fantasy reincarnation of warcraft

Chapter 127 The Real Hero

Solomon watched Marshal Windsor and his party leave with all eyes. At this time, if he had a handkerchief in his hand, he could almost perfectly play the role of a wife who watched her husband leave home.

But don't get me wrong, it's not that he doesn't want to part with Windsor, he just doesn't want to part with those paladins who have been taken advantage of.

Although the Church of Truth does not have much money, and their source of money is only from the donations of ordinary believers, it is better than asking him to increase taxes to make up for the loopholes, and now, these final sources of income have also been abducted by Windsor How could Solomon not hate him when he left, but he didn't dare to show it...

Speaking of Marshal Windsor, many people in the league should be familiar with this name, he is a real hero.

In Azeroth, there are many heroes who are preached, but there are only a handful of heroes who are truly worthy of the word "hero".

In the original history, Windsor had the honor of attacking Karazhan with Lothar. In that very fragile place where the space is distorted, some fragments of the future or the past may be peeped.

Windsor was unfortunate. He was unfortunate enough to see the scene of his death there. He saw that he would fight a black dragon and die in the dragon's breath.

People are mortal, but knowing their own ending in advance, anyone would panic, but Wen De Sole did not, he faced all this calmly.

After Varian's mysterious disappearance, Stormwind City was completely controlled by Onyxia and Bolvar, but Bolvar has long been obsessed with Onyxia's skirt, so Onyxia is Stormwind The real ruler of the kingdom.

However, we all understand what Onyxia's real body is, and what is her purpose for coming here.

That's right, she's going to distract the Alliance by forcing them into a quagmire of civil strife and distracting them from her brother Nefarian's plan to study the chromatic dragon.

Under the operation of Onyxia, the nobles of Stormwind City began to indulge in pleasure, and no longer cared about the territories of other Stormwind Kingdoms except Stormwind City.

Therefore, in Westfall, Grian Stolman formed the Westfall People's Army; while in Twilight Forest, Duke Elro Ebonlocke established his night watchman force to guard the people of Nightshade Town alone.

However, the threat of Defias is nothing compared to the Blackrock orcs on the Burning Plains north of Lakeside, because the Blackrock orcs are backed by black dragons.

Although the Human Alliance has griffins supported by Wildhammer dwarves and strategic helicopters provided by gnomes, they are only provided to the main army of the kingdom. These local guards have nothing. When the black dragon appeared and began to bully the poor private soldiers of the local lord , Windsor couldn't sit still anymore, the appearance of the black dragon made him think of his own destiny, he volunteered to go to the Burning Plains to lead the alliance's troops against the threat of the Blackrock orcs and the black dragon.

However, Onyxia, incarnated as Countess Katrana Prestor, of course firmly opposed his proposal. In order to stop his proposal, Onyxia began to sleep at the bedside of Bolvar, who was promoted to regent. The wind was blowing in his ears, so Windsor's proposal was rejected. Not only was he unable to lead the alliance army to solve the troubles of the Burning Plains, but he was even banned from his position by Onyxia and the nobles. There is no longer any right to speak in Parliament.

The disheartened Windsor can only go to support the Burning Plains alone.

However, without a single reinforcement, Windsor was of course helpless. They were defeated again and again, and were finally captured by the Dark Iron Dwarves in an attack.

He was still careless. When he focused all his attention on the orcs, he obviously completely forgot that the Alliance still has an ancient enemy here-the Dark Iron Dwarves.

The Kingdom of Stormwind, which is allied with the Bronzebeard and Wildhammer dwarves, is naturally also the enemy of the Dark Iron dwarves. The war between them can be traced back 300 years, so I won't elaborate here.

After that, everyone knew the fate of Windsor. The adventurers of the alliance were entrusted to rescue Marshal Windsor, and helped Marshal Windsor find two stone tablets written in dragon language. Marshal Er deciphered the tablet and successfully discovered Onyxia's true identity.

The next step is to escort Marshal Windsor back to Stormwind City.

We don't know whether Marshal Windsor recalled the fragments of his death along the way, but from his tragic footsteps and resolute posture, we all know that he is ready to meet his own destiny.

Seeking death is not a great thing. You can hear news of people committing suicide everywhere, but those who die for the justice and sense of mission in their hearts are definitely well-deserved heroes.

Only a hero will put the fate of the country and nation above his own life.

In the end, Onyxia's transformation magic was destroyed by Windsor, Onyxia became angry and killed Windsor and flew back to her lair in the mud swamp, a generation of heroes finally used their own Death saved the fate of the entire Stormwind Kingdom.

However, in this world, due to Zhang Li's intrusion, the threat of Defias has been resolved several years in advance, and the peace of Westfall and Night Town has been restored. Onyxia simply hates this new church to death, but if she She insisted on acting according to human means, and she really had nothing to do with this church.

