Early the next morning, Liadrin woke up from the deepest sleep. When she saw the busy figure beside the bed, her first reaction was to draw her sword!
However, she didn't have a sword in her hand, and her touch was empty. She suddenly woke up from the deep Dream. She shook her head, her head was still a little dazed, but Paladin finally figured out the current situation. She looked at the familiar room, which should be First Defensive Line's Camp, and she turned her gaze to that surprising and exquisite face.
"Liadrin sister, wake up!"
Jaina helped Liadrin's arm and shook it twice like a little girl. Ms. High Elf was still a little dazed. She looked at Jaina and then rubbed her forehead vigorously.
"What the hell is going on? I remember, Arthas..."
"Dick saved you!"
Jaina picked up the handkerchief dipped in water with concern and wiped it on Liadrin's forehead. The cold touch made Paladin's brain suddenly stimulated, and she showed a smile.
"Dick went to rescue me?"
"Yes, he is alone! He took four strange guys and carried you unconscious back to Camp this morning!"
Jaina brought the still hot breakfast to Liadrin from the table next to him, sat beside Paladin's bed, thoughtfully put a pillow behind Liadrin's back, and fed her with a ladle.
"Mr. Erigor has brought Priest over to see you. You are very weak now, and the Holy Light in your body has been washed away by the dark power. However, it has not caused any harm to you, so you can recover in a few days!"
"Arthas... he didn't hurt me..."
Liadrin chewed the food and reached out to touch her arm. Apart from weakness, she found no other scars. Then she felt relieved. There was an inexplicable sweetness in her heart. She looked up at Jaina.
"What about Dick?"
"He, he is talking to those four weird guys. Herod is guarding the side with someone, not allowing anyone to pass by. It's quite mysterious."
On the other side, at the First Defensive Line headquarters, Dick is sitting on a chair with a bandage on his right hand. This is when Demon Hunter transformed from Illidan. Regarding the burns on his body, although there is feedback from Bloody Oak's Life Force, the injuries on the surface of the body are not so easy to remove, but it is not serious.
Eligor stood next to Dick, holding the sword of Rivendell. On the other side was the green dragon lady Lord Deliathera in a green dress. She was Dick's bodyguard. After all, facing four and a half heroic warlocks, no amount of precaution could be too much.
Herod and First Expeditionary Force's elite knights were guarding the door. With just one order, Paladins and Quel'Thalas's Mages swarmed in. The four guys can be trapped here just by using numbers, and they have already made greetings to Orcs. Once Defensive Line calls for help, Wolf Riders and Varok can arrive as quickly as possible.
In short, the dragnet has been laid, and Dick has no need to doubt that these four guys can leave here safe and sound.
In fact, these four mysterious Warlocks in green cloaks seemed to have no intention of leaving. Although they seemed very weak when facing Illidan, after Dick's later invitation was sent, they still followed Dick to the First Expeditionary Army's Defensive Line.
"Well, let's have a frank talk, gentlemen! Oh, by the way, there's this lady."
Dick held Ebony Smoking Pipe in his mouth and inhaled lightly. The sandalwood-scented smoke buried his face in the smoke of Gray.
"Where are you from? What organization do you belong to? What is the purpose of coming to Mount Hyjal? Tell me."
"I think there is no need for us to tell you this, General Dick of First Expeditionary Force, Savior of Quel'Thalas, Star of Hope of Silver Hand, the world we live in,
There is no intersection at all." The four women in Warlock coldly reached out and picked up the tea cup on the table. Dick noticed that she was wearing black leather gloves on her arms, which seemed to be deliberately covering up something. However, in the face of Dick's inquiry, she chose to refute it mercilessly.
Even Ms. Green Dragon, who is not familiar with the world, can hear the deep disdain in this voice.
Dick was not angry, he said with a smile on his face,
"No, no, no, ladies and gentlemen, you probably don't understand your situation. I'm not asking you questions now. Friends, you have no right to refuse, do you understand?"
"Quack, quack, just this little Green Dragon, and those local chickens and dogs outside?"
Gnomes Warlock, who has a bad personality, is holding a weird Engineering device in his hand. He is playing with it and letting out a nasty laugh.
"Paladin, I don't think it's you who can't understand the situation! You will never know what kind of power we have. This power is enough..."
"No! No! No! No!"
Four sounds of weapons being unsheathed interrupted Gnomes Warlock's bragging. Thirteen Wardens jumped out from the shadow in groups of three, using sharp Warglaives with blood stains and inexplicable coldness to resist everyone present. Maiev stuck on Gnomes The emerald green cold Dagger on Warlock's neck also pushed Gnomes's words back into his stomach.
Dick still had that smiling expression. He snapped his fingers and pointed his right hand at these indifferent Owl Helm Wardens women,
"Let me introduce to you, these are Wardens, the mysterious power of the ancient Night Elf passed down from thousands of years ago, and the deadliest Hunter in the darkness. Guess what kind of enemies they face the most?"
"The smell of mice is disgusting. I remember three years ago, I killed a guy dressed like you at Westfall. What was his name? Walsha? Or Walls?"
