Colonel Moore is back! -Additional update[610]
(Additional update for "Sassy XD" brothers [6/10])
"So, are you really a prophet? It doesn't look like it."
Yrel stood next to his Light-Forged Dragon partner, with his hands on his hips, looking at the little boy in front of him who had been changed into another outfit and was carrying a big bag.
Nat Parker looked only seven or eight years old, but he was actually ten years old. He was just a little thin due to malnutrition.
However, this little guy's eyes are very strange. Although they are not as exaggerated as the Velen prophet, which is as deep as the sea of stars at a glance, the eyes with a hint of turbidity in front of him are definitely not what a ten-year-old child should have.
Faced with Yrel's teasing, Nat Pagle curled his lips and whispered:
"It's strange that the "corpse" that should have fallen in the arena is talking"
"Hey, don't speak so viciously! Don't think I can't understand Northern Borderlands's dialect."
Yrel raised his fist and hit this guy on the head. He lifted Nat up and threw it on his Light-Forged Dragon saddle, while also placing various things behind the dragon.
Yrel was very open-minded about Nat's statement that she deserved to die in the arena.
She's not a fool.
She had seen that kind of vision of past destiny more than once or twice. No matter how stupid she was, she should know that her destiny had indeed been changed. What surprised her was that this little guy was quite capable.
So when the three Light-Forged Dragon took off carrying Great Uncle, Nubodon and Jaina and Prince Derek who were escorted by them, Yrel who was escorting Little Prophet couldn't help but ask:
"When did you awaken to "Prophet Vision"?"
"I don't know, maybe it was during a fishing trip?"
Nat Pagle was riding a dragon for the first time. He was a little scared and a little excited. He grabbed the dragon's saddle and looked down. Faced with Yrel's inquiry, he whispered:
"It should be the day I caught the "big fish" for the first time. It seems to be when I was five years old. It was my birthday. The old lady who had been taking care of me wanted to eat fish soup, so I went out to fish in the rain.
I caught a really big fish that day, a super big one!
But I got sick because of the rain. I had a dream. I dreamed that the old lady would be sick. I didn't take it seriously. But a month later, the old lady really got sick, just like in my dream.
That's when I knew I might be different from other people."
This child who realized the difficulty of life prematurely sighed like an adult and said:
"When the old woman died, she held my hand and told me not to let others know my dream.
I have always followed her instructions and learned to be a fisherman at Southshore. I know where there are big fish, and I can even dream about when I can catch big fish, but I don't dare to fish too much and will only take risks when I need money.
But when Magic Plague came, I saw that many people were going to die. I could only tell them to stay in the church and hide under the light, but they didn't believe it.
Later, the devil came again.
Alas.
It's like you said, so what if I'm a prophet?
The prophet can't save other people, I can't even save myself! I was separated from those refugees before, if a Dragonborn hadn't saved me, I would have died at the hands of Naga."
He paused, glanced at Yrel, and whispered:
"Are you going to kill all Dragonborn?
Please don't do this, they are not bad people, so many people are alive now in Southshore because they drove away the devil.
They just couldn't control their anger. It was not their fault, it was the evil black dragon that bewitched them.
I saw it in my dream!
That black dragon is terrifying. It will fly out from under the world with burning wings and tear the whole world apart. Even the dams of the dwarves will be broken by it, even if I have never been there."
"Then can you see Vigilant?"
Yrel blinked and said:
"If you can see me, then you must also be able to see Commander Diakum, right?"
Nat Pagle shook his head vigorously.
He said:
"There are also Dragonborn who heard that I can predict the future, so they asked me to help them find Vigilant, but I can't do it. I can't see anything related to Vigilant.
Him.
He is not in destiny, he is an "outsider"."
"We Eredar are all outsiders."
Yrel said:
"We come from the sea of stars."
"No, that's not what I meant. I mean. Forget it, I can't explain the feeling myself."
Nat Pagle rubbed his head and said:
"But I can definitely see the "handprints" on you."
"Huh? What handprint?"
Yrel looked at his armor. It had just been polished. Where were the fingerprints?
"It's a glowing handprint!"
