Chapter 175

Under the guidance of Namara, the enchantment lady, wendesall crossed the downward spiral stairs. At the moment of entering the ground, the noise of the black iron bar was isolated from the floor. The old Marshal carefully grasped the dagger in his wrist. When he turned back, the mysterious enchantment had disappeared in the passage.

"Well, the secret meeting."

The old Marshal sneered, touched his aching abdomen and strode into the darkness.

Two minutes later, a mahogany gate appeared in front of him. Windsor looked around. There was no hidden door or ambush. He was a little confused. However, the style of the soldiers made him think for a few seconds and then push the door open.

It was a very simple room decorated with strange works of art placed on the surrounding mahogany shelves. The fire of the fireplace was jumping. The room was not big, so Windsor had a panoramic view of it when he opened the door.

A high elf with beautiful orange hair in a long blue dress was standing on the sofa, leaning on a one handed sword with a green hilt in one hand. A human with black hair was sitting on the sofa with his back to him. On the opposite side was the haze guy in a black robe. Windsor had seen him.

The impression is very vague, but it must be the eldest son of Duke eberlock, who is said to have been missing for nearly ten years. His left hand is leaning on a one person high green sickle, with a black handle and sharp curved blade. A skeleton with open mouth and sharp teeth is formed on the back of the sickle. On both sides of the skeleton, small skeleton carvings are decorated.

Even a human veteran like wendesall, who knows nothing about magic, can see the thick green energy lingering around the sickle, dirty and deep. The old Marshal turned his head and felt that if he looked more, his soul would be sucked in.

This is a magic weapon, no doubt!

And it seems that the eldest son of Duke eberlock, after his disappearance, had some very bad experiences.

"Few people can clearly see the end of their life decades ago."

The young man with his back to him spoke in a clear voice, which sounded like a special sense of strength. With this voice, he stood up. When he turned around, Windsor saw a face that looked very ordinary, square, and didn't have anything to pay attention to.

Only those brown eyes, from which wendesall saw the burning flame, the fatigue after the hard struggle, and the indomitable fighting spirit.

There's no citation. The guy in the dress, like him, is a veteran.

Dick is also observing the famous marshal. He is old, which can be seen from his pale hair and slightly bent waist. However, the old man is still alert as a soldier should be. His left leg is behind his right leg, and his arms are naturally on both sides of his body.

This slightly odd move can make him attack in an instant, which Dick learned from the veterans when he entered the silver hand.

"I'm curious, Mr. Windsor, why do you come to this place on your own initiative when you know that you are likely to die in the hands of the black dragon? Is this a counterattack to fate? "

"No, young man!"

The old Marshal's eyes drooped. Because of the alert, his voice was very light. "If I am destined to die in the hands of the black dragon, I hope it's in the battlefield, when I can still lift my sword, when I still have the strength to tear a piece of meat from it."

"Pa Pa Pa!"

Dick clapped his hands. "Sure enough, if you are used to being a wolf, it's hard to be a sheep. It seems that it's a wise decision for me and my friends to save you back."

"I'm curious, young man, who are you? Why did you save me? Now storm city wants me to die, so that I can use this news to please that lady Presto and that stupid boval. "

Wendesall said at the end, his tone was a little rusty, but seeing Dick's faint friendliness, he threw his dagger into the empty corner on his left.

When the sheathed dagger was about to hit the corner of the wall, a hand in leather armor came out of the air and held it firmly in his hand, and demitel came out of the disguise.

At the sight of this hand, Dick once again marveled,

"I've heard that some talented high-level fighters can detect their opponents hidden in the dark just by their perception. You are the first one I've ever seen! Marshal

Windsor threw his body into the soft sofa, reached out and picked up the glass beside the table,

"I've been on the battlefield for more than 30 years, and believe me, kid, it's nothing."

The old soldier sipped his wine and put his eyes on dick. "This dress is not suitable for you. We are the same kind of people. Armor is our best dress!"

Dick froze for a moment, then fell silent. He sat back on the sofa and cleared his throat,

"Well, marshal, let me be honest. I'm Dick, the leader of silver dawn of selamo. I'm here for the same purpose as you! Tell me about those black dragons. I mean Nefarian. I don't believe that because of a young dragon, he will catch you here himself. So, I'm very curious about how you angered the guy full of intrigue. "

Wendesall's eyes turned to kanrisad, who was in communication with his new weapon. The paladin waved,

"Don't worry, this guy doesn't look credible, but now he's on our side."

"All right!"

Wendesall pondered and said, "that young dragon was just an accident. The soldiers of Morgan corps and I saw it swaggering from Blackstone tower to Chiji mountain at dusk. We attacked it. The fool was obviously too confident in his own strength, but when the soldiers roasted the dragon's meat happily, I found a letter in its paw

"The letter?"

