Azeroth Trail of Light

"Warriors of the Holy Light, purify this fallen land!"

Alessandro Mograine is riding on a fierce, armor-clad war horse, holding a long sword surging with the power of the Holy Light in his hand, blocking him with his charge. The former plague troll was ruthlessly knocked out, but before this guy landed, Mograine flicked his left hand and a blazing holy light fell on the undead's head.

It wailed and turned into ashes, scattered on the ground.

The knights are charging. Although all the trolls in the Zulmasha area have been transformed into plague trolls, they are irrational, facing the collective charge of hundreds of Paladins, even a small splash Can't turn it over.

Dick took a small team deep into Zulmasha. They did not ride a horse. In the base camp of the moss trolls, the horses could not be used at all. Most plague trolls have already gone out to stop the Paladins, so Dick took Errigal and Dalyan, as well as a few knights, walking around here swaggeringly, without encountering an invincible enemy.

"Look there!"

Dick pointed to the plague steamer set up in the distance and said to Erigore,

"That is the evil instruments that curse the cultists use to create the plague. They evaporate the plague and let the land be enveloped by the mist containing the plague. We have to destroy these things!"

"No problem, leave it to us!"

Errigor took a few Paladins and walked towards the direction of those steaming pots. He probably noticed the attack of the Paladins. All the cursed mages had been withdrawn, so there was no need to worry about Errigor's safety.

Dick did not follow the past. Instead, he took the remaining knights and continued to dive into Zulmartha's interior. They were given an order to completely destroy this dark stronghold. Dick was planning to do so, but before that, he had to collect The most useful thing here.

"Dalyan, you take the three knights to the left, and I go to the right. Remember, even if the moss trolls are not infected with the plague, they still believe in the dark race, so don’t be merciful. Collect them and hand them over to the Great Knight Uther!"

Dick was talking to Dalyan, who was walking behind him. The child was only 19 years old this year. Under Mograine’s high-pressure education, he appeared polite and polite. His stern look made him look very energetic, but he was still a little bit energetic. Sentimental, a somewhat shy child, after hearing that Dick had killed a group of undead and an abomination by himself, he followed Dick as if worshipping an idol.

This is not to say that Dalyan has never seen the world. In fact, Dick still wants to underestimate the overbearing bonus of his professional template. His record is already very brilliant, and the record is the same as that of the great knight Saidan Dathrohan. , But who is Dathrohan?

That was the first generation of Paladins, the second-ranked character of the Knights of the Silver Hand. In fact, ordinary Paladins had a hard time fighting against an abomination. It has not yet come to the age when Paladins are truly carried forward, so Di K’s record is definitely something that can make Dalyan look away. Even his unsmiling dad personally praised Dick as a true warrior.

"Okay, Brother Dick."

Dalyan nodded, picked up his long sword from behind, and walked away with the knights. Dick let the knights who followed him scatter and search, and he went straight to the altar of the moss troll. .

When the troll empire was in its heyday, it enshrined an evil **** named Hakkar. Although this guy looked weak against the real strong, in fact, he could be called an evil **** and had the name of a spirit slayer. It was definitely not weak. Hakkar was banished by the Green Dragon Legion to a different space when the troll empire fell. If he wanted to summon it again, he needed three ancient troll slabs.

Dick happened to know that one of the slabs was hidden here.

Although it is still a long time before the Haleka followers of the Cthulhu sect who worship Hakka collect the troll slabs, Dick feels that this kind of dangerous thing is better placed with him.

Ten minutes later, Dick took the unharmed Paladins back to the camp that was shrouded in blood and death. Erigord and Dalyan took their trophies, and after bidding farewell to Dick, they left with joy. Up.

Although the trolls are now down and down, their ancestors have passed away. The moss-rotting trolls were also the branch of the most beautiful Amani trolls. Therefore, they have found many valuable ancient magic weapons in their lair. Kept them all, they were evenly divided among the knights.

Because Dick had such artifacts as Justice Fire and Scamdor-Destroyer, he didn't look down on those weapons that were blue at best, but he ignored the real world, even weakly enchanted weapons. , Is also quite precious, so soon, the name "Generous Dick" spread in the camp.

But this is a bonus.

But just as Dick entered the command post, he heard Alsace’s weakness, with a slight paranoid voice.

"You don't have to persuade me anymore, I must go to Stratholme!"

The prince, who is already very weak, is sitting on a chair. His armor still has traces from the battle. The whole person also looks a little sloppy, but his eyes are filled with a firm gaze. He has even been biased towards stubbornness and madness.

"You have all seen the tragedy in Andorhal! I was powerless at the time, but now, I am going to Stratholme, and I will expel them before the evil falls on my people!"

