: Festival 67: Oscar's Fear

Northrend Continent, Silver League Camp, Central Tavern.
At night, the most lively place in the whole camp is conveniently this small pub.
Except for a small number of paladins and priests who insist on hard life, they are not interested in it. After everyone has finished their busy day and fighting, the preferred place to entertain and relax is here.
Tirion is a noble paladin full of justice, which is completely correct, but he also has to eat, and his Silver Northern Expeditionary Army also has to eat. His entire Silver Dawn forces also have to eat. The belief of Holy Light does not allow You fill your stomach, so these worldly and coppery things are not something you do n’t like if you do n’t like it.
The Central Tavern can contribute at least a few thousand gold coins to the Silver Northern Expeditionary Force every night. This is a large source of income for the Silver Northern Expeditionary Force, which is a national army.
What do you mean that the noble Paladins should not regard gold coins as important?
What a joke, is this a gold coin! This is life!
Without these miscellaneous sources of income, all members of the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army had to collectively drink the northwest wind the next day and talk about the justice of the Holy Light.
Therefore, the pavilion opened by the Paladin is no different from other ordinary pubs on the mainland. At most, the overall decoration is more conservative and rigorous, and the style is not so cheerful and unrestrained.
But what's wrong with this, a few glasses of strong thunder ale, you are in a solemn and quiet monastery, then you can also get up high.
The lobby of the tavern was as noisy and chaotic as ever, with adventurers from all over the world and vacation soldiers from various departments of the Northern Expeditionary Army coming and going in the wide hall, and the crowds were surging.
The second floor area is quieter. It belongs to an elegant room suitable for chatting. The specific charges are also more expensive. So unless you are pursuing a girl and pretending to be a wave, there are not many people who are willing to come to the second floor.
"That day's championship trial had no chance to satisfy my curiosity, so ... I am curious, Oscar, what are you most afraid of?"
Paltris took a sip of lighter sparkling cider and smiled at the dwarf elder who was sitting in the opposite side.
"Ah ... on this subject, Lao Tzu ... um ... I'm certainly not afraid of anything, ha ha ha ha ha hiccups! I'm not afraid! Have I told you, I've met Titan God ? "
Paltris shook her head, "I've only heard that the Lord Zorodar personally helped you to transform your dust messenger, Lord Ashley Mograine hates to die you."
Oscar came to the spirit immediately, and maybe it was changing the subject.
"That was, it was still the dark tide of the Orc Wars. I said that the Queen of Darkness Sylvanas was too violent and would definitely not marry, so I was sadly hated, hey ... that careful-eyed elf lady!"
"Then the Titan Venerable who learned about this matter was very angry. In order to avenge Sylvanas, he sent thousands of sacred troops to arrest me!"
Patrice smiled and listened to Oscar quietly telling the old story with some details tampered with.
"But I'm not afraid. At that time I said, don't move, I will go by myself! Then I followed them to Stormwind City and saw the Titan Deity."
"The Titan Divine Sovereign was deeply convinced by my guts and humility. I personally loosened my tie, and then cried and shouted that I had to help me transform the dust messenger, I refused him and I was urgent!"
"Well, why is there a small difference from what I have heard? I heard that you learned that the Holy Army was looking for you in the world, and it ran faster than anyone else."
Paltris chuckled with her mouth covered.
"Ahaha ... rumors! It's all rumors! Let me tell you more about my legendary experience in the depths of Tirisfal Glades, angry at the wings of death."
Is another cup of thunder ale, and Oscar starts to run freely, and must continue to tell his old story with Paltris, decisive battle with the winged king of Tirisfal, high-end confrontation. . . Well, this story is good.
Patrice's face became serious now.
"Why don't you tell me the story between you and the young son of the Magelane's mage? You are now so famous and respected by all adventurers, but you never mentioned that past, did you? ? "
Oscar stiffened at the words and slowly lowered the raised glass in his hand.
"I ... that past is not a commendable experience, and I don't want to mention it, I don't want to think about it."
