Although it had only been a short year, Herod had almost forgotten his reaction at that time, but what is certain is that he never helped his childhood friend who killed his father - I believe that at that time, the grief and pain in his heart
Anger is no weaker than old Mograine
Herod shook his head and turned his gaze back to the undead under the city wall, trying to wake himself up from the hazy memories and concentrate on dealing with these endless invaders.
"Captain of the Guard, Your Excellency the Prosecutor asked me to inform you that she has led the clergy troops to change the defense. Now your men can return to the church for a simple rest!" A scout with a face covered with dirt hurriedly ran up the city wall and asked He
Lord's Notice of Order
"I understand, please tell Mr. White that I will lead my troops to evacuate in five minutes." Herod sighed slightly in his heart and summoned his energy to order.
Maybe White still has a grudge against herself. When old Mograine killed Renault, she was still confessing in the confessional next to the church. But when the bad news came, she stumbled into the church and only saw
Renault's cold corpse and stunned partner
No woman can withstand such a blow - her adoptive father, whom she regarded as a relative, was killed by her lover, and her lover's life was eventually ended by her father who came for revenge... She could not hate either of these two people, she could only blame them.
For Herod who had done nothing at that time
"Maybe if he stepped forward to persuade him, this wouldn't have happened. If he had stood in front of Renault, his father wouldn't have been so ruthless..." Herod could almost guess what White was thinking, but he did not blame the other party for being unreasonable.
To vent his anger, after all, in his heart, men should be the arms that bear responsibility.
He just felt ashamed of Renault and the High Lord, because half a year after their deaths, Tirisfal's Crusaders had been pushed to the end of their rope, and the Forsaken were gradually encroaching on their sphere of influence. There were originally more than 3,000 people.
There are only more than a thousand troops left, and now they are being pressed step by step by the undead, and they can only retreat to the base camp. What is even more desperate is that both the Horde and the Alliance regard the Crusaders as their enemies. The huge Azeroth and others
I can't find an ally anymore!
"Scarlet Crusaders, where should you go..." Herod closed his eyes helplessly and sighed tiredly.
"Woo~" A rapid sound of bone horn came from the distance, making him suddenly wake up from his memories.
"What's going on? They actually stopped attacking?" Herod looked down at the city in confusion. He saw that the Forgotten people who were still aggressive just now slowly withdrew from the attack range and lined up neatly in a defensive formation on the city.
The defenders looked at each other
From the corner of Herod's eyes, he saw White watching from the other corner. Like himself, she probably couldn't figure out what the Forsaken was going to do next.
Suddenly, a burst of exclamations sounded from under the city wall at the same time, and a majestic war horse galloped towards the monastery from far to near, covered with bright moonlight, chopping waves and dividing the queue of the undead.
Herod looked intently and saw the knight on horseback holding a dagger raised high. The Forgotten people shunned wherever they passed, as if the Queen of Darkness was coming in person.
"It's actually a human being?" Herod squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully. He saw that all the flesh and skin of the visitor were intact, and there were drops of sweat on his face. There was no doubt that he was a genuine human being.
But when he saw the clothes on that man, his heart suddenly shook, "Knights of the Silver Hand?"
Exclamations also came from the corner door next to it. Obviously White was also shocked by the knight's dress. You must know that the Silver Hand's jersey has never been leaked. Most of the members died generously after the defense of Lordaeron, and these represent
The shirt of supreme glory also turned into stars with them
Now these descendants of the Silver Hand have seen a robe symbolizing light in a place where the undead are raging. How can they not be surprised!
"Oh, God, the last time I saw the Silver Hands was at my father's funeral," Herod muttered to himself, almost forgetting to stop the approaching horse.
But what the knight was waiting for was this moment. When his horse almost touched the city wall, he suddenly pulled up the reins, put his foot on the horse's head and jumped up high. He actually relied on the power of this jump.
Climbed the monastery wall more than ten feet high!
"Enemy attack!" The soldiers on the top of the city finally reacted from their daze and nervously pointed their weapons at this unidentified human being.
"I'm not here to cause trouble, soldier," the uninvited guest jumped down from the wall, glanced at the situation on the city wall, and said urgently, "There is no time to delay any longer. I need to see your highest officer immediately.
quick!"
"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk so shamelessly here! Go back to your undead companions..." The soldiers were dissatisfied with this guy's arrogant attitude and started making noises one after another.
"Shut up!" A clear voice came with a bit of anger. The soldiers who uttered evil words fell silent in horror, and all of them lowered their heads in silence.
The female prosecutor White Mine was very angry at her subordinates' unreasonableness. She nodded apologetically to the unknown knight and walked towards him with her long legs.
"Please forgive me for my lax conduct," White walked closer, stood on tiptoes and touched the other person's forehead in front of everyone's surprised eyes, "I am the bloody prosecutor of Tirisfal, White Mai.
Well, I believe you won’t hold a grudge because of the recklessness of your compatriots, powerful paladin?”
