Azeroth’s Death Track

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To be honest, the first time I saw the legendary Anduin Wrynn, Old Fording was disappointed.

He was a great knight born in the heyday of the empire, a patriarchal paladin, an old-fashioned and serious old man. He also had doubts about the admission of Anduin to the church, and he hoped that Anduin would be an excellent Yes, the perfect paladin, so that at least some of the impact he brought after joining the church.

However, Anduin's initial appearance disappointed him.

A half-old child with a childish face that hasn’t been removed, his body is full of an unruly free will, and most importantly, in front of the representatives of the young knights of the entire Silver Dawn Order He was so brazen to hug a little girl and ran for horses. Judging from his intimate behavior with this little girl, he was like a standard dude born in a noble family.

When Anduin said that he wanted to join the Orthodox Church, Old Fording refused, but he felt the weight of the wooden box in his hand, and the persuasion of the letter under the pope’s crown, and finally Gore. Senator's faintly threatening eyes prevented Old Fording from saying these two words.

He also knew how much trouble he would bring to the new Silver Dawn Church if he refused to join Anduin here.

So after hesitating for a moment, the big knight looked stiff, and said a little against his heart:

"Well, okay... you really are like the legend... well, it's different."

"Then welcome you to join the Silver Dawn Order, Anduin Wrynn, please follow me to Tyre's hand to rest for a while, and then we will arrange for you to join our system."

The old knight coughed slightly. He looked at Saranti, who was next to Anduin, the little girl of the high elf in a skirt. He said a little embarrassedly:

"But your friend, I'm afraid I can't join the Order of the Order with you. At present, our Knights only recruit Paladins..."

"But Salantia is also a Paladin!"

Andu looked at the stiff old knight in doubt. He took Salantia's hand and said to Verding:

"Both of us were Paladins who had been baptized by Naru in the Shattered Sunshine Regiment in Shattrath City."

"Yes, I am also a Paladin!"

Unlike Anduin, who is pure in her mind, this sensitive girl of Sarantia can feel some of the meaning behind the indifferent attitude of Old Fording in front of her eyes. She stepped forward and stood beside Anduin, with tedious The left hand of the beautiful jewelry was lifted, and in the shaking of her finger, a bright and warm holy light shone open in her palm.

The light reflected on the face of Old Fording, and there was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the Grand Knight. There were also High Elven Paladins in the Crusaders, but the number was very small, and Fording also knew that the High Elves were born with magic addiction. A terrible curse, they often indulge in the magic of drawing. For adults, a firm will may allow them to accept another energy scrub, but children like Sarantia are often unable to Suffering from the pain caused by the light scrubbing.

At least Fording has not seen a minor high elf who can master the power of the Holy Light, but Sarantia did it... just this, it represents the child's potential.

This gave Foding an unexpected surprise.

"Well, yes, yes!"

Old Fording nodded, his somber complexion finally got better, he said to Anduin and Sarantia:

"So, come with me."

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"You didn't inform me about this matter in advance!"

Anduin and Sarantia entered Tyr's hand, which caused a lot of disturbances. On the night, the angry General Abidis rushed into the old Fording's office, but found Mograine. Both Cavaliers and Fording are here, and even include Grand Inquisitor Ethan Lien, who has always ignored politics, and they seem to be waiting for the arrival of Abidis.

"Are you crazy? Anduin's child may be innocent, but behind him there is the background of the tyrant Tyrian! How can you be so reckless!"

The old general said bluntly:

"If Tyrion uses Anduin to divide our new country, then there is no doubt that he may have achieved his purpose, to listen to the complaints of the knights, Fording, Mograine, you did one thing The most stupid mistake!"

"because this!"

Fording put something in front of General Abidis, he looked around and then said to General Abidis:

"This is an exchange that we cannot refuse, and the reason why we don’t tell you is also because of this... The Pope believes that the return of this relic will bring an unimaginable increase in prestige to the Church of the Holy Light, and as long as it is Recover, all disputes caused by Anduin will be eliminated invisible! We cannot let your stubborn character destroy it."

"This is a true holy light artifact!"

The Inquisitor Ethan Lien, who had not spoken, fiddled with the rosary in his hand and said:

"Its return will symbolize that the Silver Dawn Order has the power to fight evil. That is the killer experience we lack. Once we find it back, then the undead who occupy Stratholme and stare at us will It’s no longer a threat...it’s important, Abdis, so I’m sorry, this time, I’m on Fording’s side."

"The hand of silver, a sacred object left over from ancient times."

The white-haired old Abidis suspiciously read the introduction and text that marked the detailed map. He was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and looked at the big knight in front of him, he said in a deep voice:

"I did hear this story, but what if it is fake? Fording, if you or Mograine go after this holy thing, and find out that it is a despicable trap for the dead? If you or Mogul? Lenny is dead in battle...Do you know how terrible the blow to the entire Holy Light Church and the Silver Dawn Church? This is obviously a temptation of demons, and you are so eager to jump in."

"You are all blinded by power!"

"Yes, your consideration really makes sense."

Faced with the general scolding of General Abidis, Old Fording explained patiently: "But if it is true? Imagine Abidis, if we can really find the ancient lost artifact, then it Will become the new banner of the holy light faith, the light walkers of the whole world will regroup, and it is very likely to be true, because the pope also recognized the map and the information under the crown."

"We all have a deep hatred for the undead, Abidis."

The Grand Knight of Mograine also advised:

"I, like you, have completely experienced the fiasco of Whispering Harbour. I, like you, witnessed the desperation of Emperor Lothar when he died in battle. If we can, we don’t want to bow our heads to the undead. Sri Lanka, old friend, let go of your prejudice first, and don’t let hatred dominate your will."

