In the dark basement of the Lakeside Town tavern, the former hero of Company B, Keeshan, turned into a drunkard and ignored the mayor and Major Danforth’s persuasion. He had had enough of the war, and his heart had been broken by the people’s indifference.
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"Stop drinking! You bastard, don't drink anymore!"
"Bang"
The angry major stepped forward, grabbed the wine bottle from Keeshan's hand, and smashed it to the ground. The smell of bad ale immediately filled this terrible place, but Keeshan just looked at Danforth.
He glanced at it, put the coins in his hand into his pocket impatiently, picked up a shabby red headband, stood up and left.
"Don't make me beat you, Danforth, get out of here! Don't bother me again."
"You're not like this, you shouldn't be like this! Keeshan, when you led us to attack the orc positions in the Burning Plains, you weren't like this. Everyone misses you, bastard!"
The major grabbed Keeshan's arm and shouted:
"Menason, Karakel and I come to Lakeside Town every year to commemorate you, bastard, there are no bones in that cemetery, but we think a hero is buried there. Look at you now, look at what you look like now,
Are you worthy of us? Are you worthy of those brothers who died on the Burning Plains? Company B was disbanded! Because we are unwilling to let others lead us! Bastard, you are our leader!"
"I'm not!"
Keshan shook off Danforth's hand, took a step back, looked at his comrades in the past, and said mockingly:
"Look at me now, I'm dressed like a rat sleeping in the sewers! What has the war given me? I've killed more orcs than those bastards have ever seen, but what did they do to me? Tell me, Danforth
, do you think I should endure all this?"
"On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, I managed 50 people, drove tanks, rode war horses, drank the best rum, and was responsible for more than 100,000 gold coins in weapons and equipment. But after I struggled to escape from that hell,
At that time, I couldn't even find a job to support my family! They called me a coward, and the people I swore to protect spat in my face! Am I a coward? Danforth, am I a coward?"
"You're not!"
The major said with difficulty:
"Everyone who has heard the story of B Company knows that you are not a coward. I know that those people broke your heart, but now is not the time to talk about this. The undead are coming! Keeshan is more terrifying than the orcs.
The enemy is coming, Nelson is dead, the veteran who taught you how to draw a bow and shoot with his own hands is dead, and his body was chopped into pieces by the death knight. We need you."
Danfoss clenched his fists:
"Forget those fools who mocked you. If you don't stand up and fight, the undead will turn the place where you and I were born and raised into hell. It's time for you to return to the battlefield! Bastard, I know you have been here for the past few years.
It’s been a hard life, you’re tired and in pain, but that doesn’t mean that life for each of us is going smoothly!”
"Heh, it's up to you."
Keeshan continued to walk out, but his fists were already clenched. Behind him, the major took a deep breath and shouted to him:
"You know? You were pretty good back then. At least you still had a soul at that time... I will give you one last chance. The brother who has been born and died with you is about to enter the battlefield. Maybe this will be our last meeting.
Are you leaving? Abandoning us? Abandoning those brothers who have always trusted you and are willing to defend you?"
"I..."
Keeshan stood at the entrance of the basement, his voice hoarse:
"I need a reason to stay, can you give it to me?"
"Reason? I'll give you a reason!"
The major hit his left fist on the breastplate and made a deep sound. He looked at Keishaan and said in a deep voice:
"veteran!"
Keshan slowly turned around and looked at his comrade. He also clenched his left fist and put it on his chest:
"Always loyal!"
"Well, it seems you haven't forgotten the slogan of Company B back then."
Mayor Solomon, who was watching all this, smiled:
"So, Private John J. Keeshan, going back to the battlefield?"
Keshan glanced at the old mayor. He tied the shabby red headband in his hand around his forehead and said softly:
"This time I'm not protecting those scum who broke my heart. I'm just fulfilling the oath I made when I joined the army. That's all. And this is the last time. After this, I have nothing to do with you anymore.
Now I need my war bow, my tactical dagger, and a meal to keep me alive... Finally, Danforth!"
"As you command!"
The major subconsciously stood up straight, like a soldier receiving an order.
