Hokage of Azeroth

164【Meet Fording again】

Jordan Stillwell certainly made the right decision.

Although Hearthglen will be occupied by a group of Holy Light terrorists in the future, as Jordan is the blacksmith who knows the Paladins best, the Scarlet Crusade will not harm him.

Not only will it not hurt him, but it may even treat him as a guest and give him a lick.

"I advised Ladimore to stay, but unfortunately he didn't listen to me." Jordan said, "He stubbornly believed that he should follow His Highness Arthas and eliminate the undead as quickly as possible, otherwise no one would be able to escape. "

Rowe: "How do you think this disaster will end?"

"I don't know, we don't even know why this disaster was planned." Jordan shook his head, "But many people will definitely die, many, many."

"...The method mentioned by Brother Keltan is to summon priests, mages, alchemists and scholars from all over the continent to jointly find a cure for the plague. I think this is almost impossible to achieve. Even if it is achieved, I am afraid it will be a long time later. "

"I'm prepared for the worst," he said at last.

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

"Speaking of which, Luo Wei, your strength is beyond my expectation." Jordan smiled, as if he wanted to talk about something lighthearted.

"It's beyond my expectation." Marisa pushed Luo Wei, "Tell me, when did you become so powerful?"

"Have I not always been great?"

"really?"

"I'll let you see it tonight."

……

Rowe rested in Hearthglen for two days. During this period, his main job was to help people clean up the corpses of the undead.

People transported the corpses of the undead outside Hearthglen, and then he used fire escape ninjutsu to burn them in fire, turning the remains of the undead into ashes.

During this period, the paladins of the Silver Hand searched for survivors, preparing to gather as many survivors as possible from the Western Plaguelands to Hearthglen and begin rebuilding the garrison.

In response to the current situation of the undead raging, when rebuilding the military power of Hearthglen, the Silver Hand specially established an organization equivalent to the Paladin Reserve, absorbing a large number of personnel from civilians and ordinary soldiers, and teaching them the way of the Holy Light.

This morning.

Luo Wei had just finished burning a pile of undead corpses, and suddenly his expression changed slightly, and he raised his head and stared at somewhere in the distance.

"What's the matter, Master Luo Wei?" a soldier asked carefully.

"Nothing, you go back first." Rowe waved his hand and told the soldiers to go back to Hearthglen while he walked in a certain direction.

A moment later, a figure on horseback appeared not far ahead. This man was tall, but he was wrapped tightly in tan linen clothes, and his face could not be seen clearly.

This man obviously wanted to enter Hearthglen, and the position where Rowe stood was almost the only way to enter Hearthglen, so he finally had to rein in his horse and stop in front of Rowe.

But after he stopped, he remained silent again, as if he didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

In the end, it was Luo Wei who spoke first, and he smiled slightly: "You are well, Lord Fording."

The other party's body stiffened, and then an old voice sounded: "How did you recognize me? I remember you, you are the nephew of the Sheriff of Nanhai Town."

Luo Wei did not explain.

Of course he could recognize Fording.

In Eternal Vision, Tirion Fordring is as conspicuous as a big lightbulb, and it doesn't matter how tightly he is wrapped.

Fording did not continue to dwell on this issue: "I heard that Hearthglen was besieged by an army of undead, so I came to see...how is the situation now?"

"You're a little late, Hearthglen is already fine." Rowe said.

Fording sighed: "Actually, I could have arrived earlier, but one section of the road was blocked by a large number of boulders, so I had to go around and wasted a lot of time. I don't know why, but I seem to do this often. If it’s urgent, you’ll be delayed on the way.”

Luo Wei was startled.

"Is my son okay? His name is Tyran Fording." Old Fording asked again.

"He is fine now." Rowe nodded, "Lord Uther established a reserve organization of Paladins in Hearthglen, and your son serves as the assistant to the commander. I guess it won't be long before he can Become an official member of the Silver Hand."

Old Fording's voice was suddenly filled with relief: "That's good, that's good."

The two talked for a while.

"What's your name?" Old Fording asked.

"Rovie Redpath."

"Thank you, Rowe." Old Fording's tone gradually became a little lower. "I am still a sinner of the Alliance and cannot show up easily. I hope you will not mention me to others after you return to Hearthglen."

"I see."

"The Holy Light bless you, friend." Old Fording said the last words, and then rode away.

After two days of rest, the side effects of the Third Gate completely subsided, and Rowe said goodbye to everyone in Hearthglen and left with Marissa.Uther said nothing about this.

"How do we get to Darrow County?" Marissa asked.

"I'll carry you." Rowe smiled, and then he couldn't help but carry Marissa on his back, "Hold me tight and let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a series of afterimages.

The Western Plaguelands have already lived up to their name, and the Eastern Plaguelands don’t seem to be much slower.

Not long ago, there were no signs of the plague here, but this time, you can already see a lot of ruins, corpses, and decayed objects along the way.

Like the Western Plaguelands, some villages were completely destroyed by the plague, and then were occupied by evil undead creatures in the form of ruins.

There is a kind of giant maggot called carrion worm. They are a disgusting existence here.

However, as the plague spread crazily, the once disgusting carrion bugs gradually became the purest creatures on the land - they were not infected by the plague.

In the near future, Old Fording, who lives in seclusion in the valleys of the Eastern Plaguelands, will have to rely on carrion worms as his only source of food. He has been eating them for four years without knowing how his stomach is doing.

The day after leaving Hearthglen, Rowe and Marissa arrived in Dalong County.

After introducing Marissa to his family, Rowe found old Dugan.

Dugan Wildhammer is sweating profusely in the blacksmith shop. Several of the best blacksmiths in Darrow County are his assistants at this time, working with him to build dragon bone armor.

"Luo Wei, you're back!" Old Dugan put down the blacksmith's hammer and excitedly picked up a dark red shield that was glowing with fire. "Take a look, how does my new shield look like?"

"I made it with the skull and dragon scales of the black dragon, and of course many other materials - such as fire essence, rubies, demonic runes, etc. I just finished it today and I also enchanted it."

"Not bad." Luo Wei didn't understand either, so he touched the shield and said.

"Please give me a name. This shield doesn't have a name yet." Old Dugan said.

Luo Wei thought for a while: "Let's call it...'Bone Fire'."

"Very good, Bone Fire, I think it can resist the most dangerous attacks!" Old Dugan laughed, and then said, "By the way, the black dragon's materials have been almost used, don't you want one? ?”

"I can't use it," Rowe said.

"I know your broadsword is very good, and it's bigger than a shield, but you seem to be lacking a strong enough leather armor." Old Dugan stretched out his hand and patted Luo Wei's chest, "I'll make one for you. Dragon hide armor."

"You can also make leather armor?" Luo Wei asked in surprise.

The dwarf said confidently: "How can such an unskilled job stump Old Dugan?"