Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake wanted to play a very exciting game, but Ms. Maiev was a serious clergyman. Although she occasionally went a little crazy, most of the time she was not very willing to accept "new tricks."

So a few minutes after the Zenidal landed on the land of Krokuun with a giant tree on its head, Blake, who looked unhappy, appeared among the first group of bastards who came to "pilgrimage".

While the battle of Crokuun was going on, the news that there were great warriors going to rescue the Titan Soul had long been known to the warriors. Now they saw this slightly smaller but still shocking World Tree of the elves. Huge trees appeared out of thin air, and coupled with the strong aura of life that permeated the entire battlefield, anyone with enough brains would know who this visitor was.

That's a Titan!

The legendary creator of the stars, the prosperity of the entire stars is driven by these real gods, and the people of Azeroth have more complex senses. This person in front of them can be regarded as the "grandmother" of all their ancestors.

Even if the birth of elves and trolls does not come from the life blueprint planned by the Titans for Azeroth, as indigenous life forms in the unborn star soul world of Azeroth, they can be regarded as part of the Titan's creation sequence. member.

Therefore, the arrival of Lord Eonar was a real big event for everyone on the battlefield. Except for those who were injured and could not come, almost everyone came out to "face the saint".

Some guys came over with wheelchairs.

Of course, Lord Eonar cannot land in his current posture.

Landing means that she has to take root in Argus, but there is a star soul in this world. This behavior of occupying the magpie's nest will directly cause the sleeping Argus to be stimulated. It is hard to say what bad things will happen.

Therefore, until the end of the Argus War, the Living Titans used the Zenidal as a temporary base.

Fortunately, the members of the Holy Light Legion do not regard this as a sacrilege. They regard being able to help and carry the Life Titan as an honor given by the Holy Light, and these guys are not in the mood to discuss such things now.

After the spacecraft hovered at a height of tens of meters above the ground, several holy light beacons were thrown into the ground. Then several commanders walked out of the light with sad faces. They scanned the crowd and finally found Mog. Archbishop Lenny quickly walked forward and whispered a few words to Mograine.

These words made Mograine and Captain Faria beside him change their expressions.

The two of them didn't even have time to say anything to the others around them, and followed the commander back to the spacecraft wrapped in Lord Eonar's roots as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, at the moment, everyone is queuing up in an orderly manner under the command of the commander to admire the glory of a creator with supreme awe, and no one is paying attention to the internal affairs of the Holy Light Legion.

Although Lord Eonar was very tired, she was deeply impressed by the bravery of these mortal warriors who dared to fight the demons and win. She held on to her strength and blessed these warriors.

In the swaying of the branches of life, all lives that see this miraculous thing are given the blessing of the Titan's breath.

Although it was just a casual act of the Creator, the wounded quickly let out wild exclamations. Their injuries were healing quickly. A few guys who had broken legs and could only use wheelchairs even grew new legs while screaming. .

Soon he was jumping to the ground with tears streaming down his face, thanking the Creator for his supreme gift.

This level of healing seems like a miracle to mortals, but to a Titan who can lock the fire of life at will, it is just a casual thing.

She even asked the death knights of the Black Crow Chapter if they wanted her to bless them to be resurrected in recognition of their contribution to the cause of fighting the demons.

As a Titan who maintains order, Lord Eonar should not have taken the initiative to disrupt the cycle of life and death.

But this is a special situation. She can feel that the souls of her brothers are suffering terrible torture in this fortress of the apocalyptic world. She needs to boost the morale of the warriors to complete the rescue of the Pantheon.

In this case, there's no harm in showing a "miracle."

And for these true warriors, bringing them back to the side of order from the power of death is also an advance preparation for the upcoming imbalance in the Force.

But frankly speaking, this proposal frightened the death knights. They thought about it seriously, but before they could come up with a result, this inappropriate proposal was stopped by Black on the spot.

Now is not a good time to provoke death.

Especially when the Pantheon is a group of disembodied Titan Souls, Lord Eonar is indeed generous enough, but the question is, can you at least recognize your current strength first?

It is no exaggeration to say that among the six forces, the arcane field is the weakest right now. In this case, do you still want to actively provoke a conflict because you think you will not die quickly enough?

