Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 181 12. Dawn of Stormwind City (3) --- Add more changes for the Anros brothers

Windsor was serious in front of him, and behind him, nearly 50 soldiers stared angrily at the guy blocking the way.

General Marcus Jonathan, the chief defense officer of Stormwind City, was riding on a horse. Behind him, hundreds of guards lined up, blocking the way from the Valley of Heroes into the Stormwind City trade zone.

"Reguinald, my brother, I'm sorry, you know, I can't let you pass!"

"Go away! You lackeys! Can't you see what Stormwind looks like now?"

Du Han yelled loudly, in the past, he never saw the face of such a big man, but these few months of aggrieved, and his own weakness in the face of those gangsters invading his homeland, has made this dedicated man The sheriff completely ran away, seeing that Marshal Windsor was about to reverse all the bad things, but now these big figures jumped out to stop their actions, which not only made Duhan angry, but also made the soldiers angry .

The sound of weapons being unsheathed was continuous. The murderous aura of the veterans could not be dealt with by these "ceremonial troops" who were only responsible for guarding the capital. The soldiers behind General Jonathan showed a little commotion. Jonathan, who was also in middle age, There was also a trace of sadness in the eyes under the general's helmet, but the next moment, he raised the hammer in his hand and shouted loudly,

"Don't force me, old brother, it's my mission to guard this place! If you insist on going there, just step on my dead body!"

"Enough! Marcus!"

Marshal Windsor took a step forward, he raised his hand, the soldiers behind him fell silent immediately, the old marshal strode up to Jonathan, stood there with open arms,

"You must do what you think is right! Marcus, my old man. We served together under General Turalyon, and his words and deeds taught us to become what we are now."

The voice of the old marshal echoed in the city gate leading to the trade area, he stared at General Jonathan,

"Tell me! Marcus, tell me, is General Turalyon wrong about me?"

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

"Marcus, tell me, am I dishonoring the heroes who fought with us?"

The hoarse shouts of the old marshal made the soldiers behind him share the same hatred. They strode forward and defended Windsor firmly. On the opposite side of them, the guards behind General Jonathan had already appeared in commotion. The sergeant commander sighed and threw the long sword in his hand to the ground.

"Snapped."

"My name is Parker and I have served in the 7th Regiment. My commander told me that everything we have done and all my sacrifices have been for this country. Marshal Windsor, please tell me that you have come to save it today. Is it?"

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

"Yes, sergeant, soldiers, I crawled out of the dead on the Burning Plains just for this moment!"

After finishing speaking, Windsor looked at General Jonathan who put down the hammer again,

"Marcus, it's not a good idea to imprison me here, get out of the way, let me see Bolvar, and I will prove everything to you!"

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sound of a series of weapons falling made Jonathan's face even more gloomy. He watched the soldiers stride out of the queue and stood behind Windsor. Finally, Jonathan, who stood alone on the spot, got off his horse and put the hammer on his back.

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

"It's not you who dishonor the heroes who fought with us, it's me! It's me and the depraved politicians who filled my life with empty promises and endless lies! Enough is enough and I've had enough Already!"

Jonathan walked up to Windsor, took off his helmet, lowered his head,

"I have shamed the ancestors of the Jonathan family, I have shamed those compatriots who died, forgive me, Reginald!"

Windsor stretched out his hand and patted General Jonathan's shoulder emotionally.

"You must always be on your guard against them, my brother. You are loyal to this country, there is no doubt that you will, like those heroes, shed the last trace of blood for this country and make great sacrifices for the people. I respect this Don't doubt it yet!"

General Jonathan's eyes had filled with tears, and he wiped them away, and Windsor smiled past him,

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

General Jonathan heard this, and strode forward to keep up with Windsor. At the end of the street, more soldiers rushed over, but before they could close together, Jonathan's voice sounded,

"Stand back! Soldiers, don't you see the heroes walking with us?"

"I order that Marshal Reginald Windsor shall not be harmed or blocked in any way, let him pass here safely!"

Henry and Parker walked to the side and drove away the helpless soldiers,

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

When he walked to the junction of the trade area and the old city, Marcus gave a solemn military salute to Windsor,

"Go, Reginald, my brother, I will help you stop the soldiers in other areas, go bravely, may the holy light guide your way!"

Hearing this blessing, Windsor's face darkened for a moment, but he still nodded to Marcus, and strode across the stone bridge. At the end of the old city, there was Stormwind Fortress. His adventure this time The end of the journey, the last battlefield of his life.

A dozen or so royal guards with indifferent faces hidden among the soldiers wanted to take advantage of this moment to surprise Windsor, but just as they drew their weapons, the daggers and clubs of the assassins fell on their backs from the shadows behind them. Above the head, a dozen soldiers disguised as dragonmen faced several times as many high-level assassins, and they couldn't make waves at all, so they were dragged into the corner.