Uther and Alessandro, the two real big guys, sat in the chair and did not speak. On the contrary, the younger Jaina looked a lot angry. She did not notice that Dick entered the tent, but stood instead. Got up and shouted at Arthas,

"But this does not mean that you have to pay for yourself! Listen to me, Arthas, the evil force in Stratholm, has set a trap for you. They are using your justice and mercy. You can't go. Stratholme!"

"But what about my people!"

Arthas's tone also became intense. He stared at Jaina uncompromisingly, like an angry lion.

"Just because of a vain guess? I'm going to give up on them? What are you kidding me, Jaina! You are also the crown prince of a country, can't you understand my pressure and feelings? If it's Kul Tiras noodles What would you do to such a disaster? Avoid it? Or persist?"

Jaina was speechless for a while. She was about to refute, but Dikla held her left hand. She looked at Dick, who shook her head at her, and then walked out a few steps. Dick took a deep breath and spoke to the grumpy Arta. Si said,

"His Royal Highness, please calm down. The situation in Stratholme is not as bad as you think. Although Baron Rivendell has betrayed, he does not have enough military power to occupy the entire Stratholme. We can send the Holy Light. May the ascetics in the chapel purify the city with a large-scale holy light ceremony. Uther Knight, the ascetics can do this, right?"

Dick turned to Uther, who immediately understood what Dick meant, and he nodded.

"Yes, Arthas, ascetic monks can build a barrier of holy light and purify all evil in the city within 2 days, so you don't have to worry at all, and you don't need to be so stubborn. As the crown prince, your body is right now. the most important thing."

According to the story of the previous life, the plague had already begun to spread in Stratholme at this time, but since this time no big killer like the natural disaster steamer was used, the plague only spread in the form of illness. One hundred thousand people are one of the largest cities in the world today, so according to Dick, if the ascetic monks are fast enough, at least half of them can be saved.

But if Arthas appeared outside Stratholme now, the dreadlord that had been prepared for a long time might immediately conquer his mind and let him issue the terrible order to "slaughter the city."

It is no exaggeration to say that Stratholme is definitely a turning point in Alsace’s life, and from here, he kept his inner justice and benevolent torture, and slaughtered civilians who respected him. This event truly awakened. The dark side of his heart has since embarked on a path of no return.

Seeing Alsace’s face gradually calming down, Dick let out a sigh of relief. If he can persuade Alsace here, then he is absolutely sure to complete the task of "History Node-Stratholme" ahead of schedule, because of this. The event itself was carried out around Alsace.

"Dick... what you said makes sense... if the ascetics make a promise, then I can..."

But just when everyone who knew the inside story was relieved, a voice that caught everyone off guard appeared outside the tent.

"His Royal Highness, an emergency report from Stratholme!"

"bad!"

This thought came to Dick's heart. The next moment, a knight wearing a helmet rushed into the tent, half-kneeled on the ground, and handed a scroll to Arthas.

But at this moment, Dick suddenly drew out the fire of justice behind his back, slammed his head on this ordinary-looking soldier, and shouted at the same time,

"Stop him! That soldier has a problem!"

Of course he was not shouting, because in his eyes, this seamless disguise had no meaning at all.

"Marganes"

"High Lord"

"Nathrezim Vampire Demon (Dreadlord

"Strength-260, Agility-250, Energy-1500, Magic-1000"

"Evaluation: The high-level demon of the Burning Legion, compared to the strength of frontal combat, is more powerful and deceptive."

Dick’s movement immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tent, but as soon as he shouted this sentence, he immediately felt a danger to the bottom of his heart. He did not want to bring all the holy powers together. Around his body, a thin layer of holy light shields in front of him.

"clang!"

Malganis, who drew the prototype, grinned and grabbed Dick’s Bulwark of Light with a paw. This life-saving skill he had just learned from Erigore saved his life. This skill is called in the game. It is "invincible", but in the real world, at best, it can only block Malganis' blow.

After all, the Holy Light is not invincible in this world.

But when Uther and Alessandro both grabbed their weapons and the Holy Light rose up, Mal'Ganis had no time to grab the second claw. He turned his head and looked at Alsace, which was close at hand. At a glance, gray-purple bat wings wrapped the body, transformed into a large group of flying bats, and disappeared in the camp.

But before leaving, Malganis still left his "gift."

"Hahaha, this is just the beginning, little prince, I’m Malganis, the "behind the scenes" you have been looking for, open your eyes and see, all your people belong to me, and I will They will all become my servants. They will take my "gift" to travel around your country, and I will let Lordaeron's life fire...extinguish forever! And you can only watch it all!"

Arthas squeezed the blank scroll and got up from his chair. Dick’s most worried thing happened. He roared into the empty sky.

"I won't let you succeed! Malganis, I would rather end the fate of that city with my own hands, rather than let my people become your servants who spread evil! I will not compromise!"