Azeroth Trail of Light

"Drip... "Root of Corrosion" is complete!"

"reward"? ? ? "!"

The sound that popped out of his mind made Dick take a deep breath with his eyes closed. He moved his arms and looked at the small black box that appeared on the palm of his hand. He shook his head and lightly opened it. A piece of green The crystal of "appeared in the palm of his hand, which was full of viscous liquid. Dick threw it into the rucksack full of debris, turned and jumped off the tree trunk that was not too high.

The Paladin is obviously not in northern Xinjiang now. The warm climate and pleasant wind prove this. The dark sky and light around it seem to indicate that it is night here. Actually it is not. In this special forest, there is no difference between night and day.

Dick looked up at the sky, the dark sky of the same color, but he could feel that the reason for the formation of the dark sky and the way the dark magic power operates were different from those in the northern border, and even the ghost land. According to the game data of later generations, the dark sky curtain here should have formed naturally, and the reason is absolutely inseparable from the abandoned mage Takarazhan not far from here.

This is the southern part of the Eastern Continent, the hinterland of the Stormwind Kingdom. It was once called the fertile land of the Sunshine Forest. However, since the 21st year of the Dark Portal, it has been covered by a dark sky, and even in the dark, farmers who make farms breed Frightening dark monsters, even in the Great Cemetery of Crow Ridge, some people have found traces of the undead more than once!

Oh my god! Undead, isn't that a distant legend that only exists in northern Xinjiang? Why did such a monster appear in the south?

The king of Stormwind, the son of King Ryan who was assassinated in the First Orc War, Varian-Wrynn has been neglecting political affairs for a long time, but the regent Duke of Bourwal immediately turned to this area. The place called "Twilight Forest" sent a brigade of soldiers, commanded by the Duke of Eberlock, who has lived here for generations. These heavily armed soldiers gave the farmers who are troubled by the darkness the courage to continue farming, but to be honest, there is no People know how far the situation here will deteriorate in the next few years.

Only Dick knows!

But at the moment, these messy things have nothing to do with him, or that Dick feels he has more than enough energy. He is carrying a tomahawk wrapped in coarse cloth and striding forward in the secluded dark forest, occasionally one or two black heads. The Timberwolves stared at the bold traveler from a distance, but due to the beast's natural perception of danger, they did not attack, but left quietly.

The Paladin has something to do when he comes here, otherwise he would never let Liadrin take 300 Paladins to the danger, but there is no way, the entire Theramore is short of manpower at the moment, the First Expeditionary Army, That is, after the Silver Dawn retreated from the chaotic battlefield of Mount Hyjal, Princess Kalia divided most of the soldiers into the country's administrative system. It was already the limit to mobilize 300 Paladins to return to Northern Xinjiang.

Even Miss Jaina wanted to "travel" with Dick, but was forced to stay in Kalimdor far away due to complicated affairs. In the end, Dick was the only one who took the merchant ship of the goblins. Walking all the way from Stranglethorn Vale to the Dusk Forest.

Walking in the dark is not a refreshing thing, but the darkness cannot stop Dick’s advancement. The power of the dragon changes not only his strength and agility, but also some of his physical functions, such as Eyes, such as dark vision.

Of course, the worst thing is the light blue flame rose that Dick inserted on the neckline of the clothes. This flower is very strange. Although it burns continuously, it will not burn the skin or even ignite the clothes. It couldn't be better for lighting.

His destination is very clear. It is not the night town or the farms in the south of the bustling Twilight Forest, but the now-fascinating northern part. To be precise, it is the Crow Ridge Necropolis where the undead is said to have appeared. , He wanted to find someone there, someone he had promised.

Look carefully, every time Dick raised his hand, a small golden warhammer pendant would flick from his wrist, seeming to have his own consciousness, like a little girl jumping back and forth.

"Dick! Dick! Dick! What are you looking for? There is nothing in this ghost place!"

Compared with the previous ones, Anwina’s voice has become more mature and less immature. It has changed from a baby-like voice to a girlish tone. In fact, Dick can probably guess that when Anwina is fully integrated with the fire of justice After that, this little girl should have grown a little bit.

This can be seen from the current attributes of the fire of justice.

"The fire of justice, Anvina's blessing"

"Dark Gold-Injecting Spirit"

"Give all attacks the same damage to the holy light burning effect."

"Gives the user a 15% reduction in all spell damage."

"When attacking, there is a 40% chance of triggering the Holy Light to unsheath."

"When attacking, there is a 10% chance that the user will stack the sacred power up to the current power threshold."

"When attacking, the Spirit of the Sun adds 20% fire attack."

"Anvina's Song: All resistances increased by 150 points"

"Anvina's Hand: Accurate Return, Super Attack, Advanced Armor Breaking, Form Transformation"

"Explanation: The holy light does not extinguish, and justice does not extinguish!"

"Explanation: The parents are big! La la la la! ---An Wei Na-Tige"

Although the triggered "Anvena's Healing" attribute was replaced with fire damage, the super additional effects of "Anvena's Hand" and the greatly increased chances of all additional skills made this artifact warhammer. The practicability of it has once again been improved by more than one grade, making its identity as an artifact more and more prominent.

