Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 763 94. Lord Tire is worried about the development of the Holy Light Church - more updates for Brother Qingying [415]

Abby, the little ghost, is basically a portrayal of the dark story in the Drustvar Mountains.

When Blake was still a gamer, he received a series of underworld missions from Little Abby in the middle of the night during a clearing mission in the Drustvar Mountains. When he finally learned the truth, he almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

This little guy is probably a member of the coven.

Otherwise, it would not be possible to explain why the village had been abandoned for a long time, and everyone was dead, but she was the only one who survived. Moreover, it was so elusive that it was really scary to think about it.

Although there is no more background story, as long as you think about it based on some details, you can immediately summarize an "Azeroth bedtime ghost story".

Its level of supernatural power is comparable to that of the "gold-suppressing demon boy".

But what Blake didn't expect was that the old pope's execution ability was so strong. Just as he mentioned this little guy before, Fao immediately went to bring her back.

Not only did he purify the evil spirit from her body, but he also planned to take her away, and he didn't know what he planned to do with her in the end.

Abby boasted that she had a good relationship with the forest demigod Asal who wandered near the village. It was probably not a lie. If she was really an extremely evil existence, the demigod who regarded the black forest as his home would have long ago Gave it to Yang.

In other words, Abby should be telling the truth when she says she never harms good people.

"But spirits are spirits, and they shouldn't live in the world of living people. Even if they don't have any malicious intent, their occasional contact or pranks can still scare ordinary people.

Moreover, the spirit body has an instinctive thirst for life force. If she were to bring her back to Stratholme, it is estimated that within half a month, rumors of a 'vampire succubus' would spread in her area. "

In Pope Faou's rest room, Black sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, tilting the magic eyeball on his shoulder and said to the Pope:

"You don't really plan to bring her back to the Holy Light Church to raise her, do you? Although I know you have good intentions, the holy light emitted by so many priests in your place when they pray together is enough to melt her ten times."

"When did I say I was taking her back to Stratholme?"

The Pope put down the teacup in his hand with a smile, picked up his simple rose rosary, and said to Blake:

"I never had this intention. Spiritual bodies are not allowed to enter the holy place. This is the rule of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. It is not only to protect believers, but also to avoid harming innocent people.

Just because I'm saying I'm sending little Abby to a good place doesn't mean I'm going to raise her. "

"Um?"

Blake was suddenly startled.

He thought of something belatedly, and immediately crossed his arms and said to the Pope:

"No! Although my ship is a ghost ship, the ghosts on the ship are already full, and there is no way to accept another little wraith who only knows how to play pranks and has his hands covered with blood.

I will never agree. "

"What if I pay?"

The Pope asked directly.

Blake's head shook like a rattle and he said:

"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. The rules are the rules. Even if you pay, how much do you pay?"

As soon as this question was asked, not only did the Pope show a bewildered smile, but he also remembered the giggles of the children outside the door, but Black didn't take it seriously.

The eyes on his shoulder were fixed on the Pope, and all he wanted to do was ask for the price.

The Pope shook his head and said seriously:

"Any Holy Light believer knows that I have been poor in my life and have not pursued material comfort. Every month, the living allowance allocated to me by the church will be donated to the orphanage in Stratholme.

I don't have any savings or savings.

So I can't pay you. "

"Then there's no need to talk about it, Your Majesty, it's not that I don't respect you, but business is business."

Blake spread his hands and said:

"My boat was so crowded that I was reduced to sharing a bed with my first mate, me sleeping at night and her sleeping during the day. I kid you not, it's true.

Oh, by the way, my first mate is also a spirit.

You see, there are really no empty seats on the ship. "

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Fao raised his hand and interrupted Blake's complaint. He said:

"Although I can't give you money, I can give you what you need more, about what you proposed, about the discussion of the Holy Light Church's declaration of war against the Church of Storms, and about the determination of the people of the Holy Light to fight against the things of darkness.

I can give you a definite answer right now. "

"Shua"

The pirate's originally lazy expression immediately became serious. He sat up straight and looked at the Pope.

The latter sighed and said:

"In the military fortress of Stratholme, the interrogation of the dark thing has reached a preliminary conclusion. Pastor Isenlien spent a lot of energy and finally pried open the mouth of the high-ranking sea sage.

