Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Blake has sent another letter? What does he want us to do this time?"

In the chief's hall in Blackstone Mountain, the Saurfang brothers strode in with a very unhappy attitude. They were training troops in the lower level of Blackstone Tower when they were suddenly summoned by Red.

After learning that the message was sent by Black Shaw, the instinct of the orc warriors told them that trouble was coming again.

"It's a good thing this time!"

Faced with the dissatisfaction of the Saurfang brothers, Warchief Red was very happy.

He handed the letter in his hand to Varok and said:

"The captain is going to start a war on the continent of Kalimdor. He said he needs powerful warriors, and he also asked you two to go to the rescue. He said this is a good opportunity to show the power of the orcs to other people. Race.

And most importantly, this matter has something to do with Odin's enemy.

As two warriors favored by the Lord of War, it makes sense for them to be involved.

In addition, Kane Bloodhoof's clan is about to go to war with the centaurs. The captain's letter warned that this matter is related to Deep Rock Continent, one of the elemental realms.

He hopes that Elder Drek'Thar can also participate in it, and also hopes that this can carry forward the shamanic ways of the orcs. After reading the letter, I felt that the captain's analysis was very reasonable.

It does us no harm and we have absolutely no reason to refuse the invitation. "

"Do you dare to believe Blake's words?"

Brooks glared at Red, who was getting fatter and fatter, and said:

"Didn't we suffer enough from him? I didn't tell you his plan. He trapped us in Blackstone Mountain just to prevent the demon from invading in the future."

"What's this? The demons have landed in Draenor. You have all read the news brought back by the envoys we sent. From now on, we will return to our hometown and we will also fight against the demons."

Chief Red disagreed.

He held his Dark Hand warhammer, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said in a casual tone:

"Besides, although Azeroth is big, our blind escape is not the answer after all. The demons will not let go of this world, and they will not let us go.

Just as they seduced us on Draenor, there will always be a fight between us and them.

The Orcs and the Burning Legion also have many grievances to settle.

Instead of fighting back after being forced into a desperate situation, it is better to follow the captain's plan and live the devil on the top of the Black Rock Mountain.

No matter how dissatisfied humans are with us, they will still have to support us honestly when the time comes. There is no future or hope in fighting alone. Only in this way can we win the war with the help of companions.

Although I am a bit stupid, I still understand this simple truth. "

"It seems that you have been completely 'tamed' by Black, Red."

Varok said dissatisfiedly:

"You are the great chief of the orthodox tribe. Any decision you make must be based on safeguarding the interests of the orc race, rather than being at the mercy of a black-hearted pirate."

"But the problem is, the captain's suggestion is really based on the interests of the orcs."

Reid put his face on his hands, pointed at the letter in Varok's hand, and said:

"If you want to object, you have to come up with a reason, right? Do you think there is anything wrong with this plan? Tell me and I will listen? If what you say makes sense, I will listen to you immediately."

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Varok was a little embarrassed by Red's statement.

He is considered a smart person among the orcs, but even with Varok's intelligence, how can he find problems in the plan drawn up by Black Shaw?

He is a warrior.

It is enough for a cunning shaman like Drek'Thar to do this fault-finding job.

"Look, you can't tell what the problem is."

The great chief snorted, patted the table and said:

"Since there is no problem, then we can just implement it. If you think it is bad for the orthodox tribe to be manipulated by the captain, then you might as well think about it differently.

Think of Black Shaw as a ‘think tank’ hired by the orthodox tribe, and the letter in your hand is his development advice to us.

He has the right to make suggestions, but it is up to us to decide whether to adopt them or not.

Doesn’t it make you feel more comfortable if you think about it this way?

Hahaha, this is how I convinced myself, and the effect is outstanding.

Okay, the two warlords and the Nightborne spellcasters are already waiting in the teleportation hall. If there is no problem, you can pack up and prepare to go.

I will leave the military training affairs of the two of you to Warlord Eitrigg. His abilities are recognized by both of you. "

After speaking, Red waved his hand, indicating that they could exit.

The chief ate too much steak today and planned to take a nap.

In the next room, there are already the warchief's fanatical female orc "fans" waiting to discuss the future of the orthodox tribe with the chief.

Watching the Saurfang brothers leave, Red blinked and took out another letter from under the table.

This was written by Black specifically for him. It explained clearly why the Saurfang brothers must go to Silithus. Red unfolded the letter and smiled happily when he read it.

