Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 905 24. The resolution of the silver dawn --- add more for my dear Mao Mao [1620]

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A sound of heavy hooves disturbed the peaceful night in the Stratholme area. The young knight guarding the sentry outside Andorhal was awakened by the rapid sound of horseshoes. This responsible and brave paladin rushed out of his sentry post. He saw a knight on a war horse galloping towards his position.

In this silent and gloomy night, a warm and bright silver holy light shone on his body, making him look like a paladin who came out of mythology.

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The somewhat tired old knight pulled up the rein, and amidst the neighing of the war horse, he looked at the surprised young knight, and under the shining of the holy silver light, he said in a deep voice:

Son, immediately send a message to the Silver Dawn Order!

Let's just say... the ancient sacred objects, the miracle of the holy light, and the silver hand, will return tonight!

A moment later, a bright warning firework burst into the sky from this inconspicuous sentry post, and the entire quiet Stratholme area became even more noisy because of this sudden news.

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The news of Grand Knight Alessandro Mograine's return with the ancient gods was like a bundle of ignited explosives thrown into the water, causing an uproar in the Silver Dawn Order in an instant.

In this darkness, even the ascetic monks far away in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel were alarmed. They marched towards Tyr's hand in groups in the darkness, just to witness the legend that belonged to the God of Justice. It can be said that this artifact is not just a simple weapon, it symbolizes the orthodoxy of Holy Light in the world of belief.

In the eyes of all believers, this is a very, very important thing, even more important than anything else.

Right now, this artifact that caused an uproar was generously placed in the hall of Tyr's Hand Castle by the great knight. The two-handed war hammer is suspended above the stone platform. Its shape is simple and majestic, as thick as the war hammer that soldiers often use on the battlefield.

One side of its warhammer is surrounded by silvery, naturally occurring crystals that form a spike, shining with the power of the Holy Light, like a burning golden flame, while the other side is a round The body of the heavy hammer has a golden lion-like engraving on the top of the hammer, and the back end of the hammer has a chain engraved with sacred runes. It looks like an ornament, but it is more like a part of this sacred weapon.

The appearance of this warhammer is very good. Under the majestic and clumsy appearance, there is a thick and inviolable majesty hidden. Anyone who sees it will worship it. The only problem is that this warhammer and The Warhammer of the Silver Hand in the records of the Church of the Holy Light seems to be somewhat different...

But this can also explain that many legendary weapons in Azeroth are currently in the hands of mortal warriors, the most famous of which is the one held by the human emperor Lothar and his adopted son Varian Wrynn. The legendary weapon Destroyer, the long sword that was watched by many people, changed its shape due to the change of the holder.

This is an adaptation of the legendary weapon to the power of the sword bearer, and only true legendary weapons have this almost mythical ability.

The Silver Hand is the weapon of Tyr, the God of Justice, and it naturally has such abilities. It is probably because the Grand Knight Mograine got the approval of this weapon, so this weapon was transformed into a form that is more suitable for him.

And while countless paladins came here to worship this ancient fetish, in a certain room in Tyr's Hand, the great knight Mograine, who had just taken a nap, was also taking a nap with his face. The ugly General Abedis spoke.

The guardian Azadas, the adjutant of His Excellency Tyr, the ancient god, presided over the long and majestic trial, and Fording and I participated in it as the chosen ones.

The Grand Knight Mograine, who was trimming his messy beard, said to General Abidis:

In the middle of the trial, the guardian proposed a trial of loyalty, and Fording withdrew voluntarily, which gave me the possibility to go further, but because of Fording's selfless sacrifice, he also got another precious Chance.

The big knight said in a relaxed tone:

Now Fording has arrived at the Howling Bay of the Northrend continent, where he will be looking for another ancient sacred object. If there is no accident, at most one month later, the Order of the Silver Dawn will have it The second gift of the Holy Light... I believe that this good news will greatly encourage the faith of believers, and His Holiness the Pope will also feel proud of it.

This is indeed good news...Your return also proves that my thinking has indeed been wrong. I admit...Maybe I really did something wrong.

The slightly decadent General Abedis drank a glass of wine, he looked at Mograine, and after a while, he said with some pain:

But Mograine, there is something even worse. I must tell you, when you entered the city, did you notice something strange about Tyr's hand?

Um?

This question made Grand Knight Mograine frown, he put down the razor in his hand, and said:

When you say that, it seems really weird. I saw that the knights guarding the castle seemed to be somewhat distinct. Some knights even had special badges on their chests. I thought it was like the Brotherhood of the Holy Light. Small community organization, but now listening to you... there seems to be something hidden in it?

Anduin Wrynn...that brat!

The old general closed his eyes, he recalled what happened in the past ten days, he said with a bit of gritted teeth:

After you and Fording left, he set off a...rebellion!

What?

Mograine's eyes widened:

Anduin? Rebellion? You're not drunk, are you? Abbendis, he's only 9 years old!

Of course it's not just him! Alessandro.