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

"Marshal Windsor is right, look at these monsters! Before we knew it, they had covered the entire city. This is really a disgrace to MI7! Razor, put a reward on me! This year's assessment mission , at Blackrock Spire, each high-ranking member must bring back the heads of at least ten dragonmen!"

"Obey, leader!"

The figure of the goblin disappeared in the darkness, Xiao En glanced at Storm Fortress, shook his head, lowered his body, and escaped into the shadows.

When Windsor led the soldiers through the old city, many retired soldiers lived here, they ran out of the "Pig and Whistle" tavern, or their own houses, stood on both sides, and those who didn't know The guards with weapons at a loss were knocked down by them one after another, and they just cleared a way for Windsor.

"I'm proud of you, Marshal!"

"You are an inspiration to all of us, just like you were on the battlefield of the Burning Plains!"

"You will become a legend, Marshal, move forward bravely!"

"Those politicians tremble under your feet, Marshal!"

"You are worthy of being "Thorium's guts"!"

"The light is with you!"

Amidst the noisy voices, Windsor came to the front of Stormwind Fortress, where a whole group of indifferent royal guards stood there with shields, firmly blocking the road ahead.

"Wendsor, you have been declared rebellious by the Duke of Bolvar and Ms. Katerina, now, lay down your arms and surrender, we will"

"Rub! Rub! Rub!"

Before the shield guards could finish shouting, the assassins in black wallets knocked them down with daggers, and Sean strode up to Windsor, saluting with full respect.

"The way forward is clear! Marshal!"

The surrounding soldiers exclaimed when they saw that the killed royal guards had turned into the corpses of the dragonmen. Perhaps before, they had doubts about what Wen De Sole said, but they were simply willing to believe in this famous man. An outstanding hero, but now, the cold truth is in front of them, and everyone's anger has been aroused.

"Kill these monsters!"

"It turns out that these monsters disrupted Stormwind City!"

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

"Duke Bolvar has already."

"Quiet! Soldiers!"

Wen De Sole yelled, the soldiers are very emotional now, if there is a terrible move to attack the palace, Wen De Sole may not care about these, but he has to do it for these soldiers who are loyal to the kingdom Think about it, so he immediately changed the subject, motivating,

"Brothers, be brave! Look, these reptiles are writhing in pain, this is a sign of their despair!"

The old marshal reached out to take the long sword handed over by Du Han, stepped forward, stabbed the still struggling dragonman to death, then raised the sword high and said loudly,

"Soldiers, stay here, don't let these scum harm the people in the city, I will end it all!"

After finishing speaking, Windsor smiled at Sean, and the commander of SI:7 immediately understood, waved his hand, and after the marshal walked into the Storm Fortress, a dozen assassins and some sensible veterans spontaneously blocked him. on the way to the fort.

In a world where imperial power is supreme, attacking the palace is a capital offense! No one can bear the death penalty.

Windsor was alone, walking in the aisle of the empty palace hall, his left hand took out the cloth bag from behind, and held it tightly in his hand, this thing is the source of his strength, courage source of.

Finally, Windsor stood at the end of the aisle. In front of him, the indifferent Duke Bolvar was leaning on a two-handed sword engraved with the emblem of a lion. He had black hair and black pupils, and was wearing a long purple dress. Standing behind Windsor was Count Caterina Prestor holding a delicate cane.

The moment Wen Desol walked into the hall, more than a dozen royal guards surrounded him, and the shining long sword was about to pierce his body in the next second. At this moment, a deep voice echoed in the deepest part of the palace. ringing everywhere.

"Put down the sword!"

The guards froze for a moment, and just wanted to ignore the order and kill Wen Desor, but when he heard the deep voice, Bolvar struggled in his eyes, regained a bit of sanity, stood up abruptly, and roared arrive,

"Go away! Take your swords away from Marshal Windsor!"

Bolvar is one of the few heroes in Stormwind City after all. This roar made the soldiers in the disguise of the Dragonoids stunned for a moment. At this moment, Katerina, whose face was gloomy, was about to speak. A hoarse voice But voices sounded behind them,

"Stay back, soldiers!"

The countess froze for a moment, then waved her hand with a look of displeasure. The dragon guard quickly stepped back. At the back of the hall, the door that had been closed for nearly half a month was pushed open. He had black hair and his body was covered with hair. The smell of wine, the luxurious black robe was stained with wine, the man leaned on a sword, raised his head, the stubble on his face and the dim eyes, and the scepter in the other hand, proved that The identity of the drunk man.

The ruler of Stormwind City, the son of the former king Lane, the king of the Stormwind Kingdom: Varian-Wrynn

"You are here at last, my Marshal!"

"His Majesty."

"Go ahead, Marshal, I have waited too long for a day."

Varian smiled with difficulty. Through Varian's body, Windsor saw the two fallen corpses on the carpet of the bedroom, the bleeding wound on Varian's waist, and Katerina. Shocked face.

It seemed that the king who was drunk all day was not as incompetent as she imagined.