Today is the funeral of General Abydis of the Order of the Silver Dawn.

The old general, who was born in the old era, experienced two orc wars in its entirety, and witnessed the fall of the empire and the tragedy of the fall of the Eastern Continent, died in the war of the coalition army attacking the Ulduar inner temple, which is a tragedy that makes all the coalition commanders sigh.

In today's vast antechamber of Ulduar, all the soldiers who are not on duty are gathered here, not only the paladins and priests from the Order State, but also the orc and elven soldiers standing around the square, sending their final blessings to the deceased in their own way, and the commanders of the coalition army, dressed in plain black robes, stand at the front of the square, and they gaze at the bonfire that is burning in front of them, and the bouquets of flowers placed under the makeshift tombstones, and the weapons that the orcs have placed here.

It was a memorial ceremony...

Farther away, in front of General Abydis's body, Anduin Jr. and Sarandia supported Miss Bridgette, weeping bitterly, and behind them, the young paladins of the Holy Cult bowed their heads and silently recited the scriptures of the Holy Light, seeing off a difficult but respectable senior at the coldest pole of the world.

General Abydis died a heroic death, although it was not a classic ending for an old soldier, and he did not die in the final battle, he and the Grand Knight of Mograine led the paladins of the Silver Dawn in the inner sanctum to purge the Titan Creator minions who had been infected by the forces of chaos, and the sudden earthquake caused everyone to panic, and the boulders and steel of the inner sanctum of Ulduar swayed and collapsed, almost blocking everyone's way out.

At the most critical moment, the old general pushed Anduin away from him, but he was crushed under the ruins by a boulder that fell from the sky.

At the last moment, he still made his own choice, the choice made him very annoying, but he had already proved that his own Anduin lived, and himself, a soldier belonging to the old era, used this not very decent way to complete his last road.

When the soldiers of the coalition army cleaned up the ruins and carried the old general's body out of it after 2 days, they also found the last letter written by General Abidis when he was dying, probably the last words written in extreme pain and loneliness, those words were very sloppy, but they were filled with a lonely father's last concern for his daughter.

"My daughter Bridget:"

"I may have left this world by the time you read this letter, I'm sorry I can't say goodbye to you in person, and I'm sorry I haven't handled our relationship well in recent years, but I want you to know that I have always loved you as much as I used to, just like your mother."

"My child, I can't feel my legs anymore, I can feel it, I'm bleeding, I'm cold... This temple is so far from our home, and I'm worried about whether my soul will be able to go back to your mother after I die, I have so much to say to you, about the Silver Dawn, about the faith, about that pesky little imp... But forget it. ”

"At this moment, let us leave behind those things that make people unhappy, my daughter, you are the most important treasure in my life, beyond faith, beyond my existence, even beyond my soul... Ah, I heard, a voice calling to me, very much like your mother, maybe that's where I belong. ”

"Bridget, my daughter, I'm sorry, I didn't praise you too much while we were still talking, I couldn't tell you how happy I was when you became a paladin, I didn't tell you how proud I felt when you joined the Knights of the Silver Hand, I was angry when you made your choice to be a member of that little imp's Holy Cult, but I also felt a sense of relief."

"You have grown up, you have your own wings to fly freely in this world, you no longer need my protection, for a father, your growth has made me have no regrets, and my biggest regret is that I have not been able to tell you these words in person, my daughter, you are the brightest and most proud light in my life full of tragedy."

"Go on bravely, my daughter, don't grieve my departure, I'll be there when you need it, when you turn back... Ah, I see your mother, she's still so beautiful, she's coming to pick me up..."

"Goodbye, my daughter... I'll bless you..."

The letter was handed over to Miss Bridgette from the hand of Tyr as soon as possible, causing the proud Paladin to faint on the spot, and her father's departure seemed to pull this sincere believer back from the infinite faith of the Light, causing her emotions that had begun to become indifferent to erupt again, but... That's a good thing.

Over-indulging in faith can also destroy one's life, and when the soul is filled with faith, other good things cannot enter it.

In other words, the death of the old General Abydis, at a very critical moment, brought his daughter back to the present world, and in the last moments of his life, he sacrificed himself to save her.