"I remember that there are still steam tanks in the stone castle that were used to fight the orcs... General Gore may have forgotten me, but it doesn't matter, I need two steam tanks, that's all."
"Uh, I just heard someone talking about having a big dinner..."
The last guy who was ignored, the big man who was beaten unconscious by Keeshan shook his head and got up. He looked at Keeshan:
"Would you like to treat me to a feast?"
"Hey, Earl."
As if he had regained a new lease of life, Keeshan walked up to the knocked down boxer and stretched out his hand:
"I remember you said last time that you admired the heroes of Company B. You once wanted to be a soldier, but you were rejected by the stupid recruiter because of the tattoo? It doesn't matter... Now, Private Grand Earl
, are you willing to go to the battlefield with me?"
"You punch hard, asshole."
The tall boxer nicknamed "The Big Earl" was pulled up by Keeshan. He patted the dust on his body and looked at the veteran in front of him:
"You are stronger than me, so I am willing to follow you, boss...but now I am very hungry."
"Whoosh"
Keshan whistled and looked back at the mayor:
"So a feast for two! You pay for it, Mr. Mayor."
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"So, that bastard Keeshan is back again? When we need him the most?"
General Gore, who was ready to go in the stone castle, was riding on his war horse. Looking at the letter sent by the messenger, he frowned and wrote his name on the combat order:
"I'll give him the tank he wants. I still remember that when we were fighting orcs, this lunatic knew nothing but killing orcs... I hope he can be just as powerful when killing undead now."
"Major Menardson, Karakol, and Knight Captain Jorgensen, you were once Keshan's subordinates. Now, I will transfer you back to his command and give you 2,500 men!"
The general looked at the mages, warriors and paladins in front of him. He touched his beard and said in a deep voice:
"The front line of Molten Trail is left to you. I will take the remaining soldiers to set up a defense line in Lakeside Town... Don't let me down, heroes of Company B!"
"As you command!"
The three commanders looked at each other. After the general led the soldiers away from the stone fort, two steam tanks filled with oil, bullets and artillery shells rumbled out of the stone fort warehouse.
These steel chariots were weapons provided to humans by the dwarves of Ironforge during the Second Orc War. Of course, except for the veterans, the recruits simply couldn't handle such big treasures that required certain skills to operate.
And when the steam tank rumbled to the molten trail at the junction of Redridge Mountain and Burning Plains, the war there had already begun.
Led by the death knights, the boundless black undead are like an unstoppable black tide, surging from the barren land of the Burning Plains towards the Redridge Mountains. The narrow molten path has been piled up by the undead infantry.
Be strict.
On the other side of the path, on the human position, the shirtless Keeshan wildly directed the soldiers to surround him, while he himself was holding a blue steel war bow, like the coldest and most sophisticated war weapon.
Likewise, every shot will knock a lower-level knight off his horse.
Arrows soaked in holy water are extremely lethal to the undead. Although the injuries pierced through the body are not enough to kill the lower knights, they can make them feel pain, and the undead commanded by the lower knights will also feel pain.
Therefore it was disturbed.
In the melee between the living and the dead, the soldiers in the front row did not attack according to Keshan's request. Instead, they held oversized shields and formed a turtle formation in front of the battle line to keep the undead infantry out of the position.
At the rear, the soldiers holding muskets opened fire wildly. They did not have the same superb shooting skills as Keeshan, but the continuous muskets sounded one after another, coupled with the engineering grenades thrown out from time to time, they could always blow up those soldiers.
Fragile undead infantry.
Like a boulder before the tide, no matter how turbulent the black tide is, at least until the explosive strategic materials are used up, Keeshan does not need to worry that this front will be breached, and as a garrison for the year-round defense against the Blackstone Orcs
, Redridge Mountain has never lacked these explosives.
"Boom boom boom"
The familiar sound of the steam tank made Keeshan turn around. He saw his old comrade standing on top of the tank waving to him. The wizard Menason stood on the steam tank that was slowly moving forward, waving his staff. The next moment,
A cold blizzard surges just above the undead tide.
