Azeroth’s Death Track

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Chaldean Morgan felt like a long dream.

Although the soul cannot dream, after losing the protection and support of flesh and blood, the pure spiritual body also has the same characteristics as the dead spirit, and the memories will become very pale for them, lacking authenticity, and indulging in the memories The feeling in the middle is not very good, and when leaving the memories and facing the icy reality, the strong drop feeling will also make the spirit feel very painful.

Therefore, if it is not necessary, the spirit is not willing to recall the past.

The Chaldean in the spirit state felt warm. It was like sitting in a burning fireplace when lethargic, letting the warm flame roast his cold body, in a lethargic state, there was A voice was guiding him, as if the wanderer had returned to his mother's arms.

He remembered many things, those things he wanted to forget, but could not forget...

The past in Dunhold Castle was the beginning of a turbulent period when Chaldean chaplain was really young.

He witnessed General Blackmore’s eager-willed general to order the execution of the elven Ranger Roglio who came to seek help. He recalled that after witnessing the ugly things happening, he was captured by fear in his heart, and he was in a state of panic. Sun crazily confessed to the Holy Light, and in those icy nights, how did he wake up from the nightmare again and again.

He remembered his first meeting with Tyrion. At that time, Tyrion was just a slightly stronger death knight. At that time, he had just completed his final obligation to Quel'Thalas. He wanted to find his brother. In the night forest outside Dunhold Castle, Chaldeans was once again defeated by fear and inner shame and confession. He became an accomplice to the death knights.

But also that night, he reached an agreement with the death knight to save more than 2,000 panic fighters from the defeat.

That was the first turning point in his fate as a priest of Holy Light. The story written in fear was so sour every time it was read. At that time, Chaldeans still had a conscience, and he still contaminated his own hands. Feeling humiliated by his blood, he was still fighting, trying to escape control from the darkness.

Then it was a period of time in the Kingdom of Storms, which was almost the best time in Chaldean life. Except for the constant exclusion of Archbishop Benedictus, everything was very comfortable. He concentrated on the North County Monastery Studying the doctrine of the Holy Light, and Miss Millie, who was very young at that time, gave her a hug, so that Pastor Chaldean wanted to be immersed in that wonderful time forever.

But destiny was never tender to the people he cared about, and the good times were fleeting. Soon, Chaldeans fell into a conspiracy again. Tyrion resented Chaldeans’ disobedience. This chess piece, which is unwilling to join in with him and is not easy to use, has lost patience. He has set a vicious plan to punish him.

He sent the blade of the dark empire into the hands of Chaldeans... he let the power of the void become the shackles of Chaldeans.

In the decades after that, the memories were blurred by the participation of the void, and even the mother of light, Zela, could not find a trace of clues in the soul impregnated by the void, but plundered After the memories invaded by the void, she can still see some fragmented fragments. Among them, Chaldean was very painful. He struggled between the void and the holy light. He did not want to fall like that, but she could not get there. Climb out of the quagmire.

And the last moment of Chaldean's memory was in the cell of Yog-Saron, the ancient god. He looked at the high lord Tyrion who walked out of the mirror of the blood pool. The **** of death was cold. An absolutely indifferent light shone on his face. The blade of death light in his hand firmly penetrated the heart of Chaldeans. In his eyes when he was dying, he saw the picture of Tyrion binding the blade of the dark empire...

He is free...

He finally escaped the control of the void, but the price he paid was his life...

After that, in the eyes of Chaldeans, only darkness remained...

"Ah, a soul full of contradictions, a soul that has never yielded, a soul that knows love and love, a soul struggling between darkness and light, a soul that sees through the changes of the world, and one that has experienced the most terrible Desperate soul...I finally know why Tyrion attaches great importance to you, and why he treats you as his treasure."

