Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Da da da"

A heavy horseshoe sound disturbed the calm night of the Stratholme area. The young knight guarding the outpost in Andorhal was awakened by the rush of horseshoes. The responsible and brave paladin rushed out of his post, just watch To a knight riding a horse on his way to his position.

In this silent and gloomy night, a warm and bright silver holy light shone on his body, making him look like a paladin walking out of myth.

"Revived"

The tired old knight pulled up the horse rein, and in the hiss of the war horse, he looked at the young knight with a surprised face, and in the glint of the divine silver holy light, he said quietly:

"Child, send a message to the Silver Dawn Order immediately!"

"Just say...the ancient relics, the miracle of the light, the hands of silver, come back tonight!"

A moment later, a bright warning firework rushed into the sky from this obscure sentry, and the entire quiet Stratholme area also became more noisy because of this sudden news.

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The news of the return of the great knight of Alessandro Mograine with the ancient artifacts, just as the same bundle of ignited explosives was thrown into the water, immediately set off an uproar in the Silver Dawn Order.

In this night, even the ascetic monks who were far away in the Light of Hope Chapel were alarmed, and they marched in groups towards the hand of Tyre in the night to witness the legendary **** of justice. The weapon, and the relationship between the **** of justice Tyre and the Holy Light Church, is very special. It can be said that this artifact is not just a weapon. It symbolizes the orthodoxy of Holy Light in the world of faith.

In the eyes of all believers, this is a very, very important thing, even more important than anything else.

Right now, the artifact that attracted the uproar was placed generously by the Grand Knight in the hall of Tyr’s Hand Castle. On a quaint stone platform, the pure power of the Holy Light was like a magic power. The two-handed warhammer is suspended on the stone platform. Its shape is simple and atmospheric, just like the warhammer often used by soldiers on the battlefield.

One side of its warhammer was wrapped in silver, like naturally occurring crystals, into a spike, which shone with the power of the divine light, like a burning golden flame, and the other side was a circle The body of the heavy hammer has a golden lion-like carving on the top of the warhammer. The back end of the warhammer has a chain engraved with sacred runes. It is like an ornament, but it is more like a part of this sacred martial art.

The sale of this warhammer is excellent. Under the ancient and clumsy appearance, there is a hint of thick and indestructible majesty. Anyone who sees it will worship it. The only problem is that this warhammer and The Silver Hand Warhammer in the records of the Holy Light Church seems to be a little different...

But this can also be explained. Azeroth has many legendary weapons currently in the hands of mortal warriors, the most famous of which is the human emperor Losa and his adopted son Varian Wrynn. Legendary weapon destroyer, that long sword was in the eyes of many people, because of the change of the holder, it changed its appearance.

This is an adaptation of the legendary weapon to the power of the sword bearer, and only a real legendary weapon has this ability that is almost mythical.

The hand of silver is the weapon of Tyre, the **** of justice. It naturally has such a capability. It is probably that the Grand Knight of Mograine was approved by this weapon, so this weapon was transformed into a form more suitable for him.

And while countless paladins came to worship this ancient deity, in a room in the hands of Tyre, returning from a long journey, the Great Knight of Mograine, who had just taken a nap for a while, was also looking. The ugly General Abidis was talking.

"The adjutant of the ancient **** Lord Tyre, the guardian Azadas, presided over the long and majestic trial, and Fording and I participated in the election."

Knight Mograine, who was trimming his messy beard, said to General Abidis:

"In the middle of the trial, the guardian proposed a loyal trial, and Fording voluntarily withdrew, giving me a further possibility, but because of Fording's selfless sacrifice, he also received another precious opportunity."

The knight said easily:

"Now that Verding has arrived at Howling Bay in Northrend, he will be there to trace the trace of another ancient sacred object. If nothing unexpected happens, after a maximum of one month, the Silver Dawn Order will have The second gift of the Holy Light...I believe that this good news will greatly encourage the faith of believers, and the Pope will feel proud under the crown."

"This is indeed good news...your return is proof that my thinking has indeed gone wrong, and I admit...maybe I did something wrong."

The slightly decadent General Abidis drank a glass of wine. He looked at Mograine. After a while, he said bitterly:

"But Mograine, there is a worse thing, I must tell you, did you notice something strange in Tyr's hand when you entered the city?"

"Ok?"

This problem caused the Grand Knight Mograine to frown. He put down the razor in his hand. He said:

"If you say this, it seems really weird. I see the knights guarding in the castle seem a little clear. Some knights have a special badge on their chest. I think it is like the Brotherhood of the Holy Light. Small community organization, but now I hear you... there seems to be some hidden feelings in it?"

"Anduin. Wrynn... that little devil!"

The old general closed his eyes. He recalled what happened in the past ten days. He gritted his teeth and said:

"After you and Fording left, he set off a...rebellion!"

"what?"

Mograine's eyes widened:

"Anduin? Rebellion? Are you drunk? Abidis, he is only 9 years old!"

"Of course not just him! Alessandro."

