Azeroth Trail of Light

The golden thunder light flashed through the air, and the flower-shaped flame dissipated in the air, followed by a slight anxious smell. As the haunting mist slowly dispersed, Dick appeared at the door of the headquarters of the coalition headquarters, holding a weapon. The Paladin saw clearly the badges worn on Dick's chest, and immediately straightened his body.

"Welcome! Great Order Knight!"

"Hmm! Good day, warriors."

He greeted the guards, and he could see that he was carrying a long wooden box on his back. On the gray wooden box, a silver chain was wrapped several times, and the golden charms on the chain could be seen jumping while walking. The text seems to be distorted and reshaped every moment.

"There is a smell of darkness in the air, and I can feel that you have brought something not so good."

Dick had just stepped out a few steps, and a leisurely voice sounded behind him. The Paladin looked back and saw Old Fording who had just jumped off his horse. The old knight seemed to have just returned from patrol. Throwing the whip to his guard, then strode up.

Old Fording stepped forward and gave him a hug, then patted him on the shoulder.

"Everyone here has to thank you, Dick, and welcome back!"

Dick grinned, and then, the old knight's gaze fell on the wooden box behind Dick. He stretched out his hand to touch it, but Dick avoided it.

This action made the old knight's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice.

"secret"

Dick looked at him and shook his head.

"not dangerous!"

Ten minutes later, the great knight Mograine, who was stationed in the Fortagen Fortress, arrived late, and the last one opened the door of the reception room. At least 7 people have been waiting inside, all of which are the true high-levels of the coalition forces.

And on the table among the seven, the wooden box was placed.

The silver chain has been untied, and the **** has been lost. The dark screams surging inside are shaking almost everyone's nerves. Those who are sensitive to this kind of breath, such as the old Fording whose energy is biased towards salvation, are even more so. Sitting far away, still rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

Obviously, this thing caused him a lot of trouble. As soon as Mograine entered the hall, he couldn't help but jump with the holy flame burning epee behind him. This scene made the great knight stop. Step forward.

The will of the holy sword is telling him that there is danger in front of him!

"Who can tell me what this thing is?"

Mograine cautiously suppressed the restless Ashbringer with his holy energy, then raised his head, swept across the faces of everyone, and finally set his eyes on Dick who was sitting next to Saurfang, accentuating his tone. ,

"Dick?"

The Paladin did not speak, he stood up and exhaled.

"Okay, everyone is here, then I'll just say it straight."

"When I entered Northrend, I was thinking about a problem. I believe that everyone here has encountered this problem. In the last encounter at the Temple of Wyrmrest, King Saurfang killed Rivendell, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Mograine defeated Kurtaz, King Varian and others jointly demolished Malogar, but we also saw it. Just yesterday, Rivendell appeared again On the battlefield of Angasa."

"The souls of these guys are stored in Frostmourne. For the dead souls, as long as the souls are still there, they can be resurrected, so even if we kill all the Titans under Arthas at once, less than 2 In heaven, we have to face them again. What Alsace lost is only some dark magic power. With the addition of the magic node of Icecrown Glacier, he will not lack this stuff at all."

Dick’s eyes fell on the wooden box on the table.

"Icebreaking is imminent. To increase the success rate, we have to find ways to weaken the natural disasters. The premise is to prevent the high-level undead from resurrecting again and again."

"So, I brought this!"

"Snapped!"

Dick’s stick slapped on the top of the wooden box. The box split from the top and spread out in four directions, revealing the ice-blue battle axe framed in it. It was opened in the box full of imprisonment runes. At that moment, the substantive dark energy rushed out frantically in all directions, spreading its teeth and claws like a devil that had just been released!

"Whhhhhhhhhhh"

The moment the dark energy strikes, the light shields around the bodies of Fording, Mograine, Velen, and Bovar are active at the same time, and Saurfang and Kane Bloodhoof are angry like flames. It surged, and Woking, who was sitting next to him, waved his left hand, and a shadow washed away the mad darkness in front of him. General Shandris held the wooden talisman on his waist, and her shining moonlight also burned the darkness completely.

The representative of Quel'Thalas, Rogerio Star Chaser, used a dagger to cut through the darkness. The old Zandalari troll Goraya completely ignored him and allowed the darkness to approach his body.

"It's not funny at all! If it were someone else, I would have thrown him into jail long ago!"

Mograine's tone was very angry, but when his eyes fell on the ice-blue battle axe, he couldn't say what he was about to say next.

"How...how does this battle axe..."

"Similar to Frostmourne, right?"

Dick’s voice was very soft, but it steadily spread to everyone’s ears, “Yes, it’s a weapon modeled after Frostmourne, and it even has the same function... absorbs the soul, receives the soul, and transfers the power of the soul. Enhance the power of ourselves, and most importantly, we can use it to stop Frostmourne!"