Believe it or not, the macho men from Ma Zhuo came across the border and captured you, a weak Titan soul, into the other world to be their new soldier master!

Of course, these words cannot be said.

But Black believed that Lord Eonar understood what he meant.

While the Life Titan was having a friendly exchange with his children, the Stinky Pirate sneaked into the Zenidal. As he expected, the atmosphere here was unusually low and sad.

Completely different from the bustle and excitement of the outside world, a funeral within the Holy Light Legion was being held in the entire golden spaceship, for those Holy Light warriors who unfortunately died in the AOE of Aggramar, and to send off Zera.

On the holy platform where the Holy Mother of Light lived daily, her broken crystal body was brought back by the Star Saints, and was reassembled into the form of Naaru by the Blades of Holy Light.

But she was shattered and unable to spin again to convey the will of the Holy Light to her followers as before. She is now like a corpse that has lost its vitality.

Quiet, dead and full of fatalistic sadness.

When Black came over, Mograine and the commanders were half-kneeling in front of Zera's regret under the gaze of the sad-looking Chosen of Light, and they were reciting the teachings of the Legion of Light.

The idiot Fenner and others also attended the funeral.

They stood nearby and paid their respects to Zella's sacrifice.

Everyone has seen the previous situation. If not for the heroic sacrifice of the Holy Mother of Light at the last moment, let alone these ships and these mortals, even Lord Eonar would not have thought of leaving the completely burned ship safely. A place of refuge.

Everyone, including the Titan Guardians, maintained a solemn temperament. Of course, for the Guardians, this funeral also had a special meaning.

They may have done so in memory of their brother Odin.

"After things here are over, I have something important to tell you."

When Blake walked towards the holy platform, the leader of the Star Saint, His Excellency Algalon, said something to Blake, and Blake nodded.

He walked up to the holy platform, and first, under the vigilant gaze of the Blades of Holy Light, he took out a small white flower from his arms as if by magic, and placed it next to Zera's remains, as a memorial to a friend whom he did not know well. leave.

Then, the pirate moved his body, hugged the lamia Xalatas who came over, and said to the other followers of the Holy Light:

"Before Zeira left, she said that if she unfortunately dies in this great battle, then the job of containing her regrets will be left to me. I don't know if she told you this, but if you allow me, I'm going to start dealing with these dangerous things Zera left behind now."

"Dangerous thing?"

A Lightforged Breaker fighter roared angrily:

"How can you call the great remains of the Mother of Light a 'dangerous thing'? You blasphemous, cold-blooded bastard! Get away! You are not welcome here!"

The champion's roar immediately won over the others, who clearly did not believe that entrusting Zera's sacred remains to an Old God was the right choice.

But Black didn't argue, he just looked at Mograine.

The latter half-knelt on the ground to complete his prayers and condolences. Then he stood up and glanced at the obscure core of holy light in Zera's remains. After a few days, the light of the pure crystal had become dimmer. Look carefully. Look at the huge core, some black spots have appeared.

That seemed to indicate that some terrible power was being born in this holy body.

"Quiet! If this is the decision of the Holy Mother of Light, then we should follow her instructions and fulfill her last wish. Ms. Zeira is a Naaru who can see through fate. She must have her own reasons for such an arrangement.

As followers of the Holy Light, we should fulfill her holy wishes instead of letting Zela find no rest in our own reckless ways! "

Mograine took a deep breath and yelled loudly to stop the Blades of Light from criticizing Blake. These words were so serious that whispers broke out among the Blades of Light.

Under such circumstances, Mograine glanced at Captain Faria beside him.

The eyes of his adjutant also shone with the same worry as his own.

As someone who has witnessed the horrific form of the fallen Naaru, Captain Faria clearly understands what kind of dangerous existence Zera will become after her death if she continues to let her regrets go unchecked.

So this time, Captain Faria, who has a high prestige among the Holy Light Legion, sided with the Archbishop without hesitation. She said to the still angry fighters:

"I think the Archbishop is right. We should help Zella fulfill her wish. In addition! I can prove that Ms. Zella has already regarded Archbishop Mograine as the successor to the leader of the Holy Light Legion.

All first-level commanders, myself included, should know this.

It is sad that we have lost our leader, but our war is not over yet. The demons are still spreading malice in the Burning Throne in the Antoran Wasteland. We, the righteous, cannot turn a blind eye to this.