He is still her hero, his daughter's staunchest defender... He did not live up to the name "father".

But the death of a hero is a sad thing in the end, when the paladins of the Holy Army carried the body of General Abydis and sent it into the bonfire, many priests wept silently, and Mr. Duane, the archmage of the Holy Light who was watching the ceremony, swayed between pain and remorse, and fell to the ground.

This caused a small wave of confusion, but it did not affect the continuation of this solemn ceremony, in order to bid farewell to the old friend, even the old Knight of Uther, the continent of Kalimdor, rushed over, and the body of the hero was ignited in the flames, and a spark of holy light burned in the orange flames, as if to lead a great soul back to the holy light.

The night elf sentries raised their weapons and silently chanted the prayer of the moon god, while the orcs straightened their chests, put their fists on their chests, and sang a desolate war song to see off the old general, and the shamans of the minotaurs stood high in the hall, and between their fingers, a touch of golden dust fell in the cold wind of the place, making the haze of the sky of Ulduar City brightened.

Farther away, the Titan City Guardians also stood there, they were not as emotional as mortals, but as a comrade-in-arms who had been fighting with the coalition for several months, the giantess Elonnaya personally shaped a stone statue for General Abydis last night, representing the Guardians' affirmation of the prisoner's hero.

The statue will be returned to Tyr as a memento of the mortal heroes who died in this war of the gods.

And the city of Ulduar, the city of machines that has been completely liberated from the Dark Age, will also be preserved, the coalition high-level has been communicating with the guardians about this matter in recent days, they have met with the venerable Lai several times, although there is no agreement yet, but it is foreseeable that the city will not be closed again in the future, it will serve as a neutral holy city, accepting creatures from all races and civilizations.

The Guardians want to continue to observe the civilization of mortals, and the mortals want to get closer to the Guardians, and perhaps in the not-too-distant future, the city at the North Pole of Azeroth will become prosperous and become a part of this world civilization circle, and a symbol.

Prophet Viren wore the most solemn sacrificial robes, escorted by several Draenei garrisons, the prophet placed a bouquet of white flowers in front of General Abydis's tombstone, when the human kingdom was still in the eastern continent, Viren had visited those cities, he and General Abydis had some exchanges, this dead hero may not be a friend of Viren, but he fought for the faith of the Light, died for the Light, it is reasonable, the Prophet Viren has to express his sorrow.

Of course, attending the funeral was only one of the purposes of Viren's visit to Ulduar, and he had another thing to talk about with Anduin Jr.

After the funeral, in the camp of the coalition forces, the Prophet looked at the little prince, who was still a little sad, he turned the crystal rosary in his hand, and then whispered:

"In the culture of the Draenei, heroes like General Abydis, after death, return to the bosom of the Light and become part of that halo of stars, who manifest themselves in the sky as stars, continue to pay attention to the world, and when we look up, they are there to watch us, to respond to us with the stars... My child, grief, it represents your nostalgia for him, but don't let grief affect you. ”

"I know, Prophet."

Little Anduin reached out and touched the black strip of cloth on his arm, he was well protected by Tyrion, although he had participated in the battle, he had never felt the feeling of death so closely, the feeling of others sacrificing for themselves was not good, it was some heavy shackles, pressing on the body, people couldn't help but think about more problems.

This process is called "growth".

"I was tested by the Light in Shattrath City, I was trained in martial arts by General Salantis, I know the culture of the Draenei very well, and I am friends with Adar."

Anduin's eyes were closed, and he held a cup of hot tea in both hands, and in the midst of the fragrant smell, the little prince whispered:

"I'm sorry, Prophet, but I'm not in the mood to discuss this with you right now, so let's talk... What did you come to me for? ”

The little prince's slightly rude words did not make the prophet feel uncomfortable, in fact, as a human spirit who has lived for 30,000 years, the prophet can see at a glance that little Anduin is at a loss in his heart now, he has his own thoughts, he is growing up because he has felt death, this is not a bad thing, Viren did not remain silent anymore, he took a sip of tea, and then said to the little prince:

"I'm here to tell you about your invitation to Naru to the Order of the Silver Dawn... Adar has agreed to this request, and has appointed me as a messenger to speak with you about the future of the Holy Cult. ”

Speaking of this, the Prophet sighed with some concern:

"Alas, little Anduin, you may not know that the world of Draenor has not been very peaceful lately... Even Shattrath City is facing some threats. ”

"Hmm."

