Azeroth Trail of Light

Tirion Fording.

This is the name of a veteran who was born in the strongest and most prosperous era in Lordaeron.

However, when he became an adult, he encountered the first wave of life. It was also the wave of Lordaeron. The orcs surging from the south broke the tranquility of the kingdom. At the most critical moment, the entire kingdom fell. Risk, that is the last line of defense in the turbulent human world.

Once Lordaeron fell, it would almost mean the fall of the entire Eastern Continent.

At that time, the whole country was fighting back, and Fording was one of them, but unlike others, under the auspices of his mentor, the greatest priest Alonthos Faor, he became the first One of the five paladins of a generation.

Later, after the war ended, the human camp finally won the victory after several years of arduous counterattack. Fording, as a commander, obtained an enviable title and prestige. Like his brother, he thought that it would be the success of his life. The peaceful beginning of the down.

Fording lost a lot in that war. His best brother, General Turalyon, also one of the first paladins, rushed into the Dark Portal with his army for the survival of Azeroth. , Closed it from the other side, and exiled himself to another barren world forever.

But compared to other first-generation paladins, Old Fording's life experience is obviously more bumpy.

Encountered betrayal and misunderstanding, he still adhered to his own will, and was eventually abolished the power of the Holy Light. Although he was blessed by the Holy Light later, it was obviously a stain on Old Fording's life.

During the period when he was exiled by Lordaeron, all records about Old Fording were erased, which also resulted in his reputation not being as strong as other Paladins, but those who knew him knew that Old Fording Like everyone else, he is a true hero.

Heroes always do things different from ordinary people, and can do things that ordinary people can't.

For example, now, when everyone else hesitated, Old Fording stood up. When he held the handle of the battle axe in his left hand, everyone was sincerely praying for him, regardless of the camp, whether it was before or not. Have been in contact, but no one will deny that the old Fording at this moment truly deserves the title of hero.

Not everyone will give up their future for the benefit of others.

Not everyone will bet on everything they own for a vague idea of ​​peace.

"Well…"

The moment Old Fording grasped Shadowmourne, this wild and greedy battle axe launched a counterattack, not only at the soul level, but also a substantial counterattack. The black power rushed into his body along his left hand. That was the combined power of the three top powers of Illidan, Senegos and Uther. Almost instantly, it took up half of Old Fording’s body. He fell on the chair, golden light. With the black mist using his body as the battlefield, they fought and fought frantically.

The old knight let out a painful cry, and a smear of blood poured out from the corner of his mouth, but everyone else had seen strong winds and waves, and did not panic because of this, and did not try to help him recklessly. At this time, any external force injection, Both will be attacked by the energy of Old Fording's Holy Light and Shadowmourne at the same time.

What's more serious is that it will destroy the balance that is being formed, and in the worst case, it may harm the life of the old knight.

"Hold on! Fording!"

Mograine stood aside, his fists clenched. As an old comrade who had fought together for decades, he knew Fording’s mood at this time better than anyone, and Dick quickly walked to the old knight’s side. Now I can’t forget that when Naxxramas rescued Uther, when everyone was under siege and there was no hope in sight, Old Fording and Mograine blasted the wall and rescued with a ray of light. The sight of everyone.

This is a respectable predecessor, not to mention that during the time in the game, Old Fording was his "old acquaintance".

"If something happens to you, Taelan will kill me, so... stick with it, Fording!"

Dick looked into Old Fording’s eyes and whispered, “That’s just a weapon. The weapon will always be honored by the person who wields the weapon! Tell me, Fording, tell me you won’t be the second Al Seth, you won't be as weak as him and be controlled by a weapon. I have always believed in this. Hold on!"

"If you die, I will lose a good opponent."

Saurfang also cheered up the old knight in his own way, "I also want this battle axe very much, but it was preempted by you, so I will use the result to prove that you are stronger than me... Don't let those who are still looking forward to it be disappointed. !"

Old Fording, who was convulsing his whole body, obviously heard the voices of everyone, his eyes kept spinning, staying on everyone's body, and finally closed his eyes tightly.

He is telling others in this way that he hasn't lost yet!

With these blessings, he will face this opponent mentally, and then turn it into his sharpest blade.

"I will tear you apart, I will strangle you, I will kill you! Get out of here!"

