Azeroth Trail of Light

A golden thunder flashed through the air, and flower-shaped flames scattered in the air, followed by a slight burning smell. When the lingering light mist slowly dissipated, Dick appeared at the door of the coalition headquarters command post, holding a weapon. The paladin saw clearly the several badges on Dick's chest, and immediately straightened his body.

"Welcome! Great Knight of Order!"

"Well! Good day, warriors."

He greeted the guards, and he could be seen carrying a long wooden box. On the gray wooden box, a silver chain was wrapped several times, and the golden talisman on the chain could be seen as he walked. Wen, seems to be twisting and reshaping every moment.

"There is a dark smell in the air, and I can feel that you have brought something not very good."

Just as Dick took a few steps, a leisurely voice sounded behind him. The paladin turned around and saw Old Fording who had just jumped off his horse. The old knight seemed to have just returned from a patrol. He held his helmet and held the Throwing the whip to his guard, he strode up.

Old Fording stepped forward and gave him a hug, then patted him on the shoulder,

"Everyone here has to thank you, Dick, and welcome back!"

Dick grinned, and then, the old knight's eyes fell on the wooden box behind Dick. He reached out to touch it, but Dick dodged it.

This action made the old knight's eyes narrow, and he lowered his voice,

"secret?"

Dick looked at him, shook his head,

"not dangerous!"

Ten minutes later, the great knight Mograine who was stationed at Fortagen Fortress arrived late, and was the last one to push open the door of the reception room. There were already at least 7 people waiting inside, all of whom were real high-level coalition forces.

And on the table among the 7 people, there was the wooden box.

The silver chain has been untied and lost its restraint. The scream of darkness surging inside is shaking almost everyone's nerves. Those who are sensitive to this breath, such as old Fording whose energy is biased towards salvation, are even more Sitting far away, he kept rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

Obviously, this thing has caused him a lot of trouble. As soon as Mograine walked into the hall, the epee burned by the holy flame behind his back couldn't help but beat. This scene made the big knight stop Step forward.

The will of the holy sword is telling him that there is danger in front of him!

"Who can tell me what this thing is?"

Mograine cautiously suppressed the restless Ashbringer with his holy power, then raised his head, scanned the faces of everyone, and finally set his eyes on Dick who was sitting beside Saurfang, and spoke more emphatically. ,

"Dick?"

The paladin didn't speak, he stood up and exhaled,

"Okay, everyone is here, so let me just talk straight."

"When I entered Northrend, I was thinking about a problem. I believe that everyone here has encountered this problem. In the last encounter with Wyrmrest Temple, Overlord Saurfang killed Rivendell, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Mograine killed Kurtaz, King Varian and others teamed up to remove Marrowgar, but we also saw that just yesterday, Rivendell appeared again On the battlefield of Angasa."

"The souls of these guys are stored in Frostmourne. For the dead souls, as long as the souls are still there, they can be resurrected, so even if we kill all the heroes under Alsace at once, less than 2 In a few days, we have to face them again, what Alsace lost was just some dark magic power, and with the supplement of Icecrown Glacier's magic power node, he will never lack this thing at all."

Dick's eyes fell on the wooden box on the table,

"Breaking the ice is imminent. To increase the success rate, we have to find ways to weaken the natural disasters. The premise is to prevent those high-level undead from being resurrected again and again."

"So, I brought this!"

"Snapped!"

Dick's cane hit the top of the wooden box. The box split from the top and spread out in four directions, revealing the ice-blue battle ax that was framed inside. When the box full of imprisonment runes was opened, At that moment, the substantial dark energy rushed madly in all directions, baring its teeth and claws like a devil just released!

"Swish Swish Swish Swish"

At the moment when the dark energy hit, the holy light shields around the bodies of Fording, Mograine, Velen, and Bolvar were activated at the same time, and the anger of Saurfang and Kane Bloodhoof was like flames. It surged, and Vol'jin, who was sitting beside him, waved his left hand, and a shadow shattered the crazy darkness in front of him. General Shandris held the wooden amulet at his waist, and her shining moonlight completely burned the darkness.

Rogelio Starchaser, the representative of Quel'Thalas, sliced ​​through the darkness with a dagger, but Goraya, the old Zandalari troll, ignored it completely and let the darkness close to his body.

"It's not funny at all! If it was someone else, I would have thrown him in jail!"

Mograine's tone was very angry, but when his eyes fell on the ice-blue battle axe, he couldn't say what he was going to say next.

"How...how does this battle ax match..."

"Like Frostmourne, right?"