Paladin's long memory has been awakened. If he remembers correctly, it seems that the initial starting point of the epic mission related to Windsor in the game is also a letter?

"Yes, an encrypted letter!"

Windsor's serious face darkened under the fire of the fireplace. He took a gulp of wine and wiped his mouth,

"The Dragon language writing, and the cover up of shadow magic, I can't read that letter, but I hid it. Then that night, a huge black dragon with a length of at least 70 meters attacked Morgan sentry with the dragon people. That night, I went back to Chiji mountain and sent the head of the black dragon back to the kingdom. On the third day, when I came back, Find out that Morgan sentry has been occupied by the black iron dwarves. You all know what happened later. "

"Where is that letter?"

Asked lyadeline.

"Taken away by the black iron dwarfs!"

Wendesall touched his right hand regretfully. "Solomon, the mayor of lakeside town of Chiji mountain, was from Bolvar's side. Out of doubt, I didn't give the letter to him. But when I woke up from the dwarf's prison, my armor and sword disappeared, and the letter disappeared."

"There's still a chance."

Canrysad opened his eyes. His green eyes were more or less frightening. He gently stroked the handle of the sickle and said, "the black iron dwarves belong to the Yanmo. The relationship between the black dragon and them is very poor. If the dwarves get the letter, the black dragon can't get it."

"So, the problem turns back to the dwarves!"

Dick rubbed his forehead with a headache. "Can you find out where the letter is?"

The warlock shook his head. "You think too much of us, Dick. It's not so easy to get into the palace of the black iron emperor. In fact, if your relationship with lavenhold is not so bad, they can easily get the letter for you. As long as you can afford the Commission, in their eyes, there are almost no secrets in the world. "

The paladin rolled his eyes, but when he turned to Windsor, Dick's head hurt again, because he knew who was the mastermind and what the plot was, but he didn't think Windsor would believe him, but he decided to try, and if he could persuade the veteran here, everything would be solved.

"Marshal, I met the Duke of boval a year ago. With all due respect, he is a very wise man in my mind. With his help, his majesty Varian should not have made the situation in Stormwind worse, right? Is there something I don't know about? "

Wendesall snorted coldly at Dick's words,

"A year ago, Bolvar would not let this country rot like this, but since the appearance of count Katrina from Lordaeron, Bolvar has been fascinated by beauty. I never knew that he would be so terrible when he was stupid!"

With that, the old Marshal's resentment was all drawn out. He stood up, waved his hands excitedly and yelled,

"And Varian! How wise that child was! I thought he would manage the country like his father, King Ryan, did, and he did, too. When he married Tiffany, and when little Antoine was born, my God, at that time, I thought that the country I had been guarding all my life would soon be prosperous and prosperous! But just five years ago, because that group of stupid nobles defaulted on their wages and set off a rebellion against the stonemasons' brotherhood, poor Tiffany died in that riot. "

Wendesall's voice sank. It was obvious that the old marshal was very sad,

"Tiffany is a good child, a perfect wife and queen. After her death, Varian is like a different person, drunk all day, like a lowly drunkard, not a brave king! I know it's not his fault, but he has his responsibility, and he abandoned his responsibility like a coward. Bolvar reluctantly reorganized the aristocratic Council, but that woman! The damned woman, the woman named presto, her presence ruined everything

"Katrina Presto?"

Dick's eyes narrowed. "With all due respect, marshal, don't you think it's too opportune for her to appear? After her appearance, black dragon appeared in storm kingdom. After her appearance, storm city became chaotic. Maybe you don't know that there are many evil magic that can easily cover up the original appearance of those bad guys... "

Windsor looked back at Dick and shook his head regretfully,

"I know what you're trying to say, young man, but I'm sorry that I once invited the Archbishop of the Cathedral of light, the disciple of FAO's crown, and the distinguished archbishop, his Excellency benedetas, to verify Katrina's identity. There is no doubt that she is a real human being, and there is no trace of being infected by the dark magic."

Wendesall's words blocked Dick's next words.

What should he say?

Do you want to tell the old Marshal that the Archbishop of the Church of light, who almost helped Varian Urien rebuild Stormwind City, is the "living saint" in the southern part of the east continent, and is called "Saint" by Uther. Benedetas is the number two figure of the hammer of the twilight and the big black hand who calls himself the prophet of the twilight?

Dick believed that if he dared to say that, the believer of the holy light in front of him would definitely hit him.

But the problem is, you find a black hand to verify another black hand. Isn't that in itself pulling a calf?

The topic is back in the dead alley.

A few minutes later, the paladin anxiously grasped the green leaf shaped pendant on his chest and said to lyadeline,

"Leah, assemble the knights, and when I get back, we'll get out of here!"

"What are you going to do? Young people. "

Wendesall asked curiously. Dick took the axe wrapped up from lyadeline with a bad look,

"Go and bring back the unforgettable copper bearded princess, and then take you home!"