Diego recovered from his brief reflection and found that his breathing had stabilized.
He picked up his gun and aimed it at a thief trying to get around the bear's back, knocking him to the ground.
"Stand back!
Reginald!
He shouted, and fired continuously, to make sure his companion didn't fall into the trap of being attacked on his back.
They fought and retreated, passing through the dwarven griffin knight Kurand?
Brute Hammer, human archmage Khadgar, and Elven Ranger Captain Aurelia?
The statue of the Windranger comes to the other end of the bridge.
There was a small plaza with a solid wall in front of the real gates of Stormwind.
In front of the wall, stands a huge statue of General Tulayan.
However, at this moment, the two warring sides heard the sound of someone galloping, and they couldn't help but put down their weapons and look to the left side of the wall.
It was there that a group of heavily armed Stormwind guards appeared.
At the front was an officer without a helmet, riding a tall gray horse, but the horse had long white hair on its calves, suggesting that it had the blood of the hills of Hillsbrad.
He looked to be about the same age as Windsor and wore a blue and white Stormwind armor.
Behind him, guards in the same costumes.
In Diego's memory, this officer's name is Marcus?
Jonathan, a general, commands all of Stormwind's guards.
Like Field Marshal Windsor, he was once a sergeant under General Tulayan, and forged a deep friendship over the years of fighting side by side.
The commander glanced at the two sides, who were still on guard against each other, and waved his hand.
Motioned for the guards to come forward.
"Catch them all!"
He said coldly.
The MI7 Assassins finally realized that their mission was impossible today, and the thieves turned back and ran towards the bridge, but it was clear that the human legs could not outrun the horses.
But before they could catch up, the men rolled over and jumped down from the side of the bridge to the bottom of the bridge.
A few seconds later, there was a loud splash under the bridge, But Marcus?
Jonathan obviously knew where these people were coming from.
He did not order the guards to continue the pursuit.
In fact, the small lake under the bridge is connected to Stormwind's dense underground waterways, and it may not be possible to chase it.
Some of the soldiers hesitantly gathered around Wendthor and his party, for the latter's loyalty and steadfastness even they had heard of it.
The contradiction between respect for the marshal and their own duties made them very difficult, and it was at this moment that the words of their superiors avoided their embarrassment.
"Get out of the way.
Stay away from the marshal.
"Marcus?
Jonathan jumped off his horse, walked over from the side, and commanded loudly.
He stepped closer and raised his hand.
Saluted a standard Union military salute.
"Hats off to you.
Your Excellency, salute you for the suffering of the Alliance and for the loyalty that never changes!
” "For the glory of the King, and to you," Wendthor replied, "I would rather we not meet in such hostile circumstances."
But I would say that it wasn't a wise decision to keep me out here, Marcus. ” He looked into Marcus' eyes, but his expression was very complicated.
There is not only the joy of reuniting with old friends after a long absence, but also the pain of being forced to draw swords with old friends.
"Reginald.
Come with me," Marcus whispered, his head down to avoid his gaze, "you know, I don't want to do anything with you, don't force me." ” Wendthor looked at him mockingly, "Throw me into Stormwind prison, or throw me to the MI7 gang?"
” "I'll watch over you myself, so you don't have a chance to do your favor, you have to trust me," Marcus said eagerly, but he didn't seem to know what he knew, "I swear, I'll do everything in my power to protect you." ” "Then it would be better to just kill me, and, what if that woman—you know who I'm talking about—orders a court to try me guilty?"
Windsor then asked, knowing that he had to convince this man today, or he would not be able to do anything, "What are you going to do?"
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Is it to break the laws of the Kingdom?
” Marcus was speechless, he lowered his head and put his hand on his forehead, completely unsure of what to do, as an upright soldier, he was in a dilemma at the moment, with mixed feelings.
“esartharno‘darador。”
Windsor suddenly whispered a High Elf language, but General Jonathan shuddered and raised his head sharply, the marshal staring sharply into his eyes, "Remember the oath you made under the Holy Light, holding the Holy Deed?"
