Azeroth Trail of Light

The druids of the Cenarion Council have guarded the world in unknown ways for thousands of years. They are in the middle of the Silithus desert, where there is only a very thin natural force , built a fortress to monitor the Great Desert of Silithus.

The most elite druids and the most elite sentries have been stationed here for thousands of years.

During the Battle of Mount Hyjal, they were transferred back to Mount Hyjal to fight. At that time, the Qiraji Empire took action, but by the time the druids returned to Cenarion Fortress, everything had become hopeless. It can be redeemed.

In fact, a few days ago, when nearly a hundred insect crystals flew out of the wall of beetles and disappeared into the sky, the druids had already tried their best to intercept those crystals, at least they stopped One third, otherwise the disaster for the whole world will only be worse.

The result of that interception is that there are now insect nests all over Silithus, and three super-large insect nests are taking shape. The druids named them Yash, Rego and Zola, which are "disaster" in Elvish. ", "Crazy" and "Degenerate", it can be seen that these three insect nests have put a lot of pressure on the druids, at least when Dick is galloping in the sky, he can see those druids and Sentinels are chasing away the infested bugs.

Right now, the bugs haven't taken the initiative to attack, so their expulsion is going smoothly, and the paladins don't plan to intervene. As mentioned before, he has important things to do when he comes here this time.

Crystal Valley!

The southernmost part of this great desert, the only land not covered by yellow sand, is protected by some mysterious elemental power. It is rich in a special kind of crystal, which is regarded as a treasure by the mages of Azeroth, but it is a pity , Only the bravest miners dare to mine here, because it is said that this is a place blessed by the wind element, and any unwelcome person who enters it will be torn to pieces by the moody wind element.

Here is Dick's destination. After 2 years of secret preparation, Thaurissan's latest letter is filled with the black iron king's bad mood. After removing those obscenities, it probably means something like this.

"I spent 2 years getting close to those damned elementals, but those damned water elementals entrenched in the deep sea of ​​Azshara simply ignored our pleas for help, they were not interested in anything, not even themselves! Damn elementals! Let them die!"

So after confirming that he could not directly contact the Maw of the Abyss, Dick came here alone. Before the mysterious Uldum was found here, the only one in the whole world who could contact the Sky Wall (wind element bit) face) place.

"Recovery recovery~"

Xingzi's four huge hooves hit the sand on the ground with bright starlight. The tired Dick got off his horse and reached out to touch the big head of this brave and noble Pegasus. The black tongue licked Dick's face, and then in the magic spell, it turned into a starlight and disappeared into the magic rein in the paladin's hand.

The paladin took out sweet spring water from his rucksack and poured it over his head. In the coolness, his spirit improved a lot. He is now standing on the periphery of the Crystal Valley wrapped by the strong wind. If he takes a step forward, he will enter This is a blessed place, but also a cursed place.

Dick reached out and held the Brotherhood Sword behind his back in his hand, put on the Judgment Armor, then took a deep breath, and strode into the strong wind.

"Wow! Stupid stupid stupid! Look at this, it's beautiful! People love it here!"

Anveena's voice sounded in Dick's mind. The Paladin didn't object to Anveena this time, because the Crystal Valley in the real world was really beautiful.

This is a solid mountain covered with pure-color crystals, like a real crystal valley. Under the light of the strong wind, the whole air is filled with colorful lights, like a dream.

The power of the wind lingers in this valley. Even Dick, who knows nothing about magic, can feel the smell of the wind in the air. It smells of freedom, wildness, and pursuit of the best things.

Dick didn't know which elemental lord blessed this place, but it definitely wouldn't be Al'Akir the Wind Rider, the master of the sky wall, because Al'Akir's power is definitely more than that Effect.

That is a ruthless character who can cover a country with strong winds and yellow sand in an instant, and at this moment, Azeroth's elemental barriers are still very strong, and even Rag, the most powerful of the four elemental lords, Naros can only enter the world in the form of a clone.

