The person who walked into the room was wearing an old Lordaeron navy uniform. He was extremely tall, even the average orc was slightly smaller. Under the head full of shiny silver threads, he had a rather pale face with two splayed lips.
The beard has been carefully taken care of, exuding a temperament that is mixed with majesty and cunning.
"I'm glad you are willing to attend the meeting, Your Excellency Weiswein." Abbendis stood up and greeted the Admiral with a smile. Although the other generals did not like this uninvited guest very much, they had no choice but to bow with the general.
"This is my honor, Your Majesty the General." Weiswein returned the salute to Abidis. Looking at the reluctant Crusade officials in front of the table, a slightly ironic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "So many colleagues
It’s really a rare sight for everyone to gather together..."
"Stop talking nonsense, Weswein!" Isenlien's class is on par with Abidis, and he is also one of the three giants of the Crusade. Although his reputation has declined due to some reasons in recent years, he reprimanded one
There's nothing wrong with my former subordinate.
"Don't tell me that you came to Hearthglen this time just to show off your words!" the Grand Inquisitor sternly said, "The purpose of establishing the Bloody Dawn greatly violates the Crusaders' beliefs. We will never let you bring those damn heretics to pollute the purity.
The Holy Light Army!"
"You?" Wei Wenwei smiled, "I wonder if your Excellency the Grand Prosecutor refers to those colleagues?"
Isenlien glared at him and said: "Of course it is all our commanders! Everyone in this hall!"
"Really?" The Admiral looked at Abidis aside, "But I feel that not all colleagues agree with you... Do you think so, Lord Abidis?"
Everyone's eyes turned to the Scarlet General, and the latter pondered for a moment and said slowly: "As the Grand Inquisitor said, regarding the establishment of the Blood Dawn, Lord Weiswein was indeed a little too hasty..."
"However!" Before Isilien's joy could spread on his face, Abidis raised his eyes and said, "The current war situation in the North cannot allow us to stick to the rules and use unchanging tactics to deal with the cunning natural disasters under the Lich King.
General! Since they can threaten the survival of mortals with death and evil, why don’t we use these as weapons and give them a taste of their power!"
"But this is blasphemy, my little Bridget!" Isenlien never expected that Abbendis would refute his face in such a public place, making the arrogant prosecutor furious, "
Westwyn is blaspheming the Legion of Glory founded by your father! If he succeeds, what is the difference between us and the damned natural disasters?"
Abedis sighed inaudibly and said: "This is also a necessity, Lord Isenlien... The current battle situation in Northrend has fallen into a stalemate. In addition to facing the powerful Scourge Legion, even those
Stupid Alliance and Horde armies too
Fishing in troubled waters Some time ago, our outpost in the northern part of the wilderness was burned down. None of the officers and soldiers stationed there were spared. It was obviously their secret hand. If we continue to be passively beaten, I am afraid that the entire vanguard army will be driven out of the endless sea...
"
"Please rest assured, Lord Isenlien, I guarantee that these 'blasphemies' will only be directed at the Lich King and his minions, and will never damage the faith of the Crusaders." Weiswein touched the mustache on his lips and said proudly
added
"Demagogues!" Isenlien yelled angrily, raising the tea cup in his hand to throw it at the opponent, but before he could take action, a violent shaking interrupted his movement - several loud noises
From the gate of Hearthglen, it seems that someone set off the explosives.
"What's going on?" Abidis staggered, then regained his footing and shouted at the guards outside the hall.
"Enemy attack!" A guard ran in in a panic, "My lords, the front gate and various sentry towers have been attacked by enemies! The battle is currently fierce, and our defenders are resisting tenaciously!"
"Who is the enemy!" Weiswein grabbed him and asked with a frown.
"It seems... some undead!" The guard swallowed and replied carefully, "Apart from them, the guys who attacked the guard tower seem to be the orc army from the tribe!"
"Orcs and undead?" Isenlien slapped the table, "Isn't the main force of the tribe attacking the Gate of Scourge? Why do they appear here again?"
"This... I don't know about my humble position," the guard replied honestly.
"I'm afraid they are determined to completely destroy Hearthglen," Abidis said with a solemn face, turned around and took down the sword and shield from the weapon rack, and said to everyone, "Everyone, today's meeting is over! Please return to your posts quickly.
, guard against the enemy’s sudden attack!”
"Yes, General!" The generals responded loudly and hurriedly walked out of the conference hall and rushed towards their jurisdiction.
"My lords, I'm afraid I can't accompany you any longer." Weswein took the navy hat from the entourage and put it on his head as he said, "Since Hearthglen has been attacked, the Crusader Port will also be targeted by the enemy.