Maiev was very cooperative and took a picture of Gnomes with Dagger Warlock's face, that little face has turned pale with fright. Although this little Gnomes has a very crazy tone, he still inherits all Gnomes's character weaknesses and is extremely afraid of death. Even though they are all Half-Hero level Warlock, facing Wardens, an assassination profession that cannot be judged by common sense at all, and with an absolute advantage in numbers, survival or death is really just a matter of a moment.
After all, this is the real world. There is no such thing as cutting one's throat and continuing to fight vigorously for 300 rounds.
"You are talking about Walshas, Stormwind City. The most famous master Warlock was assassinated three years ago when Westfall was traveling. We once thought that it was SI:7, I didn't expect that old pervert to die in the hands of the famous Wardens. Amazing! Amazing... But do I know how Walshas provoked you?"
After ten seconds of silence, the leader of the four took off the green hood on his head. Dick once thought it was a Orcs because he was too tall, but at this moment, he discovered that it turned out to be a human, a very rare black-haired Black Eyes human.
Facing the question of human Warlock, Maiev looked at him with disgust, and a low voice came from below Owl Helm,
"That scumbag committed a heinous crime in Brightwood. At least three Elf travelers died in his hands after being humiliated. No one can get away with it after hurting innocent Elf, no one!"
The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, and then was broken by the voice of Dick.
"Okay, friends! Stop saying these unpleasant things and answer my questions, friends. I don't want anyone to get hurt. Do you understand?"
Human Warlock glanced at Dick, and Paladin found that green light spots flashed in the deepest part of his eyes. After pondering for a few seconds, he spoke,
"Our organization cannot tell you, but I can say that it is currently Azeroth The four of us are responsible for the Warlock organization in Dark World. I am responsible for Stormwind, and Wilfred is responsible for Ironforge, Rethsin is hiding in the newly built City of Orcs. As for Bijucca, her situation is quite special, she is a..."
"A self-aware Undead, right?"
Dick turned his attention to the lady who pulled down the hood again. In fact, when human Warlock said Wilford Ray's name, Dick knew where they came from.
"Council of Six Daggers" is an organization that was born more than ten years later. It is indeed, as humans say, the strongest Warlock organization of Azeroth. It is also called "Darkreavers". There are very few people, but every one of them is a real Elite. Even the little Gnomes Wilfred will become Argent Dawn Northern Expedition 7 years later. When he was Lich King, he also single-handedly summoned an Epic Hero-level Demon Lord. Although he was killed after the backlash, this also proved the strength of Wilfred.
As for Bijucca, this woman is a Undead. Dick, who has played the Warlock profession, also knows this. However, when he told this secret, the woman's body could not help but tremble.
Obviously, her previous indifference was all pretended. As a Undead, surrounded by hundreds of Paladin, that kind of Despair Dick couldn't even imagine.
Dick turned his attention to human Warlock again.
"If I guess correctly, you should be Kanrethad Ebonlocke, the eldest son of the famous Duke Ebonlocke, who disappeared in an accident. You also have a sister, her name is..."
"Althea, the apple of the family's eye, if you dare to go against her, I swear!"
Human Warlock, whose hidden identity was exposed, could not maintain his indifferent face, and his emotions became excited. Even under Wardens's suppression, he still Rage, like a wild Wolf King.
"I swear I will do everything I can to destroy everything you have!"
Dick spread his hands,
"Relax, relax! My friend, I'm not going to do anything bad to anyone, so can we have a really friendly chat?"
"Fur..."
Kanrethad nodded, he let out a sigh of relief, and glanced at Dick fearfully,
"Our mission is to capture the powerful Demon for more in-depth research. Mannoroth, Tichondrius, and Skull of Gul'dan are all our goals, but unfortunately, both missions were destroyed by you! So we plan to return to Eastern Kingdoms. The current world is too peaceful, and it is not the time for us to appear."
Dick tapped his fingers on the table. He closed his eyes and thought. A few minutes later, when the atmosphere in the room became heavy again, Dick opened his eyes and said,
"I need your strength!"
"What?"
"I need the power of Warlock to enslave Demon! And I can create opportunities for you. Three powerful Demon are waiting for you to enslave. When they launch an attack on Defensive Line, that's your chance!"
Dick's face became serious. He looked at Kanrethad and narrowed his eyes.
"Listen up, Warlocks, just like before, I'm not asking for your advice. You'd better do as I say. After this mission is completed, we will break up. I will not reveal your existence, and you'd better not come to me. Do you understand?"
Four Warlock you look at me, I look at you, finally Kanrethad answered,
"We need a moment to discuss."
"Okay! You have one hour!"
Dick stood up, he waved his hand, and the Wardenss dived into the shadows one after another. When Maiev left, he stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Dick's eyes, which meant that Dick owed her once.
Just as Paladin was leaving the house, Kanrethad suddenly said,
"General Dick, I have a message for you, in the name of our "friendship"."
"Huh?"
"Your home, Silver Hand, the situation there recently is not good! There is Demon, I mean, a very powerful one, who is eyeing your Order of Knights, so if I were you, I wouldn't stay here Foreign Land for too long."