The group walked towards the fortress.
But Van Goray didn't follow up, and the gnolls' courage wasn't enough to sustain him against a dragon.
Walking straight from the fortress gate, they were greeted by a tall, straight corridor.
Like Stormwind's overall architecture, Stormwind Fortress maintains a solid and majestic style, even on its interior.
The floor of this corridor is paved with huge stone bricks made of polished marble.
Between the stone bricks, inlaid with light blue lapis lazuli, these lapis lazuli forms several straight ribbons of color in the corridor, adding a bit of color to this rock-made palace.
On both sides of the corridor, at intervals not far away, there are two symmetrical black round pillars, and there are also decorative round arches on the walls between the pillars, and at the top of the pillars, there is a cylindrical vault across the entire roof, on which a square crystal chandelier hangs, illuminating the entire corridor.
The road was smooth, but it was not horizontal, but a gentle ramp, and they walked up the ramp.
First of all, I passed through the famous prayer room, but it was not the day of worship, there was no one inside, and it was empty.
But the road was not empty, and there were at least guards and sentries standing guard in it, but when they saw Wendsol and his party passing by, they still stepped forward and saluted the marshal!
Even ≥, out of the habit of not making noise in the palace, they were as silent as statues, but Windsor could see in their adoring eyes the support of these men for him.
Wendthall's heart became warm, and justice was at ease, even after too much misunderstanding, questioning, and betrayal, when he saw these supporters.
Wendthor still felt the power in his heart because he knew.
He will never walk alone.
When passing through a window again, Diego pushed it open.
Climbed out of the window.
For a hunter, being confined to a corner is never the most suitable way to fight.
They weren't slow, but for Windsor, the two-hundred-yard-long corridor was as far away as the Eastern Kingdom continent to the Kalimdor continent, and he longed to see the dragon and destroy it to restore order to the kingdom, and he remembered the hardships and hardships along the way, from the Blackstone Abyss to the Burning Plains.
From Red Ridge Mountain to Alwyn Forest, and then to Stormwind City, all the way, if it weren't for the company of these two young people, I am afraid that it would have become a starvation on the side of the road, and the bones in the grave would have been dry.
He turned his head to look at the big bear beside him, this somewhat reckless, somewhat funny little guy looked so cute at the moment, and the hunter who now didn't know where to climb.
He always had a unique temperament, a young man who seemed to be a prophet of the future, and who could always bring about all kinds of incredible miracles.
In this young human hunter, Windsol saw a black iron of determination and faith.
Just like the Duke of Lothar; But in this young man, there is no lack of enthusiasm and deep love for Azeroth, this strong feeling.
He had only seen it in General Tulayan.
He knew that these feelings alone.
The Chosen One will not live up to his expectations and will not fall into darkness like Medivan.
Doing evil.
This loyal commander had mixed feelings in his heart at the moment, both expectation and nostalgia, both the heroism of sacrificing himself for the kingdom, and the apprehension that he was about to face the prophecy of death, but there was no hesitation, no fear!
Like King David, who was determined to challenge the giant Goliath, he was willing to go to the country's disaster and see death as his home!
It was in this state of mind that he and his friends walked through the long corridor to the throne hall.
This is the core of the entire kingdom of Stormwind, and it is the place where the king of Stormwind receives envoys and deals with government affairs.
It is a majestic hall with a high vault and many blue glass windows.
The whole room is octahedral in shape, surrounded by many columns and doors to other places.
Golden daylight streamed through the glass windows in the vault, illuminating the intricate pattern on the ground in the middle of the hall: a series of eight-pointed stars of varying lengths and acute angles, and the lion emblem of the Kingdom of Stormwind was engraved in the centermost ring.
Eight heavily armed court guards stood around the hall, guarding the political center of the kingdom.
On the opposite side of the hall, directly opposite the exit of the corridor, was a huge throne, supported by four golden lions.
On the velvet cushion of the chair sat the young king, whose thin figure was so thin that it was completely hidden in the shadow of the back of the chair.
In the darkness, the golden crown that pressed down on his head looked more like a heavy burden than glory.
"This is my king, the one whom I swear allegiance to protect."
Wendthor looked at the poor orphan, and an indescribable surge of emotion suddenly welled up in his heart, and he strode to the center of the hall and drew his sword.
Then he fell to one knee, holding his saber in front of him with both hands on the handle.
"Your faithful guardians salute you, my king, and may the Light always be with you!"
He said in a choked voice.
He felt sorry for the orphan who had lost his parents, but at the same time he felt guilty of his own dereliction of duty—he had done his duty to blame the king's suffering, but in fact he could not have done any better.
The little king leaned forward, tried to stand up from his throne, and walked towards Wendthor.
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But a slender hand pressed against his shoulder, preventing him from doing so.
But he had left the shadow of the back of his chair, and Windsor was saddened to see that his king's face was full of panic and fear, which should not be the look on the face of a prince of a land of lions, and he could guess how difficult the young monarch had been during the days when King Varian had disappeared and he himself had left Stormwind.
Windsor felt nothing but a volcanic rush of anger overhead.
Suppressing his anger, he looked away from his lord's face and saw the master of the hand.
The woman looked very beautiful, with silky black hair, a plump figure, and fair skin.
She wears a purple sleeveless waistcoat underneath a silk petticoat of the same color and a red wrap skirt with a maple leaf pattern on the outside.
The waistcoat and petticoat have a diamond pattern of light and dark.
It looks very three-dimensional, like bumpy lizard skin.