The old general snorted with dissatisfaction, he covered the embarrassment in his eyes by the action of drinking:

"Some restless little knights are helping him, Colfax and Thomas, and... also, my daughter Bridget, Fording's son Tyran, and... and your son Dalyan also has your adopted daughter, White, and I don’t know what method they used. They also attracted the high rank knights of Marran, one of the three commanders of the regiment, and some elite knights stationed in the Chapel of the Hope of Light. .. In short, they have now formed a church group themselves."

"Those crazy children made a **** "light casting ritual" themselves, and also called themselves "Holy crusaders." They said that we had fallen into the wrong faith. They wanted to save us from that mistake. Come out...oh, I might be really old, Mograine."

General Abidis leaned back in his chair with some tiredness. He covered his face with his hand. He said softly:

"I used all methods, but with little success, in just ten days, one third of the knights were on their side... I have no way to deal with these younger generations, and I can’t declare them directly. It was rebellion, and then sent troops to suppress them... Ethan Lien was not satisfied with this situation, but he did not have a very good way, this controversy of faith even extended to the Hearth Valley Army, now Esen Lien It’s like sitting on a fire."

"I underestimated him, Mograine, we underestimated him..."

"That child is as cunning as his adoptive father Tyrion."

This description made the eyes of Grand Knight Mograine dignified. He did not expect that after this trip, such a bad thing would happen to the headquarters. An old knight like him who has experienced many things will not be arbitrary. It is like the matter right now that he believes that a certain thing is right or wrong, he feels that he needs to know it for himself.

But before that, he had another thing to tell Abidis in front of him.

"Abidis, when I left Aldaman Holy Land, Azadas the shaper gave me a warning."

The big knight touched his beard that he had just trimmed. He said to the old knight in front of him:

"His Lord Azadas told me the past story of Tyre, the **** of justice. It was an ugly conspiracy among the gods. He told me that since we mortals inherited the will of Lord Tyre, we must shoulder Tyre. Your unfinished legacy, as the mission that must be undertaken by the hands of the holy relics of silver, we must participate in the battle behind the upcoming Titan City "Audur"!"

The Grand Knight of Mograine said seriously:

"This is also the reason why I rushed back to Tyr in an emergency. We must dedicate our strength to the world’s self-help before the **** betrayer Loken destroys the fate of this world, so this time, I will take away some old Knight, join the war in Northrend..."

"This is a responsibility that we cannot avoid! It is also a mission that must be fulfilled by our successors, Tyre!"

"Oh?"

The words of the great knight of Mograine made the old general who was somewhat decadent because of the "treason" of the baby girl immediately come to the spirit. He straightened his body and calculated the request of the knight. After a moment, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. To the Grand Knight:

"Of course! And I think this is an opportunity..."

"The children may just be blinded by a seemingly noble idea, so I think it is necessary for us to test the true face of this so-called "holy army" before them, carrying these knights who claim to be justice We go to the battlefield, and I believe that no matter what they want to do, they will reveal their true will on the battlefield."

General Abidis stood up. He turned around the desk with excitement a few times. He looked back at Mograine. He said aloud:

"That's it! I'll go with you! Alessandro, I will let my baby girl see the bragging words of the little devil crushed on the real battlefield, Anduin tries to deceive our knights with rhetoric, Then let him prove himself on the battlefield!"

The older and stronger old general snorted:

"If he is really a hero like Varian, if they can prove their way of the Holy Light during the war, then I, I don't mind if the Holy Army continues to exist."

This proposal silenced the Grand Knight Mograine, but he nodded a few seconds later.

"Well, it works, so do it!"

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Old General Abidis returned to his bedroom in the castle. The room was somewhat scattered. Of course, for an old soldier who has often been drunk recently, such a disorder is expected.

Once upon a time, the old general was also a very strict person, regardless of his life or his life, but after suffering the tragic loss of his wife and the country, his life and beliefs have also been changed. Too much.

Disaster can always change a person.

But tonight, the old general did not open the wine cabinet as usual. He lit the candlelight on the table. In the fluttering flames, he leaned on his chair and reached out to pick up the clean, clean table. Photo frame.

He caressed the photo frame very gently. It was something of a few years old, and the patterns on it were blurred. In the photo frame, there was a magical image made by the masters of Dalaran for General Abidis In that video, he was still young at the time as a rising military star of the empire, and beside him wearing a straight military uniform were his gentle wife and his young daughter.

That was the magic image they took in Stratholme City, and that was the happiest time in General Abidis' life.

Time is a cruel thing, especially after you are old, it will not give you more generously, but will ruthlessly take away the things you cherish one by one from you. .. until you are alone and greet the arrival of death.

"Martha, our daughter has grown up."

Amid the candlelight, General Abidis stroking the frame, he said softly:

"She began to look for the meaning of her life and no longer blindly followed me or others. I always quarreled with her because of this, but in my heart, I felt very proud of her choice of her life path.. ."

"She already has wings strong enough to soar in the sky of this world, she no longer needs my protection..."

"Ah, I'm on the battlefield again, Martha..."

"This will be my last battle, maybe soon, I will go with you, but before that... my daughter, our pride... Bridget, she must survive her stereotype 'S father gave her the last trial..."

"She will be a hero, but she doesn't have to suffer the pain we have suffered... this will be the last gift I left to her..."

"Martha, wait for me..."

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