At the end, I even slapped the table and burst out laughing like a ghost, as if I had seen the funniest joke.

"Ah hahaha. It's really yours, captain vrykul shield girl and two old orcs. Hahaha. No, no, no, I can't stand just thinking about this scene. I really want to see with my own eyes whether these two old guys are alive or not. It’s so cute, hahahaha. It’s really the simple happiness of a fun person.”

The warchief with bad character laughed wildly and stood up. Thinking about something very rude, he walked into his bedroom. While being served by two pretty female orcs, he was thinking about a very strange question.

What should a child born to an orc and a vrykul be called?

Vrykul orcs?

It is said that the magical herbs and reproduction rituals of the Shield Maidens have strange effects, and they will definitely win the bid after one night. In other words, the Saurfang family will import another child.

If it is a boy, it is better and he will be sent back to his father to raise him.

Tsk tsk, I must give them names myself when the time comes. Oh my, the famous orc warrior family is going to grow stronger again. This is a beautiful thing.

Worthy of being a captain.

It is indeed dark wisdom, Red is convinced again.

While the great chief was engaging in these crooked ways, in the Eastern Continent, in the Stratholme region of northern Xinjiang, a ceremony of great importance was also taking place in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, the Holy Land of the Holy Light Church.

Today, the three and outer three floors of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel are strictly guarded by paladins and priests. Even Grand Inquisitor Isenlien, who serves as the bishop of the Diocese of Kul Tiras, rushed back here in person.

The five first-generation knights of the church gathered together. They each held weapons and stood outside the deepest room of the chapel, not allowing anyone to get close.

In the room behind them, the scorching holy light condensed into an entity was like the sun coming to the world, constantly radiating warmth and holiness outwards.

But one can also hear the slightly painful moans of an old man, as if he was undergoing a punishment.

"Fording! Are you really sure about the safety of this ritual?"

The great knight Uther held the Silver Hand warhammer and looked worriedly at the closed door behind him. Mysterious geometric patterns even appeared on the wooden door due to the impact of energy overload.

The power of pure holy light is so amazing.

Under the constant erosion, even this ordinary wooden door almost became a blessed "holy object".

Such a grand scene should have made Holy Light believers cheer for joy, but when the power of justice was raised to a level beyond mortal imagination, even the most sincere believers felt worried.

Facing Uther's twenty-eighth inquiry from morning to now, Old Fording had no choice but to answer again with the same words.

The knight, who still looked a little dusty, said in a deep voice:

"I cannot guarantee its absolute safety. When the Draenei prophet gave me the knowledge of the Light Forging Ceremony, he also personally warned me that the Light Forging Ceremony is risky.

This ritual strengthens the Holy Light Walker both physically and mentally. It requires those who accept the ritual to have pure faith and a tough body, and not to be seduced by the darkness produced in the ritual.

What's more important is that after entering the illusion called the 'Eternal Crucible' created by the ritual, you must accept the test from the Holy Light. "

Fording looked at the closed door behind him and said:

"I have no doubt about Mian's will. The only thing I'm worried about is Mian's body. He has been tortured a lot by the activated holy light. He may die due to weakness."

"Will not!"

Turalyon, the youngest knight, leaned on the great royal sword in his hand and said firmly:

"For a sincere person like you, the fire of his will will be transformed into endless life to support him through this ceremony, and he will be reborn with the blessing of the Holy Light."

"If this ritual works."

High Knight Gavin Rad, who has been guarding Marshal Lothar in the North County Monastery of the Kingdom of Stormwind, whispered:

"Perhaps we can also arrange one for Marshal Lothar."

"Marshal Lothar is not a paladin."

The silent Dathrohan sighed and said:

“The Holy Light may favor such a great man, but it will be difficult for it to bestow its own power on him.

Fording went through all kinds of hardships to bring back the knowledge of Light Forging. If His Majesty can confirm the gift of Holy Light, perhaps the Knights of the Silver Hand will also gain new power.

The devil is ready to move in the outer realm, and I feel that the storm is coming. The arrival of this knowledge is not just a promise, but perhaps a warning. "

"Mograine is here!"

Just when Uther was about to speak, he saw a sturdy paladin striding into the chapel. Grand Duke Mograine had a serious face. He walked quickly and shouted to his companions:

"I think you are crazy! How dare you let me try this kind of power of unknown origin? Do you know that once something happens to me, the Seven Congresses will immediately be in chaos?

quick!