Zela's warm voice rang in the chaotic spirit of Chaldeans, accompanied by waves of chanting like a hymn, a touch of warmth, like flowing water, slowly poured into the weak soul of Chaldeans , On the bright side of his soul, between the gentle light swaying, the dark power that occupied the Chaldean soul was constantly oppressed.

A touch of mysterious golden magic pattern gleamed on the Chaldean soul, and countless golden lines ran wild in the darkness, shaping a new body for this soul... just like a pure light casting ceremony .

"Such a soul is rare even among the stars...you gave me a surprise, Chaldean. Morgan...you will represent the future of the Holy Light..."

That warm, mother-like voice made the tired soul of Chaldeans groan comfortably, and then fell asleep.

"Welcome to join... The Legion of Light..."

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When Chaldeans regained consciousness again, he no longer had the strange twist of being a spirit. It seemed that his soul had returned to the body again, but when Chaldeans opened his eyes, he found , His soul is carried in a healthier body, and he can feel that the fit between him and the Holy Light has never been so clear.

He suddenly raised his head and let himself sit up from the cold bed. He raised his hands in surprise and looked at the flexible fingers in front of him. He felt the existence of flesh and blood, and in his vision, his double Some golden lines are still shining on the arm, just like some weird tattoos.

"Light Forged Body..."

The archbishop stroked the golden devil pattern on his arm. He had seen such a body filled with holy light in Ulduar. This is the body of the more than 40 light-cast Paladins under the command of Xiao Anduin. The body blessed by the Holy Light is strong and strong. More importantly, the will of the Holy Light always shines on such a pure body. For a sincere believer of the Holy Light, there is nothing more satisfying than this. Praise.

But even so, the Chaldeans, who had regained their flesh and blood, were still a bit dazed. He didn’t know why he appeared in this strange place. He looked up and looked in all directions, which seemed to be a draenei style. The temple, on the walls made of steel, is filled with beautiful gem embellishments everywhere, and on top of those gems, there are inscriptions of the Holy Light.

As the Archbishop of the Storm Kingdom and a high-level member of the Holy Light Church, the Chaldeans could read the obscure texts of the draenei. He carefully observed these gems inlaid on the wall. , Can read a trace of familiar fanaticism.

This should be the residence of a group of believers of the Holy Light...

While watching the texts in Chaldeans, behind him, the cabin of the draenei-style spacecraft flying among the stars slipped silently, and another person appeared in Caleb with food and drinking water Behind the body, the powerful senses brought to the Chaldeans by the light-forged body made him look back immediately, and then he saw a real "acquaintance."

"Tulayan Tutor!"

Chaldean looked at the human paladin in golden armor in front of him, he could not help but exclaimed.

Although the man's cheeks had become old, although his hair had become gray, and although his temperament was completely different from the memory of Chaldeans, Chaldeans still recognized the paladin in front of him at a glance. It is Turalyon, one of the first knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

And before becoming a great knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Turalyon was a mentor of Chaldeans. Chaldeans became the priest of the Holy Light, and the christening ceremony was presided over by Turalyon.

But there was no trace of joy on Chaldee's face. On the contrary, he was full of vigilance.

Chaldeans had no spell-casting weapons in his hands, but when the Holy Light Church promoted the ashes knight's canon, he also withstood the training of the ashes knight. He showed a skillful fighting posture and aimed his fist that shone with the power of the holy light. Turalyon in front of him.

"Who the **** are you! Are you Turalyon, or the demon incarnate! Hugh wants to deceive me! Let's show it!"

Chaldean's vigilance and unabashed hostility caused Paladin Tulayan to sigh. He put the food and water in his hands on the table, and then raised his hands to signal that he was not malicious. He looked at the Chaldean, he can still recall how he taught the disciple in front of him to learn the doctrine of the Holy Light almost 20 years ago.

The time passed by, and I experienced the frustration of fate and became a member of the Legion of Light away from home, and the Chaldean Morgan, my apprentice, was also old...