Nat's eyes lit up and he said to Yrel:
"Many people have such fingerprints on their bodies, as if someone gave you a push at some point and helped you overcome the trap of your original fate.
You have the most fingerprints on your body!
That person has helped you more than once. Yes, those werewolves have it, the powerful Mr. White Pawn also has it, and all the Warriors under Marshal Lothar have such handprints, like Holy Light's gathered marks, only I can see them
God, I can't imagine how many people he helped, and how did he do it?
If I were as powerful as him, maybe so many people wouldn't have died before Southshore.
Can I see him this time?"
"Of course, we just want to send you there to meet Vigilant."
Yrel grinned. After flying for a few minutes, Little Hoof suddenly had a twitch in his head and asked in a low voice:
"Then can you help me check the "marriage"? I asked the prophet Velen to check it for me before, but the prophet said that the power of peering into fate cannot be used for this kind of thing. However, I just want to know who I will spend my life with in the future. This matter is very important to us Eredar.
Therefore, for the sake of me taking you on a dragon ride, please help me once."
"Ah?"
Little Nat was embarrassed.
He was a little hesitant to answer, but in the end he pointed to Great Uncle in front of him and whispered to Yrel:
"That person, he saved you. He used his own life to save you from a fate that would no longer happen, but after he died, you changed and you became terrible.
You sing the praises of Holy Light loudly, but there is a hole in your heart that can never be filled.
The louder you chant, the more extreme your mind becomes.
In the end, you became "Light's Demon" under the torture of that emptiness, and you did what even those demons could not do. You filled the whole world with Holy Light, but instead of shining, it destroyed."
"Oh, I knew it."
Yrel sighed sadly and said:
"I know that it's abnormal for me to always think about Lightforging something. I see. However, you always said that you can only see a destiny that will no longer happen. Does that mean that the original destiny has changed, right?
So, which one is better, this new destiny or the original one?"
This question made little Nat look back at Yrel in astonishment, the light in his eyes was like looking at a big fool.
After confirming that Yrel was not a joke, the ten-year-old child said tiredly:
"You've survived and you're still asking this stupid question? I just said that so many people have the fingerprint of Holy Light on their bodies. Guess what would have happened to these people without that fingerprint?
They will all die.
Some people may even encounter things more terrifying than death.
It was one nightmare after another in my heart. I used to resist falling asleep because I didn't want to dream about them, but now I know that I will never dream about bad luck again."
Yrel also feels that he asked a stupid question.
She was a little embarrassed, so she didn't speak for the rest of the journey. The Light-Forged Dragons flew very fast, and the straight-line distance from Southshore to Gilneas Peninsula was not far. A few hours later, they arrived at the Gilneas coast.
The moment he looked at Gilneas City from afar, the light in Little Nat's eyes became brighter and brighter. He even stood up on the dragon's back, grabbed the spikes of Light-Forged Dragon and looked forward.
"What did you see? So happy?"
Yrel asked.
"Sun!"
Nat murmured:
"A golden sun is shining here! Can't you see it?
Those golden lights are dispersing the darkness shrouded in this land. Those lights are raging, like thousands of troops conquering the Gilneas land. Every minute and every second, the hidden darkness screams and is ignited.
And the angels are singing to the sun.
Those darknesses are trembling.
They are afraid of him!
They are running away, they are cursing him!
Not good
There are shadows gathering, they are too scared, so they want to put out the sun, Vigilant is in danger, he can't go any further, Lordaeron City There is a black hole there! There will swallow his light.
Ah, I see so many new destinies, so many!"
Little Nat screamed, covered his eyes and passed out, being hugged tightly by Yrel.
Little Hoof's heart was beating wildly now. She heard the prophecy "Little Prophet". Although it may not be accurate, Vigilant is in danger, and the danger lies in Lordaeron City.
Can't let him go there!
We have to call Twins Archbishop and Archbishop Nali over quickly. Only they can stop Commander Diakum.
"Ah, Hillsbrad Foothills, I, Blackmoore, am back!"
