Chapter 730

I sat at the table, waiting for the story to continue. Old Fordring looked at me and said with a smile, "now it's rare to see a quiet adventurer like you who cares so much about an old man's story."

I also gave him a smile, stretched out my finger and shook it,

"First of all, you are not an ordinary old man. Secondly, I like to hear stories like this. I know that Trieger is not dead, and he is still in orgrima as Sal's think tank. So tell me, let me hear what happened in the end of the story?"

Old Fordring nodded, put his pipe in his mouth again, and said slowly,

"When the fire started, I thought Trieger was dead, and I thought I would lose that friend, but a few seconds later, the cloudless weather suddenly became cloudy, and then a rainstorm hit stansom. Can you imagine that? All of a sudden, the rainstorm poured down, and everyone was shocked. Only me and those veterans knew that there was an enemy coming, which was clearly the shaman priest's elemental magic, but the nobles were scared, especially after the rainstorm put out the fire. "

"The orcs rushed into stansom's Square, led by the blue eyed orc, Sal. He personally brought the orcs to save Trieger. They didn't kill even one human, rescued the orc prisoners, and took me. Obviously, Sal also heard about me and Trieger."

Old Fordring took a deep puff on his pipe. In the smoke, he took it out of his mouth,

"It was the first time that I cooperated with orcs. I took them away from the pursuit of silver. I knew that my brothers had released water, and they knew that I was also among the orcs, so the most elite veterans didn't go out, just let the inexperienced recruits come out to practice. I have to thank them, my old brothers, even in the most difficult times, They didn't give up on me. "

"But Trieger is dying. He's been tormented by scum and burned. Sal's elemental magic can't even save him. In the harbor of Hillsbrad hills, he's dying."

"At that moment, I knelt on the ground in grief and prayed for the light to save this kind ORC. He didn't die here! If I still have the power of the light, I can save him. As a result, unexpected things happen and the light responds to me. Can you imagine? A paladin who has been abolished the power of the light has been recognized by the light

Old Fordring shook his head. His left hand was open, and a warm holy light floated in his palm. This scene stunned me,

"You see, the light also thinks that I have done nothing wrong, so merciful it has not abandoned me."

Verdin's face was full of smile, warm and peaceful. He looked at me,

"The story of Trieger is over. I finally declined Sal and Trieger's offer to invite me to Kalimdor. I came back here alone, the saldo River, where I could protect my family, even though they thought I was dead."

"My wife was seriously ill three years ago. I went back to see her quietly. She was proud of me when she died, but I'm sorry for her. Her last wish is to let me watch our son Taran grow up. Of course, I will do that. That's the most important thing in my life."

"Taran has grown up. Like me, he has become a paladin. On the day of his promotion ceremony, I hid in the crowd and watched my son put on the knight's armor and was recognized by the holy light. I was very happy, you know? That kind of happiness is beyond words. "

At this point, old Fordring's expression was gloomy again,

"But Taran made a mistake. He saw with his own eyes how the fallen Prince of Alsace killed his civilians and revived them into the evil process of the undead. He saw the fall of Lordaeron, which was a disaster. I also experienced this disaster. My brother Uther died in the battle with his disciple Alsace, and I wanted to help him at that time, But in the face of the endless sea of the dead, not even me. "

"The whole of Lordaeron has become a place full of death and disaster. Teran vowed to stop it, so he joined the bloody crusade. But you and I know that the organization is crazy. His leaders are my former comrades, general abidis and attorney Ethan lean. They have fallen into a fanatical belief that they don't know each other, It's very dangerous. I don't want my Taran to become a lunatic like them

"So I ask you to help me find the flag and the toy hammer that I gave to Taran when I was a child. It was put in the West. They made a" grave "for me. Taran buried the hammer there. At that time, I hid in the forest and watched. There was also a beautiful oil painting that I asked the painter to draw for our family, That thing should be kept in stansom's archives. They will take it as my "criminal evidence" and leave it there. Only when they get these things can they prove my identity. Then I will go to mantelpiece with you. Taran will be stationed there. I can't get close to the wish of Light Chapel. I can't let my old brothers know that I'm still alive. This will bring unnecessary trouble to Taran. "

Old Fordring looked at me for the last time. He bowed to me solemnly,

"Please help me, help an old man who is eager to save his son."

I shrugged, which meant I had to go deep into the tomb now occupied by ghouls, search for a battle flag in the place surrounded by trolls, and finally go to stansom.

Half of that damn place is now controlled by the undead, the other half by the bloody crusaders.

Old Fordring was right in saying that the Crusaders were a group of lunatics. They didn't care whether I was a life or a dead soul. They would not believe me except their own people.

Hell, I have to deal with the three most difficult forces in the East plague at one time.

