Azeroth Trail of Light

When the little prince walked into the tomb on the right holding the oath performer, before he could see the scene in the tomb clearly, the stone door behind him suddenly fell down.

The heavy door hit the ground, splashing dust all over the place. The movement startled Anduin. He looked back, and there was a mysterious pattern engraved on the stone door, which was silver, forming a Steely silver fist.

Anduin recognized the symbol, and it was familiar.

But before he could speak, a deep breathing sounded behind him.

The voice was so clear in the quiet tomb that the little prince was taken aback. He turned his head and saw the figure standing up from the throne above the ring, and the thin and overly vrykul.

"Fu...another challenger...will you be the one I'm looking for?"

The vrykul stood up from his dusty throne and took a step forward. In an instant, the entire dark tomb lit up, and Anduin saw the vrykul's appearance.

He is fully armed, wearing old armor, which is covered with dizzying battle marks, and even the steel in some places has been damaged, and he has replaced the armor with a completely different color, which looks like a patch, plus The vrykul's thin body was far beyond that of ordinary vrykul, which made him look a little funny.

But a real warrior would never laugh at this old vrykul who seemed to fall to the ground in the slightest wind, nor would anyone who had ever been on a battlefield do that.

The significance of this armor has already surpassed its inconspicuous appearance. Looking at the scars on the armor, Anduin can even imagine how many battles its owner has gone through in order to make it what it is now. The appearance, that is the memory that has been rotated in the ruthless years and time, and finally left behind.

What can withstand the erosion of time is either a meaningless dead thing, or a will that is as tenacious as a stone.

The existence in front of him is obviously the latter.

Behind the worn-out horned helmet, Anduin could only see a pair of dim eyes. Those eyes were full of exhaustion, but they also represented persistence. The oath performer in Duin's hand exuded starlight, a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, then he bent slightly, jumped down from the high platform, and landed on the ground, staggering.

But his body swayed, and finally stopped in place. Then he reached out and took something from his back, and put it on the ground with a bang. At this moment, it seemed that the whole ground trembled.

It was a shield, the overall color was golden yellow, mixed with silver decorations, and in the center was a slowly rotating disc. The moment the Vrykul's hand touched the shield, the disc began to rotate slowly, and The blue runes on the shield light up one by one, and the blue lines protrude outward along the square grooves of the central ring of the shield. On this shield, a cross-shaped starlight sign is formed.

The lower part of the shield is silver, and the wings and feathers are carved in the same shape, and there are blue-purple metal bars fixed on it, making this shield look as beautiful as a work of art.

The elegant shield didn't match the vrykul's battered armor at all, but when the vrykul's hands were placed on the shield's surface, he almost merged with the shield, and he became a heavy hand. The shield, like a mountain, stood in front of Anduin, making his breathing difficult.

And the moment he saw the shield, the little prince also understood what his trial was...it was it!

That shield!

But can he defeat this vrykul who is as tall as a mountain?

The little prince didn't know, he didn't even dare to guess, the gap between the two was too big, it was unimaginable.

Worst of all, when the Vrykul raised his left hand, the oath performer held by Anduin slowly dissipated into a blue starlight, disappearing from his palm, and the next moment, But it appeared in the hands of that vrykul again. He knew that at this time, the long sword that was only emitting a faint light in Anduin's hand bloomed with its own splendor.

Paired with that heavy gold and silver shield, it is completely natural, and the starlight on the blade is even more dazzling like the stars in the sky.

"The Guardian of Truth..."

The Vrykul struck the shield held on his right hand with his long sword, making a soft bang. He looked at Anduin and assumed a fighting stance,

"Come! Try to defeat me, to prove that you will be my successor! To prove that you will be the successor of this shield!"

"I...I can't do it!"

Anduin backed away in some panic, until his back was pressed against a palm, and then that familiar voice rang in his ears,

"If you don't try, how do you know you can't do it?"

The little prince turned his head in surprise, and saw Dick standing behind him at some point. The stone door was still closed, and he didn't know how the paladin got in. He was wearing an ordinary black hunting suit, and he was wearing a blue and white suit. The cloak, with the fluff on the sides wrapped around his body, gave him a reassuring look.

In fact, he's been very reassuring.

Dick stretched out his hand with a smile and rubbed Anduin's messy hair into a mess, then stepped over him and walked to the opposite side of the Vrykul. Serious and deep, he stretched out his left hand, and a silver light bloomed in the palm of his hand, flowing quickly to the sides, and finally formed a long-handled war hammer.

The crystal-like surface of the hammer, the fist broke through the obstructing hammer body, the overflowing silver light moved back and forth on the surface of the war hammer, and finally converged to the center of the war hammer, Dick placed it on the ground in front of him, the Vrykul in front of him The body also trembled a bit.

Not out of fear, but out of excitement.

"Lord Tyr's... are you... his successor?"

"Yes, Ygrim, I know you... from the mouths of Azadas and Elonaya, I know the heroic feat you did when you died alone for Lord Tyre. You are the real hero. I'm sorry. It took too long to come here, but...it's not too late, in the name of Tyr's successor, let me ask you, are you willing to return to the banner of order?"

Dick looked at the Vrykul warrior who proudly raised his head in time and never surrendered. He asked in a deep voice,

"Are you willing to fight for the justice and truth of this world again? Just like the oath you made when you raised the Guardian of Truth in front of Lord Tyre."

