Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 762 93. The Day of the Confidential Covenant——Adding Updates for Qingyu Brothers [315]

Saidan Dathrohan silently looked at the dead body in the unsheathed holy light in front of him.

The great knight holding the hammer of the Silver Hand fell into a strong sense of déjà vu for a moment.

More than a year ago, he seemed to cooperate with the pirates in the same way, purifying a batch of disturbing dark things underground in the Tirisfal region.

Bu Laike is no longer what it used to be, and Dathrohan Grand Knight has also grown in various aspects.

He is no longer the big knight who believed in the Holy Light but had little knowledge. Now he is still sincere, but he also understands that there are disturbing evils hidden in many corners of this world.

Just like this one in front of you.

Sister Adriana, who was transformed into Kirthier, died in a terrible state after being hit on the head by a sacred object such as the Holy Hammer of the Silver Hand.

Most of its brain was smashed and dented, like a cracked skull.

The void shadow surging on her body stimulated the outbreak of the holy hammer, causing most of the dirty blood and shadow power in her body to be "purified" by the holy hammer the moment she was hit.

Simply put, it was burnt.

But even so, the flesh and blood tentacles on the chin of the distorted corpse under the great knight's feet were still twitching nervously, still exuding a strange spiritual impact, trying to disturb the thoughts of every creature who saw it.

Such a weak impact is not a problem for the great knight who has the body of the sacred object, and the ugly and weirdness of the twisted creature in front of him can't scare the great knight's tough heart at all.

But the tide priest's robe that was still stained with sea water and dirt made Dathrohan shudder for a moment.

Bu Laike's dark prophecy was right.

The tidesages are a bunch of monsters

A group of humans disguised as humans, no, a group of humans who voluntarily degenerated into monsters!

They believed in the wrong things, and that heavy belief changed them forever.

This is the evidence His Majesty needs.

The distorted form of this high-level sea sage no longer needs to be explained in words, anyone who is not blind can see this deep depravity.

A war of faith in the name of saving souls is about to begin, and countless people will die as a result.

This thought came to Dathrohan's mind.

Once the Pope sees such an evil, he is destined not to sit idly by, and the battle of light and tide that Laike has been longing to see is about to begin.

All will be drawn into this terrible war.

Unless one side falls completely and their depraved beliefs are eradicated from the land, there will be no end to this war of winners and no losers.

"What are you doing!"

A yell interrupted the big knight's thinking.

Braike, who was walking quickly from the sea, fished lightly in the water next to him, and the power of the ocean bestowed by the tide hunter floated up, forming a piece of fluid ice in the hands of the pirate, and he threw it in Ah On the body of Sister Derianna, the twisted body was frozen.

"After the body dies, the empty flesh and blood will enter an irrepressible frenzied proliferation. If you want to show it to the Pope as evidence, you must pay attention to preserving it.

Or use your holy light, or use a fire to burn it clean.

Otherwise, the long-term corrosion of these flesh and blood will make this land not grow any grass within a few years. These guys are monsters covered with poison, and anything that drops from them is fatal. "

Bu Laike looked at the cold ice under his feet, and said to Dathrohan:

"Two people were caught later, one belongs to the watchman, and the other belongs to you. I won't participate in the subsequent interrogation, lest you say I'm operating in the dark.

I hand them over to you.

I imagine a fanatical cleric like Isenlien would be happy to take on the role of interrogating corrupt heretics, but it's best not to do it in Kul Tiras.

This is people's territory. "

Bu Laike clapped his hands, and said goodbye to the big knight with a relaxed face:

"Okay, I've finished my work here. After three days, I'll come to you on my own initiative. I hope you've already made a decision by then."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and whistled, a silver and robust armored seahorse jumped out from under the sea, galloping like a real war horse, and rushed to the shore beside Laike.

The pirate turned over and rode on his sea horse, pulled up the reins like a land knight, and was about to dive into the deep sea.

"Where are you going?"

The big knight asked a question.

Bu Laike said without looking back:

"A little private matter. I have a long trip in three days. I have already planned the time and don't want to delay it, so let's make a long story short. You know, I just need an answer.

If the pope's vow not to surrender the world to something dark was serious when he said that day in Tirisfal Glades, I don't think I'll even have to check it out again.

But how to say, let's go through a process.

This way everyone is at ease. "

As the sea fog dissipated, a group of murloc pirates swam over with croaks, and threw the unlucky bastard who was tied up three layers inside and three layers with ropes on the beach in front of Dathrohan.

The murlocs didn't abuse him.

