Chapter 278

The war of attack and defense in Eastern plague is over.

In the final appearance of Quel'Thalas elite legion, it was like the last straw to defeat the camel, especially after kelsas personally appeared, with the mage group and kel'sugard in the East dalongmir sky for three attacks, naxamas could only return to the West dalongmir and tirisfa border sky.

Kel'Thuzad also lost his "God of war", the rampant hatred was shot into a real sieve by the Windrunner sisters, and its twisted spine was used as a proof of glory, hanging in the middle of the intersection of Colin for people to admire.

In this war, the elite of the undead who invaded East dalongmir were almost destroyed, including Leshan language, the great Lich commander of the psychic Academy. His body was torn to pieces by sasaryan and the black front knights, and his soul was also imprisoned in the secret magic of the death knights. The death knights planned to torture this soul and get information about naxamas from it.

All the undead retreated, and the paladins made great strides. In almost three days, they recovered the whole Crusader fortress and fireplace valley. Even andohar, the city of the undead, was completely turned into a half buried ruins during a centralized casting of the Earth Spirit Legion. Araki, the "coward" summoner, blocked all the undead at the gate of the city, but he was seriously injured, Escaped into tirisfa.

At this point, the war situation is back to the situation before the war, and this time, the paladins have an absolute advantage. If the Knights are not tired because of repeated fierce battles, I'm afraid these warlike knights can be pushed all the way to tirisfa.

It was at this time that stansom, who had become safe again, welcomed a special guest.

In the wet morning fog, a guy in a gray cloak came out from the forest path, holding a star wanton war horse in his hand. On the saddle, there was a golden girl looking left and right, looking like a high spirit. What is worth mentioning is the silver fire of justice, which has spread all over Northern Xinjiang and even the whole world, It's on the back of this girl with one horsetail.

As soon as I received the news, Gianna and lyadeline, who were waiting at the back door of stansom, which was already under martial law, saw the girl and couldn't help but utter a cry of complete dishonour. However, the blonde girl's reaction was more intense. She jumped directly from the star and rushed to Gianna and lyadeline like a cannon bullet.

Soon, the three most eye-catching girls chatted together, Dick under the hood some sobs, stubble's mouth also began to smile.

Darien hugs Dick and claps each other on the back, while Bridget, who is behind him, doesn't know how to face his old friend.

"Dick... I..."

As soon as Bridget spoke, he was interrupted by Dick's hand. The paladin looked down at the bright red mark on Bridget's wrist. Miss abidis seemed a little dejected and tried to avoid Dick's eyes, but finally folded her wrist in front of her. A few seconds later, Dick asked,

"I heard about general abidis... That's a tragedy, but, Bridget, my friend, have you really made up your mind?"

Miss abidis was silent for a few seconds and finally nodded silently.

"Hoo..."

Dick took a deep breath. "You're finally on this road, Bridget. I hope you don't forget to have your friends here even in the most difficult times."

With that, the paladin patted miss abidis on the shoulder and took her back. As he passed by Bridget, he suddenly asked,

"By the way, I heard that admiral Barry weswin, who disappeared in the fall of Lordaeron three years ago, has returned. He's in tyre's hands now, isn't he?"

This question was asked too suddenly. Bridget even had time to think, so she nodded subconsciously. But one second later, she immediately realized that the situation was wrong. She stepped back, held down the hilt of her sword, and looked at Dick warily. But the next moment, Darien's fist hit Bridget's back head very tenderly, and the general's eyes turned, Soft fell into Darien's arms.

"Well done, Darion!"

Dick shrugged his shoulders and narrowed his eyes, just like a grinning fox. "Tie her up. Bridget is in a terrible situation. General Barry has a problem. Let her stay in stansom until it's settled. By the way, you can try to influence her during this period, Darion."

