Azeroth Trail of Light

The moment the elemental core was re-ignited, Hamuul reacted. He subconsciously waved his hand to block everyone who tried to get close to Dick. Naralex's reaction was even faster. With just one click, the three inner and outer layers of black thorns pulled everyone, especially Jaina and Liadrin back from Dick.

"Dick, what's the matter with that thing? Does its energy fluctuate violently?"

The arch druid's face was solemn, he could imagine that once the thing in Dick's palm had turned into a hot lava fireball and was continuously emitting crimson light from the cracks on the surface, what terrible consequences would be caused if it exploded .

"No! It doesn't look like it's going to explode, but I can feel it."

Dick's voice was a little nervous, "I can feel that if I let go of my hand, something bad might happen to it."

Dick's words made the archdruid heave a sigh of relief, but immediately, his eyes became serious.

To be honest, this is the first time that the Archdruid has encountered this kind of situation. When the elemental creatures are on the verge of death, most of them will choose to explode their cores. At the time, Hamuul was almost scared into a cold war. Even if everyone was not killed on the spot, they would be crushed to death after the Black Rock Mountain above them collapsed.

But the current state of this core is very strange. It is in a state of being about to explode but is suppressed. It seems that this should be caused by the weird silver fist in Dick's legend.

"Send them out, Omulon! Tell the Black Iron Emperor about this, and we can't control other matters."

The easy-going archdruid Hamuul was very tough for a while, and there was no room for others to refute. The sky screamer also realized the seriousness of the matter. His palm was full of green light of natural teleportation, and he went one by one. Slap on other people's bodies.

"Dude, you're going to turn bad luck into good luck, just like you always have!"

"Actually, it doesn't matter even if you die, Her Majesty will make a dream avatar just for you."

"The people of Gilneas believe that psychic black cats can drive away death. I leave Maia with you, Dick, and Elune will protect you."

"Oh, Lord Earl, please don't die, otherwise I will have to find another job. It is very rare to find such a comfortable position these days. By the way, do you need me to give You tie a soul stone? It's free!"

"Dick! Live!"

"If you dare to leave me to die, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life!"

When the light of the teleportation technique lit up one after another, everyone left their blessings and help.

A few minutes later, only Dick, who was taking a deep breath, Hamuul, and Naralex who stayed to help were left in the cave. The body of the paladin had been tied with the best soul stone. The evil thing can ensure that Dick's soul remains intact even though his body is torn apart.

As Demeter said, as long as the paladin's soul is still intact, the Green Dragon Queen will be willing to help him make a dream avatar by himself.

Velinde's precious black cat, Maia, was also kept. This little guy didn't know what kind of danger he was about to face, but as a magical creature infused with wild wisdom, even if he died accidentally, as long as he died Velinde was willing to pay something dear, and it would be called back.

So in a sense, Maier is actually a BUG undead creature.

"Does something feel wrong, Dick!"

Hamuul walked around the paladin twice. He didn't dare to break the connection between Dick and the elemental core rashly, so the paladin could only maintain a standing posture, stretched out one hand, and stuck it on the elemental core. On the surface.

Since there were only three people left here, facing the problem of the Archdruid, the paladin simply stopped hiding those bad situations.

"Ragnaros played tricks, he left a "hidden lock", as long as someone touches the core, it will explode immediately, blowing up Blackstone Mountain and all the creatures in it!"

Dick rubbed the corners of his brows, "But the Fire Demon King probably didn't expect that the power of chaos left behind by him would be suppressed by the power of order in the Fist of Silver before it touched the core of the elements. Yes, so it won't explode before I reach the limit. But the bad news is that I just calculated that with this frequency of power output, I can only maintain it for 20 minutes at most!"

"It's bad!"

The frequency of Hamuul's tail wagging became faster, which showed that the archdruid was not at peace.

"The power of order, the current Azeroth, I am afraid that only you have it. Before you appeared, we didn't even know that there is such a power in this world!"

The well-informed tauren archdruid seemed to have no better solution. Finally, he shook his head,

"It's cruel, Dick, but we have to move you to a safe place first, at least after it explodes, it won't affect other creatures."

Faced with this answer, the paladin was not too surprised. In fact, when he was free, he would also think about some very strange questions, such as how he would behave when he really faced death?

Will you be angry? Will you regret it?

When all this really happened suddenly, Dick found that he was neither angry nor regretful, probably because it happened so suddenly, or maybe because the green dragons had promised him that he would not die. The time to think is a little short.

He only feels that his mind is in chaos now. The images and memories of Jaina, Liadrin, Arthas, and Medivh are constantly lingering in his mind, and finally successfully messed up his mind.

But Dick didn't know why, and had a mysterious premonition: he won't die!

So in the face of the druid's cruel suggestions, Dick's mood did not fluctuate too much. Just like what Hamuul said, the power of order is really too rare! There are only two guys in the history of Azeroth.

The first guy died nearly 10,000 years ago, and now the second guy is about to die too.

But these two guys have one thing in common: they are not ordinary people!

Just as the archdruid was preparing the special portal, Anveena's thief-like voice sounded quietly,

"You idiot, you're dying, aren't you?"

Dick narrowed his eyes, and responded weakly, "I'm not in the mood to fight with you now, Anwena, please give a dying person some personal space."

"Uh, what I mean is, if you die, I can share my palace with you. You idiot, as a servant, you are so-so and quite qualified."

".Then I really want to thank you."

Dick is completely disappointed with the Heroic Spirit in his weapon, this guy is just unreliable.