But all valuables on him have been stripped by the murlocs who are already very good at robbery.

The guy was stabbed through the chest by Laike in the beginning of the fight, and there was nothing left but Dathrohan had to heal him with the Holy Light to try to keep him alive.

But healing a void creature with holy light is like feeding poison.

The big knight just started to heal with the holy light, when the dying guy let out a scream, and black smoke like charred was coming out of his whole body, scaring the big knight to quickly take back the holy light.

Just when he was struggling with how to hold this guy's life, Nat Pagle, who had seduced the sea sages for Bu Laike before, ran over sneakily, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

"Fisher God" has been deliberately arranged here by Laike, which must be useful.

In the past few days, he has learned shadow magic from Pastor Natalie, and now he can use the unique power of shadow healing without skill.

With the help of Nat, the prisoner was finally transported back to Vic Reiss Manor in advance without any risk.

After the ceremony of the day was over, the old Pope returned to the manor where he was temporarily staying and saw the "evidence" brought back by the great knight. Naxir's flesh and blood form would not lie.

Alonsus Faol's worst-case scenario was finally confirmed.

"This news cannot be leaked!"

At this moment, the old pope showed the judgment that a decisive leader should have. He told Dathrohan who was guarding the door:

"Hand over that prisoner to Pastor Isenlien! Saidan, you immediately use the portal to return to Stratholme with him, and interrogate the dark thing on the land of the holy light far away from the sea sages.

Then invite His Excellency Meri Winterwind of the Tirisfal Council to join them.

Three days later, I must get a full debrief before discussing with Bo Laike, and you must pry the evil creature's mouth open! at all costs! "

"it is good!"

The big knight nodded immediately, and he asked again:

"Should I tell Uther about this? And old Earl Vic Reiss?"

"I'll tell Uther about it. As for the old earl, keep it a secret for now."

After thinking about it, the old Pope replied:

"Drustvar's problems have nothing to do with the tidesages, and until the Knights of Ember, who are said to have great restraint against the forces of darkness, have been rebuilt, we cannot risk innocent people being involved.

Well, speaking of the Order of Embers, I had a discussion with Sir Arthur at the wedding today.

As the Grand Inquisitor of the Order of Embers who is about to become, he is not satisfied with carrying out the ancient dogmas left by his ancestors step by step.

He is going to learn from the training methods of the Knights of the Silver Hand and integrate with the heritage of the Ash Knights and Paladins. This is a very meaningful attempt.

I have promised him.

Therefore, after you go back, invite Fording to bring a team of paladin instructors to Drustvar for me to help the Vic Reiss family rebuild the Order of Embers. "

"Uh, Fording may not be able to come."

Dathrohan hesitated for a moment.

Although there is no one of the three virtues of the paladins that they cannot tell lies, it is always a bad behavior to deceive the Pope. At this moment, the great knight had no choice but to borrow Laike's "speaking art" in a flash of inspiration.

On the premise of not lying, describe the facts in another way to achieve the purpose of distorting the truth.

He said softly:

"Before we went to Kul Tiras, Fording told me that he was going on a journey to serve the Holy Light and understand the power of the Holy Light. This matter is very personal, so I didn't tell you about it.

Fording should have set off by now.

How about I ask Turalyon to come over? Or do I stay here by myself? "

"Is that so?"

The Pope frowned, and said:

"No, Saidan, you still have the task of interrogating the dark things. This is very important. Gavinrad is guarding Marshal Lothar in the Stormwind Kingdom, and he can't leave easily.

Turalyon wanted to end the battle for Alterac, and he couldn't let go of his mission.

Let Uther do this. "

"But Uther is responsible for protecting you."

Dathrohan retorted:

"After the danger of Kul Tiras has been clarified, I think your personal security force should be strengthened. After all, this is in the territory of the sea sages."

"This is in Drustvar. I'm safe here. Besides, you'll be back in three days. I have nothing to worry about."

The Pope smiled and said:

"Ah, I am going to the mountains of Drustvar, roaming the Black Forest, and talking to the followers of the Holy Light. The archmage and hunter spies who accompany us will protect me.

I am not a powerless person myself, so you don't have to worry about my safety.

Go, Dathrohan, and finish the interrogation as quickly as possible. "

The great knight led away, and it was already late at night when the old Pope finished his prayers in the church.

However, he did not rest, but changed into a plain linen robe, leaning on a pine cane, and seemed to be planning to go out for a walk. This behavior was discovered by the archmage Mo Della who accompanied him.

