Shadow Trails in Azeroth

During the secret conversation between Drustvar and the Pope, Blake had handed over the whereabouts of the "Guardian of Truth" to the Church of the Holy Light. On the one hand, the battle in Stormsong Valley really needed this artifact with the effect of protecting darkness. .

On the other hand, there is also some intention to win over.

Although it is somewhat unscrupulous to discuss business with a group of sincere believers, a real exchange of interests can better consolidate the relationship between the two parties.

Apart from anything else, as long as the artifact shield of the Guardian of Truth is still in the hands of the Holy Light Church, they will always have to show some mercy when dealing with issues related to Blake.

This is also one of the ways for pirates to expand their influence. If he claims his name as a prophet, he must always give some sweetness to those who already trust him.

So far, it seems to be working well.

From the fact that Dathrohan agreed to extract the Tyrian power from the Guardian of Truth, it can be seen that the "prestige" of the Holy Light Church was finally achieved by Black's hard work and "worship".

After the remaining divine power was extracted from the Titan's shield, the previously "lazy" shield did not seem to have changed much. However, when Dathrohan's hand was placed on the shield again, it and the Great Knight's The Holy Light Connection is obviously much more active.

It seems that a layer of "heaviness" has been removed, allowing its inner strength to be reawakened.

"Hold it, I mean, and pour your Light into it."

Blake took a step back.

As an assassin and a warlock, he didn't really like this bright power. He commanded from the side:

"The weapons forged by these Titan Guardians will respond differently to different powers, and their shapes will change according to the user's power attributes.

Inject your power into it, and it will transform into the most suitable form for you to wield.

Don't worry about breaking it.

It is much stronger than most materials in this world. "

Dathrohan nodded.

But he did not immediately inject his own holy light. Instead, he summoned a group of accompanying priests and set up a barrier inside and outside the room that could absorb the holy light.

Obviously, Dathrohan knew that the mission they shouldered must be kept secret, especially since Partrice had been targeted by the eyes of darkness before, so they could no longer make it too conspicuous.

This caution made Blake give the Great Knight a big thumbs up.

As worthy of being the most trusted knight by the Pope, he keeps a low profile and maintains an action pattern that always reassures people.

After everything was ready, Dathrohan injected his own holy light into the shield in his hand while several high-ranking priests watched.

The light maintained a steady and bright illumination, but after being absorbed by the shield, it transformed into a golden flame covering the heavy shield and the long sword in Dathrohan's other hand.

The flame burned, but did not emit a scorching breath. A priest next to him exclaimed. He saw with his own eyes that the Titan sacred object in the knight's hand was melting under the burning of the holy light fire.

this!

Being so easily melted, could it be that what they brought back from the island full of ancient vrykul spirits after a narrow escape was a fake?

"Holy light."

Dathrohan, who was enveloped in the flames emitted by the shield, also let out a cry of surprise.

But he didn't think that the holy object he had been holding was a fake. He just felt the change when the shield in his hand melted more clearly than others.

The divine power from ancient times was "communicating" with him.

It was as if an ancient being was using this shield as a medium to examine him, observe him and judge whether he was qualified to wield this artifact that was born in the dark age and has been guarding since its birth.

"Strong will! Dathrohan! Its reshaping is almost complete!"

Blake felt a trance on the spiritual level of the great knight. He put his hands to his mouth and shouted:

"Show it your heart! Do you understand? This is the so-called 'Pledge of Truth' ceremony. Your oath should not be made to the Pope, but to it.

‘Keeper of Truth’ was never just a name for a weapon.

That's a title.

That represents the embodiment of a person's best character. If you can get it from the previous generation of truth guardian Igrim, it proves that you already have this qualification.

Be him.

Dathrohan, this is the greatest contribution you can make to your faith in your life of devout service to the Holy Light. Become a guardian of truth! "

As Black yelled, Dathrohan, who was wrapped in the holy light, took a deep breath. He half-knelt on the ground in the flames, as if taking an oath, and raised the shield in his hand that changed shape in the light.