But just when he was already thinking about how to live with the dream incarnation, another weak voice sounded in his mind.

It is Sunderland, Prince of the Windseeker.

"I feel it, Ragnaros it's gone, my last will, in that core my brave human warrior, I'm glad to see you can suppress the evil power of Ragnaros, though you radiate I am a little disgusted by the smell, but I can give you the opportunity you need!"

"Huh? How to say?"

Dick became interested, and he had a keen premonition that this was the opportunity he needed!

"Don't worry, listen to me."

Perhaps because he was no longer oppressed by the will of the Fire Demon King, Sunderland's voice gradually became clearer. The voices of tens of thousands of winds gathered together and buzzed in Dick's mind.

"My last will is sealed in the core of my hand, I need to get it back! And your current stalemate will eventually kill you, human beings, you have to understand that in many cases, you can't just stop going because you can't see hope." Fight, so if I were you, I would choose to explode with all my strength to kill the conspiracy left by Ragnaros."

"But I can't do it!"

Dick's eyes closed, and he probably guessed what Sunderland was going to say.

"Yes, you can't do it! So you need help! Listen, I want you to crush the core, and I will get back my will before it explodes. My will is mixed with his power already It's been tens of thousands of years, so I can mess up the power left by the Balrog, although there is only a little time, but the rest will be left to you to do, I believe, you know what to do, right? ?”

Dick was silent for a moment, then asked in the spiritual world,

"Good idea, Prince Sunderland! But I have a question, what if you "forget" to help me mess up the trace of power left by Ragnaros after you regained your power? I know , as an elemental body, even if you are hit by a big bang, you will not die because of it? So no matter what, you will be free, but I need to use my life to bet on your memory?"

"Yes, that's it! Human warrior, do you think it's unfair? Are you resenting me?"

Sunderland's voice was full of playfulness, but to his surprise, Dick shook his head,

"No, it's fair, the weak don't have the right to choose! I will charge Ragnaros for this."

"Hehe, interesting, interesting guy, if you can survive, I will give you a gift. To be truly worthy of the gift of a warrior, the premise is that you can survive. So, for my gift, try to live Bar!"

Five minutes later, Hamuul and Naralex stood on the left and right sides of the temporary portal built by the two staffs. The tauren druid said to Dick seriously,

"The opposite of this door is under the 10,000-meter trench of the frozen endless sea in the north. The water pressure there is the limit that your current body can bear, and the seawater with that concentration will suppress the explosion to the greatest extent. Wei Li, remember, you must use your strongest protection skills to protect yourself!"

Naralex stepped forward, gave Dick a blessed hug, and whispered in the paladin's ear, "We didn't send you to die, Dick. Forget the green dragon nonsense! If you can save A druid can bring your body back to life. Although it requires an unimaginable price, a hero like you is worth it! So, just take it as a trip, just blink your eyes , you will come back intact, I promise!"

The paladin hummed, Naralex has already crossed the line, he told Dick the druid's secret, of course he must have got the tacit approval of Hamuul, this kind of friendly attitude made Dick a little Moved, he nodded to the two very human druids, then took a deep breath, held the molten core, and strode into the portal.

The scene in front of him changed rapidly. This was the first time Dick stepped into the deep sea. The pressure from all directions made his body twitch in an instant. However, Dick still remembered the agreement with Sunderland. So the moment he stepped through the portal, he pulled his left hand away from the molten core.

At the same time, Prince Feng's will poured into the rapidly expanding elemental core, pulled out his last wisp of will, and then flicked lightly on the trace of power left by Ragnaros, melting The expansion speed of the fire core slowed down immediately, although it only took less than a second.

The next moment, Sunderland's voice sounded in the paladin's mind,

"It's now!"

The paladin struggled to press his left hand back on the surface of the molten core, which was twice the size of his body, in the blink of an eye. His control over the power of order is not fine, but it doesn't need to be fine now! He poured all the power of order into the extremely unstable molten core in front of him.

This is the first time he has completely released the power in his left arm without reservation! It's like a floodgate shattered!

Like a ferocious beast released for the first time, the silver power rushed into the core, and the power left behind by Ragnaros touched the purest flame power without a trace of will in Azeroth's core. Just a moment ago, that silver light was like a beast that was cornered, tearing it apart and swallowing it frantically!

"The original source of power exploded! The first battle against chaos is over!"

"The Fist of Silver (Proof of Power - Paladin) has been detected, and the "Order" seed is being activated!"

"I detected a special item, the Fist of Silver, which corresponds to the attribute - Order, which conforms to the records of the Pantheon! Log out and reactivate!"

"Codename: The identity of Tyr, the King of Order, is being recorded!"

"The code name of the second identity endowment: Time Traveler No. 1029304 is changed to the code name: Dick Bronzan!"

"Unlock the right to enter the Land of Titans, unlock the primary command authority, and unlock the primary Titan Guardian authority!"

"Drip triggers personal hidden mission: Road to Titans!"

Raiden, the great guardian of the Pantheon, wakes up early, and the history reversal rate +1%

Odin, the high-level guardian of the Pantheon, wakes up early, and the sky fortress Valhalla appears, and the history reversal rate +1%

Pantheon Observer Ogalon accepts information, history reversal +0.5%

Loken, the high-level guardian of the Pantheon, wakes up early, and the history reversal rate +0.5%

Ulduar Titan City failed to restart, Uldaman Titan Library failed again, Uldum Origin Furnace restarted successfully, history reversal +1%”

The current world rotation rate is 38%, more than 35%, follower quota +1, talent template update