Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"You can't do it. You can't even call her name. My baby obviously doesn't like you. Go, go, go, let the next person come quickly, don't waste time."

In the airspace above the Evil of This World, in the Hall of Valhalla, which was moving with the ship to the Antolan Wasteland and serving as a guard and lookout, in the center of the huge golden competition ring, the idiot Finna was making a fortune. The swordsman was sitting on a golden chair, and in front of her, warriors from all races were lined up in a long line and were being "tested" by Fenner.

Well, to be precise, it was to be tested by a golden holy sword suspended in front of Fenner.

This super large competitive ring was not originally intended for this purpose.

In the Hall of Valor under Odin's rule, this is a place where heroic spirits compete in martial arts. A large number of heroic spirits fight here every day to hone their skills, or to solve some personal problems caused by someone's bad mouth.

In short, this is a place full of battle glory, and it must not be used for stupid soldiers to do what they are doing now.

But isn’t Odin gone now?

Although the core of his thinking has been hidden by Raiden, and although Odin is not without the possibility of resurrection, after the death of the King of War, the entire Hall of Valor has suddenly lost its absolute soul figure, although Thorim is here Sitting in charge, but coordinating the Legion of Heroes is enough to keep the Storm Guardian busy.

He has no time to care about what Fenna is doing here.

Besides, the stupid warrior is not playing around.

She is really doing something serious.

The orc warrior who was scolded by Fenner as "unqualified" walked away in despair. The next person to step forward was a heroic female knight.

She was wearing golden full-body armor, holding a battle helmet, and carrying a lance on her back.

Just looking at the weight of this set of equipment is enough to crush a grown man, and the way this woman walks with ease tells you that she is a real strong man.

that's the truth.

"Hey, isn't this Ms. Tuhart?"

Fenna immediately became interested when she saw this lady who had been serving as the Grand Instructor of the Paladin in the Holy Light Sect of Nathalas Theological Seminary all year round. She sat upright enthusiastically and started chatting with the female knight in front of her.

she says:

"I really didn't know that you were also recruited here, otherwise I would have come to see you for a fight a few days ago. The last time we were in the Blade Fist Arena, we didn't have a winner yet."

"I can't defeat you now, the 'great' God of Courage."

Ms. Tuhart, the ever-victory champion of the Blade Fist Arena, the "Judge" brushed her short hair, smiled boldly, and said to Fenner in front of her:

"Look how much the heroic spirits around here respect you. I heard that you have seized the power of God Tyr? When are you going to perform at the Knights of the Silver Hand?

You know, the name "Silver Hand" was given in memory of the god Tyr. "

"Hehe, I'm just lucky."

Fenna scratched her head and waved her hands in embarrassment under the boast:

"But I'm not going to be completely tortured by you when it comes to riding horses and fighting. Who doesn't know that your riding skills are the best in the Holy Light Church? Oh, let's not talk about it anymore. Come and hold my precious sword. .”

Fenner pointed at the Ashbringer suspended in front of her, which was reshaped by Muradin yesterday, and she said:

"Maybe you can become her new owner."

"she?"

Ms. Tuhart was pulled over by several fellow Paladins who "failed the challenge."

She originally had no interest in such a silly-sounding activity, but when she saw with her own eyes the scorching holy light emitted by the recast Ashbringer, she became interested.

The powerful female knight commander moved her gauntlet and prepared to draw her sword while saying to Fenner:

"Are you like those disgusting guys who regard your weapon as your wife? Also, I have seen you wielding this sword in battle before. I also heard that the Ashbringer fought off the Corruption in the world of Draenor. The saga of the Titans.

Even the lowly greenskins extol the sword's power.

Why give it away now? "

"I don't want to either."

Fenner said with a grimace:

"Originally, after Muradin reshaped it, I planned to use it for myself. This world is full of demons. With the Ashbringer in hand, I can kill until I'm a hundred years old!

But the problem is, something strange seems to have gone wrong after adding Zera's Holy Light Core to this sword.

She still knows me.

But she doesn't want to be used by me anymore.

Probably because I walk the path of wrath and not the path of light.

She now longs to be held by her true master to seek justice for the Draenei in the apocalyptic world of Argus. She also longs to see her most blazing holy light break through the darkness in this desperate place.

But she must find a qualified owner.

There was nothing I could do, so I recruited sword-wielders from warriors from all walks of life, in order to find a 'son-in-law' for my precious sword. You know, this sword was forged by me after painstaking efforts in collecting materials.