Dick's voice was very soft, but it reached everyone's ears steadily, "Yes, it is a weapon modeled after Frostmourne, and even its functions are similar...absorb souls, store souls, and use the power of souls Strengthening the power of ourselves, most importantly, we can use it to stop Frostmourne!"

The paladin's left hand landed on the handle of the battle ax that kept roaring at the soul level. You could see the battle ax humming constantly, trying to escape from his control, but the power of order was completely suppressed. down.

Dick put it in front of his eyes, his eyes were full of indifferent appreciation,

"It's greedy, but cutting through all falsehoods is its purpose!"

"It's evil, but its voice speaks out against violence!"

"It is angry, but it is its mission to cleanse the evil of the world!"

"When the thousand-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-soul hell unfolds behind it..."

"Even a god! Tremble before it!"

Dick put the tomahawk back on the table, and his voice became low, but it was as shocking as the roaring tomahawk,

"I call it the sorrow of the shadow, the shadow of justice, when the curtain ends for evil, the endless sorrow that blooms!"

Looking at the quiet hall, the paladin breathed a sigh of relief,

"I solved ninety-nine puzzles for it to appear, so now there's only one problem left...Who of you, would you wield it?"

No one answered, although the power of this battle ax did make everyone very intoxicated, but any reasonable person can see the hidden risks behind this intoxication. Overlord Saurfang pointed at the axe, His tone was slightly suspicious,

"Frostmourne changed Arthas from a paladin to a death knight, so... Shadowmourne, will it have the same risk?"

"Frankly, I don't know!"

Dick sat on the chair, put his hands on his knees, and buried his chin in his palms, "I can hold it because I am one of its creators, but even so, it still refuses to obey me. , so what it will bring to his new owner, I don't know, but there are two things I can be sure of."

"First of all, people who already have an artifact-like weapon cannot tame it. Uther and I have tried this. The instinctive will of an artifact-like weapon will prevent us from accepting such a weapon."

"Secondly, whether it's a warrior or a ranger, whether it's a paladin or even a priest, as long as you can tame that greedy soul, you can hold all its power, but there must be some impact on yourself. Generally speaking, it is a complete magic weapon, I can't really confirm whether it will transform our own power."

Woking looked away from the battle-axe, and his left hand kept turning a string of delicate bone beads. After hearing what Dick said, he said,

"During the period when my father was still alive, I learned many methods of making voodoo magic tools from him. One of the methods is to create a magic weapon first, and then find a not too strong one for it. Master, let the magic weapon control the user... I hate this practice, but if this kind of sacrifice is necessary, we might as well..."

"No way!"

This time it was the tauren chief Kane who spoke. The big man flicked his tail on the ground and looked at the Shadowmourne Battle Ax full of fear. For the tauren who admire nature, this evil weapon It shouldn't be there at all.

But from the commander's point of view, he sincerely hopes that this weapon can be used as Dick said. He explained to Volkin,

"Chief Vol'jin, you came late, and you haven't fought Alsace head-on. The magic sword in his hand can erode the soul almost all the time. If you give such a weapon to a weak-willed guy, If he really faces Frostmourne, his powerful strength will not be able to help him at all, and he will probably be defeated immediately."

"So, the meaning of Dick Knight is also very obvious. To hold this battle ax, you must first pass this test, at least prove that you will not be defeated in this kind of confrontation at the level of will, which is even more important than Your own power is more important."

Wojin nodded, and stopped talking. He also saw the difficulty of this question. Of all the people present, will anyone stand up to respond to this kind of gamble that may lose everything?

"I have a question, Dick."

A voice came from behind everyone, it was Old Fording, the paladin untied the armor on his left hand, he moved his wrist, stood up, looked at Dick,

"Will this weapon affect the user's thinking?"

Dick looked at the old knight, "As long as you really tame it, it won't be affected... But Fording, are you sure you want to try? In fact, in my opinion, you are not the most suitable candidate. The opposition between holy light and death will It's much harder for you to control it."

"But someone has to give it a try, and I think I'm a good fit."

Old Fording spread his hands, "I desperately want to end all of this, I desperately want to return to Hearth Valley, watch my hometown and my country rebuild, and personally participate in it."

The old knight took a deep breath, "My name of Holy Light is Salvation, and my attack power is not as good as that of Mograine or Saurfang Overlord. Help is only my experience, but I prefer to end it all by myself. We have wasted too much time and sacrificed too much on this matter, the former King Terenas, Uther, Kurtaz, Dathrohan, and the warriors who died because of it...it's time for this to end."

In the eyes of everyone, Old Fording walked to the table, his face was no longer young, only his eyes were still shining, his palm touched the handle of Shadowmourne's beating axe, and his With a weary voice,

"I've lost so much to this damn war, and you know...I'm old..."