Azeroth Trail of Light

The appearance of the paladin profession is still very short. It was established in the first orc war by the then leader of the Holy Light Church Alonthos-Fao. This experienced hero is in Los Angeles. The Alonthos Chapel in Stratholme, the Kingdom of Danren, established the Knights of the Silver Hand.

That was the first and most orthodox paladin group.

There were five first-generation paladins, all of whom were disciples under the crown of Faor, Uther, Foddin, Turalyon, Lavengarde and Dathohan.

There are priests and warriors among them, but after being awakened by the power of the Holy Light under the crown of Faor, they used their power to form a new fighting style, that is, the Paladin. In the fierce battle of the orc war, the Paladin This kind of existence with extremely strong survivability and fortification ability was quickly recognized by the human world. It was also from that time that the number of Paladins began to increase rapidly.

They are called messengers of justice.

But even professionals like Paladins will inevitably suffer casualties in cruel wars. After the orc war is over, all the remains of Paladins that can be found are stored in the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel in Northern Xinjiang, here As a result, it became one of the holy places for all the Holy Light believers in the Eastern Continent.

Then I have to talk about another unique phenomenon in Azeroth. When some warriors die, their souls will not dissipate because of a certain obsession. Those who tend to the dark side will often become similar to the undead. Existence, and biased towards the light side, will become another existence, the body is undead, but it can still use the divine power.

They are called heroic spirits.

The timeline has moved forward for tens of thousands of years. At that time, the Titans made Hera’s shepherd spirit messengers to manage these souls, and Odin, the strongest chief manager of the Titans’ guardians, had studied the heroic spirits. Strength, and with this forged his special and powerful heroic army, but because of some grievances between Hela and Odin, the shepherd messenger and the corrupted wisdom king Loken colluded with each other and conspired to be powerful. Odin.

The chief administrator has been trapped in his hall of heroic spirits until now, and Hela, who has completely fallen into evil, no longer fulfills his mission. As a result, tens of thousands of years later, the heroic spirits are left in Azeroth, and the new heroic spirits have no You can go everywhere, you can only continue to exist in the place where you were born.

This phenomenon is very rare, but the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel in Northern Xinjiang is one of them. The heroic spirits of the tens of thousands of Paladins who died in the war were sealed together with their remains under the chapel. They owned The power of is astonishingly powerful. This is a secret that can only be circulated among real big men.

But it is a pity that mortals cannot communicate with the heroic spirits, or even communicate. Those heroic spirits will only fight back against the invading darkness and evil. This is why in the original history, even though the entire northern border has fallen, the holy light The most important reason why the Zhiwan Chapel can be maintained.

Even the mighty Lich King Arthas did not dare to set foot on this land at will, because that was a terrifying force that would be fatal to him!

Dick knew this early. After the Battle of the Quicksand, he even felt the presence of the heroic spirits on the sculpture called "Quicksand Eternal". Those heroic spirits were very friendly to him, but they still couldn't communicate. It was a pity, but now, when he knew Kel'Thuzad's plan, Dick's eyes were red.

Big Lich, this lunatic is planning to take a draw!

Once the heroes of the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel were exhausted, the entire Northern Xinjiang completely lost the hole cards that could suppress Alsace and the Undead Legion. After Alsace was awakened a year later, when he started the war again, Northern Xinjiang It will be completely risk-free!

This bastard!

He clearly wanted to completely push Alsace and Northern Xinjiang to a dead end, so that one of the two must fall.

Don't let Naxxramas appear above the Light's Hope Chapel! Can't! Resolutely not!

The holy flame around Dick’s body burned more violently, and the Holy Rune on his forehead was activated again. This was the manifestation of the power of order being mobilized to the extreme. When the flames all over his body turned silver, Dick pulled out It is a wind chasing sword on the ground used to maintain body balance.

"Help me! Anvina!"

Master Anvena, who was sitting on his shoulders, flapped the golden wings behind her, showing her figure behind Dick, pushing forward with all her strength with both hands.

"Give it to others!"

Feeling the tremendous power coming from behind, in the hunting wind, Dick jumped up from the ground, holding the Wind Chasing Sword in both hands, roaring toward the standing amidst the blue rays of wind and thunder and the silver flames. Kel'Thuzad stabbed in the spot.

"Give me... to die!"

The black hair was blown up, and Dick's eyes were full of desperate madness. He knew that he had no chance of winning against Kel'Thuzad, but it was not something he could not do because he had no chance.

He was like a knight wielding a spear toward a windmill, knowing that it was not a giant, but still driven by the belief in his heart to defeat that unimaginable opponent.

The Great Lich turned his head, the blood-red King Spirit Fire in his eyes had completely turned into a deep purple. He looked at the sword blade pierced from above, not evasive, but opened in Dick’s surprised gaze. With both arms, in the posture of a victim, let the sword that envelops the power of order pierce his bones.

"Dedicating my blood and flesh, only for your glory!"

"Dedicate my spirit and bones, and let your glory make me sublime!"

"Let it eat my soul, let it crush my will."

"I know, I'm looking at the abyss, and the abyss is looking back at me."

"Let it hurt, let it bleed, let it wailing."

"In the glory of being born in Chaos, I will have eternal life everywhere!"

