Azeroth Trail of Light

In the tightly guarded headquarters, the atmosphere has entered a stagnation. Herod, Dalyan, and Jaina, after listening to the creepy description of the old Mograine, fell into a kind of self-contradiction. In surprise.

Once known as the "Incarnation of the Holy Light", the great knight who was given the surname "The Lightbringer", the symbol of the Knights of the Silver Hand, that after the demise of Lordaeron, almost supported the entire broken country. The hero, just so depraved?

Moreover, eradicating the description of the Great Knight of Mograine, Uther-sama, is likely to become a darker monster more terrifying than Arthas?

The Holy Light is on! This is definitely news that can break people's three views.

Everyone was shocked. Jaina even grasped Dick’s palm in panic, feeling the sweat in the palms of Missy’s hands. Dick squinted his eyes and placed the other hand on Missy’s hand. , He looked at the old Mograine and seemed to be organizing the language. After ten seconds, he said,

"Great knight, you already have the Ashbringer. I believe you have seen my fire of justice. If you have a chance, you can also meet the Sun King of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas-Sunday You are a well-informed person with the flame strike in the hands of the master. I want to ask, what do you feel about these unique weapons?"

Dick’s question is somewhat abrupt. In fact, this is completely irrelevant to the topic they were talking about before, but the old Mograine keenly understood another meaning from Dick’s words, and his somewhat gray eyebrows shrugged. Shing, after thinking for a few minutes, the great knight said uncertainly,

"In fact, when I took the Ashbringer from His Majesty Magni, this sword gave me a unique sense of familiarity."

As he said, the great knight put the heavy sword behind him on the table, and when he pulled away the sword wrapped on it, an overbearing breath of holy light swept across the hall in an instant.

That is beyond the warmth of ordinary holy light. Even Herod, who is also a Paladin, felt a trace of burning skin from this light. The warriors of the Stratholme battle group looked at the heavy weight on the table. Sword, an incredible light gleamed in his eyes.

It is a silver-white epee, which is different from the general double-sided epee. This sword is more similar to the machete used by the orcs back then, and it is the most destructive straight-edged sword. The magic pattern composed of little rays of light floated back and forth, adding a sense of mystery to this murder weapon.

Behind the straight line of the blade, in an arc-shaped depression, the crystal, the crystal that Mograine called the "Cinderbringer", is floating in it, and its surface is covered with superb skills. The dwarf king, engraved with the palm mark of the Knights of the Silver Hand, behind the sword is a weird "L"-shaped heavy hilt, red and yellow, and finally a Mograine family crest printed on it. Red counterweight.

This sword is completely different from the fire of justice. It was born to punish evil. Behind it, all darkness will be reduced to ashes.

While everyone admired this highly offensive artifact, the grand knight Alessandro's narration continued. He stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the Ashbringer, with a trace of nostalgia in his tone.

"When I first grasped the hilt of this sword, I had a sense of familiarity. Although the nature of the power is different, I feel that the power contained in this sword and your warhammer should be The unanimous are all interpretations of the different concepts of the Holy Light."

Having said that, the old knight stopped, glanced at Dick, and continued,

"If I am not wrong, this Ashbringer is the offensiveness of the Holy Light, which is the embodiment of the power of punishment, and although your fire of justice is also used in warfare, I can feel that it is redemption. Power, even though you are not proficient in the healing spells of the Holy Light."

Speaking of this, the old Mograine had a trace of enlightenment in his heart, looking at Dick’s smiling expression, a flash of thinking flashed in his mind, and he shouted in surprise,

"That magic sword! That magic sword and Frostmourne, I understand...no wonder, no wonder you said that only that sword can save Uther... so that's it..."

"Ok?"

Old Mograine had an expression that all the secrets were clear, which made the three surrounding people who eat melons very dissatisfied. Jaina turned her questioning gaze to Dick. The latter looked at her, greatly. Fang Fang opened his mouth and revealed a bright smile, squinting his eyes to tell the answer to the mystery.

"The Great Knight is right. The Fire of Justice and the Ember Messenger represent the two interpretations of the Holy Light. They are the manifestations of different attributes between the same power. This has risen to the level of understanding of power. Anna, see you too After the flame strike in Kael'thas's hand, what I want to tell you is that it is also one of the many artifacts hidden in Azeroth. It is an interpretation of the power of flame in the mystery of magic."

Dick stretched out his hand, touched Jaina's hair, and said to the expectant lady,

"And the "Cold of Ebony" you are about to pursue, the interpretation of the power of ice, believe me, that is the most suitable weapon for you!"

"The Great Knight Uther found his relief. The long sword, the apocalypse, it, and Frostmourne are interpretations of the two states of death. According to what I learned from the prophet Medivh, Frostmourne tends to manipulate death, while Apocalypse and Apocalypse do not have the ability to control the undead, but it is a manifestation of the aggressiveness towards death. Great knight, if I am not mistaken, when approaching Uther, you too Can hear that whisper, right?"

Old Mograine nodded, he seemed to be in the memory again, and his tone became stunned.

"That was when Uther and I set off to return to Ironforge. That night, I tried to persuade Uther to put down the sword again, but when I tried to take the magic sword from his hand, the voice was so gloomy. Yes, a corrosive voice sounded in my mind, it was bewitching me, bewitching me to attack Uther, bewitching me to take it away from Uther, at that moment, I felt like I was in hell...Holy light, I can’t Believe that Uther faces that voice all day, it is a hell-like experience!"

The great knight said with a sad expression on his face, and then turned his suspicious gaze on Dick.

