Northrend Continent, Silver League camp, central tavern.
At night, the busiest place in the entire camp is this large tavern.
Except for a small number of Paladin and Priest who persist in ascetic life and are not interested here, after a busy day, everyone's first choice for entertainment and relaxation is here.
It's true that Tirion is a noble Paladin who is full of a sense of justice, but he also needs to eat, and his Argent Crusade also needs to eat, so you don't have to stop doing these worldly things if you don't like them.
The Central Tavern can contribute at least several thousand gold coins to Argent Crusade every night, which is a lot of money for Argent Crusade, who has all the people in the army.
What, you said Paladins shouldn't take gold coins so seriously?
Are you kidding? This is a gold coin! This is fate!
Without these miscellaneous sources of income, all members of Argent Crusade had to drink northwest wind the next day.
The tavern opened by Paladin is no different from other taverns on the continent. At most, the overall decoration is more conservative and rigorous, and the style is not that cheerful.
But what's the problem? After a few cups of Thunder Ale, you can get high even in a solemn monastery.
The tavern was as noisy as ever, with adventurers from all over the world and soldiers on leave from Northern Expeditionary Force coming and going in the wide hall, and there was a huge crowd.
The second floor is quieter. It is a private room suitable for chatting and the charges are more expensive. Therefore, unless they are pursuing girls, not many people are willing to come to the second floor to be taken advantage of.
"The trial that day didn't give me a chance to satisfy my curiosity, so... I'm very curious, Oscar, what is it that you are most afraid of?"
Paltrice took a sip of the lighter sparkling cider and looked at the dishonest dwarf sitting opposite with a smile.
"Ah... Regarding this issue, I... Well... Of course I am not afraid of anything, haha! I have no fear! Have I told you that I met Titan God?"
Paltrice shook his head, "I only heard that Divine Venerable Sargeras helped you modify your weapon."
Oscar immediately perked up, or maybe he was changing the topic.
"That was, during the Dark Tides period of the Orcs war, I was hated because I said Dark Queen Sylvanas had a bad temper and couldn't get married. Hey... that petty girl!"
"Then Titan Divine Venerable learned about this and was very angry. In order to avenge Sylvanas, he sent thousands of Crusaders to arrest me!"
Paltrice smiled and listened quietly to Oscar's story about the past in which some details had been tampered with.
"But I wasn't afraid. I said at that time, don't move, I will leave by myself! Then I followed them to Stormwind City and met Titan Divine Venerable."
"Titan Divine Venerable was impressed by my backbone and neither arrogance nor humility. He personally untied me, and then insisted on helping me transform Dustbringer. When I refused, he still got in trouble with me!"
"That's it. Then why is it slightly different from what I heard? I heard that you learned that Crusaders was looking for you all over the world and ran faster than anyone else." Paltrice covered his mouth and chuckled.
"Ahaha... Rumors! They are all rumors! Let me tell you about my legendary experience of yelling at Tirisfal Glades angrily at Deathwing."
After another cup of Thunder Ale, Oscar became unrestrained and insisted on continuing to tell his old stories to Paltrice.
Paltrice's face turned serious at this time.
"Why... why don't you tell me the story about you and the mage's younger son from the Mograine family? You are so famous now and respected by all adventurers, but you have never mentioned that past event, have you?"
Oscar stiffened for a moment and slowly lowered the wine glass in his hand.
"I... that incident was not a commendable experience, and I... don't want to mention it or think about it."
Paltrice nodded, "I understand, an experience that you deliberately chose to forget, I think... that's where your fear lies, right?"
"The world only knows that you died fighting in Andorhal, and you also..."
"That's enough."
Oscar said calmly.
After gulping down the ale in the cup, the dwarf showed a somewhat forced smile.
"Ah... I think this is enough for today. We can meet again another day."
Paltrice shook his head and looked directly at Oscar.
"Everyone has their own fears, and if you don't overcome them and instead choose to keep running away, it will only become your Achilles' heel."
"Then what do you want me to say? Do you want to hear that story? Okay, so what if I tell you." Oscar sat down again and stared at Paltrice.
"Because of my self-confidence and in search of excitement, I took Xavius to Andorhal to hunt high-level Undead. Then we met Arthas and his Endless army, we died there, Xavius exploded into ashes because of Arcane, but I became Death Knight and continue to exist in this world, that's it, are you satisfied?"
Paltrice immediately shook his head, "So you think this is your fault? You killed the mage who had great trust in you, but you continued to exist in a different way. This slowly became your fear? Are you afraid to think about it, are you afraid to face him?"
"I should have stopped him. He should not have ended up like that. He should have become a powerful Lich and continued to survive."
"You have entered a misunderstanding, Oscar." Paltrice looked at the dwarf in front of him with soft eyes, "You are using your current vision and knowledge to think about the past you, and the past you knew nothing about this. A glorious death in battle was the best ending that could be imagined at that time."
Looking at Oscar who was a little loose, Paltrice stood up, grabbed the dwarf and walked out.
"Where are we going?"
"Proving ground."
The Crusader Trial field was empty at night, and Oscar stood in the center of the field with a begging look on his face.
"No, I don't want to do this... it's useless..."
"No further nonsense, let's get started."
Paltrice raised his staff, and a strange Shadow Magic shot towards Oscar, then enveloped the entire dwarf.
"Confront... your fear, conquer it, overcome it."
Oscar was trembling all over. He looked at the human being made of shadow energy in front of him, and a facial feature that he did not dare to think about or face appeared in front of him.
"Oscar... I trust you, obey your words, and am willing to be your little follower, but you... killed me!"
The fearful illusion of Xavius*Mograine roared at Oscar, then raised the staff in his hand and fired a Arcane Barrage towards Oscar.
Oscar was suddenly blown away and fell heavily to the ground.
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't know... I didn't mean to..."
Boom!
Another burst of Arcane Barrage.
"Just vent, you deserve it."
Boom!
"That's almost enough... I really hug you..."
Boom!
"It's not over yet! I've been in so much pain, and I've made atonement for my sins to you so devoutly, you kid..."
Boom!
"Your grandma is a piece of shit! You are not that kid Xavius at all. Even if he has resentment, it is only against that bastard Lich King!"
Oscar was angry, took out Dustbringer from his waist, put on a layer of magic absorption shield, and rushed forward.
Goodbye, my friend.
I will inherit your will, your fearlessness, and take revenge on Lich King.
Don't blame me, I believe you won't blame me either.
I am Oscar* Flash Diamond, your death will become my endless motivation.
Farewell, Andorhal.
Farewell, Xavius.
Under Oscar's most powerful ice dragon breath, the fearful illusion dissipated into starlight dots of shadow energy.
The dwarf stood there quietly, thinking for a while, and then shrugged, showing the proud look of being the best in the world again.
"Okay, good sister over there, you tortured me so much tonight, shouldn't it be time for me to torture you too? If you want me to tell you, let's go find an uninhabited tent and come directly..."
Oscar said, immediately opened his arms and assumed a posture of "I want to fly".
However, Holy Light Torrent did not appear, Paltrice smiled and shook his head.
"Then you have to beat me first and then tell me. You haven't told me the story of your decisive battle at Tirisfal Glades with Deathwing yet."
Oscar smiled and made an exaggerated invitation gesture.
"Then, Paltrice Priest, can we continue?"
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