Azeroth Trail of Light

The yellow sand of Silithus is flying, and the distance is just at the time of sunset. The red clouds in the sky render the horizon like burning up, and the howling wind blows up the gravel, like smoke and dust, towering in the distance. Pillar of Insect Swarm, that is a different kind of scenery, standing among the endless quicksand, like a stroke in a painting, this magnificent scenery made all three people hold their breath, even the heartless An Wei Lord Na, stopped chewing on the cake.

Dick once thought that what he liked was the endless sea, but at this moment, he discovered that the freedom of the sea was nothing compared to the desert that existed forever.

This place itself is part of history.

And they are standing in this heavy history.

The Paladin’s left hand is holding a blue crystal ball that has become a complete circle. The endless gray storm rotates in it, linking the black sky and the barren land, with a little lightning and starlight on it, just like it is. Another world is outlined in this crystal ball.

Sunderland was silent. Dick could probably think of his mood at this time. It was a mixture of longing and a trace of fear. If the sea has been stricken and everything familiar to the past is destroyed, it must be the emotion of returning home. It won't be too good.

But Dick felt that he should still bless him. After all, he helped himself, and it looks like a rare elemental creature that can communicate well, and there is also a wind kiss elf. Even after these tens of thousands of years, he still Wait for him here.

On the other hand, this guy is quite happy.

Jaina is holding the pale blue bottle of rebirth. This strange magical creation can release Sunderland’s will from the caged crystal ball and give him a new shape, but only these two things Not enough, a physical object is needed to carry the weak body that the wind element has just reborn.

This thing is now in Liadrin’s hand. It is a weird white and blue weapon. The long sword between the hand sword and the two-handed sword has a unique luster on the unedged sword, and it is even rough in some details.

This should be a mold, but it is a mold made by Thaurissan himself. The materials used are all mysterious source ingots. Only a super-senior blacksmith like Thaurissan can be sure to use this one at a time. The long sword is cast into shape.

The appearance of this sword was made by Dick who guided Thaurisen almost inch by inch. The Dark Iron Emperor said more than once that such a weapon did not meet the requirements of combat at all, and even if it were made, there was no way to reach the level of a magic weapon.

But the paladin didn’t make this thing for himself from the beginning, and the style of this long sword would not be used by mortal warriors. This thing itself is the standard weapon of the lord of the wind element, and it has been given the essence of wind. After that, it will truly release its own edge.

This sword is for Sunderland.

Right now three people are standing outside the Crystal Valley. Dick originally planned to enter the Crystal Valley to complete the last step, but Sunderland’s request cannot be ignored. Probably the Prince of Wind is not willing to show it in front of people he likes. Let's be weak and embarrassed on the other side.

Liadrin stepped forward and inserted the unshaved sword on the ground. Dick took the resurrection bottle from the mage lady. He slowly brought the two things closer, confining Sunderland. The crystal ball began to tremble slightly, and he was probably aware that the prisoner was about to escape. The imprisonment magic on the cage made by the Balrog Lord also began to emit a fiery red light, and soon the Paladin was enveloped in it.

"boom!"

The two things touched lightly, and the mouth of the bottle of resurrection began to tremble slightly. I don’t know if it was from whose handwriting the magic creation mysterious anomaly. It ignored the confinement magic of the crystal ball. Dick could feel it, The storm in it turned into a liquid, slowly "flowing" from the crystal ball into the bottle of rebirth.

When the last drop of liquid "wind" drained, the crystal ball in Dick's left hand shattered. When a cage lost its prisoner, it had no meaning to continue to exist.

At the same moment, all the air flow that Dick saw in his eyes, heard in his ears, and felt stopped at this moment. The yellow sand rolled up in the wind lost its push and fell to the ground feebly. , Farther away, the insects flapping their wings and flying around also fell to the ground at this moment.

The clouds in the sky also stopped in place.

The breathing of this land stagnated for a full second, and then resumed again. The wind blew again, but this time the wind had a different taste.

That is joy, that is joy, that is the taste of cheering.

After tens of thousands of years, Feng returned to his other master.

The paladin held the bottle of rebirth filled with the light blue invisible liquid with cautious hands, tilted its mouth slightly, and sprinkled it on the hilt in front of him. The invisible liquid was touching the hilt of the sword. He disappeared in an instant, but instead a special light began to shine on the unshaven long sword.

The stars are dotted, like stars in the sky.

During this process, the sound of the wind in the ears of the three people grew louder and louder, Anwina curled her lips, and disappeared on Jaina's shoulder in a flash, and turned into a warhammer pendant and hung on Dick's wrist again.

The spirit of the sun felt the aura of the elements from the wind, that was the aura that would have an impact on her existence, and she was also regarded as a special elemental body.

When the last drop of liquid dropped from the bottle of rebirth, this crystal clear bottle began to weather from the top, like a destroyed existence after the polishing of time, the quicksand blowing from the palm of the paladin's hand to him grows. The violent storm rolled into the sky.

"Stay back! My human warrior!"

Sunderland’s deep voice emerged from the long sword that was humming and entangled a whole layer of storm and lightning. Dick did not intend to show his bravery, taking Jaina and Liadrin back quickly. At a distance of 300 meters, when the three people stood still again.

The storm has appeared!

It is no longer invisible, or a gray storm.

But pure white, like the color of clouds, like the purest color.

