Chapter 181

Windsor was serious in front of him, and behind him, the soldiers, who had reached nearly 50 people, were staring angrily at the guy in front of him.

General Marcus Jonathon, Stormwind's top defense officer, rode on his horse. Behind him, hundreds of guards formed a battle line, blocking the way from hero Valley to Stormwind's trade zone.

"Reginald, my brother, I'm sorry, you know, I can't let you through!"

"Go away! You running dogs! Can't you see what Stormwind is like now? "

Duhan yelled. In the past, he could not see such a big man. But in recent months, he was so weak that he could do nothing in the face of the bandits' invasion of his home that he had let the loyal Sheriff run away completely. He saw that marshal Windsor was going to turn the bad things around, but now these big men jumped out, To stop them, it not only made Duhan angry, but also made the soldiers angry.

The sound of weapons coming out of their scabbard is endless, and the murderous spirit of the veterans can not be dealt with by these "ritual troops" who are only responsible for guarding the capital. The soldiers behind general Jonathan are in a little commotion, and the middle-aged general Jonathan's eyes under his helmet also flash a bit of gloom. But the next moment, he raises his hammer and shouts out,

"Don't push me, old man. It's my mission to guard here! If you have to go over, step on my body

"Enough! Marcus

Marshal Windsor stepped forward. He raised his hand. The soldiers behind him immediately calmed down. The old Marshal strode up to Jonathan and stood there with open arms,

"You must do what you think is right! Marcus, my old man. We served together under the command of general turayan, and his words and deeds made us both what we are now. "

The old Marshal's voice echoed through the gateway to the trade zone. He was staring at general Jonathan,

"Tell me! Marcus, tell me, is general turayan wrong about me? "

"Do you really believe that my purpose is to destroy the kingdom we built with countless heroes?"

"Marcus, tell me, have my actions disgraced the heroes who fought with us?"

The old Marshal's hoarse cry made the soldiers behind him share a common hatred. They strode forward and defended Windsor. Opposite them, there was a commotion among the guards behind general Jonathan. A sergeant sighed and threw his sword on the ground.

"Pop."

"My name is Parker. I served in the seventh Legion. My officer told me that everything we did and all my sacrifices were for this country. Marshal Windsor, please tell me, are you here to save it today?"

Hearing the sergeant's question, Windsor clenched his fist,

"Yes, sergeant, soldiers, I came out of the dead on the burning plain for this moment!"

With that, Windsor looked back at general Jonathan, who had put down his hammer,

"Marcus, it's not a good idea to imprison me here. Get out of the way and let me see boval. I'll prove everything to you!"

"Pa! Pop! Bang

Jonathan's face was darkened by the sound of a series of weapons landing. He watched the soldiers stride out of the line and stand behind Windsor. Finally, Jonathan, standing alone, turned over and dismounted, carrying the hammer behind him,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know what to do, old man. "

"It's not you who shame the heroes we fight with, it's me! It's me and those corrupt politicians who make my life full of empty promises and endless lies! That's enough, and I've had enough of it

Jonathan went up to Windsor, took off his helmet and lowered his head,

"I've disgraced the ancestors of the jonathons, I've disgraced those who died. Forgive me, Reginald!"

Windsor reached out and patted general Jonathan on the shoulder with emotion,

"You have to keep an eye on them, my brother. You are loyal to this country. There is no doubt that like those heroes, you will shed your last blood for this country and make great sacrifices for the people. I have no doubt about that! "

General Jonathan's eyes were full of tears. He wiped them away. Windsor passed him with a smile,

"Come on, Marcus, it's time to end that monster's domination of our city!"

At the end of the street, more soldiers came, but before they closed, Jonathan's voice began to ring,

"Back up! Soldier, don't you see the hero walking with us? "

"I order that marshal Reginald Windsor not be hurt or obstructed in any way. Let him pass here safely!"

Henry and Parker went to the side and drove away the soldiers who were at a loss,

"Get out of the way! Go to the side and let the heroes pass

At the junction of the trade zone and the old town, Marcus solemnly saluted Windsor,

"Go, reginard, my brother, I will help you stop the soldiers in other areas. Go bravely. May the holy light guide your way!"

Wendesall's face darkened for a moment when he heard the blessing, but he nodded to Marcus and strode across the stone bridge. At the end of the old town, there was storm fortress, the end of his adventure, the last battlefield of his life.

More than a dozen cold faced royal guards hiding in the soldiers wanted to take advantage of this moment to raid Windsor, but they just drew out their weapons, and from the shadow behind, the Assassins' daggers and sticks fell on their heads. More than a dozen soldiers disguised as dragon men could not turn the waves at all in the face of several times of high-level assassins, so they were dragged into the corner.