The old general snorted dissatisfiedly. He used the movement of drinking to hide the embarrassment in his eyes:

There are some restless little knights helping him, Colfax and Thomas, and... also, my daughter Bridget, Fording's son Tyran, and... and your son Dalyan and your adopted daughter White, I don't know what method they used, but they also recruited the high-ranking knight of Marlan, one of the three battle group commanders, and some elite knights stationed in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. .. In short, they now form a cult of their own.

Those crazy kids who made up a goddamn 'Lightforging Ritual' and call themselves 'Crusaders' say we've fallen into a false belief and they're going to save us from that Come out... well, I may be really old, Mograine.

General Abidis leaned back on the chair tiredly, covered his face with his hands, and said softly:

I have used all methods, but with little success. In just ten days, one-third of the knights have stood by them...I have no way to deal with these juniors, and I can't directly declare them It was rebellion, and then sent troops to suppress them... Iselion is very dissatisfied with this situation, but he has no good solution. This dispute of belief has even extended to the Legion in Hearthglen. Now Iselion It's like sitting on a fire.

I underestimated him, Mograine, we all underestimated him...

That kid is just as cunning as his adoptive father, Tyrion.

This description made Grand Knight Mograine's eyes serious. He didn't expect that such a bad thing would happen to the headquarters after this trip. An old knight like him who has experienced many things would not be arbitrary. To determine whether a certain thing is right or wrong, just like the current matter, he feels that he needs to find out for himself.

But before that, he had another thing to tell Abidis in front of him.

Abbendis, when I left the Holy Land of Uldaman, Azadas the Shaper gave me a warning.

The big knight stroked his recently trimmed beard, and he said to the old knight in front of him:

Your Excellency Azadas told me the past story of Tyre, the God of Justice, which was an ugly conspiracy among the gods. He told me that since we mortals have inherited the will of Lord Tyre, we must shoulder the burden of Tyre. Your Excellency’s unfinished will, as the mission of keeping the silver hand, a sacred object, we must participate in the battle behind the upcoming titan city Ulduar!

Great Knight Mograine said seriously:

This is also the reason why I rushed back to Tyr's Hand. We must contribute our strength to the world's self-salvation before Loken, the betrayer of the gods, destroys the fate of this world. So this time, I will take some old Knight, join the war in Northrend...

This is a responsibility we cannot evade! It is also a mission that we, the successors of His Excellency Tyre, must fulfill!

oh?

The words of the great knight Mograine revived the old general, who seemed somewhat decadent because of the betrayal of his precious daughter. He straightened up and considered the request of the great knight. After a while, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he Say to the great knight:

Of course! And I think this is an opportunity...

The children may just be blinded by some seemingly noble ideas, so I think it is necessary for us to test the true colors of this so-called Crusader in front of them, with these knights who claim to be righteous people They go to the battlefield, and I believe that no matter what they want to do, they will show their true will on the battlefield.

General Abidis stood up, he turned around the desk a few times excitedly, looked back at Mograine, and said loudly:

That's it! I'm going with you! Alessandro, I'll let my precious daughter see that brat's rhetoric crushed on the real battlefield, Anduin tried to deceive our knights with his rhetoric, Then let him prove himself on the battlefield!

The old general who was getting older and stronger snorted:

If he is really a hero like Varian, if they can prove their adherence to the way of the Holy Light in the war, then I, I don't mind the Crusaders continuing to exist.

This proposal made Grand Knight Mograine silent for a while, but after a few seconds, he also nodded.

Well, it's very feasible, let's do it like this!

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Old General Abbendis returned to his bedroom in the castle. The room was somewhat scattered. Of course, for an old soldier who had been drinking frequently recently, such disorder was expected.

Once upon a time, the old general was also a person who had very strict requirements on his own life and life, but after suffering the disaster of losing his wife and ruining his country and family, General Abidis' life and beliefs have also been changed. too much.

Disasters can always change a person.

But tonight, the old general did not open the wine cabinet as usual. He lit the candle on the table. In the waving flames, he leaned on his chair and picked up the clean wine on the table. photo frame.

He stroked the photo frame very gently. It was a thing of the past, and the patterns on it had become blurred. Inside the photo frame was a magical image made by the mages of Dalaran for General Abydis. , in that image, when he was still young at the time, he was a rising military star of the empire, and beside him in a neat military uniform, was his gentle wife and his very young daughter.

That was the magical image they took in Stratholme City, and that was also the happiest time in General Abbendis' life.

Time is a cruel thing, especially when you are old, it will not give you more generously, but will ruthlessly take those things you cherish away from you one by one. ..until you meet death alone.

Martha, our daughter has grown up.

Amidst the fluttering candlelight, General Abedis stroked the photo frame and said softly:

She started to find meaning in her own life and stopped blindly following me or other people. I always fight with her because of this, but in my heart, I feel very proud that she has chosen her own path in life.. .”

She already has wings strong enough to fly in the sky of this world by herself, she no longer needs my protection...

Ah, I'm going to the battlefield again, Martha...

This will be my last fight, and maybe soon, I'll be with you, but until then... my daughter, our pride... Bridget, she has to get through her stereotype The last trial her father gave her...

She will be a hero, but she won't have to suffer what we have suffered... This will be my last gift to her...

Martha, wait for me...