The frost, snow and cold air falling from the sky delayed the movement of the undead, and Keeshan led some veterans and rushed to the edge of the tank. He jumped up in two steps, gripped the steam continuous-firing machine gun above the steam tank, and clicked
With two clicks, he skillfully connected the bullet belt to the weapon.
"Hey, Karakol, I know you're driving the tank!"
Keeshan kicked the steel plate of the tank and shouted boldly: "B Company! Assemble! Jorgensen, let your knights follow us! We will take back the Molten Trail!"
The paladin captain was riding on a war horse, waving his sword and raising his hands to signal his old comrades. More than 20 paladins followed him. Amidst the horrified shouts of the private great earl, the steam tank that was slowly advancing seemed to be found.
The soul was lost, and in the ear-piercing roar of the super-powerful engine, this steel behemoth seemed to be angry, and crazily knocked away the undead in front of it, like a sharp sword, pulling out a ravine in the tide.
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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Keeshan, who was controlling the continuous-fire machine gun, pulled the trigger, and the crazy tilting gunpowder bullets formed a shining strip of light in front of the muzzle, like the sharpest sickle, killing all the undead wherever the tank went.
Broken into pieces.
And his high-pitched shouts were like dubbing the firing of a machine gun.
The tanks roared, bullets swept across, and the Paladins were filled with the power of the Holy Light. Amidst Keeshan's crazy shouts, the entire human position was driven up. Under the guidance of the two steam tanks, the entire human position moved towards
The undead army, which was hundreds of times larger than our own, launched a counterattack.
Standing on top of the tank, Kishaun was sweeping the enemy wantonly. Behind his hair, the shabby red headband was fluttering. His eyes were shining with substantial anger. At this moment, Kishaun was extremely violent. He enjoyed it.
Facing the battle at this time, this down-and-out veteran seemed to be at home, as if he had returned to the most familiar battlefield.
He is enjoying the war. Although he says he hates the war, he is enjoying it! He is enjoying the destruction and death brought by his own hands... Many people are not afraid of death. What really scares them is
Survival...hard survival.
The war will also change the soldiers, so that even after the war is over, they will not be able to forget the tragedy. When they return home, they find that their home is gone. Everything has changed. Maybe... maybe they themselves have changed.
The scorching wind blew against Keeshan's face, and the smell of the decaying blood of the undead made him nauseous. But looking at the fragmented corpses of the undead behind him, Keeshan's eyes flashed with a strange joy.
"This kind of wind gives me the feeling of war! This is real life!"
"Brothers!"
With the help of the great count, Keeshan hit another box of bullets against the socket of the hot machine gun. While waiting for the weapon to cool down, he grabbed the war bow at hand and drew the bowstring majestically above the tank.
He shouted loudly:
"Let us, today... let's go on a killing spree!"
Behind him, the human soldiers who had already boosted their morale responded to the sound of their weapons hitting their shields, and the paladins sang hymns on the battlefield. At this moment, the undead that were rushing toward them in a steady stream seemed to have no control over them.
It couldn't be more terrifying.
"Who is that? We don't seem to have seen him before. He shouldn't be a little person... He reminds me of the humans in the Burning Plains who dedicated their lives to their mission."
At the rear of the battle line, Tyrion was riding on a war horse. He looked curiously at the human soldiers in front of the battle line who had shattered the undead offensive. He looked curiously at the man standing on the tank, with his upper body naked, like a real soldier.
A human warrior like the god of killing, he whispered to Khadgar behind him:
"But that's not important. Seeing his heroic appearance in battle, I have begun to like him."
"Yeah, who doesn't like warriors?"
The great lich closed the book in his hand, raised his head, glanced in the direction of Keshan, and then responded softly:
"Without a doubt, he is the kind of... warrior you need."
By the way, I forgot to mention that Keeshan’s background was originally set to be a veteran of the Third War, but here it’s the Second War ahead of time... Don’t blame me for this~ This change was made to give him an appearance.
Chance, in my opinion, Keeshan should be regarded as one of the best NPCs created by WOW after the redesign of the Cataclysm mission system.
