Lost in Azeroth

"That should be a very high-level language. One rune can contain tens of thousands of information. It takes time and a lot of energy to analyze it clearly." Zhi Brain analyzed.

"Oh, it's energy again..."

Su Chen immediately became a little frustrated. He is not without energy now. The energy of the sun well is enough for him to use it for a long time.

However, the question now is how to take the Sunwell out of the personal space!

On the way south from Silvermoon City, he once tried to ask Sylvanas for some water from the Sunwell, only to learn that she had left all the bottles of water in Silvermoon City.

While feeling that Sylvanas was too stupid, Su Chen had to accept the fact that he was guarding Jinshan but had no money.

Although he was concerned about the safety of the army, Su Chen did not go directly to Andorhal.

Now that Mograine and others have controlled the army, even if he rushes over, it is of no use.

Those big men who founded the Scarlet Crusade have a higher reputation in the army than the Prince of Lordaeron, especially now that most people still think he has fallen.

"It's a pity that Uther, the most loyal, died in battle and became an undead..." Su Chen sighed in his heart. If Uther is not dead, he can solve everything with only the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"By the way, besides Uther, there should be someone with a higher prestige than Mograine and others." Su Chen suddenly thought of another person with high prestige, but who has been ignored by him-Tiri. O Fording!

Although he was deprived of the power of the Holy Light, he was still the first-generation paladin after all, and many people, including Uther, still respect him.

Now the old Fording should be living a secluded life on the banks of the Sodoril, and even Taelan thought that his father was already dead.

If you can find Tirion Fording and ask him to come out, then it is not a problem to persuade Tairan to take back control of Hearthglen.

Thinking of this, Su Chen immediately controlled the Griffin and flew to the northwest.

He soon saw the fast-flowing Sodoril River. This river that originated in the south of Quel'Thalas divided the Plaguelands into two parts, and then poured into Lake Mirundal.

But what surprised Su Chen was that many ships were passing through the river that was heavily polluted by the undead plague.

Su Chen slightly lowered the flying height of the Griffin, and immediately found that the boats in the river were all huge hatred and catapults!

"These ships...are they from Stratholme?!" Su Chen was shocked, and the operation system of these undead army was far more perfect than he expected.

With the Sodoril River as a transport link, the abominations produced by Stratholme’s slaughterhouse can directly reach Keldaron and Andorhal!

"The situation may be worse than expected." Su Chen's mood became even heavier as he walked north along the river and watched the ships that were continuously going down the river.

The combat power of these giant abominations can be far stronger than ordinary skeletons and ghouls, and has almost reached the level of elite knights, but they can be fearless of life and death, and they can often explode when they die, with extremely strong lethality.

"It seems that in order to regain Lordaeron in the future, Stratholme must be destroyed first..."

Su Chen was thinking about it, but a warning from Zhi Brain sounded in his mind.

When he looked down, he immediately saw a tall and thin figure on the Sodoril River, staring at the ships full of hatred on the river like himself.

Chapter 63 Persuasion

(); Although the tall and thin figure on the river is dressed as an old farmer, ordinary farmers are afraid to get down when they see these hateful ships. Where can they dare to stand alone in such a calm wind.

"This guy should be the target of his trip, Tirion Fording..."

Su Chen landed the tired Griffin down, and then quickly walked towards the tall and thin old man. Alsace had the appearance of Old Fording in his memory, but that was from when he was the Lord of Hearthglen many years ago. Up.

"Alsace... Your Royal Highness?" The tall and thin old man frowned, looked at Su Chen hesitantly, but quickly recognized his identity.

However, although there was no movement on the surface, Su Chen could feel that his whole body was taut. It is estimated that as long as he moved slightly, he would immediately launch an attack.

Su Chen couldn't help showing a bitter smile. Obviously, this tall and thin old man was indeed Old Fording, but although he lived in this desolate river bank, the news was not completely blocked. He already knew the news of Alsace's fall.

"It's me..." Su Chen didn't continue to approach, but began to repeat his defense.

Unexpectedly, he was originally worried that the old man would not believe him like Mograine and others, but after listening to his explanation, Old Fording immediately relaxed and saluted him.

"Because I lost everything when I was in Northrend, I can't prove my identity now. Do you believe what I said..." Su Chen smiled bitterly.