In this crystal valley, Dick did not encounter those storm elements who like to run around, which saved him a lot of fighting energy. Soon, he entered the crystal valley along the winding path. In the deepest part of the palace, Dick found the slightly crazy old man in a dark red robe, kneeling on the ground, with his hands open, praying to the sky constantly.

That is his goal, the original leader of the Twilight Cultists, now the sad prisoner of the wind element Demitian, an arrogant cultist who wants to enslave the prince of wind, but is imprisoned on this land forever by the power of wind.

Dick walked over, and Demitien had completely lost the vigilance that a spellcaster should have. In fact, he was not vigilant about anything now, his eyes were glazed, and he muttered that no one would listen There was an incomprehensible voice, and even when Dick grabbed his collar and lifted him from the ground, Demitien didn't have much reaction.

"Hi! Dude, can you understand me?"

Dick patted Demitien on the cheek, the cultist seemed to wake up a bit, and then he yelled as if he saw something frightening,

"Don't come here! Don't come here! In the name of Twilight! No, no, forgive me, great master, I shouldn't believe in that evil, O god of the sky, god of wind, forgive me!"

"Crazy to the bone, there is no cure."

Anwena's disdainful voice sounded in Dick's mind, "Kill him, and give him a good time."

Dick shook his head, stretched out his hand to remove the gauntlet on his left hand, the silver fist was exuding terrifying heat, the paladin sighed,

"If possible, I really don't want to use this method. The power of order can expel the chaotic energy in his body, and at the same time make his deranged mind clearer, but it is accompanied by the pain that goes deep into the spine. Forget it It can be regarded as punishment for these cultists."

"Snapped!"

The silver fist was placed on Demitien's shoulder, and the scorching metal scorched the crazy cultist's flesh in an instant. He let out a horrific scream, but the next moment, the scream became frenzy.

"Ah, great master! This pain, I feel the power of the old gods is going away, you finally forgive your faithful believer!"

"This crazy belief is really disgusting!"

Dick shrugged, and another palm was printed on the cultist's chest. After four times in a row, Demitien only had the strength to breathe, but his confused eyes were also cleared up a lot, but the next moment he Transformed into the viciousness that cultists should have.

"Bastard! Who are you! Why are you interrupting my cleaning! Get out of my holy place! Otherwise, otherwise!!!"

Dick withdrew his fingers from the foul-mouthed Demitian's forehead, and put the blade of the Brotherhood Sword on Demitian's neck indifferently.

"Are you sober now?"

"Uh well, I admit it!"

Demitien felt the eerie chill from his skin, he got up from the ground, and because of his weakness, he sat down on the ground again,

"Tell me, Master Paladin, what are you doing here in this poor country, looking for me, an outdated cultist? I don't have what you need here!"

"No, you have!"

The paladin didn't want to talk these useless nonsense to the cultist anymore, he lightly pressed his palm, and the blade of the brotherhood sword pierced the cultist's skin, Demitien yelled in panic,

"Stop! Stop! What do you need? Say!"

"It's very simple, the bottle of resurrection, I still need you to summon the wind elemental lord who bound you here!"

The paladin said indifferently, "I'm not asking for your opinion. If you understand this, you can choose not to give it to me, and then I will find it on your corpse!"

"It's impossible! Don't even think about it!"

Demitien was like an irritated dirt dog, he bared his teeth at Dick, "These things are my lifeblood, don't think I will give them to you! Besides, I gave you What can I get from these?"

"free!"

Dick said firmly, "The only thing I can give you is freedom. How many years have you been trapped here? I think that should be the only thing you want now, or you can choose to hold the bottle of resurrection and die here. , believe me, the wind element will not let you die so easily, especially after you crashed into this place with such an evil purpose, even if you die, you still have to stay here and suffer!"

Demitien's face changed rapidly. Dick was right. Since he broke in here and disturbed the meditation of the wind elemental lord, he has been bound here. How long has it been?

ten years? fifty years?

