Azeroth Trail of Light

Dick took his gaze back from Liadrin, who was leaving with the empty bowl. The so-called depression is actually just a pastime. A follower of strength like Sylvanas is left to him at this stage. No one else said, is Dick sure that he can convince Queen Hee obediently and obey orders?

Yes, Liadrin is nominally Dick’s follower, but Dick can’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do, and in a sense, this follower system actually also removes Li. Adeline was rescued from the moment of death, coupled with the previous friendship between the two people, and Liadline, who understood everything, shut herself in the house for 5 days before calmly accepting her new identity.

This is not a game. This is the real world. Relying on a name, you want to deprive a hero with a normal mind and an unlimited future from the will. Are you kidding me?

But what makes Dick most curious is that Liadrin was a high-ranking priest before she fell into a coma, but after she was sober, she possessed the perfect rare elite combat power of the Paladin. Regarding this matter, Dick and Li Adelin herself said that she couldn't understand it.

Especially when Liadrin looked dumbfounded and skillfully wielded the epee enveloping the Holy Light, and easily repelled the siege of the four apprentice paladins, her own expression was like this: 0_0!!!

Of course, Dick wouldn’t have any objections to this matter. He knew the original history that only the profession of the Paladin could radiate Liadrin’s full glory, and Dick gave her the most perfect starting point. Now, even Dick can't guess where this beautiful girl can go in the future.

As soon as Liadrin left, the eldest lady wearing the blue wizard hat came in with the corner of the gorgeous skirt. She looked around, and after making sure that there was no one, she quietly approached the thoughtful Dick. , Before he had reacted, threw his body into Dick's arms.

"What are you thinking? Little villain."

Jaina used two white jade-like arms around Dick’s neck, her eyes wide open, and she looked at her little boyfriend curiously, while Dick shrugged, pretending to be contemplative, and reached out to embrace the eldest lady.的slender waist.

"Well, I want to let you go back to Dalaran, and I have to think about how to deal with Master Antonidas' inquiries. After all, I stole his most proud disciple."

"Hahaha."

The eldest put her head on Dick’s chest and laughed cheerfully.

"You should really think about it. I heard that because of the "Ebony Chill" incident, the instructor has caused the entire Dalaran to jump around. Speaking of, where did you meet Master Dior? Yes? It is said that after he was self-exiled more than ten years ago, no one saw him again."

Dick hooked Missy’s nose with his finger, and was about to answer, when he heard Herod’s loud voice anxiously yelling outside the door,

"Head! The Grand Knight Alessandro is back, please go and persuade him, he wants to take Dalyan away!"

Hearing this, Dick and Jaina looked at each other, and reached out and took an ordinary cane. Now, his whole body's power is sealed, and he is in the transformation of the power of the lord, even better than ordinary people. Much weaker.

On the other side, on the training ground of the Stratholme battle group, Alessandro with a bizarre giant sword hugged by a sword cloth on his back was staring at his little son with a full face of anger. Dalyan was standing not far away, staring at his father with a flushed face, with a blood-colored palm print on his delicate face.

It can be seen that the exchange between the father and son just now was not smooth.

And the entourage knights brought by Alessandro are surrounding the father and son with a nervous look. Because of the angry actions of the grand knight Alessandro, now more than a dozen of them are being driven by the news. The knights of the whole battle group that came were surrounded, and not far away, more people who heard the news rushed over.

Dalia did not conceal his origin, but after Dick went to Quel'Thalas, he rushed all the way from the Holy Light Monastery to Stratholme. During these three months, he and almost everything People have become friends.

This is normal. Although the tutoring is very strict, the old Mograine has indeed poured great energy into Dalyan and cultivated him into a fighter with a firm heart, and this kind of person would be liked by everyone.

Just when the atmosphere on the scene reached its limit, a cry of obvious lack of breath sounded in the training ground.

"What are you doing! Get me back to where you should be!"

The Paladins who were in the same hatred heard this voice and subconsciously gave way. Dick, who was leaning on a cane, walked into the encirclement step by step, accompanied by Herod and Jaina.

His body looked very bad, his face was sickly pale, and a gust of wind seemed to knock him down, but no one dared to despise Dick. Even Alessandro was seeing Dick. After appearing, he took a deep breath and restrained his anger.

The great things that Dick did in Quel'Thalas have spread throughout the northern frontier. Those surviving proud elves, when mentioning Dick, will use the "fire of justice" to respect him, except for those 3,000 years ago. Apart from Arathor the Great, Dick should be the second hero in the entire history of mankind to enjoy this kind of honor.

In the current battle sequence of the Silver Hand, the knights who came from the Stratholme battle group will also be taken a high look. Although their origins are very humble, but in the real fighting power of life and death, origin has never been a problem, only the real Only brave warriors can win the respect of everyone.