The Paladin’s left hand landed on the handle of the battle axe that was constantly roaring at the soul level, and the battle axe could be seen constantly buzzing, trying to jump out of his control, but the power of order diffused, but it was completely suppressed. Down.

Dick put it in front of his eyes, his eyes full of indifferent appreciation,

"It is greedy, but it is its purpose to cut through all falsehoods!"

"It is evil, but it is its voice to say that violence is used to control violence!"

"It is angry, but it is its mission to wash away the evil of the world!"

"When the Hell of Thousand Souls of Senluo Wanxiang unfolds behind it..."

"Even if it is a god! I must tremble in front of it!"

Dick put the battle axe back on the table, and his voice became low, but it was as shocking as the roaring battle axe.

"I call it the sadness of the shadow, the shadow of justice, the endless sadness that blooms when evil ends!"

The Paladin looked at a quiet hall and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I solved ninety-nine problems for its emergence, so now there is only one problem left...Who are you willing to wave it?"

No one answered. Although the power of this battle axe really made everyone fascinated, any reasonable person could see the hidden risks behind this fascination. Overlord Saurfang pointed to the axe, His tone was a bit suspicious,

"Frostmourne changed Arthas from a paladin to a death knight. Then it... Shadowmourne, will it have the same risk?"

"Frankly, I don't know!"

Dick sat in a chair, put his hands on his knees, lowered his chin and buried it in his palms, "I can hold it because I am one of its creators, but even so, it is still unwilling to obey me. , So I don’t know what it will bring to his new owner, but there are two things I can be sure of."

"First of all, people who already have an artifact-like weapon cannot tame it. Uther and I have tried this. The instinctive will of an artifact-like weapon will prevent us from accepting such a weapon."

"Secondly, whether it is a warrior, a ranger, a paladin, or even a priest, as long as you can tame the greedy soul, you can hold all of its power, but there must be an influence on yourself. This is after all. In the above, it is a complete magic weapon. I can't really confirm whether it will transform our own power."

Woking's gaze was withdrawn from the battle axe, and a string of delicate bone rosary was turning in his left hand. After hearing Dick's statement, he opened his mouth and said,

"During the time my father was still alive, I learned a lot of methods for making voodoo artifacts from him. One of the methods was to create a magic weapon first, and then find one that was not too strong for it. Master, let the magic weapon control the user... Although I hate this approach, if this kind of sacrifice is necessary, we might as well..."

"No way!"

This time it was Tauren Chief Kane who spoke. The big tail flicked on the ground, and his gaze at Shadowmourne's battle axe was full of jealousy. For the tauren who admires nature, this kind of evil weapon It shouldn't show up at all.

But from the commander’s point of view, he sincerely hoped that this weapon would be useful as Dick said. He explained to Woking,

"Chief Vol'jin, you came late and didn't fight Arthas head-on. The erosion of the soul by the magic sword in his hand exists almost all the time. If you give such a weapon to a weak-willed guy, If he is really faced with Frostmourne, his powerful power will not help him at all, and he may be defeated in the first place."

"So, the meaning of Dick Knight is also very obvious. If you want to hold this battle axe, you must pass this test first, and at least prove that you will not be defeated in this kind of will-level confrontation. This is even better than Your own strength is more important."

Woking nodded and stopped talking. He also saw the thorny issue of this problem. Will anyone here stand up and respond to this gamble that might lose everything?

"I have a question, Dick."

A voice came out from behind everyone, it was Old Fording, the paladin unlocked the armor of his left hand, he moved his wrist, stood up, and looked at Dick.

"Will this weapon affect the user's thinking?"

Dick looked at the old knight, "As long as you really tame it, you won’t be affected... But Fording, are you sure you want to try? In fact, in my opinion, you are not the most suitable candidate. It’s more difficult for you to control it."

"But someone has to give it a try. I think I'm a good fit."

Old Fording spread his hands out, "I desperately want to end all this, I desperately want to return to Hearthglen, watch my hometown and my country rebuild, and personally participate in it."

The old knight took a deep breath, "My holy light is salvation, and my attack power is not as good as Mograine, nor is it as powerful as Saurfang overlord. They are more helpful to the situation, and my Help only has my experience, but I prefer to end it all by myself. We have wasted too much time and sacrificed too much on this matter. King Terenas, Uther, Kurtaz, Dathrohan, and the soldiers who died because of it... it's time to end it all."

In the gaze of everyone, Old Fording walked to the table, his face was no longer young, only those eyes were still shining, his palm touched the beating handle of Shadowmourne's axe, and his belt With a tired voice,

"I have lost too much because of this **** war, and you know... I'm very old..."