Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 175 6. Dead End——Gageng

Under the leadership of Miss Succubus Namara, Windsor passed through the spiral downward stairs. The moment he stepped into the ground, the hustle and bustle of the Black Iron Bar was isolated from the floor. The old marshal cautiously He clenched the dagger in his wrist, and the moment he turned his head, the mysterious succubus had disappeared into the passage.

"Okay, secret meeting."

The old marshal sneered, touched his aching stomach, and strode into the darkness.

Two minutes later, a mahogany door appeared in front of his eyes. Windsor looked around, there was no hidden door, no ambush, he was a little confused, but the military style still made him think for a few seconds After the bell, he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

It was a very quaintly decorated room, with weird works of art placed on the surrounding mahogany shelves, and the flames of the fireplace were jumping. The room was not big, so at the moment of opening the door, Windsor had a panoramic view of it.

A high elf with beautiful orange hair in a blue dress is standing by the sofa, holding a one-handed long sword with a green hilt in one hand, and a human with black hair is sitting on the sofa with his back facing him , Opposite is the hazy guy in a black robe, Wen De Sole has seen him.

The impression is vague, but it must be the eldest son of the Duke of Aebrock, who is said to have been missing for nearly ten years. In his left hand, he leans on a green sickle that is one person tall, with a black handle and a sharp, curved blade. The back of the sickle forms a It opened its mouth to reveal a skull full of fangs. On both sides of the skull, there are also carvings of small skulls.

Even a veteran human warrior like Windsor who knows nothing about magic can see the thick green energy lingering around the scythe, dirty and deep, the old marshal turned his head sideways, he felt that if he looked more, his soul would Get sucked in.

It's a magic weapon, no doubt about it!

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

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

The young man with his back turned to him spoke, his voice was clear, and it sounded like he had a special sense of power. Accompanied by this voice, he stood up, and when he turned around, what caught Windsor's eyes was A very ordinary-looking face, square and square, there seems to be nothing worth noting.

Only those brown eyes, from which Windsor saw the burning flames, the exhaustion after a hard fight, and the indomitable fighting spirit.

Without citations, the guy in the tuxedo was, like him, a veteran.

Dick was also observing the famous marshal. He was old, no doubt, it could be seen from his pale hair and slightly bent waist, but this old man still maintained the vigilance that a soldier should have. , his left leg is placed behind his right leg, and his arms hang naturally on both sides of his body.

This slightly weird movement allowed him to launch an attack in an instant. Dick had learned this from the veterans when he entered the Silver Hand.

"I'm curious, Mr. Windsor, since you know that you are likely to die at the hands of the black dragon, why did you take the initiative to come to this place? Is this a counterattack against fate?"

"No, young man!"

The old marshal lowered his eyes, and because of his guard, his voice was very soft, "If I am destined to die at the hands of the black dragon, I also hope that it will be on the battlefield, when I can still raise my sword, in the I still have the strength to tear a piece of flesh off of it."

"Papa papa!"

Dick clapped his hands, "Sure enough, if you're used to being a wolf, it's hard to become a sheep. It seems that my friend and I made a wise decision to rescue you."

"I'm curious, young man, who are you? Why did you save me? Now the entire Stormwind City wants me to die, so that I can use this news to please that Ms. Prestor and that idiot Bolvar."

At the end of Wen De Sole's speech, his tone was somewhat desolate, but seeing Dick's faint friendliness, he threw the dagger in his hand to the empty corner on the left.

When the sheathed dagger was about to hit the corner of the wall, a hand in leather armor protruded from the air and held it firmly, Demeter also stood out from the disguise.

Seeing this hand, Dick's eyes lit up, and he praised again,

"I heard before that some talented high-level fighters can detect opponents hiding in the dark just by using perception. You are the first one I have ever seen! Marshal."

Windsor threw his body into the soft sofa, reached out and picked up the wine glass by the table, and said nonchalantly,

"I've been on the battlefield for over thirty years, and believe me, boy, it's nothing."

The old soldier took a sip of his wine and put his eyes on Dick, "This dress is not suitable for you. We are the same kind of people, and armor is our best dress!"

Dick was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing. He sat back on the sofa, cleared his throat,

"Okay, Marshal, let me talk frankly, I am Dick, the leader of the Argent Dawn of Theramore, and I am here for the same purpose as you! Tell me, those black dragons, I mean Naifar Lian, I don't believe that he will personally capture you here just because of a young dragon, so I'm curious, how did you anger that guy who is full of intrigue."

Windsor's eyes turned to Kanresad, who closed his eyes and meditated, and was communicating with the newly acquired weapon. The paladin waved his hand,

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

"All right!"

Windsor pondered for a while, and said, "The young dragon was just an accident. The soldiers of Morgan's regiment and I saw it swaggeringly flying from the Blackstone Tower to the direction of Red Ridge Mountain at dusk. We attacked it. That idiot was obviously too confident in his own power, but when the soldiers were happily roasting the dragon meat, I found a letter in its paw!"

"letter?"

The ancient memory of the paladin has been awakened. If he remembers correctly, the initial starting point of the epic mission related to Windsor in the game seems to be a letter?