She is just like my daughter. "

"What a strange idea. You, you are suitable for spending too long with your crazy brother."

Ms. Toohart complained.

Later, amid the cheers and cheers of a group of Silver Hand paladins, Tuhart took a deep breath, stretched out his hands and grasped the hilt of the Ashbringer's sword floating in front of him.

This sword was reshaped by Muradin into its original form of a brutally lethal broad-blade sword. However, because the material was elemental steel, even after it was repaired with the Heart of Light, the blade still retained the naked eye. Visible cracks.

This gives the sword a "broken" aesthetic.

But it does not actually affect its use. The sword is still strong and sharp enough, and blessed by the core power of the Mother of Holy Light, it is extremely hot, enough to easily kill a high-level demon and then burn it to ashes.

This is also the reason why it attracts so many anti-demon warriors to try it.

Seeing that the decisive battle is about to begin, being able to obtain a Holy Light Blade in this situation will definitely greatly increase your chances of surviving in the subsequent battles, and will definitely help you obtain supreme merit.

Unfortunately, the reborn Ashbringer seems to have too high an eye.

Before Ms. Tuhat arrived, Chief Sunwalker who came to Argus with Lao Niu came to try. The believers of the Sun God who also use the Holy Light are very powerful and their personalities are very consistent with the teachings of the Holy Light, but they still failed. Ashbringer Tamed.

"Buzz"

When Ms. Tuhart, the absolute representative of the female knights of the Holy Light Church, held the Ashbringer in her hands, a bright holy light burst out like a beam of light, which caused bursts of cheers from the crowd.

Especially the human soldiers watching the excitement around were beating gongs and drums.

They think they will win this time!

Sure enough, humans are the species blessed by the Holy Light.

Ms. Tuhart also felt the Ashbringer talking to her in her hand, which made her feel that she had a good chance of holding this holy sword.

But after a few seconds, the holy light dimmed.

This made the judge sigh in his heart. It seemed that he was still a little short of the standards of the Supreme Holy Blade.

"You are already very powerful. Don't be discouraged. The light you emit is much brighter than the tauren just now."

Fenna was also a little disappointed, but she still comforted her good friend, pointed to the forge at the other end of the Hall of Valor, and whispered to Tuhat:

"You go there to find Muradin and choose a 'souvenir' from him."

"souvenir?"

The female knight who was about to leave said in surprise:

"You really treat this as a little turtle game, why do you still have souvenirs?"

"Don't underestimate them. They are weapons made by Muradin using Zera's body fragments. Although they are certainly not as powerful as the Ashbringer, they are definitely stronger than ordinary weapons due to the connection between the Naaru and the Holy Light. a lot of.

And as long as you master the Holy Light well enough, those weapons can also burst out the natural power of 'Ash Judgment' like the Ashbringer. "

Fenner explained in a low voice:

"This selection of the Holy Sword is actually not just my impromptu initiative. Old man Velen and His Majesty Fao are behind the scenes. They plan to use those Naaru weapons to form an 'Ashes Expeditionary Army' to fight in the final battle of Antolan." Take on the most dangerous missions.

This is inside information.

Don't say I don't take care of you. "

"Okay, you can handle it!"

Tuhart suddenly became interested. This bold female knight patted the "God of Courage" on the shoulder, hummed a hymn and shook her hair, and left the competitive ring heroically.

"Next, next!"

Fenner picked up the loudspeaker at hand and shouted:

"Don't move! Don't jump in line! Hey! The dwarf gunner over there! I saw you peeking up the skirt of the elf in front of you! Be careful!"

This noisy scene fell into the eyes of Grand Duke Mograine, who was hiding himself in a hood behind the crowd, making the Archbishop of the Legion of Holy Light shake his head.

Next to him, Captain Faria, the hooded adjutant with small hoofs, looked at the Ashbringer floating in front of Fenner, with a trace of nostalgia and respect in her eyes.

When she saw Mograine was about to leave, she reached out and pulled the corner of the Archbishop's clothes.

she says:

"Why don't you give it a try? Archbishop, I can feel that Zella's will still remains in the holy sword. Maybe she realized her destiny and made arrangements.

That supreme holy blade is Zera's gift to you.

I feel that as long as you go, you will definitely be able to pick it up. I feel that you are the ashes bringer of destiny! "

"Well, Blake has said this to me before."

