Azeroth Trail of Light

"boom!"

The two shields collided again, and Igrim’s weak body took a step back. Anduin, blessed by the power of Anvina’s holy light, miraculously blocked the collision. He stepped back three steps, and then again. Charged up towards Igrim.

The little prince’s martial arts skills were very solid. When the light shield in front of him shifted, the Wind Chasing Sword was cut at Igrim’s arm by him, but was blocked by the guardian of truth, the big shield like a door. On the periphery of the Kuren, the surface of the shield turned slightly, and Anduin’s body was deflected, and then the Vrykul kicked the front of Anduin’s light shield, shattered the light shield, and took Anduin together. Kicked out.

But there was no injury.

The weakness of the Vrykul was not fake. His strength at this time had been weakened. Although his combat skills had reached the peak in the long years, there was no doubt that he had already felt the pressure in the face of the blessed Anduin.

Especially that heavy layer of holy light made him feel quite tricky.

"Good fighting spirit... but this is not enough!"

Igrim felt the pain from his body, but he gritted his teeth and was unwilling to retreat. He didn't even want to retreat. He rushed towards Anduin who was up.

Just like when he led the Midong Vrykul in a four-way battle, on the cold snowy field outside Ulduar, he used to make such a crazy impact, and then cut and slashed the earth spirits, the weak earth spirits.

Dick watched the battle between Igrim and Anduin, and his mind couldn’t help but the story of Igrim popped up in his mind. Since this guy had one of the three artifacts of the Paladin, Dick was right. His memory is still very clear.

Ygrim was once a warrior of Midong Vrykul. It was the most powerful tribe of Vrykul tens of thousands of years ago. They were so arrogant that they wanted to rule the land of the gods, because there was nowhere to Let them conquer the forces.

So they went to Ulduar. Those butchers slaughtered everything in front of them madly. Igrim was the craziest of them. Whether he was standing in front of him, young or old, or warriors, he would be ruthless. Cut into two sections.

His notoriety spread far on that snowy field, and even the Titan Guardians in Ulduar had heard of him.

Fate is so wonderful, it is hard to imagine that such a **** butcher would one day pick up the Guardian of Truth, but he really did.

No matter what you like, if you do it for a long time, you will feel bored, not to mention the cruel thing of taking your life. Therefore, after a long battle, Igrim is also a little tired of slashing opponents, not because of him. Becoming weak, but because, perhaps after a certain massacre, this Vykul believed that this bullying behavior could not bring him the glory he deserved.

So in the next "hunting", facing the old, weak, sick and disabled in the earth spirits, facing his cold compatriots who were about to raise the battle axe, Igrim hesitated for a while, and also raised the battle sword.

But instead of slashing at the earth spirits, he chopped down to the ground his fellow clan who were occupied by death and blood.

When the terrified earthlings asked him why he wanted to help them, Igrim said the creed that he had been insisting on throughout his life.

"Kill for the sake of killing...conquer for the sake of conquering... Such things have no glory at all, they will only bring shame and regret... Yes, I regret it, I should live like a warrior, Not a butcher."

"Go away! Little bastard!"

The sound of fierce fighting awakened Dick from his memories. He saw the old warrior. Anduin, who was giving up his defense, forced him to fight back. It was not that Igrim was too weak, but After being infused with Anvina's energy, the little prince's biggest disadvantage has been equalized.

When Anduin gave up maintaining the shield of the Naaru, and poured the inexhaustible holy energy into the Wind Chasing Sword, the golden long sword carried the scorching heat, and every time it was swung, it could even leave a piece on the ground. Sword Mark, and as Dick's only disciple, he learned more than ordinary Paladins.

Judgment, Hammer of Wrath, Blade of Holy Light, and even the explosion of Holy Energy similar to the Holy Avenger, when the little prince is really shrouded in Holy Light and charged, even Igrim can only choose to avoid it. His edge.

He is old...

But he can't even lift the sword when he is still young!

Like an angry old lion, facing the little lion arrogantly roaring at him, he chose to move on.

He is old, his strength is not as good as before, his bones are trembling under this fierce battle, and his footsteps are beginning to float, but what about?

Who can destroy a will that is unwilling to surrender to time?

Charge forward, turn sideways, rotate, shield strike!

When the door-like guardian of truth came head-on, the little prince who was caught by a flaw could only retreat. But the next moment, his body was like a baseball hit. Under the impact of huge force, the whole Everyone rolled out in embarrassment.

