Azeroth Trail of Light

On the roadside of the Land of Ghosts, after the sun rose, the warm breath gradually dispelled the fog. Dick picked up the long sword with a strong high elf style from the bodies of several elf soldiers, and dug a hole beside it , Although he had never met each other before, Dick still felt that it would be better to let these dedicated soldiers go to the ground.

When Dick was busy, Liadrin leaned on her staff and said her last prayers for the soldiers who died protecting her with a sad face.

The two people who met on the road didn't have much communication. Although he recognized Liadrin, Dick didn't think she was more noble than others. In fact, after meeting Jaina, Uther and Arthas, Dick doesn't have much novelty about these historical celebrities.

But he is not curious, which does not mean that Liadrin is not curious. Senior priests like Liadrin who have experienced the second orc war value life very much, but they are more realistic, so after the dying prayers, Liadrin, who was exhausted, sat on the ground on one side regardless of her image. She looked at Dick who was covering the pit, and asked.

"What's your name? Human knight, why did you appear in the Land of Ghosts?"

Dick glanced at her, pointed to the knights who were about to be buried,

"Do you have holy water?"

"...Uh, yes!"

Liadrin took out three beautifully decorated crystal bottles from the storage ring on Liadrin's finger, and handed them to Dick. They all said that the high elves live in luxury. This time Dick saw it with his own eyes, even if it was used to hold holy water. The high elf craftsmen also used gold leaf to make the texture of the phoenix coat of arms.

Dick shook his head. He couldn't understand this kind of meaningless luxury at all. He twisted open the bottle and poured the holy water with a little bit of light on the corpses. After the three big bottles of holy water were poured, Dick was satisfied. nodded, and returned the bottle to Liadrin.

"From now on, you'd better get into the habit of sprinkling holy water on every corpse."

Dick continued to cover the soil with his sword, and turned to Liadrin, who was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled look on her beautiful face.

"Why?"

"Fu...do you know what happened in Lordaeron recently?"

After covering the last handful of soil, Dick picked up his pipe and sat beside Liadrin. After exhaling a smoke ring, he said to her,

"The corpses, re-imbued with evil spells, marched into the world of the living, led by their villainous masters. This was originally only a matter for the human kingdom, but worst of all, their villainous masters, now Heading towards Quel'Thalas with an even more sinister plan."

Dick looked at Liadrin curiously, with a teasing smile on his face,

"What should you do?"

Facing Dick's question, Liadrin didn't doubt Dick's words. As a paladin, he can't lie, but she still smiled,

"They can't enter Quel'Thalas, the defensive runes will keep them out of us, Quel'Thalas will not fall!"

Dick shrugged. He had long expected that this journey would not be smooth, but judging from the completely unpretentious proud expression on Liadrin's face, the defensive rune magic would not be broken. Became part of the minds of the High Elves.

Of course, they also have reasons to be proud of.

Whether it is a terrifying troll or a ferocious orc, they have never set foot on the land of Quel'Thalas. Even the holy land of the Amani trolls has become the current Silvermoon City. As long as Quel'Thalas If there are no problems inside, this magical city is invincible.

The 18,674 pieces of defensive runes surrounding the Quel'Thalas building firmly guard the land, and they have grown together with the land. The mystery of it is beyond the comprehension of even an archmage like Antonidas. , Unless the land of Quel'Thalas is completely destroyed, there is no way to break through this super giant defensive circle.

Dick won't bother to tell Liadrin that their Silvermoon councilor, Archmage Dar'Khan, has betrayed him, because it's a thankless task, and all he wants now is to see King Anasterian , or the wiser Kael'thas-Sunstrider, I hope that the vision of the real high-level has not been limited, otherwise, it is only a matter of time before Arthas and his army of undead take down this magic kingdom.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to Daysome, and then I'm going to Silvermoon City."

Dick stretched out his hand towards Liadrin, and the elf lady looked at Dick who was wearing the silver helmet, a little hesitant, but in the end, she put the white jade-like fingers in his hand.

Of course, before leaving, Dick didn't forget to take his loot. It's a pity that Zul'kin's lynx incarnation failed to trigger the mission, but when Dick cut open the belly of the astonishingly large purple lynx , he still found something good.

"Sylvanas' Lost Pendant"

"green"

"Explanation: This is a jewelry pendant engraved with the family crest of the Windrunner. Its owner is the current Quel'Thalas Ranger General Sylvanas-Windrunner. This should be her and Zul'jin's Lost in battle, thank this crazy lynx for bringing you this personal "treasure" of the future Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Spirit of the Beast - Lynx"

"blue"

"Use: Attempt to "infuse" a weapon."