The howling of the wind is no longer an adjective. Dick felt the force pushing from behind. It was the wind gathering in front of his eyes, like an invisible palm, pushing him forward. The Paladin inserted the sword of the Brotherhood into the ground. Only then reluctantly stood still in this storm that couldn't even open his eyes.

He looked up with difficulty, and the clouds in the sky had long since disappeared and were blown away by the wind!

The setting sun in the distance seems to have become distorted. It is the air being compressed in the wind, causing errors in the refraction of light, but there is no yellow sand being rolled up. Sunderland does not need these things to show his power, so Under his order, no yellow sand was picked up by the howling wind.

The moment the prince of the wind appeared, it swelled to a height that Dick needed to look up to. It was like the shape of Ragnaros condensed in a magma lake. The circling storms were not only storms, but also The storm and lightning lingering in it are like pendants on his body.

The dense power grid gathers the storm together, forming a tornado that penetrates the sky and the earth. This tornado can only be seen on the sea. Now it appears on the land, and in it, a blue light appears. , And then two more dazzling white lights.

Those were Sunderland's opened eyes.

When his body was gathered together, Dick saw Prince Wind gently waving his left hand with the silver armband, like a command, and like he turned off the button of the wind.

In short, at the moment when the left hand was waved, it seemed that the gust of wind that was about to tear the world abruptly came to a halt.

Not that kind of slowly disappearing, but at this moment, from the storm full of attack and destruction, suddenly dissipating, as if it had never appeared before.

The light in front of Dick calmed down, it was still the sunset, or this quiet desert, but in front of him, there was already a behemoth tens of meters tall.

His body is circulating all the time, his breath is like a violent wind, and his eyes are like cracks in the sky. In his right hand, the long sword magnified at least ten times has been shrouded in dazzling lightning. Like a lightning scepter, there was nothing in his right hand, but a purest sapphire ring was clasped on his finger. The gem was even twice as large as Dick's body.

He couldn't see his face, it was like a rotating invisible mist. Only the white eyes were watching the three people in front of him. But the next moment, the white shoulders on Sunderland's body moved, and he turned his body. Facing the gray storm barrier entwined outside the Crystal Valley, he breathed out softly.

When the storm receded, Sunderland saw the slender figure standing in the Crystal Valley, and the figure looked at him again.

Aihir, Wind Kiss Elf, Sunderland, Prince of Wind Chaser.

The story between the two cannot be written in a heavy book, but after tens of thousands of years of parting, where they first met, in this valley full of beautiful crystals, they again We met once.

The two giant elements slowly approached, probably because the weapon in his hand was getting in the way. The wind chaser waved lightly, and the storm sword in his hand moved towards Dick flew over, and finally fell into the ground in front of him like a meteorite.

The Wind Kiss Elf also threw something toward Dick, and was gently handed to Dick by the wind. The Paladin would take it in his hand. It was a blue crystal shard, which was the first part of his adventure. Point of departure.

"Huhuhuhuhuhu!"

Jaina grew her mouth and patted Dick's shoulder, who was lost in thought. The paladin raised her head, and the hairs all over her body stood up at this moment.

Originally only on the land of Sunderland and Aizier, dense wind elements appeared in the sky. They floated in the air one by one, covering the entire sky, and even the light was obscured. .

The lord of the wind elements, which is the same size as Aizi or even larger, has a total of six, floating in the forefront of those wind elements. They should be the leader of the sky wall and should also be a supporter of Sunderland.

So many wind elements! This is simply an unheard of sight in this world!

As long as one-third of them, no, one-fourth begin to attack, everything on this land, even the mighty Qiraji, will be torn to pieces by the wind, and this desert will be overthrown.

At the end of the paladin’s eyes, in the sky, outside the reunited clouds, the phantom of a city covered with white clouds is looming, the storm is its background, the thunder and lightning are its sound, that is the wall of the sky, the element The world beyond its boundaries.

It is also the habitat of these silent wind elements, where there is another creature stronger than the wind chaser, but now Dick is not qualified to see the face of Alakir the wind chaser.

I will see it in the future!

Dick held the blue crystal shard in his hand, and then heard Sunderland's voice ringing in his ears.

"I'm sorry I can't invite you to be a guest in the kingdom of the wind, but when the dust of the sky wall is settled, the palace that belongs to me will be opened for you! My human warrior can enter the sky from Uldum, but Not now! I owe you a favor! Jingfeng will remember all this, but it's time to say goodbye!"

The body of Prince Wind began to dissipate, and Aihir and those wind elements were also scattered invisible in the air. Only the murderous roar of the wind chaser lingered on this barren land, and was finally blown into the distance by the wind.

"Hurricane never forgives! It's time to recover this debt!"

"Four Winds Legion! Attack!"

"Target, the realm of fire source!"

Phew, the breeze slapped Dick on the cheek, like a hug at parting. When the phantom of the sky city covered by white mist in the sky disappeared, the paladin handed the sword of the brotherhood in his hand. Liadrin.

He no longer needs this symbolic and legendary weapon.

He will have a weapon more in line with his identity, a weapon gifted by the future elemental prince himself, and a weapon born in the purest storm.

Dick walked to the front of the huge blue-and-white sword wrapped in lightning and storms before his eyes, stretched out his hand, and gently pressed it against the surface of the blade.

The next moment, under the sky already surrounded by night and starlight, a touch of silver lightning pierced through the sky and the earth.

"My human hero, accept this blessing... From now on, the wind will be your weapon, from now on, thunder and lightning will be your voice, from now on, this sky will be your battlefield!"

"May you have a legend without regrets..."