Lost In Azeroth

   Chapter 62 Tirion Fordring

   Although Su Chen has a good impression of the Scarlet Crusade in World of Warcraft, it does not mean that he can tolerate Mograine and others to provoke his position, not to mention that the army from Hearthglen cannot be lost.

   You must know that before the establishment of the Argent Crusade, Lordaeron hardly received any decent assistance, and he could only rely on his own strength to recover Lordaeron.

   And this army was the basis for his rebuilding of Lordaeron.

"I brought a team of elf rangers from Silvermoon City, including some mages, who are very strong in combat. You bring the residents of Darrow County to follow them to the Hand of Tyre." Su Chen pondered for a moment, and quickly said decision.

   "Your Highness..." Bridget Abidis looked up at Su Chen in surprise.

   "I'm going back right away, I hope the situation can be recovered in time." Su Chen sighed.

  With Nathanos, who is familiar with Lordaeron and the undead Scourge, he can safely let Sylvanas and the others go to the Hand of Tyre alone, and fly back in a griffin first.

"His Royal Highness, I'm really sorry, it's all my fault for telling my father and Uncle Ethan Lien about Hearthglen, and they came to Hearthglen with Lord Mograine..." Bridget Abidis was a little worried. said anxiously.

   "It has nothing to do with you, even without you, they would do it sooner or later." Su Chen sighed and patted her shoulder lightly.

  This young girl is definitely a very qualified Paladin, with no lack of bravery, piety, and loyalty.

   Just because she traveled all the way to Darrow County alone to support the local residents in order to complete the task she gave her, it is not easy to blame her.

   Due to the lack of time, Su Chen just explained a few words to Sylvanas and hurriedly rode away on the griffin.

   Flying in the air, you can see that the undead in this plague land seems to be more ravaged than before.

   There are almost no traces of green on the ground, all the trees are dead, the earth is a tawny color, and even the sky has been dyed yellow.

  Su Chen couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart, even if he could expel the undead natural disaster in the future, it would take many years to restore his former vitality.

  The wind was blowing in the air, Su Chenxian took out Frostmourne when he was bored.

   This sword just devoured a troll animal deity with ease!

   Now alone, just take a closer look at this mysterious magic sword.

The    long sword is still bone-chilling cold.

   "It seems to be a little heavier than before?" Su Chen was a little puzzled.

   "Accurately speaking, he weighed three kilograms." Zhinao quickly gave specific analysis results.

   "What's going on?" Su Chen couldn't help but be surprised.

"The weight of this sword is not fixed, it can be changed according to the user's situation, so that the user can always maintain the best feel, your body has been strengthened recently, and the strength has increased, so this sword also changes. It’s heavy, but if you’re not very careful, it’s actually very difficult to detect this change.” Zhinao soon gave new reference data, considering only physical fitness, the current fighting strength of this body has been reached about 120.

"I didn't expect this sword to be so technologically advanced. We've had this sword for so long, can you analyze its material?" Su Chen lightly flicked the rune-engraved blade, and immediately It made a very clear sound.

   "No, this sword is cast in the chaotic void, and the material used is definitely not found in Azeroth, even if it is analyzed, it is useless."

   "What about the runes on this sword, can you analyze it?" Su Chen gently stroked the runes on the sword. I don't know if these strange runes were engraved by the Dreadlord family or Kil'jaeden.

   "That should be a very high-level language. A single rune can contain tens of thousands of information. It takes time and a lot of energy to analyze it clearly." Zhinao analyzed.

   "Alas, it's energy again..."

  Su Chen immediately became a little depressed, he is not without energy now, the energy of the sun well is enough for him to use for a long time.

   But now the question is how to get that sunwell out of personal space!

   On the way south from Silvermoon City, he tried to ask Sylvanas for some well water from the Sunwell, only to learn that she had left all the bottles of well water in Silvermoon City.

  While lamenting that Sylvanas was too stupid, Su Chen had to accept the fact that he was guarding the Golden Mountain but had no money to use.

   Although he was concerned about the safety of the army, Su Chen did not go directly to Andorhal.

   Now that Mograine and the others have taken control of the army, it is useless even if he rushes past.

  The big men who founded the Scarlet Crusade had a higher reputation in the army than him, the prince of Lordaeron, especially now that most people still think he has fallen.

   "It's a pity that the most loyal Uther died in battle and became an undead..." Su Chen sighed in his heart. If Uther didn't die, he would be able to solve everything by being the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"By the way, besides Uther, there should be another person with a higher reputation than Mograine and others." Su Chen suddenly remembered another person with high reputation but had been ignored by him - Tirion ·Fording!

Although    has been deprived of the power of the Holy Light, he is still the first generation of Paladins, and many people, including Uther, still respect him.

   The old Fordring should be living a secluded life on the banks of the Sodoril River, and even Tyran thought his father had already died.

  If he can find Tirion Fordring and ask him to come out, then it will be no problem to convince Tyran to take back control of Hearthglen.

   Thinking of this, Su Chen immediately controlled the griffin and flew to the northwest.

   He soon saw the fast-flowing Sodoril River, the river that originated in the south of Quel'Thalas and divided the Plaguelands into two parts, and then poured into Lake Mirondar.

   But what surprised Su Chen was that there were actually many boats passing through the river that was seriously polluted by the undead plague.

  Su Chen slightly lowered the flying height of the Griffin, and immediately found that the boats in the river were full of huge abominations and catapults!

   "These ships... are they from Stratholme?!" Su Chen was extremely shocked. The operation system of these undead armies was far more perfect than he expected.

  With the Sodoril as a transport link, the abominations crafted from the slaughterhouses in Stratholme can go directly to Caldaron and Andorhal!

   "The situation may be worse than expected." Going north along the river, Su Chen's mood became heavier as he watched the boats that were constantly going down the river.

  The combat power of these giant abominations is far stronger than that of ordinary skeletons and ghouls, almost reaching the level of elite knights, but they are not afraid of life and death.

   "It seems that in order to recover Lordaeron in the future, Stratholme must be destroyed first..."

  Su Chen was thinking, but a warning from the brain sounded in his mind.

   When he looked down, he immediately saw a tall and thin figure on the banks of the Sodoril River, staring at the ships full of hate on the river just like himself.

   (end of this chapter)