The persuasion of the Grand Knight of Mograine did not work. Instead, it was like fueling the fire, making General Abidis attack again. His eyes sparkled with a burning fire of anger. He pointed at the two in front of him. The great knight shouted:

"Don't want to bow your head? Go trick the ghost!"

"At that time, I persuaded you to persuade you how dangerous those naturally born undeads are. I suggest that you purify them before the dark blades intervene. What did you do?"

"You look forward and backward, you talk to them cowardly! Now? We have lost Stratholme! The power of those evil undead are expanding every day, and we? We have changed from advantages to disadvantages!"

"You said I was stunned by hatred, my brothers, wouldn't you be ashamed when you said these words?"

The muscles on General Abidis's face were shaking. Obviously, the shadow of the desperate battle a few years ago left him too big, the kind of despair that witnessed the collapse of his homeland was burning every moment. Burning his heart, the flames that grew from pain flowed in his veins, turning that emotion into a terrible toxin, making the old general in front of him more stubborn and more extreme in time:

"I always consider your opinions. You said I was too aggressive, okay! I let go of the military power and no longer interfere with the knights' strategy!"

"You said I was too stubborn, okay! I let my daughter take my place, and I try my best to train her."

"You said I was too extreme, okay! I gave up my elaborate raid plan and followed your appeasement policy. The result? The result? Tell me, Verding, look into my eyes and tell me! You promise to What about my victory?"

The old general took a step back. After all, he was getting older and he was a little dizzy. He supported the table next to him, barely keeping himself from falling down, and his breath became disordered:

"What do you promise me to win?"

"I only saw our former homeland occupied by the undead; the only people we once were forced to live with the undead; I only saw that everything we swear to maintain was being crushed little by little. Broken... Lordaeron became the lair of a group of **** elves playing with dangerous spells, and the once sacred Cathedral of Light became their warehouse. Even the knights under our command were little by little in their sugar-coated shells. Corruption..."

"Now the adopted son of the King of the Undead has also entered the base camp of our heart and started to spread the terrible idea for his evil adoptive father...and he was put in by you personally..."

"This is the victory you promised me?"

"This is the future you want? Sorry, I can't see the future... I can't see... Fording, Mograine, Ethan Lien, old friends, I suspect I am blind. .."

The old general stumbled and threw the letter in his hand on Old Fording's table. He turned around and left hard. His straight waist became rickety at this moment, as if it had been dispelled and all burned like fire. The same will.

"Go on to kneel down to your new undead master, I will leave here with my Scarlet Crusade, here is like a prison cage, let the beast willing to give up the last **** prison cage, this is not the ending I want, It's suffocating here..."

"I'm going to take the real warrior to do what we want..."

"Go to death?"

The always gentle Old Fording clenched his fists at this moment. He stood up and looked at the lonely back of Abidis. He shouted loudly:

"You preach the dangerous will to purify the ignorant young people, Abidis, you are taking them to death! If you die, you can die by yourself, don't drag those innocent young people together!"

"Enough! Fording!"

The great knight of Mograine, who can no longer see it, roared, letting all disputes stop at this moment. The knight said breathlessly:

"Enough... This quarrel is meaningless except to divide us, Abidis, if you still have a last trace of confidence in us, then give us a little more time, I will go with Verding to find the Holy Thing, if we die... it proves that you are right, you are the last leader of the Silver Dawn Order, but if we come back alive with the relic..."

"Then I will quit!"

Abidis turned around, and there was a smirk on the old general's face. He was like a dying man who had exhausted all his strength. He said softly:

"If you bring it back, then you are heroes, then prove that your judgment is correct, and I am wrong... I will withdraw from the Knights Council of the Silver Dawn Order, and my daughter Bridget will take over The position of general...I am tired, Fording, Mograine, I am already too tired..."

"10 days! Don't torture me anymore. After 10 days, give me this coward who dies in Whispering Harbor, a real relief..."

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On the other side, in the dark temple suspended above the clouds in the sky, the high lord sat on his throne and looked at the guardian with the body stretched underneath. Another aide, Tyr, the once **** of justice, Elonaya 'S good friend, Azadas the Earth Shaper.

The guardian who lost his body washed his mind in the pure Titan energy, and his new body was created by the restarted Naraksha engine. The parameters adjusted by Lai himself, this new body is not like Originally so bloated, it was full of slenderness and flexibility, more like a miniature image of a Vrykul warrior.

"So, Your Excellency Azadas, do you have any suggestions for the trial of the silver hand left by His Excellency Tyre?"

The High Lord asked in a low voice, and Azadas responded with the deep voice inherent in rock life:

"I don’t think mortals are eligible to hold Lord Tyre’s sacred weapon... but since it is the request of the great guardian Lai, then I am willing to give this upcoming mortal a chance... I will be cleaned up again A trial of will is set in the Ruins of Uldaman, so that the trialer will go back to the way of the guardian 10,000 years ago. If they fail, it proves that they are not qualified to wave the silver hand!"

"Well, it sounds good."

Tyrion Mo's chin narrowed his eyes, and said to the guardian in front of him:

"Then, let all of you do it, and my advice to you is that one trial is far from testing the mindset of the tester. It is better to set up a few more and examine their strength, their will, and their Does it have the great idea of ​​guarding sentient beings like Lord Tyre..."

"For a relic such as the Silver Hand, no matter how complicated and difficult the trial is, it is worth it!"

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