Azeroth Trail of Light

The profession of paladin has not been around for a very short time. It was established during the first orc war by the then leader of the Church of the Holy Light, Alonsus Faol. The Alonsus Chapel in Stratholme, Kingdom of Danron, established the Knights of the Silver Hand.

It was the first and most orthodox paladin group.

There were five first-generation paladins, all disciples of Faol, Uther, Fordring, Turalyon, Ravengard, and Dathrohan.

There are priests and warriors among them, but after being awakened by the power of the holy light under the crown of Faol, they used their own power to form a new fighting style, that is, the paladin. In the brutal battle of the orc war, the paladin This kind of existence with strong survivability and attacking ability was soon unanimously recognized by the human world. It was also from that time that the number of paladins began to increase rapidly.

They are called the messengers of justice.

But even professionals like paladins will inevitably suffer casualties in the brutal war. After the orc war ended, all the remains of paladins that could be found were stored in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel in northern Xinjiang, here Therefore, it has become one of the holy places for all the Holy Light believers in the Eastern Continent.

Then I have to talk about another unique phenomenon that exists in Azeroth. When some warriors die, their souls will not dissipate because of a certain obsession. Those who are biased towards the dark side often become similar to the undead. Existence, and those who are biased towards the light side will become another existence. The body is an undead, but they can still use divine power.

They are called Heroic Spirits.

The timeline moved forward tens of thousands of years. At that time, the Titans made a soul shepherd named Hela to manage these souls, and Odin, the strongest chief manager among the guardians of the Titans, had studied the souls of the heroic spirits. Power, and thus created his special and powerful Heroic Legion, but because of certain grievances between Hela and Odin, the shepherd finally colluded with the corrupted King of Wisdom, Loken, and plotted against the powerful Odin.

The chief manager has been trapped in his Hall of Valor until now, and Hela, who has completely fallen into evil, no longer fulfills her mission. As a result, tens of thousands of years later, the heroic spirits are left in Azeroth, and the newborn heroic spirits are useless. You can go anywhere, you can only continue to exist in the place where you were born.

This phenomenon is very rare, but the Holy Light's Hope Chapel in northern Xinjiang is one of them. The spirits of the tens of thousands of paladins who died in the war were sealed under the chapel together with their remains. They have The power is astonishingly powerful, this is a secret that is only circulated among the real big men.

But it is a pity that mortals cannot communicate with heroic spirits, or even communicate. Those heroic spirits can only fight back against the invading darkness and evil. This is why in the original history, although the entire northern border fell, the Holy Light The most important reason why the Wish Chapel can survive.

Even the mighty Lich King Arthas dare not set foot on this land at will, because that is a terrifying power that would be fatal to him!

Dick knew this very early on. After the War of Quicksand, he even felt the presence of heroic spirits on the sculpture named "Quicksand Eternal". Those heroic spirits were very friendly to him, but they still couldn't communicate. It's a pity, but now, when he knew Kel'Thuzad's plan, Dick's eyes turned red.

Grand Lich, this lunatic is planning to draw his salary from the bottom of the pot!

Once the heroic spirits of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel are exhausted, the entire northern border will completely lose the trump card that can suppress Alsace and the undead army. When Alsace wakes up one year later, when he starts the war again, the northern border There will be no danger at all!

The bastard!

He clearly wanted to push Alsace and Northern Xinjiang to a dead end, so that one of them had to fall.

Naxxramas cannot be allowed to appear above Light's Hope Chapel! cannot! Absolutely not!

The holy flames around Dick's body burned more intensely, and the holy pattern of order on his forehead was activated again. This was a manifestation of the mobilization of the power of order to the extreme. The wind chasing sword used to maintain body balance on the ground.

"Help me! Anveena!"

Sitting on his shoulders, Lady Anwena flapped the golden wings on her back, showing her figure behind Dick, pushing her hands forward with all her strength,

"Give it to others!"

Feeling the huge force coming from behind, Dick jumped up from the ground in the gust of hunting wind, holding the wind chasing sword with both hands, amidst the blue light and silver flames shining from the wind and thunder, he roared towards the standing Kel'Thuzad stabbed in place.

"Give it to me. Die!"

His black hair was blown up, and Dick's eyes were full of desperate madness. He knew that he had no chance of winning against Kel'Thuzad, but right now it was no longer something that he could not do because he had no chance of winning.

He is like a knight waving a spear at a windmill, knowing that it is not a giant, but still driven by the belief in his heart to defeat that unimaginable opponent.

The Grand Lich turned his head, the blood-red king spirit fire in his eyes had completely turned into a deep purple, he looked at the sword blade stabbing down from above, neither dodging nor dodging, instead, he opened his eyes under Dick's surprised eyes Arms, in the posture of a victim, let the blade wrapped in the power of order penetrate into his bone body.

"Dedicate my blood and flesh, only for your glory!"

"Dedicate my soul and bones, let your glory make me sublime!"

"Let it eat my soul, let it crush my will."

"I know, I am looking into the abyss, and the abyss is looking back at me."

"Let it hurt, let it bleed, make it howl."

