Azeroth Trail of Light

When the little prince walked into the tomb on the right holding the vow practitioner, before he could see the scene in the tomb, the stone gate behind him suddenly fell.

The heavy door smashed on the ground, splashing dust on the ground. This movement shocked Anduin. He looked back and found that the stone door was engraved with mysterious patterns, which were silver, forming a piece. A fist of steel and silver.

Anduin recognizes the sign and is familiar with it.

But before he could speak, a deep breathing sounded behind him.

The voice seemed so clear in the quiet tomb, which shocked the little prince. When he turned his head, he saw the shadow standing up from the throne above the ring, and the thin and excessive Vrykul.

"Fur... another challenger... will you be the one I am looking for?"

The Vrykul stood up from his dusty throne and moved a step forward. In an instant, the entire dark tomb was lit up, and Anduin saw the Vrykul's appearance.

He is fully armed, wearing old armor, covered with dizzying battle marks, and even the steel in some places has been damaged, and he has been replaced with armor of completely different colors, which looks like a patch, plus The thin body of this Vrykul is far beyond the average Vrykul, which makes him look quite funny.

But real fighters would never laugh at the old Maivekul who seemed to fall to the ground when the wind blows, nor would anyone who has been on the battlefield do that.

The meaning of this armor has already surpassed its humble appearance. Looking at the scars on the armor, Anduin can even imagine how many battles its owner has gone through wearing it before it becomes what it is now. It looks like, that is the memory that remains in the end in the relentless years and time rotation.

Those who can withstand the scourge of time are either meaningless dead objects, or tenacious wills like rocks.

The existence in front of him is obviously the latter.

Behind the worn-out horned helmet, Anduin could only see a pair of dim eyes. The eyes were full of exhaustion, but they also represented persistence. He had not fallen yet, because the mission was not over, he looked at Ann. Duin's oath practitioner with starlight in his hands, a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and then he leaned slightly, jumped down from the high platform, and landed on the ground, staggering.

But his body shook, and finally stopped in place, and then reached out his hand to remove something from behind, and put it on the ground with a thud. At this moment, it seemed that the whole ground trembled.

It was a shield, the whole was golden yellow, mixed with white and silver decorations, and in the center was a slowly rotating disk. The moment the Vrykul’s hand touched the shield, the disk began to rotate slowly. The blue runes on the shield light up one by one, and the blue lines pierce outward along the square grooves in the central ring of the shield. On this shield, a cross-shaped starlight symbol is formed.

The bottom of the shield is silver, and the wings are carved like wings, and there are blue and purple metal strips fixed on it, making this shield look beautiful like a work of art.

This elegant shield does not match the tattered armor of the Vrykul at all, but when the Vrykul’s hands are placed on the surface of the shield, he and the shield are almost integrated, and he becomes a heavy side. The shield, like a high mountain, stood in front of Anduin, making his breathing a little bit blocked.

And the moment he saw this shield, the little prince also understood what his trial was...it was it!

That shield!

But can he defeat this Vrykul who is as tall as a mountain?

The little prince didn't know, he didn't even dare to guess, the difference between the two was too big, it was beyond imagination.

Worst of all, when the Vrykul raised his left hand, the vow practitioner held by Anduin slowly dissipated into a shining blue starlight, which disappeared from the palm of his hand. The next moment, But it appeared in the hands of the Vrykul again, knowing that at this time, the long sword that was only exuding a gleam in Anduin's hands, bloomed with its own splendor.

Paired with the heavy shield of gold and silver, it was completely natural, and the starlight on the blade was as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

"Guardian of Truth..."

The Vrykul hit the shield he held in his right hand with a long sword, and made a soft bang. He looked at Anduin and assumed a fighting stance.

"Come! Try to defeat me, to prove that you will be my successor! To prove that you will be the successor of this shield!"

"I...I can't do it!"

Anduin stepped back with some trepidation, until his back was pressed by a palm, and then the familiar voice rang in his ears.

"If you don't try it, how do you know you can't do it?"

The little prince looked back in surprise and saw Dick who was standing behind him at some unknown time. The stone gate was still closed, and he didn't know how the Paladin came in. He was wearing a normal black hunting suit with the blue and white piece. The big cloak, the fluff on both sides wrapped around his body, making him look reassuring.

In fact, he has been very reassuring.

Dick smiled and stretched out his hand to rub Anduin's somewhat stray hair into a mess, then stepped beside him and walked to the opposite of the Vrykul. He looked at the Vrykul in front of him, and the smile on his face narrowed and became Serious and deep, he stretched out his left hand, and a silver light bloomed on the palm of his hand, flowing quickly to both sides, finally forming a long-handled warhammer.

The crystal-like hammer surface, the fist broke through the obstructing hammer body, the overflowing silver light flicked back and forth on the surface of the warhammer, and finally converged to the center of the warhammer. Dick placed it on the ground in front of him, the Vrykul’s in front of him. The body trembled.

Not because of fear, but because of excitement.

"Master Tyre... are you... his heir?"

"Yes, Igrim, I know you... From Azadas and Elonnaya, I know that you were the heroic feat of Lord Tyre after being broken, and you are the real hero. I'm sorry. It was too long before I came here, but...it’s not too late. In the name of Tyre’s successor, I’m here to ask you, are you willing to return to the banner of order?"

Dick looked at the Vrykul warrior who raised his head proudly in time and never succumbed, he asked in a deep voice,

"Are you willing to fight for justice and truth in this world again? Just like the vow you made when you lifted the guardian of truth in front of Lord Tyre."

