At this point in time, Reginald Windsor was just an ordinary young soldier, a knight candidate. He was no different from the thousands of soldiers under Anduin Lothar who had yet to experience a real war and could be killed instantly by the orcs' axes.
Even in the future, Reginald wouldn't be someone with an insane amount of power. He would be able to deal with ordinary experts, but even if he were to fight against a real hero, he would be killed in one move, let alone a fierce person like a tribal chief.
He did not have outstanding leadership skills, and he did not have any outstanding achievements in the World of Warcraft before Duque traveled to this world. Even his promotion was the result of hard work.
However, Reginald Windsor became the Marshal. After his death, he was crowned a hero by the people, the soldiers, and the players.
Why?
Because of his unlimited loyalty to Stormwind City, the largest human kingdom on the continent.
This was the story of a few decades later. One day, the king of Stormwind Kingdom mysteriously disappeared. Windsor found that the nobles in Stormwind City had undergone a strange change. They began to indulge in pleasure and no longer cared about the other Stormwind Kingdom territories other than Stormwind City.
As a result, people were forced to fend for themselves. In the Westfall, Gerian Stroman formed the Westfall People's Army, while in the Twilight Forest, Duke Ebonlocke formed his Night's Watch to protect the people of the Night Town alone.
Windsor couldn't sit still when the Blackrock Beastmen were closing in on the Burning Steppes to the north of Lakeside Town, and there were even rumors of a Black Dragon appearing. He thought of his mission and took the initiative to request to go to the Burning Steppes to lead the alliance against the Blackrock Beastmen and the Black Dragon.
However, Countess Katrana Presto, who had a great influence in the council, firmly opposed his proposal. The Countess's influence even swayed the decision of the regent, Bolvar Fordragon. After completely falling out with the Duchess, he went alone to the Alliance camp in the Burning Steppes (in fact, he was exiled by Stormwind City) to preside over the battle against the Blackrock Orcs.
However, Stormwind City never sent any reinforcements to the Burning Steppes, and Marshal Windsor was captured by the Dark Iron Dwarves in an ambush. The Marshal could only deduce the cause and effect of everything alone in the prison. After connecting all the causes and effects, he found the biggest suspicious point was the Countess Katrana Presto who mysteriously appeared in Stormwind City on the eve of the king's disappearance.
However, he had no proof.
When we found Marshal Windsor in the Iron Gaol, he refused to come out, and cursed the Duke of Bolvar Fordragon for being a perfect fool. In fact, now that everything had been sorted out, it was actually safer to stay in the Dark Iron Dwarves' prison. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to uncover the black dragon's conspiracy before he died.
When Duque and the players found a mysterious note in the Blackrock Abyss and handed it to Marshal Windsor, he became excited. He saw hope. He had found proof. This was the hope to break the mystery. He had the players get the two stone slabs and rushed out of the prison. He wanted to go to Stormwind City, for the sake of Stormwind, for the sake of the Alliance, and expose the true face of Countess Katrana Presto.
He entered Stormwind City, and under the witness of the five heroes of the Second War, he gained the trust of his former friend. Along the way, all the soldiers knelt on one knee and saluted him.
He entered Stormwind Stronghold and used the stone slabs he obtained from the Dark Iron Dwarves to force out the true face of Countess Katrana Presto — the Princess of the Black Dragon, Onyxia. The enraged black dragon gave Marshal Windsor a fatal blow before flying away.
Bolvar Fordragon, who had regained consciousness, single-handedly destroyed the Black Dragon guards who had taken human form around him. But none of this could save Marshal Windsor's life. A hero had finally reached the end of his life. He faced his fate with a smile and was fearless.
Recalling the tear-jerking "history" in the game, Duque couldn't help but feel lost and thoughtful.
Turning his head to look out the window, the first rays of dawn seemed to have just brushed past the tips of Duque's hair. It had only been a few days since he transmigrated, but Duque felt that this period of time had been spent in urgency and unease.
Duque suddenly smiled.
He used to think that if he could hear the names of Stormwind City, Karazhan, and The Dark Portal from the Warcraft movies, and hear these memorable lines, he would be very happy and satisfied.
Because in those countless days and nights, he had measured every inch of the land with the feet of a silly wizard named "Little Demon Feifei."
Even if time flew, and this once world's number one game could no longer keep up with the times, and was mocked by younger players for being outdated, he still loved her.
Every night, he would dream of her.
When he couldn't sleep, he didn't look at the moon outside the window. Instead, he logged into the game, sat on his favorite pure white griffin, flew into the sky, and looked down at this beautiful continent.
He used to think that the box office of the Warcraft movies was not good, and that there would be no more sequels. Not only did he buy ten or twenty movie tickets, but he also organized a group with his childhood friends to watch the movie.
Because she was with me for such a long and beautiful time …
He used to think that this was the best way to protect her.
"But now, I have found a better way to protect her," Duque muttered to himself.
He raised his head and looked at the rising sun. Duque knew very well that he couldn't fight against Sargeras, who had obtained Medivh's body and a huge amount of guardian magic.
Even if all the forces on the continent joined forces, they might not be able to do it.
The opening of the Dark Portal was irreversible.
The sun shone on Duque's face. It was warm, and Duque felt the pulse of fate again.
The sun would rise day after day, and the only thing he could control was the progress of fate after the opening of the Dark Portal …
At this point, Duque took a deep breath and waved the name list in his hand. He pointed at Reginald Windsor's name. "Hello, Captain Casia. I want him."
"Him?" Casia's expression was a little strange. Of course, the strange reason came from Duque. He noticed that Duque's reaction became very intense when he saw Windsor's name.
"Is there a problem?" Duque asked.
"Uh, since his name is on the list, it means that Sir Lothar thinks that he is a reliable and capable young man. I don't have a problem. I'm just curious why you chose him. "
Duque smiled and said, "Because I feel the fetters of fate!"
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