. He was obviously hungry, but he still ate it in small mouthfuls with the same frequency, so that his body could absorb these nutrients at the fastest speed.

He spread out the note with the food in his palm. There was only one sentence on it.

"At 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, I'll run away. There's something you need under seat 24 in the third row of the Colosseum! Black iron bar, dwarf, code: black dragon must die

The old Marshal's eyes narrowed. He licked his lips, stuffed the note into the beef in his hand, put it in his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

After eating everything in one breath, Windsor felt his strength return.

But he did not have any extra action. He lay for 2 hours in the thatched heap. He counted the time. He reached out and took the black iron mixed with the bone dagger on the ground. He cleaned it up and scratched it on the body. Then he adjusted two parts, stabbed the dagger in the face, and blew out the blood. The old Marshal's face was pale.

Five minutes later, Windsor was sent out of the cell, and the big slave owners bet heavily on the former human marshal. These guards won't let Windsor die before entering the Colosseum.

Unfortunately, at 1 o'clock that night, there was a cry from the meditation room of the twilight people stationed in the cell area. Then the crazy people who disgusted the black iron guards really went crazy. They screamed wildly, attacked everything around them, and finally set fire to the house where the guards lived.

As if possessed by some evil thing, they were killing each other madly. When the black iron defense commander General angford came with the black iron Dragon Knights, the more than a dozen Twilight followers had been killed by the furious soldiers.

What's more, more than a dozen prisoners who were treated here were burned to death in that house. The landmark old uniform of Windsor, the former marshal of storm Kingdom, was burned to more than half, which proved his identity. The old man who was about to enter the Colosseum to die, died in this place.

Although the big slave owners were very angry, there was no way to investigate this kind of thing. Who didn't know that the twilight believers were the new favorites of sorison the great, and no one wanted to annoy the twilight maniacs on this kind of thing, so it was over.

However, the wounded black iron soldiers were treated properly, and the soldiers who survived the riot were given extra holidays. For the black iron dwarves with strict rules, it is not known whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

The next morning, a black iron soldier with slight abdominal injury walked into the black iron bar with a bad look. The bar was somewhat empty. The dwarf boss stood on the chair and wiped the precious crystal glass carefully. Then the dwarf sat at the bar with a strange look in his eagle eyes. He whispered to the same curious Prager,

"I don't know who planned all this, but I like that guy's crispness!"

"Who are you?"

"Oh, black dragon, you must die!"

The black iron dwarf drank up the big glass of ale in front of him, and rudely touched his mouth. "In addition, I like this code very much!"