Shawn, who covered his face with black gauze, looked at the corpse full of black dragon scales with disgust, turned and said to a goblin in leather armor and holding a dagger standing beside him,

"Marshal Windsor is right. Look at these monsters! When we don't know, they have covered the whole city. It's a shame for mi7! Razor, give me a reward! This year's assessment task is in the Blackstone tower. Each high-level member must bring back at least ten dragon heads! "

"Yes, chief!"

The goblin's figure disappeared in the dark. Sean took a look at the storm fortress, shook his head, lowered his body, and the whole person also escaped into the shadow.

When Windsor takes his soldiers through the old city, there are many veterans living here. They run out of the "pig and whistle" pub or their own house one after another and stand on both sides. There are also guards with weapons who are at a loss. They are all knocked down by them. They just make a way for Windsor.

"I'm proud of you, marshal!"

"You are an inspiration to all of us, just like when we were on the battlefield of burning plains!"

"You will become a legend, marshal, bravely forward!"

"The politicians tremble at your feet, marshal!"

"You are worthy of the courage of Se Yin!"

"The light is with you!"

In the noisy voice, Windsor came to the front of the storm fortress, where a whole team of indifferent royal guards stood there with shields, blocking the road.

"Windsor, you have been declared treason by the Duke of Bolvar and Lady Katrina. Now, lay down your arms and surrender. We will..."

"Rub! Rub! Rub

Before the words of the shield guards were finished, the assassins in black wallets knocked them down with daggers. Sean strode up to Windsor and paid homage.

"The road ahead is clear! Marshal

When the soldiers around saw that the royal guards who had been killed had turned into the corpses of the dragon people, they all exclaimed. Maybe before, they still had doubts about Windsor's words, but they were only willing to believe the famous hero. Now, the cold fact is in front of them, and everyone's anger is aroused.

"Kill these monsters!"

"It's these monsters that disturb storm city!"

"My God! The king is still in the fortress, we will save him

"Has the Duke of boval also..."

"Be quiet! Soldiers

Windsor yelled. Now the soldiers are very excited. If they don't get it right, they will make a terrible move to the palace. Windsor doesn't care about it, but he has to think about it for the soldiers who are loyal to the kingdom. So he immediately turned around and inspired them,

"Be brave, brothers! Look, these reptiles are rolling in pain. It's a sign of their despair

The old Marshal took the sword from Duhan and stepped forward. He stabbed the struggling dragon man to death with one sword. Then he held up his sword and said out loud,

"Soldiers, stay here. Don't let these scum hurt the people in the city. I will end all this!"

With that, Windsor laughed at Sean. The commander of mi7 immediately understood and waved his hand. After the marshal entered the storm fortress, a dozen assassins and some sensible veterans spontaneously blocked the way to the fortress.

In the world of imperial supremacy, it's a capital crime to attack the palace! No one can bear the death penalty.

Windsor walked alone in the corridor of the empty palace hall. His left hand took out the cloth bag from behind and held it tightly in his hand. It was the source of his strength and courage.

In the end, Windsor stood at the end of the aisle. In front of him, the cold faced Duke of boval was standing behind Windsor, leaning on a two handed sword engraved with a lion's emblem. Count Katrina presto, with black hair and eyes, wearing a purple dress and a delicate walking stick, stood behind Windsor.

At the moment when Windsor entered the hall, more than a dozen royal guards surrounded him, and the bright sword was about to pierce his body in a second. At this time, a low voice sounded in the deepest part of the palace.

"Put down the sword!"

The guards were stunned for a moment. They just wanted to ignore the order and kill wendesall. But when they heard the low voice, Bolvar struggled in his eyes and regained his sanity. He suddenly stood up and roared,

"Go away! Take your swords from Marshal Windsor

Bolvar is one of the few heroes in storm city. The roar makes the soldiers in the disguise of dragon man feel stunned. At this time, Katrina, who is gloomy, is about to speak, but a hoarse voice rings behind them,

"Back off, soldiers!"

The countess was stunned for a moment, and then waved her hand with a bad look. The Dragon guard stepped back quickly. At the back of the hall, the door, which had been closed for nearly half a month, was pushed open. He had black hair, full of wine, and his luxurious black robe was stained with wine. The man held up his head with a sword, his stubble and dim eyes, And the scepter in the other hand proved the identity of the drunk man.

The ruler of storm City, son of former king Ryan, king of storm Kingdom: Varian Urien

"Here you are, my Marshal!"

"Your Majesty..."

"Go ahead, marshal. I've been waiting for a long time."

Varian grins hard. Wendesall looks through Varian's body and sees the two fallen bodies on the bedroom carpet, the bleeding wound on Varian's waist and Katrina's shocked face.

It seems that the king, who is drunk all day, is not as incompetent as she imagined.