I looked at old Fordring and hesitated,

"Good! I promise you. This is the reward for this wonderful story. Wait for my good news, Mr. Fielding

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I lowered my pace and walked down the street of stansom, surrounded by nothing but the meaningless roar of the corpses and skeletons.

I hate this damned place. Of course, I've said that many times.

The process of looking for war hammer in the tomb is very smooth. The ghouls didn't even find out that I've been there. Those mindless fools only use their noses to look for prey, but I'm an assassin. It's easy for me to eliminate the smell.

The process of looking for the battle flag is not so difficult. The rotten moss Troll of zulmasha has been infected by the undead plague, and most of them have become walking dead. Moreover, the battle flag mentioned by old Fordring has been thrown into the lake there. Thank God, there is no plague in the lake, so I spent 2 hours in the mud at the bottom of the lake, Found the broken flag.

Finally, the painting.

This is the most difficult task. I got the specific location of the painting through some of my friends who are specialized in information. It's a headache. The painting was disguised by old Fordring, and then it was thrown into the warehouse of the blood crusader, which means that I had to cross the siege of the dead who occupied most of the city, and then sneak into the area controlled by the blood crusader, Pray that the madman will not find out and steal the painting.

Hell, I'm sorry!

You shouldn't agree to old Fordring's request for help. It's just playing with your life!

As long as I show a trace, those bloody Crusaders will rush up and tear me to pieces. God, I look into their eyes. The cruel and indifferent expression in their numb eyes is no different from those dead people outside!

Fortunately, I had a good tutor, and I didn't let go of my hard-earned skills. Under the protection of the shadow, these paladins didn't find me. I passed them by and walked slowly into the bloody Crusader's fortress in stansom.

The crude traps they set up along the way didn't hurt me at all. Those guys think these traps can only be used to catch mice to deal with a skilled assassin?

They're just daydreaming!

Yes, I did!

Hiding in the shadow, I looked back at the trap all over the place. I couldn't help but give myself a thumbs up. Long live the night elf!

I moved my fingers and walked slowly in the fortress that should have been the great barracks of stansom city. I had to find the warehouse, find the painting, and get another pen by the way.

It's said that after stansom was burned by Prince Alsace, none of the property has been transferred. My colleagues are afraid of this place, and few people come here to take risks. The most important thing is that they don't have the precise map provided by old ferding. Maybe I will be the first lucky one to get a share.

Soon, I found the secret warehouse!

A red Crusader officer with glasses was working in it. I glanced behind him. He was writing and drawing in his notebook. It seemed that he was calculating something. It was too complicated to understand.

I turned the dagger upside down and knocked it on the back of the hapless devil's head with the handle. The guy immediately covered his head and lay on the table. After a few seconds, he snored. I've used this move countless times, and he had to faint for at least four hours.

But look at the dark circles in his eyes, it may be a good chance for him to rest.

I jumped out of the shadow, moved my arm, and then began to pick and choose in the warehouse. In a corner, I found the camouflaged painting. I tore the surface of the landscape painting, and a very beautiful oil painting jumped into my eyes.

As expected, he was old Fordring. At that time, he was still young and very powerful. He was wearing aristocratic black dresses and elegant monocles. Next to him sat an elegant lady with a veil. But at first sight, he was a real lady, gentle and peaceful.

Finally, the little boy standing next to them, 4 points similar to old Fordring, was wearing a small dress and holding a walking stick in his hand. Behind them, there was the sparkling dalongmir lake. At that time, it was still the fiefdom of the barov family, a beautiful place only for nobles to visit.

At the bottom of the painting, there is a line of elegant words,

"Love and family"

"A gift from ray to Mr. Tirion's family."

This should be the name of the painting. As expected, it's very suitable. I nodded and put it into my backpack. If old Fordring doesn't want this painting, I must get it. It must be a masterpiece of a famous artist. Even if it's not, I'll take it back and store it on the black coast for 200 years, and then I'll get it for a big price.

It's only 200 years. I'm a night elf. I can live at least 10000 years. Look, that's the advantage of age.

I am proud of humming a ditty, ready to leave, but just as I turned around, I found a box in the corner, very old, and burned by the flame. I went over and pried it open with a dagger, and then what did I see?

A box full of pearls, each exudes a soft holy light.

I couldn't help biting my tongue to judge whether I was dreaming or not. The pain told me, no!

I'm rich!

This kind of small pearl with the nature of breaking evil is called Crusader pearl. It can be sold at a really good price anywhere. As long as I sell this box, no, only one third of it will be enough for me to live a real rich life in my hometown black coast.

Tut Tut, thank you, old Fuding!

Thank him for making me a rich man, but before that, I have to find a way to get this box out, which is not difficult for the great night elf assassin.

Trust me, it's simple.