Our allies achieved a glorious victory on Krokuun, and I think this is enough to support us in completing our just cause on the world of Argus!

No time to wallow in sorrow, my brothers!

We must immediately engage in the holy war. I propose that Archbishop Mograine be our commander now, and he will lead us to join this necessary war! "

Captain Faria looked at the first-level commanders beside her and asked:

"Does anyone object to this decision?"

Facing Faria's forceful inquiry, the commanders nodded repeatedly.

They had no intention of objecting to this appointment. After all, in the past more than a thousand years of war, Mograine had proven his commanding art and war wisdom with precious victories.

In addition, Mograine is from Azeroth, and having him as commander can better allow the Legion of Light to cooperate with the anti-magic coalition forces from Azeroth.

In the face of a common enemy, the glorious victory achieved by cooperation is enough to comfort Zeira's spirit in heaven.

So soon, Mograine took over as the commander of the Holy Light Army with everyone's unanimous approval.

His first order was to require the members of the Holy Light Legion on the ship, except for the commander, to disembark immediately and go to the anti-magic coalition position to attend the victory banquet and rest.

Everyone really needs a rest.

Faced with the fallen Titan, saving the Titan's soul, plus Zera's death in battle and wandering among the stars, after experiencing all this, no matter how big-hearted a person is, he still needs time to relax his nervous mood.

Of course, the Archbishop vacated the spacecraft not just for rest, but also for the upcoming secret talks.

After the soldiers left, Mograine took the commanders to the conference room. He wanted to tell his brothers everything he saw in Mac'Aree, so that they could have an idea of ​​what to do with Zera. Mental preparation.

"Now, this thing belongs to you."

On the holy platform, Blake watched the Blades of Holy Light leave. He moved his body, and frivolously took the dim crystal core from Zera's remains in his hand, and knocked it like a watermelon. The clear voice made people happy, and then he threw the core to the angry idiot Fenner beside him.

He held his pipe in his mouth and said to Fenner:

"Didn't I promise you before to help you rebuild the shattered Ashbringer? Just use this Naaru Crystal as the core."

"ah!"

Even though the idiot Fenna was not smart enough, her eyes widened at this moment. She glanced at the "boneless" Zera, and then looked at the core of Holy Light that was handed to her eyes.

The brave warrior sister was a little at a loss. She hesitated and said to the smiling brother:

"This, isn't this not good? They just died, and they died to protect us. Using their remains like this is a kind of blasphemy in the tradition of any civilization."

"Blasphemy? Why do you think that?"

Black rolled his eyes, casually took out the Toure Naaru sign that Zeira had given him before, pointed to the blue Naaru remains on the top of the staff and said:

"Did you see? The Draenei who are most closely connected with the Holy Light commemorate the great Naaru like this. This is a tradition! Do you understand? The peculiar nature of the Naaru determines that even if they die, they will leave behind the Holy Spirit. Light reverberation.

Zella told me before.

If she dies, she also hopes that she will be made into such a weapon so that the followers of the Holy Light can continue to use her power to fight for truth, goodness and beauty.

So, don’t feel any psychological pressure. Every time you kill a villain or demon with that sword, Zella will laugh with you. "

The pirate grinned, weighed the Heart of Holy Light up and down in his hand, and said:

"We should not pay silent tribute to the great sacrifices, but need to use real actions to pay tribute to them. Believe me, Zella will sing praises for your bravery.

But you have to hurry up, my stupid sister, it can’t take more than three days! "

Blake carefully observed the black spots on Zella's Heart, and he said very seriously:

"The reshaping of the Ashbringer must be completed within three days, otherwise things will become very troublesome. I happened to see Muradin in the crowd before.

Go find him quickly and ask him to help reshape the holy sword in your hand. We will need it in the next war against the devil. "

"Uh-huh."

Fenna, who had originally complained about her brother abandoning her, was so happy now that she didn't bother to blame Black. She held the Heart of Holy Light and rushed out of Zenidal in joy to find Muradin for blacksmithing.

After she left, Star Saint Algalon, who had been waiting for the opportunity, walked onto the holy platform. He looked at the guardians around him and whispered:

"I have something very important to tell you, but before that, I have good news."

"Weep no more for brave Odin. He is not dead yet."