So she can only rearrange a chess game to distract the alliance's attention. It just so happens that the goblins in Booty Bay are fighting against some forces recently, and the opening of the Dark Gate has successfully caught the eyes of all parties in the alliance. Kexia has another chance to show his fists. We will talk about these things later, and we will continue to explain the matter of Marshal Windsor.

The opening of the Dark Portal once again gave Onyxia a lot of room to play. A large amount of supplies and armaments were sent there, and the Burning Plain was still in a miserable situation of being stocked.

But the opening of the Dark Portal this time was nothing short of thunder and rain, except for a group of silly demons rushing around at the beginning, and then calmed down inexplicably afterwards.

The Alliance successfully connected with the Son of Lothar, and by the way, learned that Shattrath joined forces with an Elf King to capture the Demon Base Camp. Although the entire Outland is still fighting, those small groups of Demons and Evil Orcs are obviously not into climate.

These ready-to-go Union soldiers immediately idled down.

So someone proposed the matter of the Burning Plain at this time, and then went back to the old road. Windsor made a turn at the divergence of fate and went back to the original point.

The only difference is that this time he is not completely alone, there is a group of paladins who are not elite walking side by side.

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"Kang, kuang, kuang!" With a series of sounds of delivery of steel, a young paladin was defeated. With the magic of holy light, he had been defeated many times by this ordinary human with only brute force, but he didn't feel that it was necessary. What a shame.

Because the other party is a marshal, no matter how much they dislike nobles in their hearts, they have no reason to hate him when they meet such a powerful and amiable elder who is willing to personally train them.

That's right, Windsor is training them. Although they are called paladins, the background of this new church is still too low. Although they have a good foundation in holy light spells, they have never participated in actual combat. They even I have never seen blood before. Such a group of little guys can be called knights. In Windsor's view, it is simply nonsense.

So Windsor decided to train them himself until they were worthy of the title.

"Biff, remember, no matter what happens, you must face your enemy squarely. During the confrontation just now, because our sword was very close to your eyes, you subconsciously closed your eyes. In the real battlefield, this will definitely happen. Killed you, so now, your job is to never blink, Bacon, you cooperate with him, use your fist to pretend to attack his face, Morgan remember, no matter how close these attacks are to you, even if they have already hit You have to face it with your eyes open."

"Yes! Marshal!" The young paladin obediently took orders, and the young man named Bacon was with him.

"Chaiken, next you practice with me, let me see if you have improved."

"Yes! Marshal!"

After the evening training, under the arrangement of Windsor, these paladins began to fall asleep in batches. Windsor sat in front of the campfire in a daze, and beside him was a sleepy paladin who kept nodding.

Looking at this unqualified night watchman, Windsor shook his head helplessly.

The time is too short. If he is given enough time, he can train all these boys into real knights, but fortunately, they don't need to charge forward. When they reach the Burning Plain, these boys will still walk on the old path of the medical staff. our bank.

"Okay, if you really can't hold on, go to sleep first, I'll just watch over here." Windsor's steady voice woke up the young man, since he was positioned as a medical staff in his heart, Saul felt that instead of treating them as real soldiers demanded, healers always had preferential treatment.

The young paladin immediately realized how dereliction of duty he was, and smiled embarrassedly, and then insisted on finishing his post.

"Okay, what I said is true. We haven't entered the Burning Plains yet. The probability of enemies appearing here is not very high. Go to sleep. I can guard this place by myself."

In the end, unable to hold back the Marshal, the recruit paladin still walked back to his tent.

"By the way! Don't take off your armor when you sleep, and keep your weapons within easy reach." Windsor finally warned.

"I see..." The recruit paladin responded in a low voice, and then rushed into the tent.

Windsor was the only one left at the scene, and it was quiet, only the sound of the bonfire bursting.

However, Windsor did not look at the bonfire, but watched the sky quietly, which was a habit he had developed over the years of marching.

The flames would blind his eyes and make him unable to adapt to the darkness. Even in this place not far from Lakeside Town, he was still so cautious, although he himself didn't think he would be attacked here...

But things always go beyond people's expectations.

"Shusha..." A faint sound appeared behind him indistinctly, and Windsor, who was apparently staring at the stars in a daze, moved his ears indistinctly.

Then this weird sound got closer... the closer it got, the softer it became. When Wen De Sole's ears couldn't catch a trace of the sound, his sword also stabbed himself behind.

With a sound of "Pfft!", the long sword gave him a feeling of piercing into the mud, but the muffled sound that followed immediately let him know that this is not some mud, but a body of flesh and blood.

"Enemy attack!" Windsor's alarm quickly woke up the recruits paladins, and they got up in a panic. Fortunately, Windsor let each of them wear armor to sleep, which saved them a lot effort.

When the first paladin rushed out of the tent, he saw that Marshal Windsor was being besieged by several orcs at the moment, and there was still a female orc lying dead beside the bonfire.

"For the glory of the Holy Light!"

(End of this chapter)