"In the glory of the primordial chaos, I will have eternal life everywhere!"

"Glory to you."

"The blood is yours."

The complete, insane prayer was read out by Kel'Thuzad, and the Wind Chaser Sword in Dick's hand pierced through his bones, and the scorching force of order surged on the surface of his body, destroying all his existence. Like bones in flames, they turn black and eventually turn to ashes.

Dick held the blade, and Kel'Thuzad held the blade with his bony fingers. There was no pain in his purple eyes, only a creepy peace.

This lunatic has no defense at all, not even a shred of defense!

"We'll meet again, Dick Knight."

Kel'Thuzad's heck of laughter reached Dick's ears like a poisonous snake, and the paladin couldn't help but let go of the hilt of his sword, and took two steps back. Disappeared, like dry firewood that has been poured with less kerosene, the speed of burning is surprising.

"I hope you won't be too surprised when we meet again, Dick."

"Ah, Kel'Thuzad is dead. The new Kel'Thuzad is about to be resurrected. Another journey begins."

The last voice of ghosts sounded in the hall, like an invisible fear strangling Dick's neck, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Naxxramas, who was flying fast, was like an invisible giant As if the hand fell from the air, after losing all power and guidance, it bombarded obliquely towards the ground.

The paladin only had time to glance at the scene on the ground before he closed his eyes in pain and clenched his fists.

That's Light's Hope Chapel, damn it, it can't be stopped!

Three seconds later, the ground in the entire northern border vibrated violently. The sea of ​​undead, which was fighting desperately with the constant stream of paladins and soldiers, had some changes at this moment. Countless undead were running around like headless chickens, and the sea of ​​undead, which could have been able to confront the paladins head-on, was completely thrown into chaos at this moment.

And at the edge of East Dalommere, where the once sacred place was, an indescribably powerful golden beam of light shot up into the sky, among which were the voices of countless warriors shouting to kill the enemy, like a battlefield of gods, The golden light almost shone across the entire East Dalomere, wherever it was radiated by the power of tens of thousands of heroic spirits burning themselves, those undead who were hiding were howling and burned to ashes.

At that moment, the entire East Dalomere, West Darrowmir, and even Tirisfal, Gilneas in the farther distance, even Arathi Highlands, Ironforge, and even Stormwind City, did anyone acquainted see that road? The golden beam of light piercing through the sky and the earth, at that moment, it was like the arrival of the real dawn.

That was later called a miracle. It is said that the omnipresent holy light appeared in person, shot down the evil natural disaster floating city, and with the help of the Dawn Knight, beheaded the terrifying grand lich on the spot.

The Holy Light's Hope Chapel, which was completely destroyed in the impact, was not abandoned because of this, but was rebuilt brick by brick by the Holy Light believers who came from all over the world spontaneously after the war, becoming more magnificent and more beautiful. sacred.

But in the eyes of insiders, this glorious temple is far less meaningful than before.

In that collision, there were less than 200 survivors in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel Town, and more than 700 ascetic monks, civilians, adventurers, and even disabled soldiers died in that collision and the ensuing eruption. In the tide of light.

No one felt that their death was worthless, even the families of the deceased believed that they had obtained the supreme glory, and returned to the peaceful heaven in the most righteous tide of holy light, and even countless fanatics envied these " "Sacrificial victims", they think it is the greatest mercy for believers.

And at the same time, when the piercing pillar of holy light swayed across the entire East Dalomere, when this miracle happened, in a corner house in the business district of Stormwind, a dim teleportation The light of the spell lit up in the room, and with the gentle cry of Meow, Mr. Bigworth walked out of the shattered light with his tail cocked.

This witch cat with wisdom in its eyes gracefully jumped from the window sill to the ground, stretched its beautiful tail aside, and played with it for a while. Mr. Bigworth is very good at Treat yourself to some fun.

But it is different from ordinary stupid cats. It quickly remembered its mission, so it walked across the dark floor silently, took the green crystal pendant under its neck, and placed it on the inconspicuous floor. central.

With the sound of clicking, a secret door opened under the floor, and the kitten rushed in. In the deepest part of the basement, a guy wearing a mage's robe was lying there, holding a black box in his hand, his eyes were closed , with weak breathing, but no proper thinking, just like a container.

Mr. Bigworth jumped to this guy's chest, put the green crystal in the box, and then obediently lay on this guy's chest, making cute meowing sounds from time to time.

Seconds later, the container was reinfused with life as green and purple light rose.

"Cough cough. Huh, the feeling of breathing again. It's so strange, and this weak power is really unlikable."

A hoarse voice sounded in the basement, and the warm hands gently hugged Mr. Bigworth in his arms, and gently stroked its head.

"Wait. Mr. Bigworth, are you eating something else? Let me see, my God! Catnip! Damn, you're a gentleman, you can't touch something that rude cats like!"

"Meow meow!"

"Okay ok, I know you like it, but you can't eat this rough stuff, you should have food worthy of your status, let me see, well, dear Benedictus should be able to find The best catnip, come, let's meet that old friend together."

"He will welcome us. He must welcome us."