She carried a wooden staff in her hand.
It looks like the style usually used by priests, and the white wooden handle is wrapped with a blue moon cloth.
In the middle of the diamond-shaped cane, a large sapphire is inlayed.
"Katrana?
Count Presto?
Maybe I should call you Princess Onexia?
Windsor squinted and asked calmly, but his heart was far from being as calm as his expression, and anger and anger surged in his heart like magma in a volcano, eager to burn his enemies to ashes.
Holding back his anger, he raised his hand and pointed his sword at the woman, "Stay away from my king!"
” But the countess was unfazed by the marshal's threat.
She looked at Windthor as casually as she saw a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"I'm so surprised that you're here."
She said in surprise, but from her face, there was no expression of surprise, "But after you escaped from the Black Stone Abyss, you still insisted on coming back here, I can only say that you are killing yourself!"
” She turned her head.
Looking at the man standing to the right of the king, he said affectionately, "Is that so, dear Berval?"
” "Yes, that's right."
The man said in a hoarse voice.
Wendthor looked away.
I was surprised to find that the eyes were dull and the figure was rickety.
Described as a withered, pale old man.
It turned out to be the regent Berval?
Vortagen!
His countenance was much older than he looked for his age.
Although Wendthor focused all his attention on the little king as soon as he entered the hall, to be honest.
This regent is too nonexistent, right?
Although he was dressed in ornate armor decorated with golden patterns, it could not attract people's attention to him, and he just stood there silently, like a walking corpse that had long lost its soul.
"You wicked woman, what have you done to him?"
Windsor shouted in shock, what this woman had done to Bolval had completely angered him, and he realized that only by solving this woman, the source of all evil, could the Lord Regent be saved from the sinking abyss.
"You can't escape your fate, Onexia.
The prophecy has predestined all of this - the visions that emerge from the halls of Karazhan have foreshadowed your end.
Now, let's make a wrap......" he said loudly, drawing his sword from his waist, but he didn't come forward at once, for his king was still in the woman's hand.
Rat-throwing, he had to take that into account.
Countess Catlana?
Presto laughed.
"The end?
Hahahaha.
You will be imprisoned and tried for treason, Windsor.
I would be glad to see the judges declare you guilty and send you to the gallows. ” "Do you think your decree will still be enforced?"
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Windsor scoffed, gesturing out of the castle, "Your lackeys have either been caught by the populace or are hiding in the house shivering, who else can help you?"
” "As your limp body sways on the gallows, I rejoice that the life of a madman has finally come to an end.
After all, what proof do you have?
Are you going to provoke a nobleman here and leave unscathed?
The woman retorted triumphantly, but the curse was like an empty threat, vicious but destined not to be carried out, and sounded more like the imagination of a hysterical woman.
The marshal scoffed at her words, and under the woman's horrified gaze, he happily took two stone slabs from his bag and put them together.
"That's the proof!
The Black Iron Dwarves believe that the slabs are encrypted.
But it's not a password, it's just an ancient dragon language.
Listen, you dragon, let the truth be revealed!
” Windsor lifted the stone slab high and began chanting the spell in the dragon language.
As the spell sounded, powerful arcane energy began to converge towards the slate.
The countess instinctively sensed the threat.
She finally changed her face and yelled angrily, "Dragon soldiers, tear them apart!"
Fast!
” Just around the throne hall, the soldiers on duty rushed towards Windthor.
But the magical power of the tablet apparently did not work on the countess alone, and as they ran, the magical power began to force them to reveal their true colors.
They are not human at all!
Membrane-like bat wings protrude from their backs, they have the shiny scales of a fish, and the edges of their wings are hooked, but they walk on all four legs like crocodiles.
As they grew in size, the Stormwind-style armor they wore began to peel off from them, but in fact, the scales on their bodies were more than enough to defend themselves.
Regardless, the faces of these creatures were enough to make people shiver—not the faces of any creature Wendthor had ever seen, whether in the Eastern Kingdoms or on the continent of Kalimdor or in the most terrifying nightmares.
Their lower body resembles that of a crocodile, with a scaly-covered skin, a fat belly, four legs, and a tail with dorsal spines.
They have the upper body of a humanoid, with long, thick arms and a humanoid torso, but attached to their necks is a scaly crocodile head!
The aberrant creatures hatched from these dragon eggs have been filled with hatred for other intelligent beings since the day they were born, and they are hostile to anyone but their dragon masters, and take pleasure in killing them.
Windsor continued to chant the dragon words on the stone tablet aloud, and beside him, the Druid Bear and the Yellow Panther Guan Haifa bowed their bodies, ready to pounce, their throats roaring low, ready to insert their fangs and sharp teeth ~ into the enemy's body.
However, the power of the two stone tablets together was clearly more than that, and under its arcane brilliance, some kind of mental spell that had been applied to the Lord Regent was broken.
Bolvar?
Vortagen looked at the nightmarish scene in front of him, and slowly straightened up, as careful as a servant who had been bent over for a long time.
Eventually, he stood with his head held high, finally transforming back into the formidable paladin and invincible commander of people's memories.
As he looked at the demonic Dragonman Guard, his blue eyes glowed with rage.
"I've been dreaming all the hard things lately," he muttered, and then put his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, and removed his shield from his back with the other, "but I feel like I've been given a new lease of life now, Windsor, and I really wish you came sooner, so I'll wake up sooner."
But I swear you're never too late, because you've awakened me completely!
You saved the honor of a half-buried veteran!
(To be continued.) )