"Chaldean! I am Turalyon, your mentor, the great knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand."

Turalyon's eyes shone with a gentle and sad light, he said softly:

"I am also the commander-in-chief and archbishop of the Legion of Light... so many things have happened over the years, I don’t know what you have experienced, but believe me, the one standing in front of you is definitely a Holy Light Devout, not a demon incarnation..."

"To shut up!"

Chaldean scolded, his eyes beating with undisguised anger:

"It is because we trusted another demon who also claimed to be a "believer of the Holy Light" that caused us to lose Dalaran, let the demon head drive straight in, and only let Emperor Lothar die in the battlefield, and let us fall apart! You, You may as well guess the name of the demon?"

"Let me tell you, he is also called... Turalyon!"

"Ah, I know him."

Archbishop Turalyon of the Legion of Light sighed and said to Chaldean:

"I know that it is really another "Turalyon", I can assure you that he and I are real, and that what he is doing is not as simple as you seem, I can Reassure, another Turalyon is not doing bad things. On the contrary, he is trying to protect Azeroth like me, just...it's just a different way."

"What the **** are you talking about? Are you crazy?"

Chaldean became puzzled by Turalyon's explanation, but he still did not relax his guard. He looked at the silently closed cabin door behind Turalyon, as well as the various Light Warriors of all races coming and going outside the cabin Most of them are some draenei, and everyone has been transformed by the light casting ceremony.

"What is this place? How did you bring me out?"

Chaldean glanced at the food and drinking water beside him, and his stomach made a long-lost cooing noise. In the years of coexisting with the void, Chaldean almost never had a good meal, now His light-cast body seems to have recovered his instinct as a flesh and blood creature.

"Eat! I promise no poison."

Seeing the embarrassment of Chaldeans, Turalyon took a step back with a smile and said to Chaldeans:

"The mother of light, Zela, rescued you from Azeroth. This is a very long and complicated story, but fortunately, we have enough time to talk, let’s eat first, Chaldean, in After your break is over, I will take you to see Zela, and she will explain it to you."

Speaking of which, Turalyon said with emotion:

"And I also heard about your experience from Zela over the years, I am sorry, my disciple, when you need me most, I failed to help you by your side... but the years of disaster have passed , You have been reborn in the Holy Light, in short, welcome home, my disciple, my friend."

After talking, Turalyon planned to turn around and leave, but in the collision of his golden armor, the low voice of Chaldeans sounded behind him:

"I... I heard something about the body of Lightforging in Azeroth. I heard that Paladins who have experienced the Lightforging Ceremony will be granted the Holy Light. It is difficult for time to change their Look, but Turalyon... tutor, why... why are you so old..."

This problem caused Turalyon, the archbishop of the Holy Light Corps, to show a regretful smile. He turned to look at his disciples. He said:

"It's very simple, Chaldean, in your eyes, time has only passed for more than ten years, but in my senses, I have been accompanied by the warriors of the spaceship Zenidar and the Legion of Light, burning with the stars The legions have fought for a whole...1000 years..."

"It was a difficult 1000 years, but it was also a 1000 year full of glory and mission. It changed me in the millennium war. It showed me the endless wars among the stars. The terrible war enveloped the world. In our eyes, Azeroth may be more important than everything, but in this war, Azeroth is just one of the battlefields..."

A trace of perseverance and stubbornness flashed on Turalyon's old cheeks with scars:

"The predictions of Zella’s fate tell us that Azeroth will be the most important battlefield to determine the fate of the stars. The Legion of Light will go there sooner or later, and at that time, we will stand on our land and come with the demons. A deadly contest!"

"Forget all the disputes of Azeroth, Chaldeans, that is meaningless...even if it is a war between humans and orcs, it is meaningless."

He stretched his fists, knocked on the armor on his chest, and said to the stunned Chaldeans there:

"Now, soldiers from Azeroth, welcome to join the Eternal War!"

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