The Vrykul seemed to have been asked this question. He thought for a few seconds and nodded gently.

"I'm willing, but... it seems that the world doesn't plan to give me too much time."

With a wry smile, he took off his helmet, revealing his extremely thin, almost skinny face, "I have no time, I am dying, as long as I get out of this tomb and touch the outside air, I will I will die. In fact, over the years, if I hadn't been looking for an inheritor for the guardian of the truth to support me, I'm afraid I would have fallen."

"I really want to fight again, fight heartily again, but my heart that is about to stop is telling me, my painful body is telling me, even my dim eyes are telling me...I don't have that chance. "

"No, these are not problems!"

Dick’s right hand was leaning towards the air, and a purple lightning shattered the teleportation stone in his palm, and then a thundering portal appeared beside Dick. It was vaguely visible that there was a stone platform surging with thunder. A figure like a giant dragon laying on the Buddha, is lying in it, receiving the thunder and lightning. It seems to be a kind of transformation, and it is like a strengthening of the body.

The Paladin looked at Igrim, the first warrior of the Midong Vrykul who was loyal to Tyre, a former butcher on the battlefield, a guardian of the prodigal son, his mouth bends upwards,

"I will make up for your wasted 10,000 years! You can fight for another 10,000 years! As long as you want!"

The Vrykul's body trembled again. He tried to see some emotions in Dick’s eyes, but no, those eyes...Although they were different from the eyes of the adult in his memory, they were less firm and more. A touch of softness, but the same can reach the bottom of my heart.

"Okay! I am willing!"

Igrim put down the sword in his hand and looked at Dick, "But I only fight for order and truth! Not for your will!"

Dick lowered his head, the fire of justice disappeared in his hand, and he murmured.

"Anyway, on my side... everything is fine."

The Paladin turned sideways, looked at Anduin with a look of confusion, then looked at Igrim.

"Then I won't bother you with the trial of the Guardian of Truth, but...I have a small suggestion. You can suppress your strength to the same level as my disciple."

Dick glanced at Anduin.

"When the strength gap is too large, the meaning of this kind of trial is not great, and I believe that if he can be recognized by the practitioner of the oath, his dedication to a certain belief is worthy of recognition. The only thing that needs to be considered is, He may belong to the future, not the present."

Igrim thought about it for a moment, then spread his hand.

"But I can't do it... too much time has passed, my control of power has weakened, I can no longer suppress my own power, and what you said makes sense, if it is him now, there is nothing The odds...I can move the trial time back..."

"No need to!"

Dick waved his hand, and only after setting up a sentence, did he show his careful thoughts, "Then I strengthen him to a suitable level, shouldn’t it be a violation? Anduin will be my successor, so it’s not against fairness. Under the circumstances, I think I should be able to give him some help."

Igrim waved his hand, as if he didn't care about such blatant "cheating".

So Dick turned his head and glanced at Anwina. The latter patted his wings and landed on Anduin's shoulder. Dick also pierced his wind chasing sword into the ground in front of Anduin, and Naaruzhi The ring of the shield, the ring inlaid with khaki amber was stuffed into the little prince's hand by him.

"Being able to get here, your trial has been more than half completed, Igrim will not take your life, so this time, I will show him all my understanding of the Holy Light, Anduin, Tell me, are you afraid?"

The little prince raised his head and looked at Dick. The teacher's familiar face was cautious, and there was a touch of expectation. He probably hoped that he could pass this trial.

This is his mentor. When he rescued Anduin from the Black Dragon Dragon, he occupied a very peculiar place in his heart. He brought the little prince the father's warmth to Varian. The period of bad condition also gave him a sense of security for his protector.

Later, when the little prince slowly grew up, became a paladin, and experienced so many weird things, Dick's figure was a little fuzzy in his heart, and at this moment, the little prince looked at those eyes, and his eyes appeared. Yes, it was Dick wearing a trial armor with light wings on his back, leading him to the back of Stormwind Fortress.

So Anduin suddenly knew what Dick meant to him.

The person I want to be!

Idol, admirer, yes, facing the expectant look, Anduin nodded.

"I'm not afraid! I want to be a strong Paladin like you! So I can't fail here!"

Dick was shocked, then smiled and shook his head, reaching out and messing up the little prince’s hair.

"Then go! Let me see... my disciple, how far can you get there!"

After speaking, the Paladin took a step back and stood outside the battlefield. The little prince held the Wind Chasing Sword in his hand. Although this sword looked huge and sharp, it looked like a two-handed epee. In fact, its weight is only as heavy as a one-handed sword, and even Anduin can hold it in his own hand without much effort.

With the ring on his left index finger, according to Professor Dick, the holy energy in his body was slowly injected into it. The little prince felt that the ring was like a bottomless pit, swallowing his holy energy, standing Master Anvena on his shoulder curled her lips and put her hand on Anduin's neck.

In the next moment, the brilliant holy flame and holy light emerged from the little prince’s back and poured into his body continuously. The shining Naaru shield was also fully activated at this moment, but Anduin was still unable to It is well controlled, so the shield formed is only the most common shape.

There is no such exquisite appearance and lifelike feeling of Dick at all, but it is enough!

He bends down slightly, just like Igrim on the opposite side, blocking the light shield in front of him, and the long sword in his hand is against the surface of the shield.

The huge power from the sun’s spirit rolls in his not-so-tall body. Opposite him is a hero who has left a glorious track in history tens of thousands of years ago. He is working for a piece of justice and truth. To fight for the artifact.

Finally... Anduin, he also embarked on his own path. 8)