He raised his head, as if looking directly at the invisible thing in front of him.

He allowed the vague eyes to fall on him. He was accepting the scrutiny of the sages and silently recited the oath of protection in his heart.

"But 'truth' is not one of the knightly virtues."

Beside Black, Miss Partrice, who had changed back into a priest's robe, whispered:

"Only the mages of Dalaran would talk about this word. For us believers, the Holy Light is the only truth. We will guard it, but we cannot question it."

"No, little girl, from today on, it is your virtue. As long as Dathrohan and his shield are alive, you must swear by the truth."

Blake grinned, making Partrice stunned for a moment.

But there was one sentence that Blake left unsaid, a terrible blasphemy for a believer.

The pirate stared at Saidan Dathrohan who was performing the oath ceremony in front of him. His eyes under the blindfold narrowed and he thought in his mind:

"The Holy Light is not the only truth, it is not even always correct. The only light can help people find the direction, but it can also make people blindly lost.

Perhaps you will understand this truth later. "

Of course, if Black said such words on this occasion, even if Black's reputation in the Holy Light Church was outstanding, he would definitely be beaten up by a group of surrounding priests.

These tearful believers, enlightened by the "miracle" in front of them, will swarm forward and teach the stinky pirates what the wrath of the Holy Light is with the "iron fist of love".

Well, no doubt, they will definitely do that.

A few minutes later, the flames around Dassohan dissipated little by little. He still maintained the half-kneeling action of taking the oath, but in his hands, the simple and smooth shield had completed a completely new transformation in form.

Its shield became wider and split at the bottom, just like the door of truth opened slightly, with golden flames lingering on the cracks in the shield, filling the gaps in the partitions.

Around the shield, six ray-like shield tattoos extending outward are artistic extensions of light, setting off a rotating aperture shield in its center.

There is golden light wrapped around it, which makes the shield appear thick and heavy, and also has a sense of religious art.

In addition to the shield, the Oathkeeper sword held in Dathrohan's left hand has also changed. It seems to be more in line with the brave fighting style of this great knight. It has changed from a wide one-handed sword to The fire of the Holy Light reshaped a flail.

A silver chain extends from under the golden handle. At the bottom of the chain is a spiked iron ball shaped like the Hammer of the Morning Star.

The shape of the iron ball is also very particular.

It is like a small sun that is emitting light and heat, and the spikes covered outside its sphere are daunting. This thing is very intimidating and even seems a bit barbaric.

Once it is swung up, hitting the enemy's head will definitely kill the opponent easily.

"I have completed the ritual of my oath, and I will fulfill it throughout my life."

Dathrohan stood up and looked at the heavy shield that had established a holy connection with him and the new weapon in his hand. He waved it slightly as if he was waving his own arm.

There is no lag at all, and the movements are incredibly smooth.

The shield, which looked very heavy, seemed to have no weight at all.

"This is truly a miracle of the Holy Light!"

The surrounding pastors were chanting scriptures in unison to commemorate today's event, while Pastor Patrick next to Blake covered her heart and whispered:

"When I looked at it, I felt courage rising from my heart. This was definitely not an illusion."

"Of course this is not an illusion. That shield will actively protect all creatures of order. This is the power that was set when it was first created."

The evil-minded Black carefully frightened the young and innocent Pastor Patrick behind him. He said:

"You should be glad that you don't have dark secrets in your heart, otherwise when you look at it, your eyes will be burned by the Holy Fire Emblem, or even worse.

The sin in his heart was ignited, and he died screaming. "

"No, Black, that's not how the power of this shield works."

Dathrohan whispered:

"Don't scare them."

The great knight placed the flail on the table at hand and raised the shield in his hand. The emblem of the sacred fire rotating in the center of the wide shield still maintained its smooth mirror shape.

It's clear enough to reflect a human face.

Dathrohan looked at the shield in front of him. He saw himself clearly in the reflection, not just his face wearing a heavy helmet, but also his younger self who was immersed in war and killing.

It's more like a reflection of your own soul.

"I finally understand why you must ask us to get this artifact before the battle against darkness begins."