It also brought a series of exclamations from Master Anwina.

"Huh...huh..."

This blow caused Igrim's body to groan unbearably. He held the Guardian of Truth in both hands and pressed his shield and sword against the ground. He breathed heavily and watched as he stood up dizzy and dizzy. Anduin, a cheerful expression appeared in his eyes.

Looking at this scene, Dick has a kind of guess. Perhaps, when Ygrim stayed alone on the snowy field of Ulduar, he also helped Tyr and the Titan creations who fled Ulduar to resist the chasers behind. Such.

That was after Tyr combined with Azadas and Elonnaya to steal the disc of Norgannon. Loken, worried that his betrayal was discovered, furiously set off an army to destroy Tyr and the fugitives. , But on the road in front of the cliffs of the storm, a tall figure holding a vow practitioner, leaning on the guardian of truth to block in front of the chasing soldiers.

Those were the flame giants of Loken, the steel vrykul and the frost giant. On Igrim’s side, there were only the Midong Vrykul who followed him. Among the snow on the cliffs of the storm, there were two armies of disproportionate numbers. When they collided together, that was the most beautiful spark in Tyre's story.

Evil and justice, lies and truth.

Igrim perfectly fulfilled the vow he made in front of Tyre and fought to the last person. Yes, in the end, wherever he went, the fearsome evil servants could only flee with fear, even if that one was crazy. Only Igrim remained in his army.

But he is like a wall that cannot be crossed.

However, Loken released the evil lieutenant of the ancient **** when the pursuit was blocked. When Igrim rushed to the Eastern Continent all the way, he only saw that cemetery, the Fall of Tyr.

The guardian who symbolized order died, but Igrim still kept his vow. He stayed at the tombstone for thousands of years. He didn't set off until he felt the weakness of his life. He wanted to find someone for his vow. The true successor.

Thousands of years later, countless people came to the tomb of the ancestor with vow practitioners, but no one was recognized by Igrim.

Maybe this powerful fighter did not find a suitable heir, he just didn't want to admit that he was old, nothing more.

"Come! One last blow, come!"

Igrim slapped the shield of the guardian of truth with the vow practitioner, and made a crisp impact. He was panting, and his body came to the end in the long wait. He only looked forward to the transfer of this vow. Before, come to a final, hearty battle.

Regardless of life or death, regardless of victory or defeat!

Anduin was also aroused by the peculiar pride of the young man. The blow just now hit his defenseless body. Even though the Holy Energy was flowing, whether it was Dick or Anvina’s Holy Energy, healed him. The effect is too low, so right now, his nose and face are swollen, and there is still a smell of blood in his mouth.

But the little lion doesn't care about these, whether it is the arena in Feralas or Kun-Lai Mountain in Pandaria, there is no place that can bring him this kind of real fighting blood.

The little prince clenched the hilt of the Wind Chasing Sword with both hands, once again inspiring the endless sacred power that Anwina had brought him. The whole person was like a shining paladin, striding towards Yi who was standing still. Grim.

Seeing this scene, Dick's eyes closed. From Anduin's holy light, he felt a trace of the essence of power. It seemed that the battle brought the little prince more than he thought. Much more.

He moved his shoulders. After this blow, the battle will end. It is time for him to leave here. There are many things in the entire Broken Isles worth looking for, and he doesn’t have much time. Soldiers in Stormheim. After all transferred to the Borean Tundra, he will join the sequence of the Northern Expedition.

The goal is of course not Alsace. To be precise, the ultimate goal is not Alsace, Ulduar and Yogg-Saron. That is what makes Dick a real headache.

Thinking is just a moment, the roaring Anduin and the roaring Igrim have collided in the two beams of light. The light merged, expanded, and finally exploded, accompanied by a soft collision, the vow practitioner He flew far away at a high altitude and plunged under Dick's feet upside down.

It kept groaning, and seemed to worry about the previous master. It wasn't until Dick's hand touched the hilt that its groaning slowly faded, and Dick even felt a trace of obedience from it.

Maybe as long as he wants, he can also participate in this trial... but it's not necessary.

The Paladin stepped forward, and the flipped light mist exploded at the last moment, rendering the hall extremely magnificent. Where Dick went, the light was softly separated, as if to make way for his own king.