"Explanation: Beast spirits are sacred objects of druids and some troll tribes. They are almost everywhere, but they cannot appear out of thin air and need a carrier. Creatures are the most suitable. This is also Zul'jin's research direction. But in fact, Chief Amani didn't know that another excellent carrier for the spirit of the beast is a weapon!"

Dick was riding a horse, holding Liadrin who was blushing in his arms. There was already a pendant with no attributes around his neck. Although he played the League in the previous life, Dick was actually a "queen fan".

As for the constantly distorting ball of light in the storage package, although he had a flame of justice at hand, Dick would not try to "infuse spirits" with his own artifact. If something went wrong, it would not be worthwhile.

During the slow trot of the fat and strong silver war horse, Dysome quickly entered Dick's eyes.

Compared with the somewhat chilling land area in the game, the real Dysome seems to be a qualified fortress, but the high elves may really be too idle, because after approaching, Dick found that the towering fortress On the city wall, skilled craftsmen even drew two large phoenix emblems for it.

This is the national emblem of Quel'Thalas, and also the family emblem of the Sunstrider family. This complex and beautiful picture can be seen almost everywhere in this land.

"You can let me down, Knight Dick!"

After approaching Daysome, the blushing Ms. Liadrin whispered to Dick that she didn't want to hear the scandals between herself and this human knight. For the high elves from peace to the present, gossip and gossip are the best way to kill time.

Dick responded, and helped Ms. Liadrin off the horse in a very gentlemanly manner. He also took the reins of the war horse and followed her. face, but Dick already has his own heart, so when facing Liadrin, a beauty that is rarely seen in Quel'Thalas, he only looked at it with an attitude of appreciation.

"Lady Liadrin is back!"

"Open the city gate!"

The eyesight of the elves is generally better, so when Dick and Liadrin approached the city wall, a sentinel sent a message, and soon, the thick city gate of Dysome was pulled open.

This is the first time Dick entered the city of the high elves. Although it is only a military city, it still cannot hide the prosperity of Quel'Thalas. The slowly rotating scouting and teleportation orbs, the elf soldiers going back and forth on the streets, and the civilians living in Daysom.

All this made Dick, who was already in the war with the undead and was about to forget his normal life, feel the taste of peace again.

"There are very few people who will not be shocked by Quel'Thalas, even Dysome, it is like a small Quel'Thalas!"

After Liadrin reported the attack to the commander of Daysome, she volunteered to act as Dick's guide and led him around the fortress city. The elves are no strangers to humans, but the arrogance stemming from their blood prevents them from saying hello to Dick. On the contrary, Liadrin is almost the most popular person here.

Beautiful and rich, gentle and intellectual ladies are always sought after, this is the same in any world.

"Okay, Ms. Liadrin, thank you for your explanation, but I have to go!"

An hour later, Dick, who had replenished the holy water and supplies slightly, and tasted two more high elf delicacies, stood at the gate of Daysome. Alsace moved forward, although he didn't know where Alsace was now, but he knew that the king of death knights would not be silent for too long.

"May the Light bless you, good knight."

Liadrin put her hands on her towering chest, and leaned slightly towards Dick. The latter smiled, raised his whip, and the horse neighed. Soon, Dick disappeared at the end of the gate of Daysome.

Liadrin looked at the disappeared paladin, frowned slightly, and walked quickly back to her office, wrote a brief, and handed it to the elf mage in charge of the message.

Seeing the letter disappear into the purple magic light, Liadrin's brows loosened. She doesn't like to owe favors, especially for saving lives. Dick, who came here with good intentions, said about the "invasion of the dead" There was absolutely no market in Quel'Thalas, and it was foreseeable that Dick would run into obstacles everywhere even if he got to Quel'Thalas.

So she planned to use her network to give Dick some help, which was a little repayment for her life-saving grace.

At this time, on a large island near the sea in Quel'Thalas, a fierce battle was going on. On one side are well-equipped ranger troops with a strong will to fight, and on the other side are silent, dead, enemies of all life, undead!

"Multiple arrows!"

The heroic female general held her bow high and stood in the middle of the already chaotic undead battlefield. She glanced coldly at the huge number of undead walking corpses, and took out three silver arrows from the quiver behind her. Placing it on the war bow, with a loud shout, the arrow flew out!

The silver rays of light spread rapidly, three became nine, and the nine became silver streamers covering the battlefield. With just one blow, one-fifth of the undead was emptied, but this is enough to make any army collapse. The offensive, but failed to stir up a little wave, the undead continued to pounce on the stretched ranger troops.

The most frustrating thing for the soldiers is that comrades killed by the undead will soon join the ranks of the undead, and their archery skills are not much weaker than before. Support, but in the face of the undead who have formed a sufficient army, the speed of her killing is far behind the speed of regeneration of these guys.

"Enough! Retreat! Rangers, retreat! Retreat to the defensive rune!"