The voice screamed and collided in his heart, like a full-fledged villain, arbitrarily trying to tear Fording's will to pieces, but the spirit of the old knight was as strong as steel, and he seemed to see that in a trance. The black figure can't see its body, only a touch of light and shadow.

Darkness, indifference, cruelty, viciousness, and greed.

This is completely incompatible with Old Fording’s character. Before getting close, Old Fording felt the cold and evil pervading his soul, as well as a strong smell of blood. This represents the three powers of this guy, and it is the same as the old one. Fording's power is out of tune.

It's exactly like the existence of two worlds.

"You can't kill me! You can't tear me apart! And this is my conscious world, why are you letting me go away! You bastard!"

The old knight clenched his fists and rushed towards the dark figure. Although in the spiritual world, he couldn't hurt that guy, but the aura weakened everything around him, and then he felt the voice. Suddenly fell silent.

"Can you hear me?...It's strange, then who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am!"

Old Fording loosened his fist, he looked at the dark body that was quiet in front of him, "I want you to obey me!"

"No! I refuse!"

The voice decisively refused, "Your power can't accommodate my existence at all, it's much worse than the first guy I contacted, I want to find the user who suits me best, you...no!"

Old Fording bared his teeth, but as a veteran, he did not give up, but quickly said,

"Then you don't want to leave here! I will trap you forever, you know, I have this ability!"

"..."

The voice was silent, and after a while, he seemed to make some concessions.

"Your thinking is very strange! I have said that I am not suitable for you, your power is... well, it is salvation, and I represent death, understand? Forced fusion can only make you feel more pain, I It's an axe, I won't be in pain, is your brain broken?"

Old Fording grinned, he saw the hope of victory, which was simpler than he thought. After all, the soul of Shadowmourne was just born, and the way of thinking is still very simple, so Fording pondered for a moment and said,

"All weapons mean death."

"And I waved death to save. See, this is not a conflict. As for pain, it doesn't matter."

The old knight stretched out his hand.

"So before you find a more suitable person, obey me. I need to use your power in exchange for the end of the war. That is really bad business, and there is nothing worse than it."

After a few seconds of silence, Old Fording felt a gloomy energy slowly entangled in his hand, and the sound of that became quiet, but suppressed a trace of death restlessness.

"...What you said, I don't understand... but it seems to make sense, okay, let's do it... My name is Shadowsorrow, how about you?"

"My name is Fording, Tirion Fording!"

"boom!"

The next moment, cold, evil, and **** energy exploded around Old Fording's body. The darkness that entangled Fording's small half of his body faded at this moment, mixed with holy light, and abruptly forced the surroundings. The person squeezed a few inches away.

And the last time the golden and black rays collided around Old Fording’s body, the fog brought up completely submerged the body of the old knight sitting on the chair. A few seconds later, the smoke also dissipated, a tall one. 'S figure came out of the smoke, his armor was tattered, his pale hair was windless, and the battle axe he held in his hand... ice blue, full of death and dark energy On the blade, there is also a weird touch of golden edge.

The completely opposed energies reached a strange balance at this moment, and they were combined.

"you succeeded?"

Mograine looked at Old Fording in front of him with a touch of surprise. The latter shrugged, turned the calmed battle axe back behind him, and showed his left hand to everyone.

"No...not completely successful, but barely enough."

The Paladin’s left hand has become a weird look mixed with golden and black gleams. The light and shadow cover the Paladin’s palm like flowing water. At a certain moment, he will even appear a trace of “transparency”, visible bones. It’s transparent, and almost every moment, there are two kinds of energies opposing spots of light spilled, like ground flesh and blood.

Constantly regenerating, constantly being destroyed.

This is the "pain" that Shadowmourne said. As long as Old Fording keeps holding this weapon, this kind of confrontation between death and holy light will always exist, just as the weapon told him, this will be the ultimate pain. .

"Congratulations, man!"

Saurfang also breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Old Fording and gave him a thumbs up, "You are a real tough guy. You have done things that no one else can do."

"Um...looks pretty good."

Dick glanced at the palm of the old Fortin's light, nodded, "Then let us go to the next stage... Shadowmourne's soul is still very weak, let it fight Frostmourne now, Obviously it's not realistic, so we have to "cook" a real meal to make it stronger!"

The Paladin spreads out his hands and moves his wrists,

"You will like this process, I gave it a good name."

"Thousand Soul Banquet!"