Azeroth Trail of Light

In the small room, the atmosphere solidified to the extreme for a while!

Abel swallowed, his body still trembling, but as a man’s nature, he still let him pick up the scissors on the table, bravely blocking in front of Eliza and Madion, his voice was all Shaking.

"You...who are you! Outlander, here...you are not welcome here! There is no one named Madian here! Hurry up...let's go!"

Hearing this, the somewhat depressed Dick scratched his head, then raised his hands and placed them in front of him to indicate that he was not malicious. Soon he cleared his throat again, took out a badge from his pocket, and handed it to Abel.

"Uh...you seem to have misunderstood something, okay, okay, put down the scissors, the grave guard, that thing will only hurt yourself, look at this! I am a paladin from Theramore, this is my badge Look, there is Lordaeron's emblem on it, you should know this!"

The big man standing in the dark seemed very friendly. Abel was relieved, but he still did not relax his vigilance. As a grave guard, he had seen how treacherous tomb robbers were! He took the Dick badge carefully and looked at it before his eyes. When Abel was young, he worked as an apprentice apothecary in the town of Nightshade, and also worked as a private soldier for the Duke of Eberlock’s house, so the badge of the Alliance of Seven Nations, He still knows it.

After carefully identifying the gilt emblem, Abel was completely relieved, but he soon became frightened again.

Don't forget, this is a feudal age after all. A Paladin may not be a big deal in a big city like Stormwind, but in a remote mountainous area like Crow Ridge, he is already a great figure.

Abel's legs are a bit soft, my God, what did he do? He even threatened the noble knight master with a weapon, but when Abel was thinking about it, Dick had stepped into the room.

Under the light, the blue flame of the neckline was concealed, and Dick’s benevolent face was reflected in the eyes of the three people, probably because of the existence of the power of order, making Dick’s temperament easily accepted by others, of course , In the eyes of non-order creatures, Dick is "ugly" and unworthy.

But this time, even Eliza was relieved. She let go of Medien, who had been in her arms, and hurriedly prepared simple tea to entertain the noble "Master Knight." Dick invited the frightened Abel to sit on the chair, he himself sat in the chair, and then turned his gaze to Medien.

The child is no longer nervous, but instead, his silver-white eyes, staring at the blue flame rose on Dick’s collar closely, the perception of blood inheritance, is beckoning the child, that The roses seem to have the smell of their own relatives.

Dick followed Madion's eyes and saw the flame rose on his chest. He sighed, took the rose in his hand, took a deep look, and finally handed it to Madion.

He turned his head and said to Abel and his wife,

"Actually, you don’t have to worry. The father of this child is also my elder. I was commissioned by him to come to see Medien. By the way, Abel, I heard in the town of Nightlight. When you were young, Time’s pharmacist apprentice, right?"

Abercrombie nodded nervously.

"Yes, Lord Cavalier, I grew up in North County. When I was young, the priest in the monastery often asked me to help him with some simple healing potions, but I haven't done those fine works for many years."

"Don't worry, my friend!"

Dick waved his hand, reached out and took some old quill pens on Abel's desk, took out a small roll of leather scroll from his rucksack, scribbled a lot of things, and finally put the ring on his finger Turned it over, put it in his mouth and breathed out, and put it on the end of the scroll like a seal.

He handed the scroll to Abel and said relaxedly,

"Do you know the eldest princess of Lordaeron? Uh... you probably don't know, but it's okay! That majesty created a new country in Kalimdor, and now you need someone with skill like you to join, if you believe me , Take this scroll to Coulson Camp in Stranglethorn Vale, they will arrange for someone to take you to Theramore, where you can easily find a very good position!"

Abercrombie was impoverished for the first half of his life. Where did such a good thing happen? He was hesitant to reach out his hand, but Mediian said,

"Uncle Albert, go, uncle also said, Twilight Forest is getting more and more insecure. It is dangerous for you to live here with Aunt Eliza!"

Abel looked back at the nervous Eliza, and finally took Dick's scroll, and then watched Dick walk into the deep wilderness with the quiet Median.

"My dear...you said I shouldn't..."

"It's okay, Abel, those things are all over. Anyway, the people in the night town hate us. It's better to just listen to that adult. I know you read a lot of books when you were a teenager. If there was no accident... you should have become A decent person, dear, don't miss this rare opportunity again."

"Oh... well, we will leave tomorrow! Ah, forgot to ask the adult's name, we have to find a way to thank him."

"Isn't there there? Look, my dear, that adult's name is Dick Don... well, this is really a weird name, there are people who call this?"

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"Why are you helping Uncle Albert? It's just the first time you met him!"

Mediian walked in front of Dick like a little adult. There were only two of them in the dark. The little boy took off his cover. He stopped suddenly as he walked and turned to question Di. Grams,

"You said, what is your conspiracy!"

Facing this question, Dick shrugged.

"Abel has enough ability to live a better life, I just happened to discover his talent."

However, from the disdainful expression of Madian, it was obvious that the precocious child did not believe Dick's statement.

In fact, Dick's words came from the heart.

Abercrombie, the now innocent gravekeeper, his wife will die of illness in 4 years. Abel, who loves his wife so deeply, can’t bear this cruel fact, so he did it himself and tried to treat his wife." Resurrection" Come here!

