Dick suffered from insomnia. This was the first time he had insomnia since he time traveled. He dreamed of the dozen Elf soldiers who cut off their rear for them. He dreamed of them standing beside him covered in blood, with the sky full of Blood Red behind them. flame, that is Undead Fire, the color he hates the most. Those Warrior didn't say a word, just stared at him, with pale eyes, broken armor, and terrible scars on their bodies.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have left you there..."
"..."
"I'm sorry, I..."
Dream suddenly switched, and Dick stood among the Woodland who were fighting Marduk the Black. Like a bystander, he watched the six Paladin being knocked down by the surging Undead. They struggled desperately, but there were too many enemies. Their palms and ankles were suppressed, and finally their throats were torn open by Ghoul's black Claws.
Dick wanted to step forward to help, but his body was empty and had no strength at all. Fire of Justice also disappeared, leaving only a pair of Fist. He roared and rushed forward, but the next moment, the damn Dream switched again.
The dark Woodland, the foraging Black Serpent, and the dying Warrior. He saw him crawling forward with difficulty with his left hand. He saw the Viper's snake kiss fell on his body, and he saw himself, struggling for survival, struggling to survive, using his teeth to bite Viper clean in the silence.
"Bang!"
The darkness was shattered, like broken glass, and the inky light swallowed up all the images, leaving only Dick alone, standing in the boundless darkness, which was surging and wanted to wrap his body.
"Enough! Enough!"
Dick ran forward desperately, but there was no light and no way forward, only darkness.
"You shameless thief! You stole everything from me, you stole my life! Give it back to me, give it back to me!"
Dick's neck was strangled and his body was thrown to the ground. He watched in horror as his other self glared at Blood Red and strangled his neck fiercely, trying to strangle him to death.
"No... I didn't! You... you're dead!"
"Thief! Thief!"
"I didn't!"
"Dick...Mr. Dick! Knight Dick, what's wrong with you?"
Liadrin's voice reached Dick's ears. She tried to reach out and shake Dick, who was sweating profusely, but Paladin, who was awakened from a nightmare, was like a wild beast and grabbed. Liadrin's arm pressed High Priest under his body. He held Fire of Justice in his other hand, and the thick blue crystal Stone Hammer was about to hit the panicked Elf's head.
"No!"
Liadrin screamed in fear. This sound finally woke up Paladin who was dominated by nightmares. Dick shook his head and looked at being pinched by himself. Liadrin was on his neck, and Warhammer was on his left hand. When he woke up from his dream, he hurriedly let go of Elf's body and sat down on the ground.
His back was soaked... That dream, that dream was so weird.
"Yeah... sorry!"
Dick sat cross-legged on the ground and apologized dejectedly to Liadrin, who was also paralyzed on the ground by the fear of death. She looked at the panting Dick, and the look in her eyes softened.
Liadrin is a veteran who has experienced Troll Wars and Second War. She is very familiar with the situation of Dick. Veterans who have retired from the battlefield generally fall into nightmares. In serious cases, some even kill their family members.
Dick is already a very restrained person. Seeing Dick's face covered in cold sweat, Liadrin moved his body and gently placed Dick's head on his lap, like coaxing a child, stroking his hair while comforting him.
"Don't worry, Knight Dick, we will all go back safely, take a good rest for 20 minutes,
I'll wake you up later." This intimate gesture made Dick want to run away, but the physical and mental exhaustion made him want to stay in this warm embrace. He took a deep breath.
This time... just this time...
Dick told himself this, and then lay peacefully in Liadrin's arms. Maybe it was the Holy Light energy in Priest that made him so close. In short, he fell into a deep sleep soon.
Liadrin looked at Dick in her arms. She wiped Dick's face with her handkerchief. After wiping away the remaining blood stains on his face, she discovered that the human knight who suddenly appeared in her life was younger than she had imagined.
Just like a child.
But he is already Holy Light's Warrior. The human world is so wonderful. Liadrin recalls that when he was as old as Dick, he was still learning Elf's culture from his parents. After his parents died, he truly matured.
What about this child?
Why did he become so mature?
Suddenly, Liadrin became more and more interested in Dick's past.
When a woman is interested in a man, she is not far away from entering the man's life.
20 minutes later, Dick opened his eyes, and Liadrin was kneeling next to him, helping him wipe Fire of Justice.
Since entering Quel'Thalas, this Holy Hammer has almost been spent in battles. Even the crystals on its surface have been mottled with blood stains. However, after being wiped by Liadrin, this sky blue crystal Holy Hammer has regained the brilliance that a Artifact should have.
"Thank you, Ms. Liadrin."
Dick took out the water from Storage Backpack and poured it on his face, which made his sleepy expression slightly clearer. He reached out and took the Holy Hammer from Miss Priest and carried it behind his back.
"This is a good weapon. Even in Quel'Thalas, I have never seen a crystal with such a high affinity for Holy Light. Was it given to you by your Uther Grand Knight?"
Liadrin asked curiously, Dick shrugged,
"This is a secret! Ms. Liadrin, come with me, it's time for us to set off!"
