The next morning, Dick shakes his head and comes out of the simple tent. Last night, he didn''t sleep well and his head was full of wishful thinking. When he really fought with twilight hammer, Dick found that he had chosen a bad battlefield.


    "You should have gone to heliosus first!"


    Dick sighed, "at least there''s no such great man as the twilight prophet."


    With that, the paladin patted his face and packed up. Then he saw Leah Delin coming with a few pieces of bread. They were all marching in the field. In one night, the paladin and the militia just managed to repair the kitchen before. It was good to have hot bread.


    Dick wasn''t picky either. He wasn''t picky either before or now. After taking the bread, he began to talk with lyadeline,


    "After going back this time, I plan to go to sirisus. On the one hand, I will fulfill my promise to the black iron dwarf. On the other hand, the explorers association has a stronghold there. I heard that the twilight believers are very active there recently. After I finish these things, silver Liming should be able to get on the right track. Then I will return to Stormwind to deal with the troubles here."


    Dick took a sip of water and said with a smile to lyadeline, "you should have a good rest after you go back this time."


    The high elves nodded with a smile. She was tired of running around. As a long-lived species, they preferred to stay in one place to feel the passage of time. The long time in the past had been like this. This kind of running days really made lyadeline feel a little tired.


    But just as they were chatting, a scream came from the other side of the camp.


    "What''s the matter?"


    Dick put down his bread and watched the old knight, Dave, break through the crowd and run towards him in a hurry, with a trace of blood on his forehead.


    "Chief! I was attacked by Marshal Windsor during my vigil last night, and the slate... The slate was taken away by him


    "Pa!"


    The water cup in Dick''s hand was crushed, and the paladin''s face was hard to see. Lyadeline knew in a flash what had happened.


    "Mr. Windsor, can''t he let Stormwind go after all?"


    "He... The old man went to die! Asshole


    Dick clenched his fist. The reason why he wanted to take wendesall away was that he was afraid that the stubborn veteran would go back to his old way. But he pretended to be a fool and cheated himself! Or turn to the road of death!


    "Asshole! Do you just want to die? "


    Dick yelled and scolded several times, then patted lyadeline on the shoulder and told the high elf and the shame faced Dave,


    "You take the knights to lakeside town, where you fly to windstorm by Griffin! I left early! Windsor, he''s trying to break the sky


    Dick drew the rein from his waist with his left hand. With a touch of his hand, the magnificent and beautiful Pegasus appeared next to Dick. This group bumped their heads on Dick''s head. The paladin turned over and grabbed the rein. A moment before taking off, he said to lyadeline,


    "If you hear bad news on the way, turn straight to thorns Valley and go back to selamo from there. Don''t worry too much about me! Deal with Windsor, and I''ll go back to selamo and find you! "


    Dick''s fingers touched lyadeline''s sharp ears. Then he lifted the reins, made a hiss, took a few steps forward, flapped his wings and flew up. Soon he disappeared into the light of the rising sun.


    "Dave, get the soldiers together in 15 minutes! We''re going to set out! "


    Although she is very gentle in the face of Dick, in the eyes of other knights, the pity knight is really not "compassionate". The high elves don''t say anything about other people, but they have high qualifications. So when lyadeline stands at the gate of the camp with the call of the dragon with emerald green hilt, all the Knights move quickly.


    But the beautiful girl, still some worried looking at the direction of Dick left, she had a premonition that Dick''s rescue this time, will not be very smooth.


    Marshal Windsor left last night. It''s been a whole night. If he is also changing to Griffin, he may be close to the territory of storm city. Although xingzhui''s speed is fast, Dick may not be able to catch up.


    In fact, Dick may not be able to catch up, because Windsor''s Griffin has stopped beside the Griffin keeper in Shanjin town.


    The old marshal, who had not slept all night and was on his way, had a determined face, some scattered pale hair, and some red eyes. He had been blowing cold wind on the Griffin all night. After all, he was old. When he landed from the Griffin, he had to be supported by the Griffin administrator to avoid falling.


    "Go to the pride of the lion, son. By the way, call sheriff Duhan for me."


    Windsor said a word to the Griffin administrator. The Griffin administrator is a junior officer in the storm kingdom. He recognized Windsor, the famous old marshal in the Kingdom, and immediately did not dare to neglect him. A sleepy and hungry old Marshal ran to the pride of the Lion Hotel in the middle of the town.


    Ten minutes later, the constable Duhan, who had just finished his breakfast, hurried into the pride of the lion king.


    The groomed old marshal is sitting on the table by the burning fireplace, eating breakfast. Farrell, the owner of the pride of the Lion Hotel, personally carries a pot of wine to fill the glasses for the thirsty marshal. Although Windsor failed in the political struggle of the upper class, in the eyes of the common people of the lower class, the old marshal is still the most perfect military incarnation.


    Especially when the old Marshal with a civilian regiment rushed to the dangerous Burning Plain alone, the farewell team was extremely spectacular, and Windsor was absolutely the figure standing at the top of the pyramid among the military forces of storm kingdom.