With a vent-like roar, Colonel Blackmoore, who was standing on a Steam Tank, finally expressed his many inner feelings. He recalled the time when he left here in despair, and now he is leading the army back to his hometown.
A feeling of "walking in brocade at night" surged in the werewolf colonel's heart.
That's right, Colonel Blackmoore wanted to make progress too much, so after the battle of Westfall, he went to worship Goldrinn's shrine, embraced the werewolf blessing and joined Bloodfang Wolf Pack.
Relying on the werewolf's powerful combat effectiveness and its own tactical acumen, it has repeatedly made outstanding achievements in the Redridge Mountains war.
The "Stonewall Brigade" led by it fought almost all over the southern part of the continent, and took the lead in the recent two battles of recovering Menethil Harbor and Stromgarde. Finally, yesterday, Marshal Lothar personally issued the colonel's military badge.
The marshal also made a generous promise!
As long as he can make meritorious service in the Hillsbrad Foothills war, a Commodore position is indispensable for him.
Sure enough, this choice is more important than hard work. If I had stayed at the Lordaron Kingdom, how could I have been promoted to my current position like a rocket in just over half a year?
When his father was at his most prosperous, he was just an Commodore in charge of logistics. How could he compare to a general leading troops like himself?
However, after all, he is a highly motivated commander and will not dwell on the glory of the past. Although ambitious undertakings are worth looking forward to, only by doing his part well can he be qualified to seize the future.
Therefore, when Stonewall Brigade stepped into Hillsbrad Foothills as a vanguard and camped under a hill, Blackmoore immediately threw himself into the subsequent combat deduction.
As a vanguard, it already knows the news that Southshore has been captured, which means that it must find a strong enough garrison for the Seventh Legion before the marshal's army arrives. It is best to have both offensive and defensive capabilities and a certain strategic significance.
After choosing and choosing, the werewolf colonel finally determined his goal:
"Durnholde Keep, this is it!"
It pointed at the battle map with its sharp claws and said to several commanders under its command:
"This castle is across a river from Tarren Mill, the military town of the Lordaeron people. Its terrain is just right to guard the mountain road leading to Aerie Peak. Once it is captured, the marshal's army can advance to attack Tarren Mill, and retreat to Wildhammer Dwarves's territory to rest.
After capturing this castle, Wildhammer Dwarves's Gryphon Riders will no longer have any worries and can fully assist us in continuing our fight to the north."
"But Colonel, Durnholde Keep is notoriously easy to defend and difficult to attack."
The dwarf officer commanding a dozen dwarf Steam Tank scratched his head and said:
"That castle used to be the local defense center. Together with Southshore and Tarren Mill, it formed a triangle of defense. When the demons attacked, the castle did not fall, and Dragonborn also reinforced it.
With the firepower we have on hand, it will be difficult to take it down in a short time."
"So you need to use some "strategy"."
Blackmoore scratched his furry chin with his paw and said:
"I am a local, so I know that the legendary Ravenholdt Manor is actually in the mountains near Durnholde Keep. Those assassins have been fighting between us and Lordaeron. Their positions are wavering, but their hidden strength in the local area is very scary.
If you can get the help of Ravenholdt, it will be easy to win Durnholde Keep.
You have to find a way to connect with them.
The marshal only gave us five days. We have to make some achievements, otherwise we will just be jealous when others get promoted.
Do the scouts in our army have access to Ravenholdt?"
"I'll go ask."
A human hunter captain said:
"But I advise you not to have too much confidence. Even among thieves, there are ranks. Ravenholdt Assassin's League is undoubtedly the "noble in black" among thieves. People may not necessarily think highly of us."
"Oh, they can look down on us, but they must realize the general trend now!"
In this regard, Colonel Blackmoore is very confident.
It waved its paw and said:
"Even us top soldiers know that the marshal's advantage is getting bigger and bigger. Southshore has been captured. Hillsbrad Foothills will be recovered in the middle of this month.
The assassins can certainly eat both sides, but when they need to take sides like this, they can't help but play both sides.
They have missed the best moment to surrender!
Every extra day it drags on, the less benefit they can get. Believe me, the master assassins are all smart people, and they will take the right approach."
