Azeroth’s Death Track

Chaldea Morgan felt like he had a long dream.

Although the soul cannot dream, after losing the protection and support of the flesh and blood, the pure spirit body also has the characteristics of the undead, and the memory will become very pale for them, lacking in reality, and indulging in memories The feeling in the middle is not very good, and when breaking away from the memory and facing the cold reality, the strong sense of gap will also make the spirit body feel very painful.

Therefore, spirits are reluctant to recall the past unless necessary.

Chaldea in the state of spirit body felt warm, it was like sitting by the burning fireplace while drowsy, letting the warm flame burn his cold body, in drowsiness, some A voice was guiding him, as if a wanderer had returned to the embrace of his mother.

He remembered many things, things that he wanted to forget but couldn't...

Back at Durnholde Castle, that was the beginning of a period of turmoil into which the young Chaldean priest was really pushed by fate.

He witnessed the high-spirited General Blackmoore ordering the execution of Rogelio, the elven ranger who came to ask for help. He recalled that after witnessing the ugly things, he was captured by fear. Confessing to the Holy Light crazily, in those cold nights, how he was awakened from nightmares again and again.

He remembered the first time he met Tyrion. At that time, Tyrion was just a slightly stronger death knight. At that time, he had just completed his final mission to Quel'Thalas. He wanted to find his brother. In the night forest outside Dunholde Castle, Chaldea was once again defeated by fear and inner shame and repentance. He became an accomplice of the death knights.

But also that night, he struck a pact with the Death Knights, saving more than 2,000 terrified warriors from rout.

That was the first turning point of his fate as Priest of the Holy Light. The story written with fear was so sour every time he read it, and at that time, Chaldea still had a conscience, and he was still stained by his own hands. Feeling ashamed from the blood, he is still fighting, trying to escape the control of darkness.

Then there was a period of time in the Kingdom of Stormwind, which was almost the best period of Chaldea's life. Except for Archbishop Benedictus who kept pushing him out, everything was very comfortable. Studying the teachings of the Holy Light, and Miss Millie, who was very young at that time, threw himself into his arms, making Priest Chaldea want to immerse himself in that wonderful time forever.

But fate is never tender to the people he cares about, and the good times are fleeting. Soon, Chaldea fell into a conspiracy again. Tyrion resented Chaldea's disobedience. This pawn, who was unwilling to join forces with him and was not very useful, had lost his patience, and he set up a vicious scheme to punish him.

He sent the blade of the dark empire into the hands of Chaldea... He made the power of the void become the shackles of Chaldea.

The memory of the decades after that has become blurred due to the participation of the void. Even Zela, the mother of the Holy Light, could not find a trace of clues in the soul soaked in the void, but looting Through those memories that were infested by the void, she could still see some fragmented fragments, in which Chaldea was in pain, struggling between the void and the holy light, unwilling to fall like that, but he could not get out of it. Get out of the mud.

And the last moment of Chaldea's memory was in the cell of the ancient god Yogg-Saron. He looked at the great lord Tyrion walking out of the bloody mirror, the cold god of death. There was an absolutely indifferent light on his face, and the death ray blade in his hand pierced Chaldea's heart resolutely. In his dying eyes, he saw the picture of Tyrion restraining the blade of the Dark Empire...

he is free...

He finally broke free from Void's control, but the price he paid was his life...

After that, before Chaldea's eyes, there was only darkness left...

Ah, a soul full of contradictions, a soul that has never surrendered, a soul that knows how to love and be loved, a soul that struggles between darkness and light, a soul that sees through the vicissitudes of life, a soul that has experienced the most terrible Desperate soul... I finally know why Tyrion values ​​you so much, why he regards you as his treasure.

Zela's warm voice resounded in Chaldea's chaotic spirit, accompanied by bursts of soft sounds like chants, a touch of warm power slowly poured into Chaldea's weak soul like flowing water , On the bright side of his soul, between the flickering gentle light, the dark power occupying Chaldea's soul was constantly oppressed.

Mysterious golden magic lines shone on Chaldea's soul, and countless golden lines sprouted wantonly in the darkness, shaping a new body for this soul... just like a purest light casting ceremony .

Souls like this are rare even among the stars... You gave me a surprise, Chaldea Morgan... You will represent the future of the Holy Light...

That warm motherly voice made Chaldea's tired soul let out a comfortable moan, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Welcome to...Legion of the Holy Light...

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When Chaldea woke up again, he no longer had the strange twisted feeling of being a spirit body. It seemed that his soul had returned to his body again, but when Chaldea opened his eyes, he found that , his own soul was carried in a healthier body, and he could feel that the fit between him and the Holy Light had never been so clear.

He raised his head abruptly, allowing himself to sit up from the cold bed, he raised his hands in surprise, and looked at the flexible fingers in front of him, he felt the presence of flesh and blood, and in his vision, his hands There are also some golden lines shining on the arms, like some weird tattoos.

The light-forged body...

The archbishop caressed the golden magic pattern on his arm. He had seen such a body full of holy light in Ulduar. The bodies of the more than 40 light-forged paladins commanded by Anduin Jr. were like this. The body blessed by the Holy Light is strong and strong. More importantly, the will of the Holy Light shines on such a pure body all the time. For sincere believers of the Holy Light, there is nothing more satisfying than this 's award.

But even so, Chaldea, who had regained his flesh and blood, was still a little dazed. He didn't know why he appeared in this strange place. He raised his head and looked in all directions. This seemed to be a draenei-style building. The temple, on the walls made of steel, is full of beautiful gem embellishments everywhere, and on those gems, the words of the Holy Light are engraved.