"Of course I believe that I am a useless old man living in seclusion. There should be nothing worthy of the Prince's deception." Tirion laughed.

Su Chen shook his head when he heard the words, "I think you should already know the current situation in Lordaeron. The undead are raging everywhere, and the people are suffering. This country needs you, and the people need you. I hope you can put on it again. Tabard."

"I have been driven out by the Silver Hand, and I have long since lost the power of the Holy Light. I am afraid I can't do much besides farming on this small farm." Tirion smiled bitterly and spread his hands, looking unwilling. Out of the mountain.

In fact, in the history of World of Warcraft, Old Fording rushed to the execution ground to save the orcs after being deprived of the power of the Holy Light. He was completely treasonous. After living in seclusion, his will was depressed, even when the natural disasters were raging. He stayed there for many years, until his son Taelan died.

His current appearance is indeed not much different from the average farmer.

But Su Chen would naturally not be deceived by this appearance.

Uther can't use the Holy Light after being transformed into an undead, but his combat power is still blasted, and there is no problem with a single person in the psychic academy.

Old Fording and his fellow first-generation Paladins, their combat power will certainly not be under it. Moreover, it is not difficult for this old man to fully restore the power of the Holy Light. After getting the Ashbringer, he will be able to compete with the Lich King. contend.

"Do you know that Teacher Uther has died in Andorhal?" Su Chen said suddenly.

"Uther died in battle?" Old Fortin's tall and thin body trembled visibly, and at the same time showed a look of consternation.

Since the Undead Scourge has almost completely controlled the Plaguelands, Old Fording's news is obviously lagging behind.

"He and the Paladins of the Silver Hand, in order to guard Andorhal, would rather die than retreat, and were resurrected as undead by those demons after he died in battle." Su Chen said in a deep voice.

"These damn demons!" Old Fording's clenched fists could not help trembling slightly, obviously he was extremely angry.

"However, Uther is extremely loyal to Lordaeron, and his belief in the Holy Light is also exceptionally firm. Even if he became an undead, he still got rid of the control of those demons. Now he is still holding the old warhammer to save Lordaeron. Fight, and personally regained Kael Daron.” Su Chen said, but did not say that he used Frostmourne to make Uther sober.

"Oh, where is Uther now?" Old Fording finally breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"Before I went to Quel'Thalas to remind those high elves to be careful of the undead's attacks, Master Uther was in Hearthglen, with Lord Taelan, but now he may have left..."

"Hearthglen? Taelan?" Old Fording opened his eyes suddenly. It is obvious that although he lives in seclusion here, he still cares about his son very much.

"Well, Lord Taelan is leading the soldiers in Hearthglen against the undead. We originally planned to use Hearthglen as a base and gradually recover Lordaeron. However, during my trip to Quel'Thalas, Mo Gleny and the others also rushed to Hearthglen. They thought Teacher Uther had become an undead, so they expelled him."

"Mograine... they are indeed too extreme." Old Fording frowned slightly.

"Not only that, they also took the remnants of Hearthglen soldiers to attack the capital of Lordaeron. It is likely to ruin the last resistance of Lordaeron, and once this last resistance fails, Hearthglen will definitely also Will be captured by those undead, so I hope you can come forward to dissuade them, lest the soldiers of Hearthglen die in vain." Su Chen stared at Tirion after speaking.

Hearthglen was originally the territory of Tirion Fording, and I believe he would not sit back and watch his people die in vain.

"This... I need to think about it..." Tirion really hesitated.

"It's too late to think about it. I just came from Dahlone County. It was just captured by the undead and it has become a ruin. Nowadays, many people in Lordaeron are trying their best to resist the undead's attack, but they won't last long. You should see the boats on the river that are constantly flowing day and night. The spirits on it are transported by the spirits of the undead. The arrival of each boat is likely to cause a trapped village to be captured. We must do our best to save Lordaeron. People, Tirion, Lordaeron needs you now!" Su Chen continued to persuade.

"I am willing to fight for Lordaeron, but I have long been driven into exile by the Silver Hand, and I cannot return..."

Su Chen immediately interrupted him, and said solemnly, "I will restore your former honor as Prince Lordaeron, Lord Tirion, I order you to return to Hearthglen immediately."