Dathrohan stroked the smooth mirror-like shield surface, turned to Black and said:

"There is no room for darkness in the world it reflects, and the evil things hiding here can no longer maintain their evil disguise in front of the guardians of truth.

This is an artifact of revelation used to expose true darkness. "

"That's not what it's for."

Blake rubbed his forehead with a headache and said to Dathrohan:

"It's not a mirror. Well, that's what it's for. But you can't ask evil things to look into it. Hold it up, Dathrohan, and spread its light of revelation.

The hidden darkness will be revealed in that light, which is why I want you to get it. "

The great knight nodded and raised the guardian holy object with one hand. He placed it on his chest, and the power of summoning the shield was spinning again, spreading the light of revelation outward.

It was like a halo of light shining, and everyone in the room was illuminated by the light. The other priests were not aware, but Blake let out a cry of pain.

He blocked his body with his hands and took a few steps back. A faint smoke, as if burned by the high temperature, floated around him. This scene made Miss Partrice's eyes widen.

Ah, indeed!

This stinking pirate is evil!

look! He was wounded by the divine shield.

"This joke is not funny, Black. You will be considered by my companions as an evil spirit possessed by darkness."

Dathrohan said in a deep voice.

The stinky pirate, who had a painful look on his face just now, as uncomfortable as a vampire exposed to the sun, immediately lowered his arms, and the pain on his face disappeared. He curled his lips and picked up his pipe and said:

"Hey, you have no sense of humor at all. I really like your expressions just now. The lights in the eyes of some priests were dancing and they wanted to pick up their warhammers and staffs and beat me to death.

Well, it seems that my popularity with you is not very good after all. "

"Be serious."

The great knight shook his head helplessly and put the guardian of truth in his hand.

He gestured to the others and said:

"You go and make arrangements first. The Pope will arrive tomorrow. Be sure to clear everything in the town that will hinder the Holy Light."

"Let your boys and girls go and rest. We have made arrangements nearby. They amateurs running around will only alert the enemy."

Blake sat on the table next to him, blowing out smoke rings and saying:

"They will know what they need to do by the time the operation begins."

"Um."

Dathrohan nodded and waved, and the priests in the room left quickly. After the last person left, Black's face, which was originally relaxed, immediately fell.

He rubbed his shoulders and complained:

"You must have done it on purpose, right? You shined the light of that damn shield on me, and I was almost seriously injured by you."

"I'm just concerned about your situation, Blake."

The great knight frowned and said:

"The Guardian of Truth was unable to identify your power tendencies, and it almost attacked you. It seems that you have gone very far on the dark road."

"No, I am a very pure person. I just have some not-so-good forces living in my body. It cannot understand my existence. This is normal."

The pirate curled his lips and blew out a smoke ring, jumped down from the table, walked to the shield of the Guardian of Truth that was placed on the ground, looked at the smooth mirror-like shield in front of him, and said nonchalantly:

"It's just a shield that doesn't understand anything, it."

Blake was suddenly stuck in his neck mid-sentence.

This made Dathrohan, who turned back to pack his armor, a little confused. He turned around and saw the pirate squatting in front of the shield, still reaching out to touch the coat of arms.

He asked:

"What's the problem, Blake?"

"Uh, no problem."

The pirate gently reached out and pulled up his blindfold, and looked at the reflection on the coat of arms in front of him with his own eyes.

He, who always showed confidence and had everything under control, showed a rather strange expression at this moment. He looked at the round mirror-like coat of arms in front of him.

Reflected on it was Blake's face, and even the expression on his face was reflected vividly.

But on this [Mirror of the Heart], which is said to be able to see the depths of the soul, there seems to be a vague shadow hidden behind Blake's reflection.

It's like a strange double-faced shape, like one body with two faces.

One is in the light, the other is hiding in the shadows.

"No way."

Blake touched his face and whispered in a strange tone:

"Did old man Dai Lin's words really come true? Is my soul actually so ugly? Hey, Dathrohan, this thing of yours seems to be broken. How about throwing it away and getting a new one?"