But there are so many advantages and disadvantages.

The "form conversion" promised by Anvina now looks like a big hole. The normal form of the warhammer is as big as the bracelet pendant. Only by injecting the holy energy can the warhammer return to the normal weapon size, and it requires a lot of holy energy. , So Dick hasn’t been able to exchange the warhammer as a combat weapon for the time being.

It can only be used as a killer, but with the use of the new skills he has obtained, Dick's threat rises instead of falling!

"It's pretty desolate!"

Dick responded to Anvina’s words and turned to look at the darkness behind him. Just now, a swift black figure rushed past him. Although he didn’t know what it was, it was definitely not a beast. I saw the creature's slender body and human-like body.

"How about you sing me a song?"

Dick shook his head, continued to turn and walked towards the darkness of the north, and as he walked, he was joking with Anvina.

"Huh! Bad guy! People don't sing!"

"Can you sing? Hahahaha"

"I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! People ignore you!"

The hearty laughter spread far in the dark jungle. When Dick disappeared into the darkness, on a small hill not far behind him, a tall and wild black shadow stood up, its slender wolf kiss After sniffing the air, the remaining scent of holy light made it seem to smell bad things.

After hitting his nose several times, this man-like wolf finally glanced at the place where Dick disappeared. With his slender legs, the whole person disappeared into the dark curtain like a passing shadow. , As if it never appeared.

On the other side, in the depths of the Great Cemetery of Crow Ridge, the lights in the tomb-keeper’s hut are dim and seem to be extinguished at any time, but in today’s twilight forest, this little light often means safety and warmth, and a place to rest .

Although it is called a necropolis, there is actually a small residential area, and there is even a hotel, but the business, of course, don't think about how good it can be.

The tombkeeper who lives here is named Abel Kromby, a middle-aged man in his 40s. He and her wife Eliza live in this hut. Although poor, they live very contentedly, and they are two people. Very affectionate.

At the time of this meeting, it was already close to dusk, and Abel was sewing a leather jacket with a needle in the dim light, with a serious look, while his wife was preparing simple meals in the back room, one dressed in weird clothes. The child in the robe sat upright across from Abel, as if waiting for something.

Looking closely, this child looks different from ordinary children. His skin is dark yellow and it shines with a different luster under the light. The eyes of his eyes are strange silvery white, the most conspicuous. It's his hair, which is definitely the rare lavender among humans, and there are small tentacles that are constantly shaking on the chin of this probably teenage child.

It sounds scary, but when you actually see it, you might even think that these beard-like tentacles are...well, cute.

While waiting for the leather jacket to be sewn, the child sat quietly in a chair with a thick hardcover book on his legs. The decoration style of this book was completely inconsistent with the worn clothes on the child, because Anyone with a little knowledge who reads this book will understand that it is definitely a rare magic book.

Placed at the Royal Auction House in Stormwind, this book can at least sell for a high price of thousands of gold coins!

"Median, why haven't you seen your uncle come out to gather medicine recently?"

Abel bit the last thread with his teeth, took the clothes in his hand and looked at it with satisfaction, while helping the child fold the clothes, he asked.

"I want to buy more of the last medicinal liquor, thanks to him, Eliza's illness is much better!"

The child who put away the magic book smiled and stretched out his left hand to his back. With a weird gesture with his fingers, a small bottle of purple medicinal liquor appeared in his palm. He took the sewn leather jacket and passed the medicinal liquor to him. Surprised Abel.

"Uncle is not feeling well recently, so if you come out to collect medicine, it will be warmer! Look, your craft is still so good!"

The child took the book back to the waist bag, put the clothes in another bag, and responded politely.

"I'll leave first, Uncle Albert!"

The sensible child carefully lifted the cover of the face on the neck, and Abel’s wife Eliza walked out of the back room quickly and stuffed the two boiled eggs into Madion’s hands, carefully helping He arranged the concealing cloth that covered most of his face, and then kissed Medion lightly on the top of his head.

"Bless you and your uncle, Dean Wheat, remember to come over for dinner next weekend, Aunt Eliza will make your favorite bass soup for you! Go back quickly, save your uncle from worrying, little man."

Mediian nodded shyly, but when he was about to go out, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Da da da!"

Abel stood up while peeling the skin of the baked potatoes, muttering in his mouth.

"At this time, who else will come to my door?"

He said he was about to open the door, but Mediian's expression suddenly changed. Just as he was about to stop Abel, the loyal and honest tomb guard had already opened the door.

Then I saw that in the endless darkness, a blue light faintly illuminated the visitor’s face. The tall and sturdy figure made Biaber stand a full head and stick out from behind this guy. Judging from the "stick" wrapped in coarse cloth, this guy is definitely not a good person!

Abel couldn't help taking a step back, and Mediian stretched out his hand nervously and grasped the little magic wand stuck in his belt, telling him instinctively that this person was coming for him.

"Uh... is this Abercrombie's house? I'm looking for a pair of people living in this neighborhood. The child is called Medien... Oh, these eyes, let me guess, Wheat Dean, is it you? "