Paltris nodded, "I understand, an experience that you chose to deliberately forget, I think that is where your real fear lies, right?"
"The world only knows that you died in Andorhal, and you ..."
"enough."
Oscar said quietly.
Suffocated the ale in the glass, and the dwarf smiled a little.
"Ah ... I think I'll be here today, we will meet again in another day."
Paltris shook his head and looked directly at Oscar.
"Everyone has their own fears. If you don't overcome them, but choose to evade constantly, that will only become your fatal weakness."
"So what do you want me to say, do you want to listen to that story? Well, how about I tell you."
Oscar sat down again and stared at Paltris.
"Because of my self-confidence and the foolishness of stimulating adventures, I took Sisaris to Andorhal to hunt for high-level undead Where he died, Sisalis exploded into fly ash because of arcane spells, but I became a death knight and continue to exist in this world. Is that true, satisfied? "
Paltris immediately shook her head, "So you think this is your fault? You killed the mage who trusted you so much, and you continued to exist in another way, which slowly became yours. Fear? Are you afraid to think about it, are you afraid to face him? "
"I should stop him. He shouldn't end that. He should become a powerful lich and continue to survive."
"You entered a misunderstanding, Oscar."
Partrice looked at the dwarf in front with soft eyes, "You are using your present vision and knowledge to think about the past you, and the past you know nothing about these, a glorious battle. Death is the best ending I can think of at the time. "
Looking at the loose Oscar, Paltris stood up, pulled the dwarf and walked out.
"Where are we going?"
"Trial ground."
The crusaders test field at night was empty, and Oscar stood in the center of the field, begging.
"No, I don't want that ... this is useless ..."
"Let's talk less, let's get started."
Paltris raised his staff, and a strange shadow spell shot at Oscar, which quickly enveloped the entire dwarf.
"Face your fear, overcome it, overcome it."
Oscar was trembling. He looked at the human mage composed of shadow energy in front of him. A facial feature that he dared not think about and dared to face appeared before his eyes.
"Oscar ... I trust you, follow your advice, and be willing to be your junior, and you killed me! You survived!"
Cissaris Mograine's fear illusion roared at Oscar, then raised his staff and fired an arcane barrage towards Oscar.
Oscar was blasted and fell heavily on the ground.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't know ... I didn't mean it."
Boom!
Is another burst of arcane barrage.
"You vent, this is what you deserve."
Boom!
"It's almost enough, I really hold ..."
Boom!
"It's all over! Lao Tzu is so painful, so apologetic to you, your kid ..."
Boom!
"Your grandmother is a shit! You are not the kid of Sisalis at all. Even if he is resentful, it is also the dog hybrid of the Lich King!"
Oscar was furious, and suddenly took out the dust messenger from his waist, put on a layer of magic absorption shield, and rushed up.
Goodbye my friend.
I will inherit your will, your fearlessness and determination, and take revenge on the Lich King.
Don't blame me, I believe you will not blame me.
I am Oscar Flash Diamond, your death ~ EbookFREE.me ~ will become my endless motivation for revenge.
Farewell, Andorhal.
Farewell, Western Salis.
The illusion of fear is dissipated into a star of dark energy under the breath of Oscar's most powerful skill, the ice dragon.
The dwarf stood quietly for a while, then shrugged, reappearing the proud look of the world.
"Well, there is a good human sister over there, should you torture me like this tonight, should I also torture you? If I want to say that we will go find an unmanned tent directly ..."
Oscar said, immediately opened his arms and took a posture that I wanted to fly.
But the expected torrent of Holy Light did not appear, and Paltris shook his head with a smile.
"Then you have to win first, and then I will tell you the story of your decisive battle with the Deathwing in Tirisfal Glades, but I haven't told me yet."
Oscar smiled at the words, bent down, and exaggeratedly made a gesture of invitation.
"Then, Priest, we can go back and continue, right?"
Farewell, the fear of the past.
Strode into the Central Tavern, Oscar looked back at the dark night.
Farewell, old story.
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