"Yes, an encrypted letter!"

Under the reflection of the fire in the fireplace, Wen De Sole's serious face looked much darker. He took a sip of wine and wiped his mouth.

"Written in dragon language, and covered by shadow magic, I couldn't read the letter, but I hid it, and then that night, a huge black dragon at least 70 meters long led the dragon people to attack Morgan's sentry , I went back to Redridge Mountain that night, and sent the head of the black dragon back to the kingdom. When I came back on the third day, I found that Morgan's sentry had been occupied by the black iron dwarves. You all know what happened afterwards. "

"Where is that letter?"

Liadrin asked.

"It was taken away by the Dark Iron Dwarves!"

Windsor touched his right hand regretfully, "Solomon, the mayor of Red Ridge Mountain Lakeside Town, is from Bolvar's side. Out of doubt, I didn't hand over the letter to him, but when I came from the dwarf prison When I woke up, my armor and my sword were gone, and the letter was gone."

"Then there is still a chance."

Kanrethad opened his eyes, his green eyes were somewhat frightening, he gently stroked the handle of the sickle, and said, "The black iron dwarves belong to the Balrog, and the relationship between the black dragon and them is very bad. If it is a dwarf Once you get that letter, the Black Dragon will never get it."

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

Dick rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Can you figure out where that letter is?"

Warlock shook his head, "You think too highly of us, Dick, it's not so easy to sneak into the palace of the Black Iron Emperor. In fact, if the relationship between you and Ravenholdt is not so bad, they would be very easy You can get that letter for you, as long as you can afford the commission, in their eyes, there are almost no secrets in this world."

The paladin rolled his eyes, but when his eyes turned to Wen De Sole, Dick's head hurt again, because he knew who the mastermind of everything was and what the conspiracy was, but he didn't think Wen De Sole He would believe him, but he still decided to try it out. If he could persuade this veteran here, everything would be solved.

"Your Excellency Marshal, I met the Duke of Bolvar a year ago. With all due respect, in my impression, he is a very wise gentleman. With his assistance, His Majesty Varian should not let the people of Stormwind City The situation has deteriorated so badly? Did something happen that I don't know about?"

Hearing Dick's words, Windsor snorted coldly,

"Bolvar a year ago really wouldn't let this country rot like this, but ever since that Earl Katerina from Lordaeron appeared, that idiot Bolvar was fascinated by beauty, I never knew , he would be so scary when he was stupid!"

As he spoke, all the resentment of the old marshal was drawn out. He stood up, waved his hands excitedly, and shouted,

"And Varian! How wise that kid was! I thought he would run the country well like his father, King Llane, and that's exactly what he did. When he married Tiffyne, When little Anduin was born, oh my god, at that time I thought that the country I had guarded all my life would soon flourish! But just 5 years ago, because of those stupid nobles who defaulted on their wages, the stonemason brothers The rebellion of the Society, and poor Tiffy died in that riot."

Windsor's voice became low, and it could be seen that the old marshal was very sad,

"Tiffyen was a good boy, a perfect wife and queen, after her death Varian was like a different person, got himself drunk all day, like a lowly drunk, not a hero The king! I know it's not his fault, but he has his responsibilities, and he abandoned his responsibilities like a coward, Bolvar reorganized the noble council in desperation, but that woman! That damned woman, that surname Prestor's woman, her appearance ruined everything!"

"Catalina Prestor?"

Dick narrowed his eyes, "With all due respect, Marshal, don't you think the timing of her appearance is too coincidental? After she appeared, the Black Dragon appeared in the Kingdom of Stormwind. After her appearance, Stormwind City became It's confusing, maybe you don't know, there are a lot of evil magic that can easily cover up the true colors of those bad guys..."

Windsor looked back at Dick, he shook his head regretfully,

"I know what you want to say, young man, but unfortunately, I once invited the Archbishop of the Cathedral of Light, the disciple of Faol, the prestigious Archbishop Benedictus to verify Katerina's identity , there is no doubt that she is a real human being, and there is no trace of infestation by dark magic."

Windsor's words blocked Dick's next words.

What should he say?

Do you want to tell the old marshal that the one who almost helped Varian Wrynn rebuild Stormwind City is equivalent to a "living saint" in the southern part of the Eastern Continent, the light that Uther called "saint" The Archbishop of the Cathedral, Benedictus is the number two figure in the Twilight's Hammer, the big black hand who calls himself the Twilight Prophet?

Dick believed that if he dared to say that, the believer in the Holy Light in front of him would definitely punch him.

But the problem is, if you find a black hand to verify another black hand, isn't that in itself a bullshit?

The topic once again entered a dead end.

A few minutes later, the paladin anxiously held the green leaf-shaped pendant on his chest, and said to Liadrin,

"Leah, gather the knights, we'll leave here when I come back!"

"What are you going to do, young man."

Wen De Sole asked curiously, and Dick took the tomahawk wrapped in himself from Liadrin with an unlucky face,

"Go and bring back that troublesome bronze bearded princess, and then send you home!"