Lothar is very busy.

After being embraced by death, he gained near-eternal life, but he felt that time was running out, so His Majesty the Lich King became a dog that took the initiative to get involved.

He leads by example and is not willing to waste a minute on useless things.

Therefore, after gathering the death navy that he was very satisfied with in the waters of Quel'Thalas, His Majesty Lothar handed over the control of the fleet to his admiral.

He himself took his three Apocalypse Knights and the death knights of the Iron Horse Brotherhood to the coast of Quel'Thalas, preparing for his "Northern Border Patrol."

He couldn't even get around to meeting Black, and the pirate didn't seem to have any intention of saying anything to Losado.

After having a simple but gunpowder-smelling dinner with little Gianna and her family on Fenner's ship "Queen of the Golden Sword", this annoying guy quietly disappeared under the night of the Elf Kingdom.

.

His "The Evil of the World" had already left this sea area before and returned to Mechagon's home port for repairs and reinforcements in all aspects.

Although this voyage was fruitful, the ship still had "hundreds of millions" of minor problems that needed to be adjusted.

The mechanical gnomes are very obsessed with the perfect form of this ship. They regard it as an epoch-making work of engineering. This group of ingenious mechanics will not allow any flaws in the evil ship of this world.

Of course, there was a shameless troll pirate god who went back with them.

Garboa seems to be afraid that Black will regret it, so he insists on pushing the transformation process of his Reaper to the front end of the Mechagon production line.

For this reason, he even wanted to bribe Prince Erazmin with money.

Of course, this damn request was rejected by the upright dwarf prince.

However, Mechagon still reached a "cooperation agreement" with the old troll. There were few mechanical gnomes, and many of the materials they needed were monopolized by the goblin consortium.

Therefore, the Mechanical Prince asked Gaboa to teach those goblins who kept maliciously raising prices "a lesson".

For this job, Gaboa said it was a piece of cake. Anyway, he needed money to complete the renovation of the Reaper. Isn't this a sleepy pillow?

As we all know, goblins are the richest!

Moreover, goblins are generally rich and unkind and can be killed!

Of course, Gaboa also wanted to avoid disaster by sending his ship to Mechagon for renovation.

In this great sea battle, he stood completely on the opposite side of the Sky Wall, helping the Hydrasian water elements to defeat the wind elemental army.

With the Wind Rider's insane state and pettiness, if Gaboa doesn't find a place to hide, he might be directly visited by the Eternal Wind Legion to "give him warmth" tomorrow.

Anyway, a naval battle changes a lot of things, and its influence takes time to spread.

At night in Quel'Thalas, Dailin, who was standing on the coast, watched with complicated emotions as her Sea King was driven away from the sea by a group of excited pirates called by Fenna.

My naughty daughter even couldn't wait to write the name of the "Golden Sword Queen" on the sail, thus announcing her great cause of defeating Dai Lin.

"My daughter has grown up."

Next to Dai Lin, Mrs. Jin Jian said awkwardly:

"Don't take it too seriously. I still have some personal money. When we return to Kul Tiras, I will pay to build you an identical ship."

"There will never be another King of the Seas in the world."

Dai Lin glanced at the mast fragments belonging to the King of the Sea that he was holding in his hand. He smiled and whispered:

"My ship was taken away, and my career as a seaman was over. My sons and daughters worked together to send me out of the battlefield of this sea. They hoped that I would stay in my hometown and become a good king, and not interfere with the next era.

great cause.

so be it.

Anyway, I am indeed old..."

"It's better to be cruel and become an undead, Dai Lin."

The voice of the old Marshal Bali came from the dark night. Dailin looked back and saw General Death, wearing an old Kul Tiran military uniform and a worn-out three-cornered hat, walking towards him.

He seems to have lots of energy.

Except for his eyes that burned with blue flames, he was almost the same as when he was alive.

"Only after death will you understand the generosity and kindness of death to us old men."

Marshal Barre said in his hollow voice:

"When I was still alive, I had to go to the toilet twice a night, and I had to control my food intake every time I ate to avoid embarrassing situations. You may not know that during a certain meeting, I almost lost control of my damn bladder.

The injury I suffered back then caused severe pain in my legs every rainy day, my teeth were almost gone, I could no longer see anything in my left eye, and my heart would stop for a few seconds at some point in the night.

Death is not hell. I was already suffering in hell before that.

But old age is a kind of punishment, Dai Lin, a punishment that can truly be experienced and felt.

Especially for people like us.

When you are so old that you can't even control your own urine, you will realize that death is so insignificant compared to this cruel torture.

We can't die in a bed full of excrement.

We must pursue our dignity even until the end of our lives...

So I advise you, before you suffer from insomnia and hair loss all night long, and you can't even chase the enemy, end it yourself as soon as possible, and then you will be like me, and you will seem to be back to the age of twenty with endless energy.

Apart from being troubled by those tepid memories, the period after my death was the most comfortable time I have lived in the past ten years."

As he spoke, Marshal Barry let out a weird and cold laugh. He pulled out a cold ice crystal dagger from his waist and stuffed it into Dai Lin's hand.

He patted Dai Lin on the shoulder as before and said softly:

"When you feel that you are about to lose your dignity and dignity, use this thing to hit your heart hard, so that you can embrace death as a mighty warrior instead of an old and decrepit person...

Don't be afraid, let me, someone who has experienced it, tell you.

It doesn't hurt as much as you think."

"You old dog!"

Dai Lin was not angry either. He laughed and threw the dagger into his bag. He said:

"I've only heard of people being advised to live a good life, but I've never seen people being advised to die. What kind of dog can say such damn words? I'm different from you, you poor, lonely bastard.

I have my wife, I have my children, I have my family.

I haven’t lived enough yet!”

"Tsk, tsk, it's hard to imagine that this is what a man who has just been beaten to the ground by his own daughter would say..."

Old Marshal Barry said sarcastically:

"I heard that your son is not even interested in beating you. How can you have the nerve to continue living when you are a failure? I think you should just die.

Be kind to yourself, Dai Lin.

I'm curious, how did you convince yourself to accept such humiliation?"

"If you don't regard the burden of your family as a humiliation..."

Dai Lin shrugged and said:

"Besides, I am willing, do you care? Go and lead your death fleet. I want to see what you, an old dog, can do with this death fleet?"

"You'll see."

Old Marshal Barry snorted, turned and walked into the darkness, and said:

"During your funeral, I will take my fleet to mourn you. Your son will not allow your soul to fall into our hands. He may arrange a happy ending for you in the world of the dead...

But we will continue to wait in this world until the day when the eternal garrison ends.

farewell.

Daelin Proudmoore.

farewell.

My admiral."

"We will meet again in that world full of war, old Barry."

Dai Lin shouted into the darkness:

"At that time, let's fight again to see who will be the general and who will be the adjutant! I'm sorry, I didn't give you a chance to decide the outcome. Although I gave it a sure result, the result would be the same, but at least it would make you

Be more respectful when you talk to me."

"Haha, what is the name of a loser dog?"

Old Barry's hollow voice came from afar, he said:

"You are destined to lose. I won't show mercy next time."

"Hahaha"

The laughter of the two old men echoed in the desolate night almost at the same time. After the night was quiet, Dai Lin coughed twice and said to Mrs. Jin Jian:

"Go to your manor and rest for a night. Since Lothar is going to meet the kings, I have to attend too."

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To be continued...