Azeroth’s Death Track

To be honest, Old Fording was very disappointed when he saw the legendary Anduin Wrynn for the first time.

He is a grand knight born in the heyday of the empire, a paladin who abides by the teachings, and a rigid and serious old man. He himself has doubts about accepting Anduin into the order. He hopes that Anduin can be an excellent Yes, a perfect paladin, so that at least some of the impact of his joining the order can be mitigated.

However, Anduin's first appearance disappointed him.

A half-grown child, with childishness still on his face, full of unruly free will all over his body, most importantly, in front of the representatives of the young knights of the entire Order of the Silver Dawn , he was so presumptuous to hold a little girl in his arms and gallop on horseback. Judging from his intimate behavior with this little girl, he looked like a standard playboy who was born in a noble family.

When Anduin said that he wanted to join the Church, Old Fording refused in his heart, but he felt the weight of the wooden box in his hand and the persuasion of the letter from the Pope. The member's vaguely threatening eyes made it impossible for Old Fording to say the word rejection.

He is also very clear, once he rejects Anduin's joining here, how much trouble it will bring to the new Silver Dawn Order.

So after hesitating for a while, the big knight's face was stiff, and he said against his will:

Well, well...you really are just like the legends...well, you are different.

Then, you are welcome to join the Order of the Silver Dawn, Anduin Wrynn, please follow me to Tyr's Hand to rest for a while, and then I will arrange for you to join our system.

The old knight coughed lightly. He looked at Sarantia next to Anduin, the little high elf girl in a skirt, and said with some embarrassment:

But your friend, I'm afraid he won't be able to join the Holy Order with you. At present, our knight order only recruits paladins...

But Sarantia is also a paladin!

Anduin looked at the old knight with a stiff face in doubt. He took Sarantia's hand and said to Fording:

Both of us are paladins who have been baptized by naaru in the Shattered Sun battle group in Shattrath City.

Yes, I am also a paladin!

Unlike Anduin, who was pure-hearted, Sarantia, a sensitive girl, could sense some meaning behind Old Fording's indifferent attitude. She took a step forward and stood beside Anduin with a cumbersome expression And the left hand of the beautiful ornament was raised, and with the shaking of her fingers, a bright and warm holy light shone in her palm.

The light shone on Old Fording's face, causing a flash of surprise in the eyes of the great knight. There were also high elf paladins in the Crusaders, but the number was very small, and Fording also knew that high elves were born with magic addiction. A terrible curse, they are often addicted to absorbing magic power. For adults, being more determined may allow them to accept another kind of energy washing, but children like Sarantia often cannot To bear the pain caused by the washing of the Holy Light.

At least Fording has never seen an underage high elf who can master the power of the Holy Light, but Sarantia did it... Just this represents the child's potential.

This gave Fording an unexpected surprise.

Well, good, good!

Old Fording nodded, his gloomy face finally improved, and he said to Anduin and Sarantia:

Then, come with me.

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You didn't notify me of this in advance!

Anduin and Sarantia's entry into Tyre's hand caused quite a commotion, and that night, the angry General Abides rushed into Old Fording's office, only to find that Mograine The knights and Fording are all here, and even the Grand Inquisitor Iselion, who has never paid much attention to politics, seems to be waiting for the arrival of Abidis.

Are you crazy? That boy Anduin may be innocent, but he has the background of that lunatic Tyrion! How can you be so reckless!

The old general said bluntly:

If Tyrion uses Anduin to divide our nascent country, then there is no doubt that he may have achieved his goal. Go and listen to the complaints of the knights. Fordring, Mograine, you have done something The stupidest mistake ever!

because this!

Fording put something in front of General Abidis, he looked around, and then said to General Abidis:

This is an exchange we cannot refuse. The reason why we don't tell you is also because of this... His Holiness the Pope believes that the return of this holy object will bring unimaginable prestige to the Church of the Holy Light, and as long as it is Find it, and all the quarrels that Anduin brought will be wiped out! We can't let your stubborn character destroy it.

This is the real holy light fetish!

The Grand Inquisitor Isenlien, who had been silent all this time, fiddled with the rosary in his hand, and said:

Its return will symbolize that the Order of the Silver Dawn possesses the power to fight against evil. That is the trump card we lack. Once we find it, then those undead who occupy Stratholme and stare at us will be defeated. No longer a threat...this is important, Abedis, so sorry, but this time, I'm on Fording's side.

The Silver Hand, a sacred object left over from ancient times.

The gray-haired old Abbendis suspiciously read the introduction and text that marked the detailed map. He was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head, looked at the big knight in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

I have indeed heard this story, but what if it is false? Fording, what if you or Mograine went after this holy relic and found that it was a despicable trap for the undead? What if you or Mogg Lenny died in battle... Do you know what a terrible blow it was to the entire Church of the Holy Light and the Order of the Silver Dawn? This is obviously the temptation of the devil, and you all want to jump in so eagerly.

You are all blinded by power!

Yes, your consideration does make sense.

Facing the scolding of General Abbendis, Old Fording patiently explained: But what if it is true? Imagine, Abbendis, if we can really find that ancient lost artifact, then it It will become the new banner of the faith of the Holy Light, and the Holy Light Walkers of the whole world will gather again, and it is very likely to be true, because the Pope has also approved this map and those information.

We all have a bloody feud against the undead, Abbendis.

