Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 211 30. Visiting the Temple

Anslem Luinvivor, Archmage of Dalaran, legendary spellcaster, member of the Council of Six.

When Antonidas took Dalaran's spellcasters to the front line to support Marshal Lothar's war, the archmage was entrusted with a heavy responsibility to stay in Dalaran.

He has won the trust of Antonidas, and he has enough power to defend the city of Dalaran.

But this guy doesn't have a good reputation.

Everyone who has seen him will complain about his rigidity, dullness, and inhumanity, but one thing to say, based on the information that Laike knows, this archmage can really be regarded as a hero of Dalaran.

In another timeline, after Dalaran was destroyed, Antonidas died in battle, and everyone else ran away, but he stayed.

In the midst of difficulties, he presided over the reconstruction of Dalaran.

Without him, the city-state of Dalaran would have completely disappeared 24 years after the Dark Portal, and there would never be any subsequent legends.

This is a difficult guy, a ruthless character who doesn't get into anything.

It was precisely because the pirate knew him well enough that he knew from the moment they met that it would be difficult for him and the archmage to be friends.

Instead of trying to please, it's better to get paid and settle down.

Besides, if all goes well, the pirates will become the most wanted in Dalaran after a while.

So why bother yourself?

"hum"

In the streamer's shattered teleportation, Bo Laike came to the dome balcony at the top of Violet Castle.

This is a small room, but from here you can overlook the night view of the entire Dalaran. If the eyesight is better, you can still see Lordaeron Lake in the distance, and even the city of Lordaeron on the other side of the great lake.

There are lights dotted there, a night scene in the world.

"I very much suspect that you are deliberately targeting me. Who can you send? Do you have to send that bastard Anslem to pick me up?"

Bu Laike turned around and looked at Meri Winterwind who was sitting on a chair on the balcony, leaning on the Staff of the Guardian. He said:

"Is this trying to give me a blow?

Are you warning me to obey the order of the spellcasters in Dalaran?

Or, old friend, while adapting to the power of the Lich, your heart has slipped to the dark side, and you intend to bury your best friend in this city?

God, Merry! You are so evil that even a pirate like me would feel the creeps. "

Bu Laike made an exaggerated and artificial voice, and asked a cheap question.

"Why do you always like to think too much? Laike, this is not a good habit. You are so suspicious, you will push everyone around you away from you."

The old mage closed his eyes and whispered:

"I asked Ansrem to go there because Dalaran's defenses are now empty, and now in this city, he is the only one who can firmly suppress you.

You have some kind of malice against the city.

This can be seen from the fact that you deliberately left clues to the Faithless Snake in Wharton.

I can probably guess what you're trying to do, but I'm not in the mood to get involved, this is between you and the Kirin Tor, I'm going to focus on the real threat now. "

"Tch, it's boring."

Bu Laike showed a boring smile, he raised the suitcase in his hand, and said to Meri Dongfeng:

"Then get down to business. We're going to see the Pope. Did you tell him the story?"

"Well, a letter was sent."

The Lich stood up, combed his robes, and said:

"Faw is very concerned about the darkness. He has come to Lordaeron from Stratholme, and he is in the city on the other side of Lake Lordaeron at this time.

Perhaps he sensed some crisis from the Holy Light.

He was very urgent. "

"Your Majesty, of course, must be urgent. The signs of darkness eroding the Church of the Holy Light have already appeared."

The pirate showed a mysterious smile, and he said:

"He just lacks a clue to discover that kind of hidden danger, and your letter completes the last clue for him.

Don't doubt the wisdom of that old man. If he had chosen to become a mage instead of a priest, there would be no such thing as Antonidas in Dalaran now. "

"Why do you hate Antonidas so much?"

Old Merry glanced at him and said:

"Did he do anything to hurt you or your family?"

"currently there is not."

The pirate shrugged and said:

"It won't be so in the future, let's say I hand over little Jaina to you, if you teach her to be a middle school girl with a sense of justice, old Meili, believe me.

I will break every bone in you. "

"I'm sure you could do it with some pretty nefarious plotting, but I doubt you'll have that chance."

Old Merry was not in the mood to quarrel with the pirates, so he took out a letter from his bosom, handed it to Bu Laike, and said:

"This is all the news about Finna Golden Sword. Unfortunately, that girl is not in Dalaran now. What the orcs did in Quel'Thalas made many elves very angry.

Miss Fenner was one of those angry ones.

She has now joined Quel'Thalas' expedition to fight in the Burning Steppes. "

"Well, that's a pity."

The pirate put away the letter and asked again:

"Where is my golden sword Aunt? Is Dai Lin's old lover still alive?"

"You should call him father."

The old master corrected Bu Laike's address very rigorously, and then said:

"According to my information, Ms. Jin Jian has lived in Silvermoon City these years, and it is said that she is a senior member of the Silvermoon Council, although she lives in seclusion.

But her network is pretty amazing. "

"Ha, this matter also involves the dispute between the high elves' royalist party and the parliament? The woman Dai Lin likes is really extraordinary. I am really getting more and more troublesome about my family tree."

A headache appeared on the pirate's face.

The old mage admired Laike's troubles, which seemed to put the increasingly apathetic mage in good spirits. Without waiting for the pirate to say more, he took a step forward with the staff of the guardian, and waved to open a portal leading to Lordaeron.

After becoming a lich, Old Meili's manipulation of magic power has improved to a higher level, and he can cast spells with ease, as if all the rules that restrict spellcasters are no longer valid for him.

This is the power of the legendary class.