Open the door, we need to terminate this ritual, and even if we try, we should let others do it instead."

"This is your request, Mograine, calm down."

Fording dissuaded:

"I wanted to try it on Your Majesty's behalf, but he stopped me. He was unwilling to put others at risk because of him. It was difficult for us to persuade him."

"Ah, Holy Light."

A miserable cry came from the room behind, and the six knights became nervous at the same time. His Majesty's cry was filled with intense pain, as if he himself was about to melt.

"Step aside!"

Grand Duke Mograine pushed Fording away in excitement and kicked the door in front of him, smashing the wooden door stained with mysterious patterns into pieces.

As a noble paladin, Mograine understands the significance of Alonsos Faol to human civilization better than his simple companions.

He was very anxious, fearing that his Majesty would "play with fire and burn himself" this time.

But the moment the great knight rushed into the room, an extremely bright and infinite sacred light beam bloomed in front of him.

Its power was so powerful that at the moment it erupted, it enveloped the entire Holy Light's Hope Chapel as well as the surrounding paladins and priests guarding it with a curtain of light.

The believers of the Holy Light who were shrouded in it seemed to hear the echo of bright hymns at this moment.

In the light they saw something mysterious and holy, composed of swaying crystals.

The glorious vision made these believers feel the warmth of their souls being soothed by the holy light. Some fanatics even shed tears on the spot, knelt down to pray and repent of their sins.

The most exciting person was the absolute representative of the fanatics, Grand Inquisitor Isenlien who shouted all day long that he wanted to burn heretics to death.

He stood stunned in the burst of holy light, as if he had seen the most magnificent sight in his life.

Just for a moment, tears of excitement flowed down. The old priest opened his arms and shouted the grace of the Holy Light in a heart-piercing voice.

He knew that the light casting ceremony under the crown was successful.

He knew that from this moment on, human civilization would have a "holy man", a living "holy spirit" who would walk on the earth, spread bright righteous faith throughout the world, and illuminate those pagans and unbelievers. Dark and sad heart.

This is enlightenment!

There is no doubt that this is the enlightenment given to this world by the Holy Light!

This is the best compliment the Holy Light can give to its sincere believers!

In the chapel, in front of the broken wooden door, the six paladins stared dumbly at the scene in front of them. Everything in the room was burned by the blazing fire of the Holy Light.

Only the crown of Alonsos Faol stood in the rolling golden flames. The clothes under the crown were also burned, revealing a body as strong as a young man with clear muscle lines.

What's even more strange is that on his skin, the bright tattoos engraved by the elven arcane masters of Narthalas College have now turned into the holy holy patterns of light that he was born with, just like that under his crown. above the body.

With every breath he took, those sacred patterns flickered and flickered.

There is nothing deviant about what a person with a tattoo should be, but instead gives people a sense of mystery and holiness that comes from the heart. Under the crown, he maintained a half-kneeling posture, just like his movements when praying every night.

Lines of golden light mist rose around his body, and there was even a faint illusion of golden wings flapping.

This is the Lightforger.

A noble title that can only be obtained by the official elect of the Holy Light among the stars.

"This is all the will of the Holy Light."

Under the burning golden flame, Fa'ao said in a slightly weak tone:

"I have sensed the letter sent here by Blake, and I have sensed the will of the Holy Light. We must participate in the righteous battle against the fallen god!

Uther, Fordring, Dathrohan, and Mograine, you must take the holy objects and follow me to the Desert of Silithus, where you will meet the fateful moment of this world.

Turalyon and Gavin Ladd, return to your posts. A dark storm will blow in Azeroth, and we cannot live up to the expectations of the Holy Light. "

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

The six knights accepted the order at the same time. After they left, His Majesty, who had changed his clothes again, summoned Miss Partrice, who had performed well recently and had been promoted to a high-level priest.

A very strange order was given to her.

"You will also come with us to Silithus, child, but you will bring with you the dark evil that was suppressed beneath the Light's Hope Chapel."

His Majesty, leaning on the holy staff, told Partrice:

"Don't tell others about this, and don't ask for more details about it. This is the promise of the Holy Light. The Holy Light has given us weapons to defeat evil through the hands of the Templar Assassins and Pirate Prophets.

We must make good use of it, and we must not be afraid to reach into the soil for those beautiful things that represent hope. "