Azeroth Trail of Light

I sat at the table, waiting for the continuation of the story. Old Fording glanced at me and said with a smile, "It's rare to see a quiet adventurer like you now, who cares so much about an old man's story."

I also smiled at him, stretched out my finger and shook,

"First of all, you are not an ordinary old man. Secondly, I like to hear such stories. I know that Trigg is not dead. He is still serving as Thrall's think tank in Orgrimmar, so tell me, let me listen What happened to this story in the end?"

Old Fording nodded, put the pipe on his mouth again, and said slowly,

"As the flames were burning I thought Traygg was dead and I thought I was going to lose that friend, but seconds later the cloudless weather suddenly turned cloudy and then a torrential rain hit Stratholme , can you imagine that situation? Suddenly there was a heavy rain, everyone was stunned, only me and the veterans knew that an enemy was coming, this was clearly the elemental spell of the shaman, but the nobles were terrified , especially after the torrential rain extinguished that flame."

"The orcs rushed into the square of Stratholme, led by the blue-eyed orc, Thrall, who personally brought the orcs to rescue Treyg. They didn't kill a single human, and rescued the orc prisoners. He went out and took me with him, obviously, Thrall also heard about me and Treyger."

Old Fording took a deep breath of the pipe, and amidst the smoke, he took the pipe out of his mouth,

"That was the first time I cooperated with the orcs. I took them to avoid the pursuit of the Silver Hand. I know that my brothers let the water go. They know that I am also among the group of orcs, so the most elite veterans None of them were sent out, just let the inexperienced recruits come out to practice, I have to thank them, my old brothers, even in the most difficult time, they never gave up on me."

"But Treig is dying. He was tortured to death by those scum, and he was burned. Thrall's elemental magic couldn't even save him. He was dying in the harbor of Hillsbrad Hills. gone."

"At that moment, I knelt on the ground in grief and prayed for the Holy Light to save this kind orc in front of me. He didn't deserve to die here! If I still had the power of the Holy Light, I could have saved him, and the result... the result was unexpected. Things happened, and the Holy Light responded to me again, can you imagine? A paladin who has been abolished with the power of the Holy Light is actually recognized by the Holy Light again."

Old Fording shook his head, opened his left hand, and a warm holy light floated in his palm. This scene stunned me,

"You see, the Holy Light also thinks that I have done nothing wrong, so it is kind and has not abandoned me."

Fording's face was full of smiles, warm and peaceful, he looked at me,

"Tryig's story is over. I finally declined Thrall and Treyg's invitation to Kalimdor. I came back here alone, on the Soldor River. I can guard my family here, although They all thought I was dead."

"My wife was seriously ill three years ago. I quietly went back to see her. She was proud of me until she died, but I was sorry for her. Her last wish was to let me see our son Tailan truly Growing up, of course I'm going to do that, it's the most important thing in my life."

"Tylan has grown up too. Like me, he became a paladin. On the day of his promotion ceremony, I hid in the crowd and watched my son put on the knight's armor and be illuminated by the holy light again." The moment I recognized it, I was extremely happy, you know? That kind of happiness is beyond words."

Having said that, Old Fording's expression darkened again,

"But Tailan made a mistake. He witnessed how the fallen Prince Arthas slaughtered his civilians and resurrected them into the evil process of undead. He witnessed the demise of Lordaeron. A disaster, I also experienced this disaster, my brother Uther died in the battle with his disciple Arthas, I wanted to help him at that time, but faced with the endless sea of ​​undead, Not even me."

"The whole of Lordaeron has become a dead land full of death and disaster. Tyran vowed to stop it, so he joined the Scarlet Crusade, but you and I both know that organization is crazy, his leader , it was my former comrades-in-arms, General Abedis and Prosecutor Isenlien. Lan also became a lunatic like them."

"So I beg you, help me find that battle flag, and the toy warhammer I gave Tailan when I was a child. It was placed in the west. They made a "grave" for me. Buried there, I hid in the forest and looked at it. There was also a beautiful oil painting that I asked an artist to paint for our family. That thing should be kept in the archives of Stratholme. They regarded it as my " Evidence" stay there, get these things to prove my identity, and then I will go to Hearthglen with you, Tyran is stationed there, I can't go near Light's Hope Chapel, I can't let the old brothers know that I am Still alive, this will bring unnecessary trouble to Tyran."

Old Fording glanced at me for the last time, and he bowed solemnly to me,

"Please help me, help an old man who is eager to save his son."

I shrugged, this request is really rude, which means I have to go deep into the tomb that is now occupied by ghouls, I have to find a battle banner surrounded by trolls, and finally I have to go to Strathor m.

Half of that damned place is now controlled by the undead, and the other half is controlled by the Scarlet Crusade.

Old Fording is right. The Scarlet Crusade is a group of lunatics. They don't care whether I am a life or a dead spirit. They will not believe anyone except their own people.

Hell, I have to deal with three of the most difficult factions in the Eastern Plaguelands at once.