And Dick, who forged this civilian paladin team with one hand, also naturally won everyone's approval.

Dick glanced at the palm prints on Dalyan’s face, his eyes darkened a bit. He ignored Grand Knight Alessandro, but turned and shouted to the Paladins who were looking at him.

"Go where you should go, my brothers, the undead are wreaking havoc on our country. We should not use our precious power on internal consumption. Trust me, this matter will be solved perfectly!"

Dick’s words are like a key. The moment they fell, they relieved everyone’s worries and dissatisfaction. Under Dick’s order, they quickly dispersed. In just a few minutes, on the training ground, there was only Only the entourage brought by Dick and Alessandro remained.

This kind of control over the army made Alessandro, who was watching all this silently, jumped out of his eyes.

Dick looked at the great knight, and to be precise, his gaze fell on the epee behind Alessandro. Although the power of the holy light was sealed, he could still feel something from that sword. The fierceness, that is the same origin as the fire of justice, but is more offensive.

"The Ashbringer?"

Dick asked in a low voice.

Alessandro nodded, he glanced at the stubborn Dalyan and sighed.

"Find a quiet place, I have important things to ask you."

Dick raised his brow, then nodded.

"Dalyan, Herod, come with you too!"

Ten minutes later, Dick and Alessandro were sitting on the chairs in the battle group headquarters, Jaina was sitting on the other side, and the Herod gang were all on one side. They were not qualified for this level of meeting Seated.

The old Mograine frowned and looked at Dick. After ten seconds, he asked suspiciously.

"Your body...what's the matter? I can feel a strength being bred in it, but your abnormal weakness...is it injured?"

"It's not an injury, but a process of adaptation."

Dick put a rough cup of tea in front of the old knight. After all, this is a battle group, so don't expect how fine the materials can be. And Dick didn't want to talk too much about this issue. As soon as he changed his conversation, he turned the topic to the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"I probably still need a week, but after I came back, I heard that you invited Old Fording back. Is he in good condition now?"

Dick is indeed very interested in this news. The famous Tirion Fording, no matter where he is placed, is a legend that must not be ignored, but now he has not got the opportunity to restore his strength, he can become a future Is that legendary paladin?

"Fording's physical condition is still healthy, but he has lost the power of the Holy Light. In addition, the two years of displacement have made him mentally exhausted. Frontal combat is definitely not good, but Fording's experience is a knight. The regiment needs it."

The old Mograine said the scenes, the meaning is actually very simple, the old Fording is now a useless person who can only sit in the office.

The atmosphere of the conversation became a bit awkward, but Dick didn't care. He and Mograine were both real people. The atmosphere of the conversation was just a foil for them.

The guy nodded. The result was what he expected, but because the current war in West Dalungmir is not a tragic battle, there are very few topics that can be discussed between the two, so after a few words of familiarity , He decisively turned the topic to the old Mograine.

"Grand Knight, I feel... you seem to have some trouble. I guess it's about the Grand Knight Uther, right?"

Facing Dick's question, the old Mograine nodded silently, placing his left hand on the table, sometimes closing and sometimes letting go. It could be seen that the battle-fighting knight was very anxious now.

"Uther... he successfully resisted the poison of Frostmourne, but... now his situation may be worse in my opinion."

The great knight looked at Dick with a look mixed with disgust and gratitude. The expression on the face of this young man who was 20 years younger than them was very indifferent, which made old Mograine an impulse, wanting Hit the instigator with one punch.

But the strong willpower prevented the old Mograine's random thoughts, he took a deep breath and said the situation facing him now.

"After Miss Jaina returned to Dalaran ahead of schedule, Uther and I stayed in Karazhan. I spent 3 days trying to kill a group of tomb thieves who had been eroded by dark forces, and then found the magic sword. You can’t imagine the terrible thing about that magic sword. The worst part is that Uther seems to be controlled by it. He is completely like another person."

The voice of the old knight became stunned. This unpleasant story also attracted the ideas of everyone present. Herod and the others only knew that the Uther Grand Knight was sent to the Southern Kingdom, but they did not expect that there was something in it. So many twists and turns.

"He... Uther is inseparable from the sword now, it seems to have become a part of his body, and as far as I observe, all the good qualities have slipped away from Uther, and now, he is like a hybrid Cruel, tyrannical, evil, ghastly, cunning, and vicious as an evil person, you cannot imagine that when facing Uther, I will even have the urge to purify him!"

Old Mograine closed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about his friend's change. He opened his eyes, and the anger in his heart could no longer be tolerated. He stared at Dick, whose face was solemn.

"That magic sword saved him, but it also destroyed him. I feel that we... Dick, you and I, created a monster with our own hands! A monster more terrifying than Arthas!"