Anduin nodded, and he looked at the prophet in front of him with some confusion:

"I know that you and Adal have always been in contact, but I have not heard of the threat to Shattrath City, are those restless exiles at war with the Darkblade again?"

"No, not the Dark Blade."

The Prophet shook his head:

"But I think it has something to do with the Darkblade, supposedly a bunch of strange creatures that came out of the depths of Draenor... It's, uh, some belligerent... Lizardmen. ”

"Huh? Lizard... Person? ”

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The story of Azeroth continues, and the stories of other worlds in the stars do not end.

In the portal hall of the world of Argus, Tikdios's huge body squeezed out of the portal, and the Dreadlord yawned a little boredly as he looked at the strange portal guardian in front of him.

The last Guardian of the Portal, the sexy and dissolute Miss Hassabel was sent to the battlefield of Azeroth by fraudsters because of corruption and bribery, and after just one battle, the beautiful and lovely girl disappeared completely, and no one knows her final ending, but when you think about it, that ending is probably not so good.

It was, after all, Azeroth, the most evil planet of the stars, and it was a shame that the invincible Burning Legion had failed there twice!

The Dreadlord walked into the temple of the fraudsters with familiarity, and as expected, the fraudsters were sitting on the throne, dealing with the busy affairs within the legion, the affairs of the Dark Blade Legion would give the High Lord a headache, the Burning Legion was more than ten times the size of the Dark Blade, and the daily tedious affairs were enough to make the fraudsters feel tired.

To manage such a large organization, it is certainly not just about issuing a few orders every day, it is a very stressful job, and ordinary people will never be able to do it, especially after the death of another legion leader, Akmund, the fraudsters have to deal with almost double the daily government affairs, which makes Kil'Gardan very unhappy for a while, and it desperately needs a trustworthy helper to help it.

Otherwise, it is likely to become the first legion leader in the history of the Burning Legion to die of exhaustion due to overwork and heavy pressure, which would be too embarrassing...

"Honorable Fraudster, our progress in Sulama City is gratifying, and in a maximum of 2 months, the complete Eye of Amansur will be stripped from the Well of Night, and we will soon complete the mission entrusted to us by the Dark Titan!"

Tikdios leaned down respectfully and complimented the fraudster:

"And all of this has been done under your wise leadership, and the Dark Titan will inevitably trust you even more because of it!"

"yes, I see."

This good news could hardly make the tired Kilgardan feel joyful, and he waved his hand and motioned for Tikdios to go down, but the Dreadlord rolled his eyes and did not leave there, but whispered:

"And there is good news, our spies in the world of Draenor have discovered some unusual movements in Shattrath City, and those Naru seem to be preparing some actions, which may have something to do with Viren!"

"Viren!"

The name made Kilgardan jerk his head up, and he set aside the seal made of the skull in his hand, and the fraudster's eyes narrowed, and a strange thought suddenly jumped into its mind.

Akmund is dead... It needs a helper, a trustworthy person, Viren... Maybe it's a good fit.

But before that happens, it must find a way to defeat the Prophet's sanity and faith in the Light, and the Eye of Almansur will soon be returned, and the moment the Pillar of Creation will be captured by the Legion will be the moment when the hordes of demons that have now been assembled will once again invade Azeroth... Maybe now, it's time to "talk" to his good brother Viren.

The fraudster thought for a few minutes, then knocked on the table and said to Tikdios quietly:

"Then go ahead! Keep doing what you have to do, don't let Casanatyr find out about your dual identity, and get me General Rakish..."

Hearing this command, a hint of pride flashed in Tikdios' gloomy eyes, and he respectfully withdrew from the deceit's temple, and as he left the throne shrouded in flames, Tikdios snorted:

"Ah, dear prophet Viren... Your good deed, here it comes! ”