Under the influence of the spiritual guidance spell personally administered by Lord Merry, he confessed to the interrogators the situation within the Church of Storms.

The theory you said before that the Church of Storms is all villains is wrong.

But this is the only good news.

According to the information we have received, a substantial schism has formed within the Church of Storms. The orthodox sea sages headed by Lord Stormsong believe in the teachings of the God of Darkness. They share the power of corruption and call themselves the masters of the ocean.

The very small number of sea sages who sought change and were unwilling to collude with the darkness were banished from the Temple of Storms. They were scattered on the battleships of the Kul Tiras fleet and secretly pledged their allegiance to Daelin in exchange for asylum.

Of course, they used some doctrinally inconsistent reasons. According to the prisoner, Dai Lin and the fleet commanders did not know Hai Xian's true identity. "

"There is no point in distinguishing between good and evil in those people, Your Majesty."

Blake shook his head disapprovingly and said:

"No matter what they think in their hearts, they are using the dark power originated from the ancients and the old gods, and sooner or later they will embark on that path of corruption.

It's just a matter of time.

That kind of power cannot be resisted by willpower, otherwise there wouldn't be so many tragic things in this world. This is as senseless as insisting on saying that you are kindhearted even though you are clearly doing bad things.

I don't have that much time to distinguish who is a good Haehyun and who is a bad one.

This is a war.

Just like the war between us and the orcs, there are also peaceful factions like the Frostwolf clan among the orcs, but after the war, they didn't rush to implement the idea of ​​​​exterminating the other party?

If you insist on protecting those "good people" you think of, this battle will be impossible to fight. "

"But they are not fallen yet, and no one needs to be punished for a sin they have not yet committed."

Fao is very stubborn.

He said:

"I am willing to declare war on behalf of the Light against the dark things after a meeting that reveals the truth, but we must protect those who still have hope.

Even though the Church of Storms has fallen internally, they still insist on their own morality, which has proven that they are more determined than their compatriots.

We want to fight the sea sages, and we need those 'guides' who understand the sea sages.

Only they themselves know how to defeat themselves.

If you insist that those who walk the dark path will be corrupted, then maybe I should seriously consider cooperating with you, Blake. Because you also have similar powers to them in your body.

To be honest, you have traveled further on the road to void than they have. "

"You can't use me as a benchmark, I'm different from them."

The stinky pirate curled his lips and said:

"If everyone were me, N'Zoth would have been wiped out long ago. Why would there be such trouble? Do you believe it? It only takes 25 tough men like me to break into Ny'alotha. City, and killed the Thousand-Bearded Demon in his cage.

But the fact is, there is only one Black Shaw in this world.

You'll be hard-pressed to find another one.

But, it's still a little early for us to discuss how to treat prisoners. "

Blake said matter-of-factly:

"You can't have this kind of mentality that you are sure you can win before the war has even started. Of course, I am an exception. Let's discuss the specific action plan first.

I am preparing to expose their true identity in the Temple of Storms, and I am planning an operation that will bring the truth to the world. "

"You don't have to worry about this, I already have a plan."

The Pope touched the scroll in front of him and said:

"Lord Stormsong previously invited me to conduct a light tour from Drustvar to Stormsong Valley to convey the grace of the light to those inland.

The last stop of this tour is in the town of Brennadan in Stormsong Valley.

His Majesty Dai Lin has been persuaded by the Lord to hold a title ceremony for his lost eldest daughter Finna Golden Sword there. All the nobles and big shots in Kul Tiras, including foreign envoys, will be there on that day. Gathered there.

It’s perfect as a ritual to reveal darkness.

What I am more worried about now is that it is so difficult for us to expose the true face of ordinary sea sages. When facing a leader like Lord Stormsong, how should we expose his disguise?

You have to understand, Black, that once such a thing is done without evidence, it will be a fatal blow to the prestige of the Holy Light Church itself. "

"Very good. The venue problem has been solved. Now let me figure out a way to reveal the truth."

The pirate snapped his fingers and said:

"My dean is trying his best to decipher the knowledge of a strange artifact. If it's too late, I can use my void power to forcefully collide to disintegrate his disguise.