The mage asked:

"Your Majesty, you don't sleep at night. Is this planning a 'private visit'?"

"No, no, I'm just um, I just want to go to the appointment."

The pope replied with a smile:

"I heard a local story. There is a little girl who is waiting for guests to attend her tea party. I am going to have a chat with her. Can you please accompany me? Archmage.

After all, I am old, and my legs and feet are not as convenient as when I was young. I may need your teleportation magic to help. "

"A little girl's tea party?"

Archmage Mo Della's expression changed, she said:

"You mean Abby Lewis Jr.? That's one of the scariest local spooky tales, where anyone 'invited' to a tea party by her mysteriously disappears.

It's a pretty dangerous spirit, and I don't recommend taking such a risk. "

"But I have to go."

The Pope said gently but firmly:

"I promised someone that I must save this poor little soul. This is the mission and mission of the Holy Light that guided me to come here. I cannot surrender her soul to the darkness."

"Ah, this reason is really irresistible."

Archmage Mo Della sighed helplessly, and she said to the Pope:

"Then please wait a moment. I also dabbled in black witchcraft when I was young. Before I set off, I need to prepare some exorcism materials. According to my judgment, the spirit body of the little girl who died tragically decades ago is now Has grown into a terrifying existence.

It may not be difficult for us to kill her.

But if you're determined to purify her, then I hope you're ready for a tough fight. "

"please hurry up."

The Pope raised his head, looked at the moonlight above his head and the surrounding night, and said softly:

"She has been waiting for too long, don't let her spend another indifferent night alone. This is the will of the Holy Light."

——

Three days later, at Vic Reiss Manor.

Bo Laike, who sneaked in with ease, knocked on the door of the pope's retreat in the chapel, only to be opened by a guy who surprised him.

"Hey, who are you? Are you also looking for old Faol?"

A little girl in a Kul Tiras-style green robe tilted her head and looked up at the speechless cloth Laike. This little girl was quite cute.

Big eyes, long blond hair, short stature.

But with a strange face.

In addition, her biggest feature is that she "floats" when she walks, and her heels never touch the ground, which makes her look like she is dancing.

Plus, she's a spirit.

"Why are you so rude, Abby."

Bo Laike also tilted his head, looked down at her, and said:

"What? You have had a tea party for more than 50 years, have you finally invited a real friend?"

"It's not a friend!"

Abby Lewis screamed:

"Old Faol is the most annoying thing, he comes uninvited! But my tea party is for young people and children, not for old men, I chased him away, but he is very powerful.

The old woman next to him is fierce, and I am afraid of her.

Old Faol said he would take me out of my home and take me to live in a new place, where he said there were many good people who would take care of me.

But he is bad!

He purified all the magic power I had accumulated with great difficulty, and he also said that he would teach me to use holy light, which I hate the most! It was hot and uncomfortable. "

"yes?"

Bu Laike said with a drawn out voice:

"But I think, for the sake of killing so many travelers' lives in the past fifty years, you'd better behave yourself, Faol has enough reasons to 'purify' you.

But he made you 'live'.

You should be grateful, you vicious little witch who is restless after death, it was cruel when they burned you to death, but I don't think you are all wrong.

You nearly drove those poor souls crazy while you were alive. "

"Tch, those people deserve to die."

Abby folded her arms and said:

"I didn't take a good man with me, not a single one! Otherwise, why aren't the children afraid of me, but the grown-ups? And that beautiful big-horned deer never hurt me.

It also thinks I am righteous.

Only you nosy adults are the most annoying! "

"Having said that, since you are dead, be honest, anyway, your hatred and grudges have been paid out long ago. Poor Glenbrook Farm was ruined by your black witchcraft, isn't it?

All the people involved in your death have already died. "

Bo Laike put his hand on the restless Abby's head, and he said:

"If you do bad things again in the future, be careful that Holy Light will spank your ass! Call Faol now, I'm still busy preparing to go to sea, after talking with him, I should set off."

"Going to sea, it sounds very powerful. My Uncle was a sailor back then, but unfortunately his ship disappeared in the South China Sea. I still wanted to find him.

But I couldn't leave the Black Forest then. "

Abby stared at Boo Laike with wide eyes, and she quickly put on a pity and said:

"Big brother, will you take me to sea together? Every child in Kul Tiras hopes to do a career in the sea, and I hope so too. I promise I will be obedient.

I'll also curse everyone you don't like and turn them into pigs and throw them in a pigpen to make sausages.

I'm very useful, take me with you.

please. "

(end of this chapter)