The knight was obviously startled by the female prosecutor's actions, but he immediately reacted and knelt down on one knee to accept the most noble blessing: "This is my honor, holy prosecutor, just because of the incident
It's urgent, I have no choice but to use this method of asking for permission, I hope you can forgive me!"
"No problem, a stranger with vast holy power..." White retracted his hand in surprise, almost unable to believe that the young face in front of him actually possessed such huge holy power, "Can you tell me your name? And
What exactly is the emergency you are talking about?
"Of course, Lord White, my name is Christine Regan, and I am currently a guard knight of Stormwind City..."
"Christine? Are you the Christine who defeated the black dragon?" Herod, who had been silent for a long time, walked over in surprise and looked at the legendary dragon slayer curiously, which forced Regan to stop introducing himself.
, looking at White with some helplessness
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Regan," the female prosecutor showed a smile, "This warrior's name is Herod, our most powerful force guarantee. He holds the important responsibility of guarding the Scarlet Monastery because of his outstanding performance.
It was my command that prevented this holy chapel from falling into enemy hands.”
"Oh, that's a real pleasure to meet you, Lord Herod." Regen nodded friendly and stretched out his hand to the other party.
"Who says it's not the case, Mr. Regan," Herod shook the hand he handed over and responded with the same "enthusiasm"
Regan felt the faint force exerted by the other person's hand, raised his eyebrows in amusement, and returned the favor calmly, until the veins on Herod's face popped out, and large drops of sweat fell from his head.
"Thank you both for your warm reception." Seeing that Herod could no longer hold on any longer, Regan smiled and retracted his arm, "Maybe we should talk about business now. We don't have much time to waste time elsewhere."
"Indeed, Regan Knight, I'm glad you are not as irritable as some simple-minded guys." The female prosecutor narrowed her beautiful eyes and seemed to be happy that Herod was being repaired - women are not ashamed of their emotions.
The title of animal, even in official business, he does not forget to vent his dissatisfaction.
"Holy light, this pretty boy is really solid..." Herod rubbed his sore wrist and muttered in a low voice. When he saw White's eyes on him, he quickly put his hands behind his back and gave a forced smile.
"Oh, that's natural. Please speak freely. The Crusaders welcome every warrior who has Lordaeron at heart!"
"Well, actually...it's not good news that I brought," Regan looked at the hopeful looks of the two people and knew that they had misunderstood his purpose. He explained with some hesitation, thinking about how to use a gentler word.
words to replace "surrender"
"As you can see, we are now surrounded by the undead. With more than a thousand exhausted warriors in our hands, trying to break through is no more than wishful thinking. The Queen of Darkness has lost the patience to continue to consume. She has decided to authorize the pharmacists to use killing and killing methods.
The powerful gas bombs covered the monastery with indiscriminate firepower, vowing to annihilate us all in the chapel!"
"So what!" A trace of determination flashed in Herod's eyes and he said without hesitation, "When we joined the Crusade, we swore to dedicate the rest of our lives to the Holy Light! Being able to die on the battlefield fighting the Rotten is a blessing.
My glory and luck!"
White shook his head and seemed to disagree with his companion's point of view: "Sacrifice must be valuable, Herod. I don't think that staying here as a living target will also bring us supreme glory. Since Mr. Reagan took the trouble to come here,
At this point, I think he must have a solution - is that so, Regan Knight?"
"It should be said that I do have a... not a bad idea," Regan stuttered. Although those two embarrassing words hadn't been spoken yet, his face was already starting to heat up. "In fact, I
We have just come out of the Undercity. The Queen of Darkness is willing to give us limited time to think about it. As long as tomorrow...oh, it should be today, as long as we put down our weapons before the sun rises today, all the Crusaders can survive..."
Regen's voice became lower and lower, and finally he closed his mouth altogether - he saw the light in Herod and White's eyes turning from bright to dark, and slowly turned into eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Why don't you go on, Regan Knight?" Herod's sarcastic words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "I thought you would be such a great guy, but you turned out to be a bastard!
I am very curious about what kind of mentor would teach a cowardly knight like you! Take off your robe, you have no right to desecrate this glorious holy object!"
"Listen to me, Captain..."
A scepter flashing with holy light interrupted Regan's explanation, and White scolded with a cold face: "Get out, you rat who serves the Forgotten! The Crusaders do not welcome fallen knights like you, no matter how powerful you are.
Your power will only become the minions of darkness to poison the world. Before we have the intention to kill you, return to your dark master as soon as possible!"
The surrounding soldiers apparently heard their discussion and drew their weapons one after another, staring at Regen with unkind expressions, ready to stab the lobbyist who was trying to persuade him to surrender.
"It seems that Sylvanas is right," Regan said with a bitter smile as he rubbed his temples, gently placing his right hand on the Great Royal Sword at his waist, "It's really not as easy as slaying a dragon to persuade you to surrender. Since that's the case...
I'm sorry, you two!"
Before he finished speaking, Regan slashed straight at Herod with the sharp sword in his hand carrying holy power!