Dick smiled at Liadrin, who rolled his eyes and chuckled,
"Just call me Liadrin."
"Okay, come with me, Liadrin, I'll take you home!"
When Dick brought Liadrin to Woodland, Myra and others were already packing up their combat equipment for the last time. The last bit of Holy Water was distributed evenly to everyone's hands. Dick didn't say anything more. He looked into everyone's eyes and raised his left hand.
"Brothers, we have come this far, what can stop us from moving forward? We used our own Operation to prove that Arthas and his Evil Burning Legion are not Invincible. They will also fail, so we will also win! Move forward! Crush everything Evil!"
Everyone cheered three times in unison, and even Sylvanas, who had always been indifferent, also raised War Bow. After a day and night of escape, these nearly 50 people were completely twisted into a rope. This is the power of sharing weal and woe.
The knights rode in two, urging Warhorse to gallop in the direction of Goldenmist Village. Sylvanas rode Warhorse alone and ran in the front. Four bundles of long arrows were hung on Warhorse. On both sides, the War Bow in their hands kept buzzing, Multi-Shot, Aimed Shot, Explosive Shot, and any Undead that would block this team would be ruthlessly shot in the head.
The exquisite archery inherited by Windrunner family was fully demonstrated at this moment.
"She's like a mobile fort!"
Dick exclaimed. Liadrin also smiled when he saw his friend who had regained his fighting spirit. Dick whipped up his horsewhip. The rested Warhorse moved faster. In the dim light of Ghostlands, Goldenmist Village was already far away.
Sylvanas is right, there is a sunken terrain there, and Goldenmist Village is located in that sunken area. Since Goldenmist Village's building is still there, so when you reach the edge of the sunken area, When the opportunity came, all the knights stopped Warhorse. If Recklessness rushed down like this, Warhorse might be injured, especially when the situation below was unknown.
"Myra, protect Priest, others follow me first!"
Dick urged the horse's reins to make Warhorse move forward slowly along the concave direction. The Goldenmist Village in front of him had turned into a ruin that had been burned by fire, but from the appearance of the ruins, one could still see how beautiful this village was when it was intact.
Sylvanas walked side by side with him. She held War Bow in her hand vigilantly. She shot a specially processed arrow into the sky. When it fell, the fire on the arrow lit up, and orange light flashed across the sky, illuminating the dark ruins.
Dick didn't even use his eyes. He felt the surge of Holy Light in his body. This was a stress response of mutual restraint of energy when approaching the energy of death. There must be an ambush ahead!
He took a deep breath, raised his left hand high,
"Follow me and charge!"
The sky blue Fire of Justice turned into a dazzling pearl under the infusion of Holy Power. Dick urged Warhorse to take the lead. He rushed into the ruins and threw two Consecration spells to both sides. The moment they landed, the blazing light rising from the ground forced the Undeads hiding in the ruins out.
All Ghoul and Skeleton Warrior, the lowest Risen did not appear at all. It seems that this is definitely Arthas for Dick and others A trap was laid. Just as Dick led the team into the rear of Goldenmist Village, the Gargoyles who dived down from Darkness Veil also started a unique attack.
These monsters accumulated Kinetic Energy in mid-air, and then launched the Talents magic - Petrification, turning their bodies into pieces of finely carved stones, making a screaming sound in the air, and smashing them down towards the rushing people.
When Sylvanas saw this scene, she flipped lightly from the Mercedes-Benz Warhorse to the ground. She placed three thick black arrows on War Bow, and aimed at the stones falling from the sky, the three long arrows roared into the sky.
Multi-Shot!
Sylvanas's body was still seriously injured, but it was not difficult for her to shoot Multi-Shot. The thick long arrow quickly split in the air, and soon turned into a dense black light heading upwards. When it collided with the Gargoyle falling from the sky, the sky seemed to be filled with multi-dimensional flashes of light.
Those were the sparks of collision. Just three arrows cleared almost a quarter of the sky.
Seeing the dense Gargoyle falling from the sky, Ranger-General drew out three arrows again, her pretty face was full of horror.
"This is the sky of Windrunner the Master. Who allowed you to open Wings?"
After three shots, the entire sky was cleared, and not a single one of the Gargoyles that landed on the ground remained. Even the monster constructs would die and collapse after their cores were destroyed, and their broken bodies became the best obstacle to Undead's progress.
Dick and the knights behind the break have built a simple Defensive Line. After Sylvanas cleared the sky, he turned around and ran towards the river bank of Goldenmist Village. She was as light as a running antelope, but just when she ran 3 steps away, a Longsword that exuded black energy and looked like a ghost claw pierced the noise of the battlefield and shot straight towards Sylvanas.
On the other side of the battlefield, a tall black figure stood up from the ruins. In his hand was a Black Rose decorated with a Longbow that was as tall as a person. The moment he appeared, all the Undeads began to roar in unison, as if to welcome the arrival of the general.
Liadrin, who was already standing by the river, felt as if she had been struck by lightning when she saw this figure. She looked at the tall and familiar figure and clasped her hands together.
"Lor'themar... Oh my God, how is this possible!"