The young soldier was stunned. He held Bridget on his shoulder and looked at Dick,

"How to influence Bridget? You know, she's made a decision, and ten cows won't come back! "

"With love! Child, if you don't want Bridget to die in a corner somehow, try to influence her with love. "

One of Dick's funny words made Darian blush. He tilted his head, but soon asked seriously,

"What about the Crusaders? We've got Bridget under house arrest. They're going to go crazy! "

Hearing this, the paladin's eyes suddenly fell cold,

"It's an organization that shouldn't exist from the beginning. If it wants to continue to exist, it's better to follow my idea! My patience with Northern Xinjiang has long been used up. "

With that, Dick turns and walks into stansom's back door. Three chirping girls follow him. Dick lifts his hood. Wherever he goes, whether it's recruits or veterans, he pays homage to him with full respect. Some civilians who have experienced the most brutal battles even half kneel on the ground.

In this city, Dick is qualified, and his bust is still in front of stansom town hall.

His first title is the Savior of stansom, which is the first and most unforgettable step in Dick's legendary life.

Five minutes later, outside a secret room on the third floor of city hall, Dick took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open.

Warm sunlight from the window into the room some narrow, the fire in the fireplace in the weak beat, the room temperature is very pleasant.

A book stand was open on the table, and there were several bottles of old wine that had been opened. In front of the fireplace, a white haired old man sat with his back to Dick by the fire, and could be recognized by any Paladin from his untidy clothes and some untidy faces.

Ashbringer, Alessandro Mograine, the punisher of Northern Xinjiang! Holy light agent!

His life is magnificent, any thing can be taken out as a legend, but now, he is a poor old man, and a bad drunkard.

Dick closed the door and strode forward. Instead of talking to Mograine, he sat down beside him, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and began to close his eyes.

After 10 minutes of silence, a husky voice appeared.

"Are you coming to see me? "Dick"

The old knight took a bottle of wine from behind him and poured it into his mouth without looking. He drank very hard and let the fragrant wine slip into his clothes from the corner of his mouth,

"I gave you a son I didn't value, and you made him a hero. I took my valued son with me to train him to be the next Ashbringer, but he almost killed me. Ha ha, it's really bad to go to TM's family. "

Dick didn't open his eyes. He put his hands behind his head and said slowly,

"As a father, you are a failure, Alessandro, but you have another son, and that son is still at large. If I were you, I would not waste my time here."

The old knight gave a laugh, full of sadness,

"I have no power, dick! It doesn't respond to me anymore! "

With these words, the old knight put his hand on the dim sword of the ashenvoys around him, and the weak holy light in his body flowed. However, unlike the overbearing and burning holy light before, the ashenvoys now are silent, just like an abandoned soldier.

"I don't even have the power to punish that villain. You don't understand, Dick. I've lost everything. If it wasn't for Darien, I might have... My God, I can't even imagine that I would have thought of suicide one day."

Dick opened his eyes. He looked at the depressed old knight,

"Alessandro, you are nearly 30 years older than me, but look at you now. Tirion lost the holy light four years ago, but he is still stubborn like a 20-year-old. He can't even do a death knight, so what? He's still the one the undead wants to kill most, more important than you, more important than the Ashbringer! "

"I'm not preaching to you, and I don't have that qualification! But remember, you made the ember, not it made you

Dick turned, moved his body, and put his left hand on the knight's shoulder,

"Weapons will only be glorified by the person who wields them. You know that better than I do."

The paladin adjusted his collar and strode out of the room,

"Tomorrow morning, we're going to set out to save Uther, your old friend. That poor man has been trapped in naxamasri for nearly two years. No one knows what miserable things have happened to him. If you want to come, alexandro, I welcome him."

"And the bloody crusaders. If you don't plan to manage that bad organization, I will do it my way. Many people will die, but Northern Xinjiang will finally settle down."

Dick pushed the door open and went out. The room became quiet again. The old knight's hand rotated twice on the handle of the Ashbringer's sword. The faint light did not know how many times it was injected into the sword, but it was still cold. When the old knight's fighting will collapsed, he knew that he had lost the recognition of the sword.

Every artifact has its own will. No weapon will accept a master who denies its existence.

The old knight laughed twice. His hand left the hilt of the sword and picked up the wine bottle again. Soon, after a bottle of wine, he spread out his hands contentedly. In the warm temperature and the rolling sound of the empty wine bottle, he fell asleep.

Maybe there, he is still the mighty old knight, maybe there, Renault is still his dearest son.

The world makes people, sometimes it is cold and hard to accept.