Silverpine Forest, this is a place that has a great influence on Dick. In the summer four years ago, he traveled alone through the remote road of Pyrewood Village and Alterac Mountains through this Jungle, which is said to have mysterious power. With his half-dead body, he sent the news of victory on the battlefield ahead back to Lordaeron.
That was the first time he appeared on the world stage as Dick Tang.
Now Dick has long faded away from his original youthfulness, especially when he appeared in the Fenris Isle rear guard position in the center of Lake Lordamere carrying the iconic Fire of Justice. All the soldiers who knew his name and his deeds raised their hands and cheered.
"Dick! Fire of Justice!"
"We have Dick! We have Dick!"
"Dick, take us to kick those Undead's butts!"
Okay, it's very vulgar. After all, a group of soldiers who were almost wiped out of their rank can't be expected to have high level of word choice and sentence making. But in general, the morale of the rearguard position is still beyond Dick's imagination.
It seems that Marshal Gath'riss is not a good-for-nothing Trash!
While Dick was greeting the soldiers, he would also throw a few balls of Holy Light on the bodies of the seriously injured soldiers. This move made the cheers louder.
The soldiers had just suffered an embarrassing defeat, but Dick knew that the cause of the failure was not actually theirs.
After the demise of Lordaeron, the entire Tirisfal region was in chaos. Most of the living forces were absorbed by the Undead Burning Legion of Arthas, but there were still some lucky ones who escaped this terrible massacre.
In addition to Holy Light Monastery Defensive Line, which was built like an iron bucket by Old Mograine, Tirisfal region The Fourth Legion led by South and Marshal Gath'riss also withdrew into the Dalaran country in time. After cooperating with the Mages and catching Undead off guard, these soldiers became the only 2W people left among the entire Tirisfal 60W civilians.
However, after Northern Frontier Conference was held, when Kingdom of Gilneas's elite Gilneas Brigade entered Silverpine Forest to arrange Defensive Line, Gath'riss decisively joined them, and these 2W people became the entire Northern Frontier West, the only military force still resisting the invasion of Undead.
I have to say that these great guys did a good job. Under their desperate efforts, Undead, commanded by Arthas, was lost. In the past few months, they were unable to step into the border of Dalaran.
But now, Arthas is back. This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Gilneas Brigade, those guys who call themselves "Grey Wolves" and usually fight as Courage, actually escaped this time!
A shameful escape without even saying hello. What this irresponsibility left behind was that Fourth Legion was attacked from both sides. Even Gath'riss was seriously injured, and everyone had to retreat. Fenris Isle ended in a disastrous defeat.
At this time, there were only less than 1,000 people left with the name Champion out of 2,000.
Frankly speaking, Gath'riss is not actually a person with leadership qualities, at least the current Dick doesn't think so.
Looking at the burly man with most of his body wrapped in bleeding bandages, his upper body naked, sitting on a chair with gritted teeth, sizing him up with eyes like razor blades, Dick's eyes shone with curiosity.
Before meeting him, Dick's only inner impression of Gath'riss was that he was a Recklessness idiot who didn't care about the overall situation.
In the original history, when everyone stood up to resist the Undead invasion, this guy actually threw Kael'thas, who came with troops to support, into prison, and forcefully forced Sin'dorei Elf, who was originally biased towards the Alliance, to join the Horde side.
But now, after seeing this tough guy with cold sweat on his face, but trying hard not to show any signs of weakness, Dick found that his view of these plot characters was still too subjective.
Gath'riss was born Blackwood Lake in Eastweald. After he became a soldier, he fought Courage. Even when facing the fierce Orcs, he never retreated Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sit in Grand Marshal's position. This guy's only shortcoming may be his high distrust of Elf, although Dick doesn't know where his distrust comes from.
But to be honest, when Dick saw the battle report, in which this guy took Personal Guard and fought hard against the Nerubians Burning Legion under Arthas, opening a gap for survival for 10,000 defeated soldiers, his disgust for Gath'riss disappeared.
When Dick was looking at Gath'riss, Grand Marshal was also looking at Paladin, who had become famous in the past year. He was not jealous of Dick. On the contrary, for the Fourth Legion A person who has come out of Scout Corps can reach this point, and he has a faint Pride in his heart.
"Dick? The one who defeated Arthas and its bastard army in Quel'Thalas? It is said that you were once the Hero Scout of the Fourth Legion?"
"Yes, Burning Legion Commander, long time no see. The last time I saw you was at King Terenas's award ceremony Ritual four years ago."
Dick stood up and put his left hand on Gath'riss's shoulder. The warm Holy Light Power flowed into Gath'riss's body, greatly replenishing the weak body of the brave Warrior and eliminating the trace of Undead toxins hidden in his body.
"Then are you here to see my joke?"
Gath'riss laughed and moved his arms. He looked at Dick, a glimmer of recognition flashed through his bright eyes, but he spoke dirty words.
"Tell you, boy, that bastard Arthas wants to kill me, it's a hundred years early!"
"..."
Dick sat on the chair and looked at Gath'riss. He suddenly discovered that the character of Grand Marshal was very similar to Herod. They were both rough and straightforward people. Although they sometimes made people very angry, they were just not annoying people.
Paladin rubbed his chin, which was not very smooth, and looked at Gath'riss.