” "We defend glory with blood."
Marcus replied subconsciously.
"How did you do it, did you always act according to your oath?"
Wendthor asked in a low voice, he raised his hand and stopped the general from trying to explain, "I don't care what you did before, but today, you must do what you think is right, Marcus."
We used to play together with General Tulayan.
He taught us, trained us, sharpened us and made the two of us what we are today.
Do you think he misjudged me?
Do you really believe that my purpose is to destroy our country?
Am I dishonoring our heroes?
” This series of questions was like a slap in the face, and it woke up Marcus violently.
"Old friend, you made me wonder what I was going to do," he looked at Windsor apologetically, shame written all over his face, "it's not you who have disgraced the legendary heroes - it's me, me and the depraved politicians."
They fill my life with empty promises and endless lies......"
"Look at these heroes, Marcus?
Jonathan, we have followed in their footsteps and driven the orcs out of Azeroth, and for this, these heroes have even sacrificed their precious lives," Marshal Windsor said impassionedly, pointing to the statue of the hero not far away, and he was not at all worried about being heard by the guards around him, because these truths were above board, and could be exposed to the sun, and in fact, the guards were also gathered around, listening attentively, and they were eager to know what was going on, "But.
What did you do?
You watched as those politicians deceived us all, not only did they not expose it, but they were complicit in it.
Act as their minions!
” "I'm ......," Marcus stopped talking, and the marshal's words were like sharp swords pointed at the hearts of the people, making him embarrassed.
"Marcus, my old friend, I know, this is not an easy choice to make," the marshal's tone softened.
But still full of power, "I never expected you to make great sacrifices for your people like these heroes."
But today, I only hope that you can stand on the side of justice with your conscience.
Stand on the side of justice!
” General Jonathan was finally convinced.
He looked up at Windsor with teary eyes, in fact, he had already made a decision in his heart.
"It's not you who shame the heroes, it's me!
It is I who have disgraced General Tulayan and disgraced my fellow human who has died......," he said, ashamed, and begged his old friend for forgiveness, "Forgive me."
Reginald. ” "I'll forgive you, Marcus.
But what you should do more is to ask for the forgiveness of these heroes with practical actions," Wendthor said in a low voice, looking at the majestic statues of the five heroes, his eyes were full of love and expectation for this country, "We must prove with practical actions that their sacrifice is worthwhile, that we people have not let them down, that this country has been rebuilt from the ruins, and that with our efforts, she will become even more brilliant!"
” He lowered his head and looked at Marcus, "It's time to end her reign, Marcus."
Let's go, friend. ” Marcus wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and turned to scold the growing number of soldiers around him.
"Stand back!
Don't you see the heroes walking with us?
” "Marshal Windsor must not be harmed in any way!
Let him pass through here safely!
” "Get out there!
Let them pass!
” He said in one voice, but in fact, he did not need to do it at all, because the soldiers who had gathered around him had no ill will towards the marshal, but rushed to bow to the marshal on one knee as a way to express their admiration and respect for the hero.
"Hail to you, to your unparalleled loyalty!"
"We are all proud of you, Marshal!"
"You are an inspiration to all of us, Your Excellency!"
"You are the guts of Thoryin, and all enemies are fleeing in front of you!"
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“……” Wendthor returned the salute with a solemn salute and nodded, he knew that these people were the cornerstone of the kingdom, and they were the future of the kingdom, just like him and Marcus when they were ordinary soldiers under General Tulayan.
He must lead by example, instilling in these people with his words and deeds: how a soldier with loyalty, steadfastness, and faith should be loyal to the king and to the country!
Diego stood beside Wendsol, who asked, tears of excitement welling up in his eyes.
He turned his head to look at the marshal's resolute face, and his heart was full of pride, and it was his supreme honor to be an accomplice of this great criminal.