"call"

Dick's shoulders sank, and Anvina sat there, her shoulders hugged, looking upset.

"Stupid, your disciple is stupid than you! With the strength of this lord, he can't beat that old man unexpectedly."

"He is just a child."

Dick shook his head, bent over, and separated the golden mist. Igrim and Anduin fell to the ground. Neither of them had any obvious wounds. They were just lying on each side and panting. The situation of Igrim was even worse. Worse, Dick helped him up, then threw out a chain of holy light, and grabbed Anduin from the ground.

"Has he passed the trial?"

Dick asked.

"Ahem... he will become a good soldier in the future."

Igrim closed his eyes, "Now let me see your promise!"

The Paladin shrugged and helped Igrim walk into the thunder portal beside him. "As you wish, shouldn't a warrior like you die on the bed? The battlefield is your home, and there is peace of mind. Rest for a while, and when you are sober, there are more wars waiting for you to participate in!"

Anvina stayed in the tomb. She became the size of an adult. Then she held the vow practitioner and the truth guardian inserted on the ground in her hands. Obviously, these two weapons did not recognize it, so she fell on An Wei Na's hands are just heavy iron.

After playing for a while, the spirit of the sun felt boring. She walked up to Anduin who was resting on the steps, handed the long sword and shield to Anduin, and said with a look of disgust.

"Here, idiot, your spoils!"

Anduin's treatment of this weapon was not as casual as Anwina. He stood up, wiped his hands, and then took over the dimmed vow practitioner and truth guardian. The start was heavy, but there was a kind of heart-to-heart connection. feel.

This was the first trophy in his life, which made him ignore the meaning of the artifact for a while, but the guardian of truth fell in the hands of Anduin, but there was no fire of justice with Dick, Kael'thas Like the Pride of the Sunstrider, it immediately changed its form, still maintaining its original form, which was its form in Igrim's hands.

In other words, Anduin still failed to gain its approval. It should be the reason why he passed the trial by using power that did not belong to him. To make this artifact fully recognize him, Anduin still has a long way to go. Going.

But this is not important, he has a lot of time, and his story is just beginning.

Dick left Igrim, who was almost fainted, on the platform of Thor's Peak. The power left by Leiden and Thor rolls over here. Here are those Zandalar trolls and Das and Demetrius accept Where they have been transformed, their transformation has not yet been completed, but it has already come to an end. When they wake up from the power of the Titans, they will have a completely different future.

And at the moment Dick crossed the portal and returned to the tomb, he keenly felt the change in the atmosphere of the tomb in just a few minutes, and the Wind Chaser returned to his palm. The golden and silver light was at this moment. It filled the gloomy tomb.

He felt threatened!

"Who is there!"

Dick’s cry just sounded. Two thick, thick tentacles covered with suckers and evil horns, covered with the power of gray shadows, pierced the ground of the king’s tombs one by one. They were so huge. , Completely cover the space where Dick dodges.

Then the Paladin heard the exclamation from the little prince.

"Help! No..."

"Huh!"

The golden star of the cross lit up in the darkness, and the Buddha brought up a cross blade in the air, completely slitting the huge horrible tentacles, and Dick, who was covered with order and thunder and lightning, rushed from it. Going out, just to see the scene where Anduin and Anwina were dragged into the dark abyss by their tentacles.

"Hela! Bastard! Put them down!"

Dick thunderously waved his left hand, and the silver-purple thunder and lightning throbbed on his arm. In an instant, it gathered into a thunderstorm. The energy mixed with order and holy light was like a silver holy sword rising into the sky. The moment he waved it, he penetrated the heavy ground above his head, and then cut it all the way down, turning the entire tomb of the ancestor into ruins.

"Hahaha... this little cutie will become my most powerful shadow angel, thank you for your gift...ah!!!"

Hela’s mournful wailing, mixed with the pain of tail docking, disappeared in the end of the roar of the mountain breaking and the darkness as the shadow was condensed. With the fading of this scene, the mist and those that enveloped the Hall of Valor and the sea The dead spirits in the mist quickly dissipated at this moment, released the Buddha, and went back to the **** where they should go.

The purple thunder covered most of the sky in the entire Stormheim in an instant, rushing straight up from the ruins of Shield Island, like a burst of thunder pillars.

After the mist that quickly dissipated on the sea, a flash of angry thunder pierced the sky.