"No! Marshal, I'm here to inform you that Stratholme Regiment will join the war at most the day after tomorrow, and we will shoulder the Sepulcher Defensive Line, but in these two days, I don't care how tired Fourth Legion is, no matter how weak you are, I need you... to hold on to the Sepulcher!"
Dick's words made Gath'riss's originally cheerful face turn gloomy, and he snorted a disdainful nasal sound from his nostrils.
"Humph, just you? Warband with less than 3,000 people? I know that you are also responsible for Ghostlands's defense system... you... how much power can you and your Paladin bring out?"
Dick responded to Gath'riss's bright eyes, and his eyes were equally bright.
"I can't guarantee that the Sepulcher will not fall, but I can guarantee that Arthas will have to step on my corpse to cross that Defensive Line!"
"Bang! Okay!"
Gath'riss's Fist smashed on the table. This fierce action caused his wound to burst again, but Grand Marshal ignored the Pain. He stared at Dick, like a tiger that had seen its prey, or like a lone wolf who was forced into a corner by Hunter.
"My last comrade abandoned me, but I sacrificed the heroic souls of 8,000 young men to survive. If you dare to make fun of my soldiers and my brothers' lives again, I swear, I will kill you!"
Facing Gath'riss's fury, Dick stood up and coldly dropped a word,
"I never joke with my life! Those Betrayal guys who broke the oath, they will be punished, I swear!"
Dick left, and a few minutes later, a warrant from Gath'riss spread throughout Fenris Isle.
"Everyone prepares for battle! Target the Sepulcher! Hold the battle line for 1-2 days and fight until the last person dies!"
The silent Fourth Legion immediately became Operation. This group of soldiers was like a pack of wolves licking their wounds. Although they were seriously injured, the moment they saw the hope of killing Hunter, these wild wolves who had lost their homeland would become even crazier!
Silverpine Forest, Pyrewood Village peripheral, close to Greymane Wall.
The last garrison team of Gilneas Brigade is resting here. Early tomorrow morning, they will be able to completely withdraw Kingdom of Gilneas. By that time, the tall Greymane Wall will be completely closed. Undead will be left to Silver Hand and Dalaran.
Gilneas no longer intends to play this game.
Major General Genn was writing a casualty report in a tent illuminated by two oil lamps. As a member of the Royal Family who had received higher education since childhood, he was very confused. As a professional soldier, this was a situation that should not have happened to him.
But Genn couldn't control his mind. When he thought of the scene where he ordered a secret retreat, Genn's heart skipped a beat.
He couldn't even sleep peacefully. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the scene of the Fourth Legion soldiers being overwhelmed by endless Undead Sea. This kind of Betrayal on the battlefield made Genn extremely tormented. He even planned to retire after returning to China.
This retreat will erase the 400 years of glory that Gilneas Brigade has inherited. From now on, they will become the despised Traitor.
"His Majesty Greymane... you... what are you thinking!"
Major General Genn Pain unbuttoned the first button of his military uniform and poured a bottle of Dwarven Ale into his mouth. As a soldier, he could not disobey King's orders, but those politicians... they didn't understand a Warrior's Pride at all.
"Whoosh..."
"Plop..."
A rapid sound of breaking through the air, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, woke Genn, who was paralyzed by alcohol, from his thoughts on Pain. He picked up his Rapier vigilantly, which is the weapon commonly used by Gilneas soldiers. Their fighting style is like their national emblem, the ferocious wild wolf.
This vicious weapon designed to stab and bleed is the Gilneas Wolf Fangs, fierce and deadly.
Genn took off his pistol from his waist. This Fire Elemental weapon made by Dwarvess is not common in other human kingdoms, but it is still a very common weapon in Gilneas where shipping is developed. Even ordinary soldiers are equipped with Longspear to replace crossbows as their own long-range weapons.
Mr. Major General's pistol is very exquisite. It is a handmade work by Dwarves masters. The exquisite mahogany handle is equipped with golden Grey Wolves Emblem. This is a specially customized weapon on the day he became a major general.
But just as the major general walked out of his command Camp, a smell of blood entered his nostrils, which shocked Genn. But before he could shout a warning of an attack, three oncoming cold lights forced Genn back into the tent.
There was a crisp sound, and Genn struggled to put Rapier into the throat of one Rogue, but that was it, the remaining two Rogue, forcing him into a desperate situation, Genn is just an excellent Commander, and the brave Warrior is also very powerless when facing the assassination blade.
"You... who are you? Why... why did you attack Gilneas soldiers!"
The aorta in Genn's leg was severed by Dagger. He could feel that Life Force was slowly flowing out of his body. He leaned against the table of the tent and asked with difficulty.
Rogue, who was turning to leave, seemed to be interested when he heard this voice, and seemed to be speaking on purpose. He walked up to Genn, squatted down, took the exquisite pistol in his hand, played with it for a moment, and then said in a low and gloomy voice,
"Traitor, Fourth Legion and Mr. Dick, hello to you!"
"So... that's how it is..."
Genn's eyes glazed over. Looking carefully, there seemed to be a hint of relief in those eyes.
After completing the work, Rogue shook his head,
"The honor of a soldier is to die in battle, but unfortunately, you don't deserve this honor... Burn this place! Let the frightened wolves take a good look at the fate of Traitor!"
"As you command!"
That night, outside Pyrewood Village, the lights were brightly lit.
The flames took away all the sins. Among the floating Ashes, the broken Gilneas military flag fell down, as if indicating the complete fall of the country's dignity.