"Colonel! This letter was left in our logistics tent and is addressed to you."
An army cook rushed into the tent, waving a letter. The werewolf colonel came forward to take it, opened it and looked at it. A look of "Sure enough" suddenly appeared on the ferocious wolf's face.
He handed the letter to the other commanders, grinned and said:
"The assassins are anxious, what do I mean? Their vacillation has brought them trouble! King Terenas is also worried that Ravenholdt will defect to us, so they have taken action in advance. Their manor has been occupied by Dragonborn.
The famous "Duke" Master Ravenholdt became a lost dog.
The letter said it in a grand tone, but in fact it has reduced to the point where I, a little colonel, need help.
Ha, brothers, you must clearly understand the general trend. No matter how strong your personal abilities are, you will still be crushed if you stand on the wrong side of history.
What happened to this group of assassins is the best example."
"But could it be a trap?"
The human hunter captain whispered:
"If the opponent surrenders to Dragonborn, this is a typical surrender tactic. They say they can help us open the door of Durnholde Keep, but if we rush in and they close the door, wouldn't we be annihilated?
It's only a small thing for us to die ourselves. If we miss Marshal Lothar's big event, we will be in trouble."
"So, I'll take people there!"
Colonel Blackmoore squinted its eyes, like a hungry wolf ready to hunt, and said to the other people in the tent:
"You set up a position outside the city. If I fail to come out, you will attack by force! If I successfully take over the city gate, you will organize an attack with tanks and heavy artillery."
"No! How can the chief officer Charge himself?"
The others immediately shook their heads.
I thought Colonel Blackmoore that your "motivation" is too strong. Now that you have reached this status, you really shouldn't risk your life, but the werewolf colonel has his own determination and plan.
It grinned and said:
"When I was just a young sergeant, I met a strange little boy while relaxing at Southshore. He caught a big fish but was almost dragged into the water.
I saved him and he said he would repay me.
A few days later, the kid came to me and told me that one day I would definitely become a majestic general in Durnholde Keep! At the time, I just thought those were auspicious words from a silly kid, but now I don't think so."
Blackmoore bared its teeth and stared, it patted the military map and said loudly:
"Durnholde Keep is my "blessed place". I will definitely win here, but I will not enjoy this glory alone. The entire Stonewall Brigade will share this victory.
What is a general?
The general is just Qidian!
The empire has a vast territory, with more than a dozen provinces from south to north. Marshal Lothar In the future, several marshal positions will inevitably be placed to take charge of wars in various places. My ambitions are not big. I will be satisfied if I can be an honorary marshal in the empire's territory, even in border areas.
I have become a marshal, and you are all generals!
A great future is right in front of us. If we still cherish our lives at this time, then what future is there to talk about?
We are going to do big things, brothers, listen to me!
Let Warrior have a good rest today, prepare tomorrow, and attack the city tomorrow night! Capture Durnholde Keep and light up everyone's future!"
This guy is really a good instigator. He said that everyone in the camp was breathing heavily, and even the dwarves stood on their chairs and waved their fists.
The military morale is available, which makes Colonel Werewolf very satisfied.
But there was something subtle about it, so he decided to go and meet the Ravenholdt envoy at the agreed place first.
A few hours later, Blackmoore met Assassin's League's envoy in a hilly and dense forest. The envoy didn't talk nonsense. After agreeing on an agreed time, Durnholde Keep's troop layout was given, as well as the commander's residence and other information.
But after the blending between the two parties ended, the assassin reminded:
"Taking down the castle is not the end, it is just the beginning. We have received accurate information that Lordaron Kingdom will make big moves in the next few days. We don't know the specific details, but the eyeliner only reminds us to "be careful of dreams"."
"Huh?"
The werewolf colonel widened his eyes and asked:
"What does this mean? Can't you even sleep?"
"Don't be too dead when you go to bed at night. It's best not to dream."
The assassin on the other side said in a cold tone:
"Although the information sent by the informant is small, it has not been missed, so you'd better be careful and don't have a bad result of taking the castle but being destroyed in a dream."
"Although it doesn't sound like a nice thing to say, I still appreciate the reminder."