The great knight Mograine also persuaded:

Like you, I experienced the fiasco of Whispering Harbor completely. Like you, I witnessed the despair of Emperor Lothar when he died in battle. If possible, we don't want to bow to the undead. But at this critical moment, Abidi Si, old friend, let go of your inner prejudice first, and don't let hatred dominate your will.

The persuasion of the great knight Mograine did not work, but it seemed to add fuel to the fire, causing General Abidis to attack again. His eyes were shining with burning anger, and he pointed at the two people in front of him. A great knight shouted:

Don't want to bow your head? Trick ghosts!

Back then, I tried my best to persuade you how dangerous those naturally born undead are. I suggested that you purify them all before the dark blade intervenes. How did you do it?

You look forward and backward, you cowardly negotiate peace with them! Now? We lost the city of Stratholme! The strength of those evil undead is expanding every day, but what about us? We have turned from an advantage to a disadvantage!

You say I'm blinded by hatred, my brothers, won't you be ashamed when you say these things?

The muscles on General Abidis's face were trembling. Obviously, the desperate battle a few years ago had cast a great shadow on him. Burning his heart, the flame bred by pain flowed in his blood vessels, turning that emotion into a terrible poison, making the old general in front of him become more stubborn and extreme in time:

I always consider your opinions. You say I am too radical, okay! I put down the military power in my hand and no longer interfere with the strategy of the knights!

You say I'm too stubborn, okay! I'll let my daughter take my place, and I'll do my best to raise her.

You say I'm too extreme, okay! I gave up my well-crafted raid plan and followed your appeasement policy. What's the result? What's the result? Tell me, Fording, look into my eyes, tell me! You promised to give What about my victory?

The old general took a step back. He was old after all, and he was a little dizzy. He held onto the table beside him to force himself not to fall, and his breathing became disordered:

And the victory you promised me?

I only saw our former homeland being majestically occupied by the undead; I only saw our former people being forced to live with the undead; I only saw that everything we swore to maintain was being crushed bit by bit Broken...Lordaeron has become a lair of damned elves who play dangerous spells. The once sacred Cathedral of Light has become their warehouse. Even the knights under our command are bit by bit in their sugar-coated shells. Corruption...

Now even the adopted son of the Undead King has walked into the stronghold of our hearts in a grandiose way, and began to wantonly spread that terrible idea for his evil adoptive father...and he was put in by your own hands...

Is this the victory you promised me?

Is this the future you want? Sorry, I can't see the future... I can't see... Fording, Mograine, Isenlien, old friends, I suspect I'm already blind. ..”

The old general staggered and threw the letter in his hand on Old Fording's table, he turned around and left with difficulty, his straight waist became bent at this moment, as if all the burning like fire had been dispelled same will.

Go ahead and bow down to your new master of the undead. I want to leave here with my Scarlet Crusaders. This place is like a cage. Let the beast willingly give up the damn cage for the last fight. This is not the ending I want. I'm suffocating here...

I'm going to take real warriors to do what we want to do...

Going to die?

Old Fording, who has always been gentle, clenched his fists at this moment. He stood up, looked at the lonely back of Abbendis, and shouted loudly:

You are preaching a dangerous purification will to those ignorant young people, Abbendis, you are leading them to die! If you want to die, you can die yourself, don't drag those innocent young people with you!

Enough! Fording!

The great knight Mograine, who couldn't stand it anymore, let out a loud roar, stopping all the disputes at this moment. The great knight breathed heavily and said:

Enough... This quarrel is meaningless except to divide us, Abbendis, if you still have the last shred of confidence in us, then give us a little more time, and I will go with Fording to find the Holy Spirit Thing, if we die... prove you right, you are the last leader of the Order of the Argent Dawn, but if we come back alive with the holy relic...

Then I'll quit!

Abidis turned around, and the old general showed a sad smile. He looked like a dying man who had exhausted all his strength. He said softly:

If you bring it back, then you are heroes, and it will prove that your judgment is correct and I am wrong... I will withdraw from the Knight Council of the Order of the Argent Dawn, and my daughter Bridget will take over General... I'm tired, Fording, Mograine, I'm too tired...

10 days! Don't torture me anymore. After 10 days, give me a real relief for this coward who should have died in Whisper Harbor...

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On the other side, in the dark temple suspended above the high-altitude clouds, the great lord sat on his throne, looking at the stretched guardian below, who was once another adjutant of Tyr, the god of justice, Elonaya A friend of mine, Azadas the Earthshaper.

The guardian who lost his body washed his mind in pure Titan energy, and his new body was made by the restarted engine of Nalaksha, with parameters adjusted by Rai himself. It was originally so bloated and huge, but it was full of slenderness and flexibility, more like the image of a miniature Vrykul warrior.

So, Lord Azadas, do you have any suggestions for the trial of the Silver Hand left by Lord Tyre?

The great lord asked in a low voice, and Azadas responded with the inherent low voice of rock life:

I don't think mortals are qualified to hold Lord Tyr's sacred weapon...but since it is the request of the Great Guardian Rai, then I am willing to give this coming mortal a chance...I will be cleared out Set a trial of will in the ruins of Uldaman, let the testers go back to the road of guardians thousands of years ago, if they fail, it will prove that they are not qualified to wave the silver hand!

Well, that sounds good.

Tyrion rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes, and said to the guardian in front of him:

Then, it's all up to you to execute, and my suggestion to you is that one test is far from testing the character of the tester. It is better to set up a few more to test their strength, their will, and their strength. Do you have the great idea of ​​protecting all living beings like Lord Tyr...

For a sacred object like the Silver Hand, no matter how complicated or difficult the trial is, it is worth it!