Titan Dawn

Northrend Continental, Silver League Camp, Central Tavern.

At night, the most lively place in the entire camp is conveniently located in this small pub.

Except for a few paladins and priests who insist on penance, they are not interested in it. After a busy day, everyone is here to relax.

Tirion is a noble paladin with a sense of justice. That ’s right, but he also has to eat, and his silver northern army also has to eat, so these worldly things are not something you do n’t want to do.

The Central Tavern can contribute at least a few thousand gold coins to the Silver Crusaders every night, which is a lot of money for the Silver Crusaders.

What, you say, Paladins shouldn't take gold coins so important?

What a joke, this is gold! This is fate!

Without these miscellaneous sources of income, all members of the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army had to drink the northwest wind the next day.

The pub opened by the Paladin is not different from other pubs on the entire continent. At most, the overall decoration is more conservative and rigorous, and the style is not so cheerful.

But what's wrong with this, a few glasses of Thunder Ale, you can get hi even in a stately monastery.

The pub is as noisy as ever. Adventurers from all over the world and soldiers on leave from the Northern Expeditionary Army are coming and going in the large hall. The crowd is crowded.

The second floor is relatively quiet. It belongs to the elegant room suitable for chatting and talking. The charges are also more expensive, so unless you are pursuing a girl, not many people are willing to come to the second floor to be the head of injustice.

"That day's trial didn't have a chance to satisfy my curiosity, so ... I'm curious, Oscar, what are you most afraid of?"

Paltris took a sip of the lighter sparkling cider and smiled, looking at the dishonest dwarf sitting opposite.

"Ah ... on this issue, Lao Tzu ... Um ... Of course I am not afraid of anything, haha! I have no fear! Have I told you that I have met the Titan Spirit?"

Paltris shook her head. "I've only heard that Lord Sarodhar helped you transform your weapon."

Oscar was immediately energized, or maybe he was shifting the subject.

"That was, during the dark tide of the orc war. I was hated badly because I said that the dark queen Sylvanas had a bad temper, and hey ... that careful girl!"

"Then learning about the Titan deity, he was very angry. In order to avenge Sylvanas, he sent thousands of holy army to arrest me!"

Paltris smiled, listening silently to Oscar's story about the details that had been tampered with.

"But I wasn't afraid. At that time I said, don't move, I will leave by myself! Then I followed them to Stormwind and saw the Titan Lord."

"The Titan Lord was convinced by my bones and inferiority, and untied me personally, and then had to help me transform the dust messenger, I refused him and followed me urgently!"

"So, why is it a little different from what I've heard? I heard that at that time you learned that the Crusaders were looking for you in Manchuria, and they ran faster than anyone else." Paltris hugged Mouth chuckled.

"Ahaha ... rumors! All rumors! Let me tell you more about my legendary experience of dying and drinking Deathwing in Tirisfal Glades."

It was another glass of Thunder Ale, and Oscar began to unrestrainedly, and had to continue telling her old story with Partris.

Paltris then became serious.

"Why ... don't you tell me the story of you and that mage's younger mage son? You are so famous now and respected by all adventurers, but you never mentioned that past, did you? "

Oscar stiffened, lowering the raised glass in his hand.

"I ... it wasn't a commendable experience, and I ... didn't want to mention it, I didn't want to think about it."

Paltris nodded, "I understand, an experience you deliberately chose to forget, I think ... that's where your fear lies, right?"

"The world only knows that you died in Andorhal, and you too ..."

"enough."

Oscar said calmly.

With a sip of the ale in the glass, the dwarf smiled reluctantly.

"Ah ... I think we'll be here today, we'll meet again later."

Partris shook her head, staring directly at Oscar.

"Everyone has their own fear. If you don't overcome it, but choose to run away constantly, it will only become your Achilles heel."

"Then what do you want me to say, and you want to hear that story? OK, I'll tell you what." Oscar sat down again, staring at Patrice.

"Because of my confidence and in order to find excitement, I took Sisalis with Andorhal to hunt high-level undead, and then we met Arthas and his endless army. We died there. Sarris exploded to fly ash because of arcane, but I became a death knight and continued to exist in this world. Is that so, satisfied? "

Paltris immediately shook her head, "So you think it's your fault? You killed the mage who trusted you so much, but you changed it in a different way and continued to exist, which slowly became your fear. You are afraid to think about it, are you afraid to face him? "

"I should stop him. He should not end up in that end. He should become a powerful Lich and continue to survive."

"You went into a misunderstanding, Oscar." Paltris looked at the dwarf with a soft look. "You are using your current vision and knowledge to think about the past you, and the past you, yes These ignorance, a glorious battle death, is the best ending that can be thought of then. "

Looking at the loose Oscars, Partris stood up, pulled the dwarf and walked out.

"Where are we going?"

"Trial ground."

The Crusader Proving Ground was empty at night, and Oscar stood in the middle of the ground, begging.

"No, I don't want to ... it's useless ..."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."

Partris raised his staff, and a strange shadow spell shot at Oscar, immediately covering the whole dwarf.

"Face ... Your fear, overcome it, overcome it."

Oscar trembled. He looked at the human being made up of the shadow energy in front of him, and a feature he dared not think and face appeared in front of him.

"Oscar ... I trust you, obey you, and be willing to be your little follower, and you ... killed me!"

The horror illusion of Sisalis Mogleni yelled at Oscar, then raised the staff in her hand, and fired an arcane barrage at Oscar.

Oscar was blasted off and landed heavily on the ground.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't know ... I didn't mean it ..."

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boom!

"It's almost OK ... I really hug ..."

boom!

"There is no end! Lao Tzu is so painful, so reverently atones for you, your boy ..."

boom!

"Your grandma is a **** egg! You are not the kid of Sisalis at all. Even if he is resentful, he is a hybrid to the Lich King's dog!"

Oscar was furious, yanked out the dust messenger around his waist, put on a layer of magic absorption shield, and rushed up.

Goodbye my friend.

I will inherit your will, your fearlessness, and take revenge on the Lich King.

Don't blame me, I believe you won't blame me.

I'm Oscar Flash Diamond. Your death will be my endless motivation.

Farewell, Andorhal.

Farewell, Sisalis.

Under the breath of Oscar's most powerful ice dragon, the illusion of fear dissipated into the stars of the shadow energy.

The dwarf stood quietly, thinking for a while, then shrugged, and re-exposed the proud look of Lao Tzu in the world.

"Well, good sister over there, you torture Laozi tonight, shouldn't you also torture me for me? If I say, we'll find a tent without people and come directly ..."

Oscar said, immediately spreading his arms and posing as if I wanted to fly.

But the Torrent of Light didn't show up, and Paltris shook her head with a smile.

"Then you have to win first, and then I will tell you, the story of your decisive battle in the Tirisfal Glades, but you haven't told me yet."

Oscar smiled and made an exaggerated gesture.

"So, Lord Partris, can we continue?"

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