Eastweald is one of the only three remaining territories of the extinct Lordaeron. Even when the adjacent West Darrowmere has been completely occupied by Undead, it can still maintain tranquility and peace. Of course, as a war zone, it is no longer suitable for civilians to survive.
The entire Eastweald residents have been escorted by Order of the Silver Hand reserve knights through the Lake Darrowmere, passing by Chillwind Camp, and sent to Hillsbrad Foothills. New homes have been rebuilt in the Tarren Mill and the dilapidated Durnholde areas.
Since there are too many refugees, Hillsbrad Foothills, which is not considered fertile, cannot bear so many civilians. Therefore, under the leadership of Lordaeron Crown Princess Caliea Menethil, the first batch of immigrant fleets have already gone to the Western Continent under the escort of the fleet of the human Ocean country Kul Tiras. Kalimdor.
This Operation is said to have obtained the leader Dalaran, Archmage With the strong support of Antonidas, after the death of his old friend King Terenas, the stubborn Archmage finally remembered the words of the mysterious Black-Robed Prophet. He even deliberately sent his proud disciple, Princess of Kul Tiras Jaina Proudmoore, the newly built human country Theramore in the Western Continent, is in charge of the national Archmage.
Of course, this Operation is still in the planning stage. With the help of Princess Caliea and some old officials of Lordaeron who escaped, it is said that those immigrants have already built the first town in the Western Continent.
But these things, to be honest, have nothing to do with Warrior who are still stuck in Eastweald.
Whoosh!
Blood Red's sword edge passed through the body of the tall Death Knight, knocking it away from Skeletal Warhorse. To ordinary people, this seemingly invincible and powerful Necromancer could only be like a lamb to be slaughtered, letting the Warriors chop it down when faced with a force stronger than them.
Darion looked back at Recruits, who had formed a small formation and was fighting Undead who had broken into the Sorido River, and then focused on Death Knight who was getting up from the ground.
He tightened his grip on the Blade of Wrath in his hand. The arc-shaped blade, like the sharp Chop Axe, flashed a glint of light, and the entire sword body buzzed.
Darion grinned helplessly and gave a silly smile to Death Knight, who was waiting for him.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to play with you for a while longer, but Old Geezer got angry, so please... go to hell!"
Being able to become Death Knight means that this Necromancer already has a certain amount of Wisdom. He stared at Darion, completely confused as to what this guy was talking about.
But the next moment, Darion suddenly disappeared under his Undead Fire gaze. Death Knight was startled, and then felt a sharp blade passing through his body, like a sharp Paper Cutter was scratching a piece of paper. He looked down blankly and saw that an "X"-shaped scar had appeared on his chest. The wound was exposed. The turbid Black Mist tried to repair his body, but a trace of bloody power prevented the wound from healing.
Behind him, Darion stopped from the rapid Charge and took a deep breath. The buzzing of the Blade of Wrath in his hand had stopped. After Execute killed the enemy who was not interested at all, the wild Warrior blade also stopped.
Darion carried Blade of Wrath behind his back. Brother Dick had told him a long time ago that Artifact was different from ordinary weapons. It has its own will, especially Blade of Wrath, its predecessor Strom’kar the Warbreaker, which is the weapon that carries the will of the first human being, King, and its will is particularly violent.
When faced with this low-level Death Knight, Blade of Wrath will become anxious. What it longs for is always a real battle, not this kind of playing tricks.
Darion's current strength is still too weak to control the will of Blade of Wrath, so he can only play the same role as "Sword Attendant". Fortunately, Blade of Wrath has also inherited the loyalty of Strom’kar.
It will not actively abandon Darion. If Darion encountered a Runeblade like "Apocalypse", I am afraid that its soul would have been directly devoured long ago.
Darion's name for Blade of Wrath is also very interesting. He doesn't know why, but calls it "Old Geezer". The weirdest thing is that Blade of Wrath doesn't seem to object to this name.
"Close the team! Check the battlefield for the last time!"
Darion shouted to the Recruitss behind him and rode on his silver Warhorse. The Recruitss who had just experienced the fight were not panicked. They followed the teachings of the veterans and carefully searched for anything valuable on the battlefield.
For Stratholme Regiment who just took over Ghostlands's Deatholme Fortress, everything is in short supply.
The power Kael'thas has now is just knowing the hundreds of thousands of Undead and Demon who were left behind by Arthas in Quel'Thalas, as well as the who took advantage of the chaos to riot. Amani Trolls was reluctant. As part of the "agreement", Stratholme Regiment under Dick was forced to divide one-third of its strength and stationed it in Deatholme Fortress at the southernmost point of Ghostlands.
This is a good thing for Dick, but for the Commanders of Warband, it is a very bad thing.
Because their subordinates are once again full of Recruits eggs that are useless except for Stamina. Fortunately, except for Crusader's Hold and Chillwind Camp, they are never good. In addition to the fierce battles that will be missing, the Undead and Cultists teams who secretly sneak into Eastweald to cause destruction can also be practiced by these Recruitss.
The war in West Darrowmere is so intense that Order of the Silver Hand has even begun to send special personnel to recruit Champion who are willing to join the army in the distant Kingdom of Stormwind. Undead people have never been afraid of wars of attrition, so if we send these stupid young men to the battlefield and make their death meaningful, we must prepare Holy Water and defensive armor for them.
Or use a more direct method to turn them into Paladin!
This is also the activity that Dick has been carrying out secretly after returning to Stratholme headquarters.