"Also, I am very curious, where did you get this secret knowledge?"

"Great knight, I heard that when the black-robed prophet warned King Terenas that day, you were there. Before you set off, I also told you that it was a dead star realm that was resurrected in a spirit state. Mage Medivh, in fact, I had the privilege to study with him for a short time."

Dick picked up the cold teacup and drank the tea to conceal the flash of tension on his face. He pursed his mouth and said to the great knight,

"Great knight, you don't actually have to worry about Mr. Uther becoming a monster like Arthas. During the period when I was studying with the Prophet, I learned about the apocalypse, the demon that Mr. Uther was holding in his hand. The secret of the sword is a real magic sword. It has been bewitching the sword holder’s will and making him obey, but when the sword holder truly obeys, his soul will be swallowed by the magic sword."

Looking at the big knight who jumped up in surprise, Dick stretched out his hand, interrupted him, and motioned for him to finish listening.

"As for Mr. Uther's will, I believe that you who have fought side by side with him for more than ten years know best. He is not so easy to be defeated. As long as he does not yield, the magic sword cannot control him, and he is fighting with the magic sword. In the bewitching confrontation of the sword, Mr. Uther’s will will only become firmer and firmer. Please believe me, he will eventually restore all his sanity and completely get rid of the influence of death on him. At that time, Uther you are familiar with Will be back."

Dick glanced at the worried Mograine, and added a word to his heart, which was the one he didn't say.

"Even if Uther fails, his soul will be swallowed by the apocalypse, and he will never become the next Arthas."

After Dick's words were finished, the dull atmosphere in the room became a little more relaxed. Even Mograine, who had been very stressed, finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Dick's account of the secret of the artifact. When Miss Jaina heard the mystery of these artifacts, she also began to have a fascination about "The Cold of Ebony" in her heart.

But the other young guy was aroused by Dick's words.

Dalyan, this lucky guy finally couldn't help standing up after thinking for a few minutes. He glanced at his father, gently placed the blade of anger behind him on the table, and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Dick...then the "old man" I use now, is it also?"

Dalyan hadn’t finished speaking, he approached the Wrath Blade of the Ashbringer, and shook abruptly. This time it’s not the kind of little jokes he had before. Dalyan could feel the sword come alive in an instant. Its buzz is provocative!

Also one of the offensive artifacts, the Blade of Wrath, or Scamdor, felt the sharp and domineering breath from the Ashbringer next to him. This breath was regarded as a challenge by it. It was a wild weapon. Unbearable, at the moment it shook, the tragic iron blood, madness and desperate will to kill, the temperament that only existed in the bravest warriors, filled the entire room.

This momentum awakened the contemplative old Mograine, his gaze fell on Dalyan, who held the blade of anger in both hands and tried to suppress the provocative action of the "old man" with his whole body strength for the first time.

At this moment, the younger son’s sudden change, the reason why he chose the rude warrior way, blew up in the old Mograine’s heart. With his knowledge, coupled with the secret of the "artifact" that Dick just said, he How could I not know that this weapon that has been carried by the youngest son is actually a magical weapon!

No wonder…

At this moment, the old knight's previous anger at Dalyan's choice and the ardent hope that Dalyan would inherit the way of the paladin all disappeared.

How could he fail to see Dick’s importance to Dalyan, and even handed over to Dalyan a treasure that could cause war, and as a user of the Ashbringer himself, he could faintly feel this. The proud artifact has its own soul. If he continues to force Dalyan to follow the path of the Paladin, it will undoubtedly make this artifact choose to abandon Dalyan.

Under the balance of the two phases, the old Mograine quietly put away the Ashbringer and wrapped it with enchanted rune cloth. Unlike Dalyan, who has not been able to control the artifact, the old Mograine's strength is early. Already at the top of Azeroth, based on his understanding of the Holy Light, to control a handful of Ashbringer, for him, it is as simple as eating and drinking water.

"Dalyan, my son... Practice hard in Stratholme! Don't lose the face of the Mograine family!"

Before leaving the command post, the great knight said to his son, who had his head down, and then decisively turned and left.

"father!"

Dalyan did not expect that his father, who had always been rigid and demanding, would actually support his rebellious actions, but after all, he was only a 19-year-old child. He had no idea how old Mograine was thinking. At this time, he was just simple. Moved by the father's love.

The purpose of the great knight's visit this time has been achieved. After confirming that his friend Uther's future path is still safe, he will rush back to West Dallonemir as soon as possible. With the Ashbringer in his hand, he will defeat the Scourge. It is no longer something that cannot be done!

But Dick was still sitting on the spot, holding a stack of the latest battle reports left by the old Mograine in his hand. After seeing the intelligence that "the undead army in Tirisfal is suspected to be assembled", Dick raised his brows. One pick, he knew that Dalaran... was being targeted.

But just after everyone left, Miss Jaina's eyes rolled, and she suddenly pulled Dick’s hand gently and leaned her head on Dick’s shoulder. This action made Dick very warm. But the next sentence of the eldest lady turned Dick's face into a bitter gourd.

"Little villain! I want you to do me a favor."

"what?"

"The tutor wrote to me this morning and asked me to submit an academic paper as a graduation assessment. I originally planned to write some theories about ice magic, but now, I found that the things you just said are very interesting. Hey."

"...Anna, my baby, I really want to help you, but you have to know, these taboo knowledge shouldn't..."

"~Help others~ OK~ Be good~"

"Okay...okay..."

"~Really good~mua~"