I have also changed from a Twilight leader with great ambitions to an old lunatic with intertwined gray and white hair. This feeling is really terrible!

When you've been stuck in one place for so long, there are probably only two things you want, death, or freedom.

Demitien will not choose to die, because he has not yet retaliated against the dregs who encouraged him and tempted him to come here to take risks, so there is actually only one way left for him.

But a cultist is a cultist after all, you can't expect him to make deals honestly, he rolled his eyes, and then stretched out two fingers.

"I want you to swear! Also, you must also know the value of the bottle of resurrection. Do you know how much I paid to get this treasure? If you can't give me a satisfactory price, I would rather die here, you Never get the Vial of Resurrection!"

There was a trace of murderous look in Dick's eyes, just when he was about to turn his blade and give the old bastard a good time, Anwena's voice suddenly sounded,

"Wait! Idiot, what he said is true. An unstable space is tied to his soul. If you kill him, that space will disappear, along with everything in it!"

"asshole!"

"boom!"

With a roar, Dick stabbed the sword of the Brotherhood into the nearby crystal, and directly opened a terrible crack on the mountain, which made Demitien's eyes twitch.

The cultist swallowed, he took a cautious step back, and began to think about whether he should lower the price, but the next moment, the paladin threw an exquisite wooden box over, and his tone was extremely cold.

"Give me something, start summoning! Stop challenging my patience!"

Demitien opened the wooden box in his hand, and inside it was a six-pointed star-shaped ornament bursting with magic energy made of the long horn of the great lord of the dreaded demon king and made with ancient, evil and esoteric techniques.

The cultist's breathing became heavy all of a sudden. He is a person who knows the value of this thing at a glance. It is no exaggeration. In his era, this little thing could be exchanged for everything he wanted. resource!

But a fool would trade it for it! Such a priceless treasure is enough! Not to mention the bottle of resurrection, even if Dick intends to take away his unreturned freedom, it is enough!

"Okay! I'm very satisfied! Paladin, you are a man of knowledge, and only a gentleman like you can understand the true meaning of the bottle of resurrection."

Demitian praised hypocritically while quickly putting away the accessories. Under the impatient eyes of the paladin, the cultist carefully took out a palm-sized light blue crystal bottle from his space. The bottle There is a cloud of chaotic mist in it, and there are stars and lights in it, as well as endless storms and lightning.

It looks like a very powerful thing!

But Dick knew that apart from resurrecting the Prince of Wind, this thing was useless for anything else, but Demitien was unlucky, he thought he had made a profit, but in fact, Dick used this resurrection bottle to What he got was definitely far beyond his imagination.

Forgive the cultist, his vision isn't enough to make him a real big shot.

After the paladin put away the bottle of resurrection, he glanced at Demitien who was preparing for the summoning ceremony. He thought for a moment, and then said,

"Where's the source quality ingot? Don't tell me you didn't prepare that thing when you came."

"ah?"

Demitien was taken aback, how did this bastard know that he still had source quality ingots on him? However, seeing the paladin's gauntlets constantly rotating on the hilt, the cultist who had just been cleared of all the power of chaos shrank shamefully.

He quickly took out more than a dozen pieces of metal with a mysterious luster on the surface, and threw them on the ground. Anyway, he gave the bottle of resurrection, and it was useless for him to keep these things. Without suitable blueprints and super-high craftsmanship Blacksmiths, source quality ingots containing mysterious power are not even as easy to use as some ordinary iron ingots.

Dick was satisfied now. He snorted and put away the source quality ingots. Now, not only the materials for the Windchaser, but also the materials for the Balrog's Hand are enough!

Sure enough, things like robbing the rich and helping the poor should be done more!

Ten minutes later, when the wind in the entire Crystal Valley stopped strangely, and when the wind whispered, Dick's face became serious. He knew that the elemental lord was coming!