He had imagined how exciting the hero's return would be, how desolate and tragic it would be; He had imagined that one day, he would walk side by side with this hero on this stone path; He had been looking forward to this day, but he did not want it to come, however, nothing could stop the pace of time, and with their efforts and help, Marshal Windthor was finally standing here, surrounded by reverent soldiers.
Is it Wendsol's position and power that makes them so?
No, this is the backlash of the human heart, this is the power of justice!
Public opinion and conscience can never be manipulated at will, hope and light will never be easily extinguished, the real strength is to unite the hearts of the people!
As Diego tried to compose himself, he found them surrounded by guards walking towards the gate behind the wall.
The gate was built majestically and widely, with successive iron gates and a tower for ballistas at the top.
Compared to the resplendent of Lordaeron in the north, Stormwind in the south is unpretentious and sturdy.
The city was built more of marble at the beginning, which may have something to do with its experience, after several wars, the city became more and more impregnable, and the people who lived here needed a strong city to give them enough security.
Passing through the long corridor below the city gates, they first entered the trading area of Stormwind, where the streets were lined with large and small shops and crowded with pedestrians.
The street leads to a market square.
While not built on giant trees like Elven City, Stormwind is also a huge city dotted with trees of all kinds, from apple and zelkova to oak and linden.
There is an old oak tree more than two stories tall in the market square, and a large bulletin board with a lion's head emblem is erected underneath it, and Stormwind city officials often issue new ordinances or proclamations on it.
But at this moment, around the bulletin board, the trucks of merchants from all over the world are parked in the square, and hundreds of coolies are busy loading and unloading goods.
The wagons from the Red Ridge Mountains were loaded with wax, grain, salt, fish, and hides; The wagons that came from the Wild West were loaded with oats, cloth, and barrels of ale; The merchants' wagons from the Twilight Forest were loaded with all sorts of fruits and meat, but they also supplied the mages of the Mage District with all sorts of strange spell materials, from fish oil, magic powder, corpse dust, and light feathers to glitter powder, undead rot, and shiny fish scales.
Looking around from the square, you can see the houses of the citizens in the distance, the spire of the Cathedral of Light, and the spire of the Mage Tower.
Around the square, there are many well-decorated brick or stone houses, densely packed together, wide and narrow, but most of them are two-story buildings, all with high blue roofs.
Most of these houses have spacious steps and porches that make them look very imposing.
Most of these houses were shopped, and they were filled with a wide variety of fine goods, from weapons made by dwarves to rune cloth from Dalaran, bows and arrows from elves to strange mechanical devices produced by gnomes, and even Mokore herbs from the minotaurs across the Endless Sea.
In addition to this, there are many tall public buildings around the Trade Square, such as auction houses, banks, and gold-plated rose hotels, where the big merchants traded, settled, and lived.
In short, it is difficult for a person who is not familiar with the city to imagine the prosperity and wealth of the city.
Arriving in the market square before Wendthor and his party were the merchants who had just passed the city gates, and through their spread, almost everyone already knew what had just happened.
Given Wendthor's loyalty and service to the kingdom, almost everyone has a lot of reverence for the hero.
The bards had already sung his deeds far and wide, and they sang his praises in their songs, praised him, listed him as an example for nobles and warriors, praised his fame, and praised him as the successor of Anduin?
Lothar, Tulayan, and Danas?
After Thorbane, the leader of a new generation of human heroes, all the commanders and generals in the kingdom of Stormwind, is not as famous as his reputation.
Therefore, on the street leading to the market square, there are many welcoming citizens everywhere.
In the windows and balconies around the square, you can see the heads of the crowd, the blonde hair of the young girls who admire the heroes, and the crowns of lilies and roses on their heads.
Around the wagons in the square were crowded a group of ordinary citizens, small merchants and craftsmen in aprons.
Everyone is eagerly awaiting, waiting for the appearance of the returning hero.
At this moment, on the bell tower of the Cathedral of Light, the sonorous bell rang loudly, resounding throughout the city, startling the flocks of pigeons and ravens perched on the roofs near and far.
The bell rang seven times in a row, as if to welcome the hero's return.
(To be continued.) )