The vrykul seemed to be stopped by this question, he thought for a few seconds, then nodded slightly,

"I would, but...it seems like the world isn't going to give me much time anymore."

He took off his helmet with a wry smile, revealing the extremely thin, almost skinny face, "I don't have time, I'm dying, as long as I walk out of this tomb and get in touch with the outside air, I will Will die, in fact, these years, if it is not for the will to find a successor for the Guardian of Truth to support me, I am afraid that I would have fallen down long ago."

"I really want to fight again, fight heartily again, but my heart that is about to stop is telling me, my painful body is telling me, even my dim eyes are telling me... I don't have that chance. "

"No, these are not problems!"

Dick's right hand was tilted into the air, a purple lightning shattered the teleportation stone in his palm, and then a thunderous portal appeared beside Dick's hand, and he could vaguely see that there was a thunderous stone platform over there. A figure like a giant dragon is crouching in it, receiving the thunder and lightning pouring into his body, which seems to be a kind of transformation, and also like a kind of strengthening of the body.

The paladin looked at Yrgrim, the first winterstyr vrykul warrior to serve Tyr, a former butcher on the battlefield, a guardian of a prodigal son, the corners of his mouth curled up,

"I will make up for the 10,000 years you wasted! You can fight for another 10,000 years! As long as you want!"

The vrykul's body trembled again, and he tried to see some emotion in Dick's eyes, but no, those eyes... Although they were different from the grown-up's eyes in his memory, there was less firmness, more A touch of softness, but the same can go straight to the bottom of my heart.

"Okay! I do!"

Ygrim put down the sword in his hand, and he looked at Dick, "But I only fight for order and truth! Not for your will!"

Dick lowered his head, the flame of justice disappeared in his hand, he muttered,

"Stay by my side anyway. Everything is fine."

The paladin turned sideways, looked at Anduin with a worried face, and then at Ygrim,

"Then I won't bother you with the trial of the Guardian of Truth, but... I have a small suggestion, you can suppress your strength to the same level as my disciple."

Dick glanced at Anduin,

"When the gap in strength is too large, the significance of this kind of trial is not great, and I believe that if he can be recognized by the oath practitioner, his persistence in a certain belief is worthy of recognition. The only thing that needs to be considered is, He may belong to the future, not the present."

Ygrim thought for a moment when he heard the words, then spread his hands,

"But I can't do it. Too much time has passed, my control over power has weakened, and I can no longer suppress my own power. Moreover, you are right. If it is him now, there is no chance of winning. I can Push back the time of the trial."

"Need not!"

Dick waved his hand, and after laying the groundwork, he revealed his careful thoughts, "Then I strengthen him to an appropriate level, shouldn't it be considered a violation? Anduin will be my successor, and if it doesn't violate fairness Under the circumstances, I think I should be able to give him some help."

Ygrim waved his hand, as if he didn't care about this blatant "cheating".

So Dick turned his head and glanced at Anveena. The latter flapped her wings and landed on Anduin's shoulder. The ring of the shield, the ring inlaid with khaki amber, was stuffed into the little prince's hand by him.

"Being able to get here, your trial has already completed more than half, and Ygrim will not kill you, so this time, show him all your understanding of the Holy Light, Anduin, Tell me, are you afraid?"

The little prince raised his head and looked at Dick. The familiar face of the instructor was cautious, and there was a hint of expectation. He probably hoped that he could pass this test.

This is his mentor. When he rescued Anduin from the black dragon dragon, he occupied a very strange place in his heart. He brought the little prince the warmth of a father. The time when he was in a bad state also gave him a sense of security from his protector.

Later, when the little prince grew up slowly, became a paladin, and experienced so many bizarre things, Dick's figure was already a little blurred in his heart, but at this moment, the little prince looked into those eyes, and there was something in his eyes. Yes, it was Dick wearing Judgment Armor, with light wings on his back, leading him into Stormwind Fortress.

Anduin suddenly knew what Dick meant to him.

The person you want to be!

Idols, admirers, yes, facing the expectant eyes, Anduin nodded,

"I'm not afraid! I'm going to be a strong paladin like you! So I can't fail here!"

Dick froze for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, reached out and messed up the little prince's hair,

"Then go! Let me see my disciple, how far can you go!"

After finishing speaking, the paladin took a step back and stood outside the battlefield. The little prince held the Wind Chaser Sword in his hand. Although this sword looked huge and sharp, it looked like a two-handed epee, but In fact, its weight is only as heavy as a one-handed sword. Even Anduin can hold it in his hand without too much effort.

He wore the ring on the index finger of his left hand. According to Dick's teaching, he slowly injected the holy energy in his body into it. The little prince felt that the ring was like a bottomless pit, devouring his holy energy. Lady Anveena on his shoulder pouted, and put her hand on Anduin's neck.

The next moment, brilliant holy flames and holy light emerged from behind the little prince, continuously pouring into his body, and the flickering shield of the naaru was also fully activated at this moment, but Anduin could not It is well controlled, so the shield formed is only the most common shape.

It doesn't have Dick's exquisite shape and lifelike feel at all, but it's enough!

He bent down slightly, and like Ygrim on the opposite side, he blocked the light shield in front of him, and the long sword in his hand rested on the surface of the shield.

The huge holy energy from the spirit of the sun rolled in his not-so-tall body. Opposite him was a hero who had left a glorious track in history tens of thousands of years ago. He was fighting for something that represented justice and truth. to fight for artifacts.

Finally, Anduin, he also embarked on his own path.