As the archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom and a high-ranking member of the Church of the Holy Light, Chaldea can understand the obscure writing of the Draenei. He carefully observes the gems embedded on the walls, and reads the words between the lines. , can read a trace of familiar fanaticism.

This should be the residence of a group of holy light fanatics...

And just as Chaldea was observing those words, behind him, the cabin of the draenei-style spaceship flying among the stars slid open without a sound, and another person appeared in Caldea holding food and drinking water Behind him, the powerful senses that the light-forged body brought to Chaldea made him turn his head immediately, and then he saw a real acquaintance.

Master Turalyon!

Looking at the human paladin in golden armor in front of him, Chaldea couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Even though the man's cheeks had become old, even though his hair had turned gray, and even though his temperament was completely different from Chaldea's memory, Chaldea still recognized the paladin in front of him at a glance. Turalyon, one of the first great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Moreover, before Turalyon became the Grand Knight of the Silver Hand Knights, he was the mentor of Chaldea, and Turalyon presided over the baptism ceremony for Chaldea to become the priest of the Holy Light.

But there was no trace of joy on Chaldea's face, on the contrary, he was full of vigilance.

Chaldea did not have a spell-casting weapon in his hand, but he had also been trained by the Ash Knight when the Church of the Holy Light was promoting the Ash Knight Canon. Turalyon in front of him.

Who the hell are you! Are you Turalyon, or a demon incarnate! Don't deceive me! Show yourself!

Chaldea's vigilance and undisguised hostility made Paladin Turalyon sigh. He put the food and water in his hands on the table, and then raised his hands to indicate that he was not malicious. He looked at the man in front of him. Chaldea, he can still recall how he taught the disciple in front of him to learn the teachings of the Holy Light nearly 20 years ago.

Time flies, I have experienced the setbacks of fate, and become a member of the Holy Light Legion far away from home, and Chaldea Morgan, my apprentice, is also old...

Chaldea! I am Turalyon, your mentor, the grand knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Turalyon's eyes shone with a gentle and sad light, and he said softly:

I am also the head and archbishop of the Legion of the Holy Light... So many things have happened over the years, I don't know what you have experienced, but believe me, the person standing in front of you is definitely a member of the Holy Light A devout believer, not some devil incarnate...

Shut up!

Chaldea scolded, with undisguised anger dancing in his eyes:

It is because the human empire trusted another demon who also called himself a believer of the Holy Light that it caused us to lose Dalaran, let the demon drive straight in, let Emperor Lothar die in battle, and made us fall apart! You, Can you guess what that demon's name is?

Let me tell you, he's also called... Turalyon!

Well, I know him.

Archbishop Turalyon of the Legion of Light sighed, and he said to Chaldea:

I know, that is indeed another Turalyon, I can assure you that both he and I are real, and what he did is not as simple as you seem on the surface, I can Guaranteed, the other Turalyon is not doing evil, on the contrary, he is trying to protect Azeroth like me, it's just... just different ways.

What the hell are you talking about? Are you crazy?

Chaldea became puzzled by Turalyon's explanation, but he still did not relax his vigilance. He looked at the door of the cabin that closed silently behind Turalyon, and the Holy Light warriors of various races coming and going outside the cabin. , most of them are draenei, and everyone has been transformed by the light casting ceremony.

What the hell is this place? How did you bring me out?

Chaldea glanced at the food and drinking water beside him, and his stomach let out a long-lost growl. In the years of living with the void, Chaldea almost never had a good meal. Now The body made of light seems to have regained his instinct as a flesh and blood creature.

Eat it! I promise it's not poisonous.

Turalyon saw Chaldea's embarrassment, he took a step back with a smile, and said to Chaldea:

Zera, the Mother of Light, rescued you from Azeroth. This is a very long and complicated story, but fortunately, we have enough time to chat. Let's eat first, Chaldea. After your rest, I'll take you to Zela, and she'll explain it all to you.

Having said that, Turalyon said with some emotion:

And I have also heard about your experiences over the years from Zela. I am sorry, my disciple, that I was not by your side to help you when you needed me the most...but those years of disaster have passed , you have been reborn in the holy light, in short, welcome home, my disciple, my friend.

After speaking, Turalyon was about to turn around and leave, but amidst the clash of his golden armor, Chaldea's deep voice sounded behind him:

I...I heard something about the light-forged body in Azeroth. I heard that the paladins who have gone through the light-forging ceremony will receive the blessing of the holy light. It is difficult for time to change their appearance, but Turalyon...Master, why are you...why are you so old...

This question made Turalyon, Archbishop of the Legion of the Holy Light, show a regretful smile. He turned his head and looked at his disciple, and said:

It's very simple, Chaldea, in your eyes, time has only passed more than ten years, but in my senses, I have been accompanied by the spaceship Zenidar and the soldiers of the Holy Light Army, and I have been fighting with the burning stars among the stars. The Legion has fought for . . . 1000 years . . .

It was a difficult 1,000 years, but it was also a 1,000 years full of glory and mission. The Millennium War changed me. It made me see the never-ending endless war among the stars. The terrible flames of war enveloped the worlds. In our eyes, Azeroth may be more important than everything else, but in this war, Azeroth is just one of the battlefields...

Turalyon's old and scarred cheeks flashed a trace of determination and stubbornness:

Zera's fate prophecy tells us that Azeroth will be the most important battlefield to determine the fate of the stars, and the Legion of Light will go there sooner or later, and at that time, we will stand on our land and come and fight with the demons A fight to the death!

Forget all the strife in Azeroth, Chaldea, it's pointless...even if it's a war between humans and orcs, it's pointless.

He stretched out his fist, tapped the armor on his chest, and said to Chaldea who was standing there in a daze:

Now, soldiers from Azeroth, welcome to the Eternal War!