I must go back and take charge of the defense work."
"Huh, that's ridiculous!" Isenlien said with a dark face, "What does Hearthglen have to do with your port? How can the enemies of Dragonblight attack the base far away in Icecrown Glacier! It's obviously you who are as fearless as a tiger in battle.
, I just want to run away!"
"That's enough, Mr. Isenlien!" Abidis raised his voice and scolded the father-in-law general, "Now is not the time for us to have a battle of wills! The undead and other enemies will not wait for us to separate.
Let’s find out what’s right and what’s wrong before launching an attack!”
She glanced at the still angry Grand Inquisitor and said calmly: "Besides, the situation we are facing now is by no means worse than when we lost the Ashbringer! The Crusaders can only rely on everyone and all to fight for the Holy Light and the motherland.
Only heroes can get through this difficult time!"
Feeling Abidis' sincere gaze, Isenlien glared at West Wen fiercely before nodding: "Okay, Bridget, for the sake of you and your father, I will tolerate this damn thing."
A heretic...but when we return from Northrend with great honors, I don’t want to see his hateful face on the fleet!”
"Don't worry, Your Majesty the Grand Inquisitor," an unknown smile appeared on the corner of Weiswein's mouth, "I assure you that the soldiers of the Blood Dawn will never return to Azeroth with the Vanguard... because Northrend is
It will be their eternal outpost and base.”
Dusting off the dust on his uniform, the Marine Marshal raised his legs and walked out of the hall, "With me in Icecrown, the Lich King's men can't even think of dealing with you in Dragonblight with all their strength. You two can do whatever you want in Dragonblight!"
Looking at Weiswein's retreating back, Isenlien snorted angrily, "The heretic who is pretending to be mysterious... One day, I will put him on the stake and let the blazing flames burn his evil body."
The occupied soul!"
"Okay, Isenlien!" Abidis said solemnly, "Don't forget your own job, we still have a wave of enemies that need to be dispatched right now!"
"I will deal with them!" Isenlien picked up the staff from the table, as if he wanted to take all the anger he suffered from Weiswei on the unscrupulous invaders, "No matter whether the enemy is an orc or an undead,
Don’t even think of surviving my Holy Light punishment!”
"It's a pity that you won't have this opportunity!"
Before Abidis could reply, a cold voice came from above the two of them. The bloody general felt a biting murderous intent pass through her body, seeming to freeze her soul in place!
"Back away, Bridget!" Isenlien reacted first and pushed Abidis away. At the same time, he waved his staff and summoned several holy shields, which were suspended around him.
"Dang Dang Dang~"
There was a piercing jingling sound, and Abidis turned his head in a hurry, only to see that the place where he was standing was filled with long arrows glowing with cold light, and most of Isenlion's shield was shattered, almost
To be exposed to the enemy's arrows
"Stop!" the bloody general roared, and the heavy tower shield in his hand came out, flying quickly towards the attacker on the roof with a terrifying whistling sound!
"Keng!"
Suddenly, a golden light flashed from Abidis's eyes, almost lighting up the entire dark hall. Then, the ferocious shield strangely stagnated for half a breath, and then fell apart and turned into a pile of scrap steel.
fell down and scattered in every corner of the hall
"Give up resistance, Ms. Abedis!" The attackers jumped from the roof, revealing their true appearance - three elves, an orc, a human, and an undead... Such a combination, in
People who don’t know what’s going on seem to have so many wonderful things
"Who are you!" Isenlien had already recovered from the attack and asked loudly, holding the staff tightly.
"You've been fighting with me for so long, and you can't even recognize who I am?" The female undead holding a long bow took off her hood, revealing a peerless beauty that would make even the living dizzy.
"You are...the Queen of Darkness!" Abidis opened her mouth in disbelief. She never expected that the opponent's coach would actually go deep behind enemy lines and come to her in person!
"Damn it!" A trace of fear flashed in Isenlien's eyes. Just as he was about to turn around and run out of the hall, a cold long sword blocked his retreat.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry, Your Majesty the Grand Prosecutor?" A young man who looked somewhat familiar sneered, "There are many old scores that need to be settled between you and me!"
Isenlien was stunned and asked warily: "Who are you? Is there something going on between us?"
"Holidays?" the young man snorted, "Your Excellency, noble people tend to forget things. Have you forgotten Taylan Fordring from Hearthglen?"
"Tailan...Tailan..." Isenlien's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, "Ah! You...it's you!"
"That's right! I am the heretic you were determined to put to death, Christine Regan!"