Mograine let out a deep laugh. He did not look back, but just reached out and took Captain Faria's hand and whispered:

"That may indeed have been my destiny, but I don't need it anymore. What Zela and Lula taught me is far more powerful than a holy sword.

Besides, Lula's core will also be forged into our own Holy Light Blade, so let's leave this Holy Blade to those who need it more.

Come, follow me.

We went to meet His Majesty Faao and my children. Renault, who had been away from me for more than a thousand years, actually came here. Frankly speaking, as a father, I was a little overwhelmed.

Maybe having you by my side can make me stronger. "

"That pirate is not a good guy!"

Captain Faria did not refuse to accompany her commander, but she still criticized Black in her heart.

She whispered to Mograine:

"When I met him yesterday, he was so drunk that he actually asked me when I would send him an invitation and why should I send him an invitation? It was simply unreasonable."

"Well, Faria, this is actually a custom in Azeroth."

Mograine explained helplessly:

"When we encounter a happy event, we always send invitations to friends to invite them to the banquet. Blake means to ask when you will get married.

Well, what he wanted to express must be something more sinister. He wanted to ask you when you would become the new matron of the Mograine family, but you clearly refused, didn't you? "

"I didn't say no."

Captain Faria, who was as firm as steel, shook her light-forged tail shyly, and she whispered:

"I'm just saying that I won't think about this until the war is over.

Archbishop, you can't misunderstand me. Besides, haven't we been trapped in an icy hell before during the war and had to huddle together for warmth?

That was the first time I exposed my body in front of a man."

"Wow!"

While these two vicissitudes of souls who had experienced countless wars were talking, noisy shouts echoed in the competitive ring behind them.

Mograine and Faria turned around at the same time, and saw the Ashbringer being visited by Fenner being held high by a mysterious young man wearing a hood.

And the holy sword was blooming with warm and bright light in his hand, like a beating torch.

"Who is that?"

Faria asked in surprise:

"How can he be recognized by Zeira at such a young age?"

"Varian Wrynn."

A smile appeared on Mograine's lips, and he whispered:

"The emperor of mankind, my apprentice. It was I who guided him into the path of the Holy Light, and it was I who presided over his baptism. I heard from Black that Varian had an encounter with Zera in Azeroth.

It is normal to be recognized by the Holy Sword.

You see, Zella has been searching among the stars for 'Destiny's Child'.

Although she finally identified Illidan Stormrage, the soul that received so much attention from Zera may also be a "destined one" in a sense.

Come on, we'll congratulate him later. "

The disappearance of the two hooded men did not attract the attention of the already excited Arena of Valor audience. Some human soldiers who recognized Varian shouted the emperor's name feverishly.

They stubbornly believed that Varian won the recognition of the Supreme Blade before the decisive battle, which was fate's blessing for this battle. They also believed that under Varian's leadership, they would definitely win a great victory.

There is no need to be afraid of demons or anything like that!

But to be honest, Varian, who was "turned over" by Black and Jean, looked confused in the light. He was really just here to relax.

He didn't even think about winning the recognition of this holy sword whose reputation had spread throughout Azeroth and Draenor.

Moreover, he doesn't need it.

He has weapons like the Emperor's Sword of Stromkar. Regardless of its sharpness, strength, or even its origins, the Emperor's Sword is not inferior to the Ashbringer.

He really just pulled it out casually, and then, the "goddess" in the minds of countless people was like a porcelain touch.

Who can I talk to to explain this matter?

"Oh my god, you are indeed the son of destiny."

Among the enthusiastically cheering crowd, Black bit open the cork of the wine bottle, touched the bottle with Jean next to him, and said to the old gray wolf who was the protector of the emperor:

"This can be regarded as settling one of my worries. I once took away Varian's destined holy object, and now I have finally returned the favor. This may also be a reminder of fate to Varian.

He holds the power of war and the Holy Light. He must learn to integrate them, and then learn to maintain a balance between the two identities of 'Ashbringer' and 'Emperor'.

Tsk tsk, balance indeed exists among all things. "

"But your sister seems reluctant."

Gene drank wine and said to Blake:

"Look at the gnashing of teeth of our new God of Courage. She seems to be very dissatisfied with Varian getting the Ashbringer."

"My sister is just like that, crazy. You'll be fine if you get used to it."

Blake sighed and said:

"She is actually very gentle sometimes."

Then, the pirate remembered the kind face of Fenna holding the children that he had seen in the prophecy. He shuddered with fright, and then fell silent.

Hey, look at this damn fate!