Although Stratholme Regiment is affiliated with Order of the Silver Hand, to be honest, in the absence of the two leaders Uther and Alexandros, it is simply impossible to rely on Dathrohan, who has an extraordinary relationship with Dick, to suppress him.
And Dick also has a legitimate reason to do this: he is being ordered to train a batch of Elven Paladin for Quel'Thalas.
Sin'dorei Phoenix Knights, or as Dick is called, Blood Knights.
"Idiot! Open your arms! Straighten them! Didn't you have lunch?"
With his muscular upper body exposed, his chest covered with terrible scars, wearing a pair of military trousers and leather boots, with a nondescript red cloak on his back and a big bald head, instructor Recruits looks like Demon Like E, he was carrying Headsman's Axe, which was shining with yellow light, and holding a whip in his hand, walking back and forth among the trembling Recruits.
If he saw any recruit whose movements were not standard, he would whip the whip with great force. The person who was whipped would often roll to the ground in pain, but he would not dare to cry out. According to the instructor's temper, if he moaned, he would receive a more terrifying whipping.
Anyway, the interns Priest from Holy Light Monastery and Light's Hope Chapel are standing by, and no one will be killed no matter how hard they fight.
"Look at how stupid you are! Letting you go to the battlefield will only cost you your life!"
The instructor like Demon returned to the front of the crowd and looked at the more than twenty Recruits in front of him with disdain. His gaze was like a sharp blade. One look at you will make you tremble with fear. However, this momentum is not a brave and ruthless momentum, but a murderous aura accumulated from countless times on the battlefield. This is why no one will express any objection even after undergoing such rigorous training.
Standing in front of them is Silver Hand, the famous fighting Hero, Stratholme Regiment's first Champion, Major Herod, one of the civilian Hero who was given the surname "Dawnbringer" by Princess Caliea, is considered the number one figure in the entire Northern Frontier.
"Now, dismissal! Go and eat! Equestrian training will begin in 2 hours!"
Although Herod cursed harshly, in fact, he was very satisfied with this group of Recruitss who were carefully selected from the Eastweald militia organization.
He is a pure Warrior, a knight who was born and died on the battlefield. As a veteran of Stratholme Regiment, he could have used a better future and earned the surname "Dawnbringer" in the same way. But he was transferred to Tirisfal Theater, where the war was in full swing, as Erigor, to be a senior Commander, but he refused the appointment, he just wanted to stay at Stratholme Regiment.
This civilian Paladin, who was born as an orphan, stubbornly believes that this is his home, even though he was born in Lakeshire of Kingdom of Stormwind.
"Hi, Herod, are you training Recruits again?"
Darion came over with his Helm in his arms and greeted Herod in a friendly manner. The young master of Mograine's family still admired this fighting Hero. Although Artifact was in his hand, he still couldn't defeat Herod. After all, he was only 19 years old, more than 4 years younger than Dick, and he was still an adult.
"You should call me sir! You silly monkey!"
Herod laughed and hugged Darion's neck, strangled him hard, then let go and patted his shoulder.
"Come on, follow me to see the regiment leader. It is said that the Commander of those Elfs will arrive today. It is said that they are still our former comrades."
"Oh! You are talking about Knight Myra! I know him, he and brother Dick defeated Arthas in Quel'Thalas, wow! How cool!"
Darion happily shook Fist, and when he mentioned Dick, he called him "big brother", and his eyes were full of admiration. However, Herod, who knew the inside story, did not feel disappointed, but shook his head, and walked towards the headquarters with excited Darion.
Dick's situation is actually not as good as Darion imagined. To be precise, he is terrible!
"Lord's Power Infusion... The remaining time is 96 hours, 45 minutes and 13 seconds..."
This is the current state of Dick. Although he has long known that going from Rare Elite Rank Ascension to Lord Rank is a big improvement, he did not expect that the process would be so Pain.
After fainting at Kael'thas's coronation Coronation Ceremony that day, he was immediately sent back to Stratholme, but a full ten days had passed. His whole body's strength had been sealed, all Holy Power's were sealed, and all his skills could not be used. He looked like an ordinary person with no strength.
Dick knows that this is Lord's Power transforming his body, but he absolutely does not want to experience this process again. Although he knows that when High Lord Ascension Hero Rank, he will probably feel uncomfortable again, but that will be in the future.
Jaina Young Lady has been taking good care of Dick in the past ten days, but as a top noble from Princess, you can't expect Young Lady to be very good at taking care of people. Dick took her heart, but starting from the next day, the job of taking care of Dick was completely left to another woman.
"Come on, Mr. Dick, open your mouth!"
With a gentle voice, a charming expression, and an incomparable beauty, Dick sat on the chair and hummed. Looking at the cheek that could be broken by blows, endless troubles surged in his mind.
Dick knew that he had unlocked a "Follower" template after completing Quel'Thalas's large-scale mission, but he really didn't know that the first Follower he unlocked turned out to be this troublesome lady.
Liadrin Delor, High Priest, who had a mental breakdown because of being shot by Lor'themar, inexplicably became his own Follower. What's more terrible is that the two people's Fate have been tied together by the mysterious power of Norgannon.
Liadrin knew all his secrets except for his rebirth. Her own life form had also been forcibly changed into a strange state between Living Being and Spirit. Regarding this, Liadrin said it was okay, but Dick was still a little sad under the forced smile.
Now that the Follower option has been set, why not give yourself a beautiful girl with a hot body like Sylvanas?