This may seem like a whimsical attention, but what is incredible is that he succeeded!

Although the resurrected wife became an undead monster who wanted to eat people, she still miraculously retained her sanity. Abel secretly murdered travellers for the resurrected wife, and eventually attracted the elite guard of the night town-the night watchman, Eliza was executed again!

Abel was exiled, but this genius apothecary always wanted revenge, and then turned into a monster, so he deceived the players, collected materials from scratch, and finally made a terrible war weapon by himself-hate!

Can't believe it? A middle-aged man who has only received basic alchemy knowledge, under the power of hatred, unexpectedly produced hatred without a teacher. This is enough to prove the alchemy of Abercrombie, the now down-and-out middle-aged man. How high is the talent!

Back then, "Vengeance of the Hidden Body" and "The Fall of Stavin" were the two most famous mission lines in Twilight Forest. Dick had done this mission more than once. Therefore, for Abercrombie, this poor and tragic, unfortunate guy, Dick did not hesitate to give a helping hand.

As for another famous figure in the Twilight Forest, Stavin, that guy is purely a combination of a narcissist, an old pervert and a murderer, and Dick has no interest in him! That kind of scum, it's better to die early and super live.

However, the little boy Madian didn't bother with this question. On the contrary, he took out the burning blue flame rose from his arms, held it in his hand, and asked loudly.

"You said you know my father, where is he?"

Dick pursed his mouth. Facing this question, he really didn’t know how to answer. Just when Dick hesitated, a cold blood-red dagger was attached to the back of Dick’s neck, just gently One stabbing, the Paladin would die Huangquan, but for some reason, the cold blade never stabbed!

This dagger looks like a combination of bone and steel. On the edge of the recurved blade, in a depression, there are signs of the old tribe. There are three sharp spikes on the outer side, and the blade is faintly red. The groove is an evil design for bleeding.

If Dick turns around, he will definitely recognize it. This dagger is the Kingslayer, one of the three artifacts of thieves. Its holder has always belonged to the epic from the moment King Lane’s heart was dug out. Assassin Garona owns it, and as mentioned earlier, Garona is the birth mother of Median!

But the most frightening thing is that neither Madian nor Dick even realized the existence of this dagger, until Dick said quietly,

"Mr. Medivh...has...had been back to the place of his dreams, where there are his friends, his lover, and all his happy times. This flower is the last gift from Mr. Medivh, Mediian, You are qualified to accept it, and only you are qualified!"

In the invisible air, there also seemed to be a low sob, and the dagger disappeared silently, just like it appeared silently.

"No! I don't want it!"

Mediian lowered his head, his tone changed from low to high:

"Medivine... Medivh is a sinner in this world! I don't want it! I hate my blood, I hate him, I don't want him to be my father, I don't want to!"

"Snapped!"

Medivh kept the flaming flower of fire still at Dick’s feet, screaming at him like a little beast, and Dick was angry. In his heart, Medivh, who had saved the world, was enough to repay the ill It was his fault.

And everyone in this world is qualified to be Medivh, but only Medivh, as Medivh's only blood, as the child who is still missing before the death of the astral mage, he does not have this qualification!

Dick raised his slap. He wanted to teach the bad boy a lesson, but in the end he sighed, put his hand down, and scolded him angrily.

"Shut up! You fool! You don't know what sacrifice Mr. Medivh made for this world!"

"Get away! Stay away from me!"

Mediian was irritated by Dick’s words. This child was born with a quarter of the draenei and half of the astral mage’s fine bloodlines. The magical talent is definitely one of the strongest people in the world. Although he was only a child, the burst of power under his anger was enough to knock down more than ten adults.

But what he faced was Dick!

So this is not enough!

When the gorgeous and crazy purple, fragmented magic storm enveloped Madion, the turf on the ground and the surrounding trees were blown loudly, and the violent magic was rapidly expanding. Obviously, Madion planned Use a magic explosion technique to force Dick back.

But at this moment, a left hand shining with holy light, covered by leather gloves, arbitrarily pierced into the sharp magic storm, strangling Madion’s neck, warm and slightly hot, holy light He rushed into Median's body and suppressed the magical energy that was about to explode.

Real suppression!

Absolute suppression on the power level!

However, it’s unreasonable to be a template for the protagonist of the destiny like Madion without an old grandfather beside him. At the moment Dick suppressed Madion’s magic, the indifferent and vicissitudes of life were as hoarse as rags. Appeared in the dark forest to the left of Dick.

Like the whisper of the wind, and swift like thunder and lightning, it rushed into Dick's ears.

"I only said it once! Put down that kid, Paladin!"

Dick's eyes shook, and he turned to the dark forest. An old human mage with dry skin, silver eyes and a rickety figure, wearing a weird robe, was standing there like a phantom with his staff. Just one can tell that this old mage... is an undead!

Judging from the violent mana fluctuations that danced like a violent wind, Dick had no doubt that as long as he moved slightly, he would be torn to pieces by the oldest magic.

But he didn't panic, but took a deep breath, put the struggling Medien on the ground, patted the grass clippings on his gloves, and said slowly,

"Meri Dongfeng, the oldest undead, one of the most powerful mages, see what you teach this child with great blood!"