Visualize the power of the six major systems, and open the shackles leading to a higher level of power.

This is the beginning of greatness and immortality, and the end of most professionals.

As for the mythical profession

Stop making trouble, how can ordinary people pursue such a rare thing?

It took nearly three thousand years for human civilization to evolve, relying on the stacking power of mages from generation to generation to forcibly create the only mythical profession, the Guardian of Tirisfal.

From this, it can be seen that the power of this demigod is elusive and hard to find.

To pursue this kind of strength does not rely on perseverance, persistence, or courage. This is luck!

It's about fate.

Just look at Medivh.

Casting a good tire is better than anything else.

"hum"

Bu Laike stepped into the portal, and after being slightly dizzy, a sharp long sword resting on his neck came oncoming, shining with the gentle power of the holy light.

It looks very gentle.

But as long as the blade cuts off, this tenderness will immediately turn into the indifference of death.

"Remove camouflage."

The tall, hooded knight in front of him squeezed out a cold sentence from the Y-shaped crack in his helmet.

Bo Laike looked over his figure, looking back.

His Majesty Alonsus Faol, whom he had met once in the city of Lordaeron, was also wearing a hood and dressed like a mysterious man, praying in front of the emblem of the Holy Light in this secret stronghold.

Obviously, this is a secret audience.

"Meet you again, Grand Knight Dathrohan."

Bu Laike said hello very gently, and removed the deceitful orb camouflage effect on himself.

Seeing him wearing a pirate windbreaker, a black pirate hat, and a blindfold, the knight in front of him immediately showed a strange anger.

He was suppressed again.

The indifference in the great knight's eyes became even worse when he saw the three skulls strung together by iron chains hanging from the pirate's chest, and he also picked up the even more evil skull jug.

"Why do you want to"

he asked.

Obviously, he has recognized the real identity of Bu Laike from the familiar face in front of him.

And as the great knight who fought alongside Dailin in the orc war, Saidan Dathrohan, who was as firm as steel, also expressed doubts from the bottom of his heart about Bu Laike's life choice.

"Don't ask, it's just out of interest."

The pirate showed him a perfect and impeccable smile, lifted the suitcase in his hand, handed it to the great knight with the sword, and said:

"As a Templar Assassin, this is my sincere tribute to the Holy Light. Just like my promise before the Holy Light, I walk in the dark and serve the light.

So don't look at me with that disgust, Grand Knight.

As far as actions are concerned, you who are loyal to your faith are no different from me who you despise. "

This slightly transgressive words made Dathrohan take another look at the young pirate.

Without saying a word, he picked up the suitcase, opened it for a look, and presented it to the Pope after confirming that it was not in danger.

But Alonsos Faol was crowned, but he didn't look back immediately.

Even if he has already sensed the strange magic fluctuations coming from the box.

Like a most sincere believer, he completed today's prayer in a standard and quiet manner with the rosary spinning in his hand.

It seemed that before the prayer was finished, nothing that happened around him would affect his dialogue with the faith in his heart.

The pirates didn't bother with the process.

The lich beside him also did not disturb the process.

A few minutes later, the Pope finished his prayer. He picked up a priest's staff from his hand, propped himself up, and turned his head with a gentle and warm smile.

He stretched out his hand and touched the dark red, crystallized eyeball like a crystal glass ball placed in the box in front of him.

"I feel terrible evil from it. Even though this darkest soul has dissipated in the world, it still makes me terrified."

His Majesty Faol said in his characteristic compassionate tone:

"May the Holy Light bless his dark soul and be redeemed in another world."

"Gul'dan will have no redemption to speak of, Your Grace."

Bu Laike said softly:

"The god of death of the alien race will not give him a merciful execution before draining his last ounce of mental energy. Just like when that moment comes, everyone has to choose a farewell road for the sins they have committed in their lives.

If this tribute satisfies the Holy Light, then I boldly ask you to pray a little more for my soul in your daily prayers in the future.

to help me through every bad day of the unbelievers. "

"Little Drake, we talked about doctrine last time."

Faol looked up, glanced at Bo Laike, and said:

"The Holy Light will not force you, you can choose whether you believe it or not. But in front of two sincere believers, you should not say these blasphemous words.

And if I'm not confused, I should have told you last time that the Holy Light does not require you to offer any tribute to it in its name.

Just like the church and me, there is no need for a real 'Temple Assassin'. "

"Your Majesty, I choose to serve the Holy Light, and this is also my freedom."

The pirate shrugged and said:

"Last time I told you that I want to become a Templar Assassin, I wasn't asking for your permission, I was just telling you my decision. As for whether the church needs my existence.

You'll soon realize that fearless righteous people are willing to give everything for their beliefs, but there's still a lot they can't do.

Especially when we are about to set off to pursue the dark secrets that have existed since ancient times.

When we are really standing on the other side of the Holy Light, when the absolute opposite of the Holy Light and righteousness is revealed in the shadows, you will know that you need my existence.

Just like behind the light, there is always a shadow.

You will willingly give me the title of 'Temple Assassin'.

You will willingly provide me with all the help when I need it, not because your belief is not strong enough, but because of the things I can do. The light can't!

I, firmly believe in this. "

The pirate said this in a calm tone, as if speaking some truth.

He looked at the old man who fell silent in front of him, and said:

"Don't waste your time, Your Majesty.

With such high profile even for a man of your stature, we need to complete this expedition before the all-pervasive Ravenholdt discovers your whereabouts.

May your faith be strong enough to accept the darkness behind history. "

(end of this chapter)