"The glory belongs to you."

"The blood belongs to you."

The complete, crazy prayer was pronounced by Kel'Thuzad. The wind chasing sword in Dick's hand completely pierced his bones, and the searing power of order surged on the surface of his body, destroying all of his existence. Like white bones in flames, it became pitch black and eventually turned into ashes.

Dick held the blade, and Kel'Thuzad held the blade with his bone fingers. There was no pain in his purple eyes, only the creepy peace.

This lunatic has no defense at all, no defense at all!

"We will meet again, Knight Dick."

Kel'Thuzad’s laughter came into Dick’s ears like a poisonous snake, and the Paladin couldn’t help loosening the hilt of his sword. After taking two steps back, he watched the Lich’s body and robe in the silver flames. The inside disappeared like dry wood that had been poured with less kerosene, and the burning speed was surprising.

"When we meet again, I hope you won't be too surprised, Dick."

"Ah, Kel'Thuzad is dead... The new Kel'Thuzad is about to be resurrected... Another journey begins."

The last ghost sound sounded in the hall, as if invisible fear strangled Dick’s neck, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Naxxramas, which was flying fast, was like an invisible giant. The hand fell from the air. After losing all the power, after losing the guidance, he bombarded the ground diagonally.

The Paladin only had time to take a look at the ground scene, closed his eyes in pain, and clenched his fists.

That is the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, **** it, can't stop it!

Three seconds later, the entire northern Xinjiang ground shook violently, and the Sea of ​​Undead, which was fighting desperately with the steady stream of Paladins and soldiers, had undergone a certain change at this moment. It was originally desperately moving forward. The countless undead of smashed everywhere like headless flies. The Undead Sea, which could have been able to face the Paladins, was also completely plunged into chaos at this moment.

And at the edge of East Dalungmir, the once sacred place, an indescribable golden beam of light rose to the sky, and there were countless warriors shouting to kill the enemy, like a battlefield of gods. The golden light almost illuminated the entire East Dalungmir. Anywhere that was radiated by the burning power of tens of thousands of heroic spirits, the undead who hid were wailing and being burned to ashes.

At that moment, the entire East Dallonemir, West Dallonemir, and even Tirisfal, Gilneas farther away, even Arathi Highlands, Ironforge, and even Stormwind City, did any acquaintances see that one? The golden beam of light pierced through the sky and the earth, at that moment, it was like the arrival of real dawn.

Later, it was called a miracle, and it was said that the omnipresent holy light appeared in person and shot down the evil natural disaster floating city. With the help of the dawn knight, the terrifying lich was beheaded on the spot.

The Holy Light’s Hope Chapel, which was completely destroyed in the impact, was not abandoned as a result. Instead, it was rebuilt brick by brick by the followers of the Holy Light who spontaneously came from all over the world after the war, becoming more magnificent and even more magnificent. sacred.

But in the eyes of insiders, this glorious temple is far from the previous meaning.

There were less than 200 survivors in the small town of Holy Light’s Wishes Chapel in that impact, and more than 700 ascetics, civilians, adventurers, and even disabled soldiers died in that impact and the subsequent outbreak of the Holy Spirit. In the wave of light.

No one thinks that their deaths are worthless. Even the families of those who died think that they have gained supreme glory and returned to a peaceful paradise in the most just tide of holy light. There are even countless fanatics admiring these " The experience of the "victims", they think it is the greatest pity for believers.

And at the same time, when the pillar of holy light spread across the entire East Dalungmir, when this miracle happened, it teleported dimly from a corner house in the business district of Stormwind. The light of Shushu lit up in the room, and accompanied by the gentle meowing sound, Mr. Bigworth walked out from the broken light with his tail cocked.

The witch cat with the light of wisdom in her eyes gracefully jumped from the window sill to the ground, stretched her beautiful tail aside, and played with it for a while. When there is no owner to look after, Mr. Bigworth is very good at it. Have some fun for yourself.

But there is a difference between it and ordinary stupid cats. It quickly remembered its mission, so it passed through the dim floor silently, holding the green crystal pendant under its neck, and placed it on the inconspicuous floor. central.

Accompanied by the sound of khakaka, a hidden door opened under the floor, and the kitten rushed in. In the deepest part of the basement, a guy in a mage robe was lying there, holding a black box in his hand, and closing his eyes. , With a weak breath, but no thought as it should be, like a container.

Mr. Bigworth jumped onto this guy's chest, put the green crystal in the box, and then lay down on this guy's chest very obediently, making cute meow sounds from time to time.

After a few seconds, with green and purple light rising, the container was reinfused with life.

"Cough cough...huh, the feeling of breathing again... so strange, and the weak power, I really don't like it."

A hoarse voice sounded in the basement, and the warm hands gently embraced Mr. Bigworth in his arms and gently stroked his head.

"Wait...Mr. Bigworth, did you eat something else? Let me see, my goodness! Catnip! Damn, you are a gentleman, you can't touch things that rude cats like. !"

"Meow meow!"

"Okay, okay, I know you like it, but you can't eat such crude goods. You should have food worthy of your identity. Let me think, um, dear Benedictus should be able to find it. The best catnip, come, let us meet that old friend together."

"He will welcome us...he must welcome us."