I looked at Old Fording and hesitated,

"Okay! I promise you. This is the reward for this wonderful story, wait for my good news, Mr. Fording."

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I lowered my footsteps and walked the streets of Stratholme, surrounded by no other sounds except the meaningless roars of walking corpses and skeletons.

I hate this damn place, of course, I've said that a million times.

The catacombs for the hammer went well, the ghouls didn't even notice I was there, those stupid fools just use their noses to find prey, but I'm an assassin and it's easy for me to get rid of the smell.

The process of finding the battle flag is not that difficult. Zul Masha's moss trolls have been infected by the undead plague, and most of them have turned into walking dead, and the battle flag that Old Fording said was thrown Into the lake there, thank God, there is no plague in that lake, so I spent 2 hours in the mud at the bottom of the lake, and found the broken battle flag.

And finally there is that painting.

This is the most difficult task. I obtained the specific location of the painting through some of my friends who specialize in inquiring about the news. It was a headache. The painting was disguised by Old Fording and thrown into the bloody In the warehouse of the Crusaders, this means that I have to cross the siege of the undead occupying most of the city, and then sneak into the area controlled by the Scarlet Crusade, praying not to be discovered by those lunatics, and steal the painting out .

Hell, I regret it!

You shouldn't agree to Old Fording's request for help, this is simply killing your life!

As long as I show the slightest clue, those Scarlet Crusaders will pounce on me and tear me to pieces. God is good, I look into their eyes. There is no difference between those undead outside!

But luckily, I had a good mentor, and I didn't let go of those hard-earned skills. Under the protection of the shadows, these paladins didn't find me. I passed them and walked slowly into the The Scarlet Crusade is in the fortress inside Stratholme.

I wasn't hurt at all by the crude traps they'd laid out along the way, who thought these rat-traps were good enough for a skilled assassin?

They are literally daydreaming!

Yes, I did it!

Hiding in the shadows, I looked back at the traps all over the place, and I couldn't help giving myself a thumbs up, Long live the night elves!

I stretched my fingers and walked slowly in this fortress that was supposed to be the great barracks of Stratholme City. I had to find that warehouse, find that painting, and make some money by the way.

I heard that after Stratholme was burned by Prince Alsace, none of the belongings have been moved. My colleagues are afraid of this place, and few people come here to take risks. Most importantly, they do not have the precise map provided by Old Fording , Maybe I will be the first lucky one to get a share of the pie.

Soon, I found that hidden warehouse!

A Scarlet Crusade officer wearing glasses was sitting and working inside. I hid behind him and glanced at him. He was writing and drawing in his notebook. He seemed to be calculating something, which was too complicated to understand.

I turned the dagger upside down and precisely hit the back of the unlucky man's head with the handle. The guy immediately covered his head and lay down on the table. After a few seconds, the snoring sounded. I have already used this trick Countless times, he had to pass out for at least 4 hours.

But judging by the dark circles under his eyes, this might be a good chance for him to rest.

I jumped out of the shadows, stretched my arms, and began to pick and choose in the warehouse. In a corner, I found the camouflaged painting. I tore off the layer of landscape painting on the surface, A very exquisite oil painting jumped into my eyes.

Sure enough, it was old Fording. At that time, he was still young and mighty, wearing a black dress of nobles, and wearing elegant monocles, sitting next to a graceful and luxurious lady with a veil, but At first glance, she was a real lady, gentle and peaceful.

Finally, there is the little boy standing beside them, who is 4 points similar to Old Fording, wearing a small dress and holding a cane in his hand. Behind them is the sparkling Lake Dallonmere. At that time, there It is still the fiefdom of the Barov family, a beautiful place only for nobles to play.

At the bottom of the oil painting, there is a line of elegant text,

"Love and Family"

"A gift from Riverey to Mr. Tirion's family."

This should be the name of this painting, and it really fits the occasion. I nodded and put it in my backpack. If Old Fording doesn’t want this painting, I must get it. It must be a famous work. Even if it's not, if I take it back and store it in Darkshore for 200 years before taking it out, I'm sure it will fetch a lot of money.

It's only 200 years. I'm a night elf, and I can live at least 10,000 years. See, this is the advantage of age.

I hummed a little song proudly, and was about to leave, but when I turned around, I found a box in the corner, which was very old, and there were traces of being burned by flames. I walked over and pried it with a dagger open, and what do i see?

A box full of pearls, each exuding a soft holy light.

I couldn't help biting my tongue to judge whether I was dreaming, and the severe pain told me, no!

I am rich!

This kind of small pearl that is born with the property of destroying evil is called the Crusader Orb, and it can be sold at a really good price anywhere. As long as you sell this box, no, you only need to sell one-third of it, which is enough to make the I'm living a truly affluent life in my hometown of Darkshore.

Tsk tsk, thank you old Fording!

Thanks to him for making me a rich man, but before that, I have to find a way to transport this box out, which is no problem for the great night elf assassin.

Trust me, it's easy.