    This is one of the reasons why the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia, the count of Katrina presto, must drive Windsor out of storm city. As long as the upright old marshal is still there, storm city will not be in chaos!


    "Marshal, you are back at last!"


    Sheriff Duhan of Shanjin Town, a retired veteran, highly praised Windsor, an officer who had experienced the orc war, just like other veterans. As soon as he heard Marshal Windsor''s call, he rushed here from home as soon as he could.


    "Well, I''m back!"


    Wendesall put a piece of bread into his mouth and said to Duhan as he ate it,


    "Duhan, I need a suit of armor, a weapon and a good horse. I''m going to storm city!"


    "Marshal, are you back to take charge of the overall situation?"


    Duhan said excitedly, "during the time when you left, the big men in storm city were just as crazy. They held banquets all day long and didn''t pay attention to political affairs at all. Whether it was the western wilderness, night Town, even the North County and East Valley, they were in a lot of chaos. The letter we sent to them for help sank into the sea. It can''t go on like this any more, marshal!"


    "I know!"


    Windsor clenched his fist and looked in the direction of storm city. He touched the cloth bag hanging around his waist and said firmly,


    "So I came back! Children. "


    "Good! I''m going to prepare, marshal. Just a moment! "


    Duhan rushed out of the hotel again, leaving Farrell and Windsor behind. Compared with the impatient Duhan, Farrell, the owner of the hotel, was much older. He saw an unknown sign from Windsor''s tight brow.


    "Marshal, is it not going well?"


    Farrell asked in a low voice, which awakened wendesall in his meditation. He raised his head, poured the last glass of wine into his mouth, and patted Farrell on the shoulder with a smile,


    "Don''t worry, I''ll end it. Everything will be fine. Storm kingdom is not so easy to break down


    Farrell heard something wrong from the Marshal''s tone, but as a civilian, he had no choice but to retreat quietly.


    A few minutes later, Duhan walked into the hotel with a not too new armor and a long sword with a sheath,


    "Marshal, this is the armor I used when I served in lakeside town. It..."


    "It''s great!"


    Wendesall took it over with a smile and stroked the knife mark on the armor with his hand. "I smell the breath of fighting from the armor. It''s good. I have a doomed battle today. I''ve escaped for too long. It''s time to go to the battlefield!"


    Watching wendesall skillfully put on his armor, Duhan handed over the long sword with sheath in his hand. Wendesall took it in his hand and gently drew a cold light on the edge of the sword.


    "Good, that''s what I need."


    With that, the old Marshal hung his sword on his waist, put his helmet under his arm, and strode out of the hotel.


    Outside the gate, nearly a thousand residents of Shanjin town gathered around. When wendesall, who had been in military uniform all his life, came out of the pride of the lion king, everyone cheered at this moment.


    "The marshal is really back!"


    "He will punish the nobles as he did before!"


    "Marshal, take us with you! They will hurt you! "


    Windsor saw the eyes of the civilians full of enthusiasm and worry. His cold heart seemed to be full of strength, and the civilians were not fools. Windsor did not take a soldier, but he was wearing armor and holding weapons. This was obviously wrong.


    Combined with the rumors that the upright old marshal was "invited" out of storm city a few months ago, how could the civilians not understand what happened? Marshal is going back to storm city to fight for his life!


    In recent months, the residents of storm City, the nearest town to storm City, are most aware of the changes. Although the big people usually don''t care much about the lives of the civilians, this situation has intensified in recent months. The fishman in crystal lake and the koehead in elvinson forest attacked the residents. The Sheriff even went to storm city several times in person, But no reinforcements were found, and the residents could not bear to live in such a state.


    It''s said that the bandit group of difia in the western wilderness is resurgent. There are murder cases every week, and everything is terrible.


    The arrival of wendesall ignited this kind of depression and anger. All of them cried out in unison that they wanted to go to windstorm city with marshal wendesall to find the nobles to have a good theory. But this situation made the Marshal''s eyes more painful.


    That sense of mission is stronger and stronger!


    Windsor even felt that he could survive the war and become a marshal. All this was for this day. The country was falling into darkness, but even if he risked his life, could he pull it back?


    "Enough! Everybody


    Windsor yelled, "everyone stay here, you have given me the best gift, you have given me hope! Let me do the rest! I promise you, from today on, the light of storm city will not continue to be so dim! I promise you


    "Now, it''s time for me to go! Everyone, wait for the news of victory


    Wendesall turned over and got on his horse. Duhan, who had been in military uniform all his life, was also riding on another horse. The old Marshal looked at the magistrate who was no longer young. The latter stretched out his hand and touched his son''s face. Then he turned back to wendesall and said,


    "Marshal, I''m a veteran, too! I also vowed to defend this country


    Wendesall looked at Duhan, and then at the boy with a wooden sword waving to Duhan in his mother''s arms. There was a trace of moisture in his bright eyes, but how could the veterans who were about to set foot on the battlefield need these things.


    Windsor put his helmet on his head and pulled the reins,


    "Let''s go! Target, storm city


    (the first day of the third watch! Wish you all the best!)