There is a third way. I know the whereabouts of a sacred weapon that also originated from Tyr, the god of justice.

All you need to do is find a paladin who is brave enough and follow the diagram to bring the sacred object that can expose all disguises into the battlefield. "

Black took out the scroll he had prepared and handed it to the Pope.

The old man reached out to take it, but the pirate's hand shrank back.

The eyeballs on his shoulders stared at the old pope and said:

"If you take this, you can no longer rebuke me about Gilneas, Your Majesty. I was the one who found the Silver Hand. If I get this holy relic again, the church will owe me two favors.

The problem is, you haven’t even returned the first favor. "

"How can we call it a favor regarding the Holy Light?"

The Pope said dissatisfiedly:

“Not everything is a transaction.”

"Then you still want to prostitute me for free?"

Blake grinned, put the scroll into the Pope's hand, patted the old man's warm hand, and said:

"Just kidding, I would rather dedicate two holy objects to you and have only one request. If Dailin and I go to war in the future, or I go to war with Kul Tiras, I won't ask you to help me.

All I want is for you, in the name of the Pope of Holy Light, to ask the followers of Holy Light not to interfere with this war.

This is between me and him.

The sea is our battlefield and does not require the participation of others. "

"Then I will answer you with a question."

The Pope looked at Blake and asked seriously:

"Are you planning to take over your father's throne? Or are you planning to destroy it completely?"

"Would it do me any good to destroy Kul Tiras?"

Blake asked rhetorically:

"If I destroy it, I will have to face a crying sister, a duplicitous sister, a brother who hates me to death, and a mother who is extremely disappointed in me.

What do I get?

A ruin that I rule?

I'm not old Ghani, and I have no interest in being the king of the garbage heap. "

"Okay, I promise you."

The old pope took a deep look at Blake and nodded in agreement. He opened the scroll and found that it described a poem like the epic of creation:

Guardian Azadas swings his hammer three times to create the Guardian of Truth.

The hammer fell for the first time, and a river of lava spewed out from the ice mountains.

The hammer fell for the second time, the sky howled and hissed, and lightning ignited the sky.

The hammer fell for the third time, the sun penetrated the thunderclouds, and the storm whispered to the shield of the guardian of truth.

Guardian Tyr and the giantess Elonaya watched everything from a distance. In order to create the guardian of truth, the nobles also dedicated a holy part of themselves.

Tyr chiseled off a piece of his silver hand and imbued the shield with the power of justice.

Elonaya chipped a stone disk from her skin and carved runes of protection into it.

Then, the radiance of justice lit up on the smooth mirror-like shield.

Therefore, the darkness of Storm Peak cannot block the light of guardianship.

After this epic poem full of mythical scenes of the power of creation, there is a map carefully drawn, which remembers part of the continent of Northrend and Stormfjord of the Broken Isles, and marks a special island on it. .

The island looks like a tomb where great men are buried.

"Choose a paladin with both ability and political integrity. He must have an extraordinary persistence in justice and a desire to protect. But if he is pretending, he is destined to die there.

In front of the guardian of truth, any disguise will be exposed. "

Blake reminded:

"But if he is really a perfect saint, then he can return with the holy relics in up to seven days. Let your paladin go to my island. I have arranged everything there, and there will be someone to send him there. .”

"Justice and protection?"

The Pope narrowed his eyes and said:

"Well, I happen to have a perfect candidate in mind."

"No, don't let Varian Wrynn go."

Blake refused:

"You have turned him into a paladin. Let the poor kid retain some aggression. He was born a wolf cub. Don't raise him as a guard dog!

I think Uther or Lord Dathrohan would be suitable. "

"Okay, okay, I listen to the 'Prophet's' will."

The Pope laughed and put away the scroll. Finally, he blinked, pointed outside the door, and said to Blake:

"The little ghost heard everything, about you and your father, and she is about to run away. If you don't want to purify her, then you can only take her away.

You know, it's hard for a child that old to keep a secret. "

The expression of the pirate who was tricked changed, he stood up and scolded:

"Ah, you Fa'ao, you are such an honest person, can you be so mean-spirited! You gave me everything."

"Who is that? Don't run away! Do you believe I will break your legs?"