Azeroth Trail of Light

Time back to 10 minutes ago.

On the ground battlefield, the battle between the paladin coalition forces and the undead is going on anxiously, but after hearing the news that the Scarlet Crusade also joined the battlefield from the flanks, the undead struggled in front of the Anubisath guards and the earthen army. The line of defense formed was almost smashed into a sieve by the fanatical Scarlet Knights.

The frontline commander, Tirion Fordring, was already preparing to retreat, and the task of luring the enemy had been completed, but after the few but fearsome Scarlet Knights charged into the battlefield, he immediately It was discovered that something was wrong. The performance of these scarlet paladins was too strong, which was completely different from the sluggishness in the previous battle. It seemed... It seemed that these guys had found the pillar of crazy belief again.

Fording turned his head and looked towards the flank of the battle line, and soon, he saw the familiar figure.

He is riding on a war horse, without the overbearing Holy Light Slash of the past, he and the other Scarlet Knights wield the weapons in their hands, slashing and killing the undead, no longer like an invincible hero, but more real Some.

Old Mograine, he finally came back, the Ashbringer in his hand was dimmed, but whenever the sword was raised, it was still the same as before, always leading the crowd of charging knights, There were bursts of wild cheers.

They will not give up old Mograine just because he lost his power, nor will they become weak because they lost the Ashbringer. On the contrary, this special army, after the frustrated man returned to the battlefield, once again found They lost their souls, and this time, after a shameful betrayal, they became more determined.

That indomitable will!

But they charged too fast, even broke away from the overall front, and pierced into the depths of the undead like sharp knives. When the knights' charge was stopped, they would inevitably fall into a very difficult situation.

Tirion felt the long-lost excitement flowing in his body. He couldn't just watch his old brother die on the battlefield. He was no longer the invincible Ashbringer, and such a rush would probably kill him!

Fording threw the telescope in his hand to the adjutant, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and raised it high.

Warriors of the Holy Light, our brothers are fighting the enemy bravely on the front line! Come with me! Let them see the will of the northern border warriors!

Silver Hand! Charge!

Almost all paladins knew the situation of Old Fording. He, who had been deprived of the power of the Holy Light, had become old due to the devastation of the years, and even a death knight could not match him. In most cases, Fording Will not take the initiative to join the battlefield, but at this moment, after seeing the figure of the same old old Mograine, Fording felt that the courage returned to his body.

Without the Holy Light, so what?

I still have my sword, I still have my courage!

I can still charge, and I can even fight!

Tai Lan standing beside Fording couldn't stop his father's footsteps at all, and the other paladins didn't react, but when old Fording rushed down the hillside with a long sword on his horse, the paladin's footsteps also moved. Yes, the paladins of the last reserve team shouted the name of courage, followed behind Fording, and bravely joined the battlefield.

The holy light was shining, and soon, the speed of this army reached the limit, like an arrow composed of light, wherever it went, all the undead were overturned to the ground, the most surprising thing is, As a mortal, Old Fording did not fall behind. He seemed to have returned to his youngest days, leading fearless knights to gallop on the battlefield.

He felt that some kind of power was revived in his body, and that was not an illusion.

Four years later, when Fording once again galloped on the battlefield in the name of courage, he felt that the previous blood had returned to his body, and the old body was revived again!

On this battlefield, the will of the veteran returned to his soul. He looked behind him, his son, just like himself before, was fearless and brave. Be a hero.

And those young soldiers, they are hope! It is the flame of hope in Lordaeron!

How to let them perish here?

Fording accelerated again, leading the Paladin towards the Scarlet Crusade surrounded by undead, where Alessandro was fighting to the death, that lunatic!

Just like on the battlefield of the orcs, even if there is one soldier in the battle, he is not willing to retreat!

Don't die! Bastard! You still have things to do!

Old Fording was shouting, and a sword pierced a ghoul that rushed forward. In a corner that he didn't even notice, a faint light was shining on the edge of his sword.

Old Mograine also saw Old Fording rushing towards him, that old brother, the guy who fought bloody battles together, is he crazy?

He has long lost the power of the Holy Light. On such a cruel battlefield, even if he is caught by a ghoul, he will die!

Go back! Fording, don't come here!

The old knight yelled, turned around and used the weak holy light in his body to attach to the cold weapon, and hacked to death the skeleton warrior who rushed over with his sword, but was soon surrounded by more undead. The weak tiger was surrounded by coyotes, and although it was still fighting, its solemn and solemn aura was fully displayed.

This guy is here to die!

boom

A death knight hit Mograine's back with a warhammer in his hand, and the old knight was thrown flying. His wounds had not healed, and the power of the Holy Light was weak, and this thing hit his wound again. One blow almost knocked old Mograine out of combat.

The commander of the undead also recognized the identities of old Mograine and old Fording. The lich laughed wildly and blocked all the undead who could command from the battle circle, and even gave up the advantage of the battlefield. The idea is to cull the leaders of these two northern Xinjiang paladins here.

As long as they are defeated, the natural disaster will win sooner or later! I will also receive a gift from the Lich King!

Tai Lan led the paladin almost without fear of the frenzied impact of life and death, but was entangled in a steady stream of undead, and could only watch his father rushing into the front of the undead alone.

The young paladin had never been so scared, he never thought he would say goodbye to his father in this situation, he didn't want that, but...

Tai Lan frantically grabbed the collar of the herald beside him, and roared,

Blow the horn! Send the signal! Let all the active paladins and soldiers come over! The decisive battle has begun! Right here!

The herald was stunned for a moment, he glanced at the surrounding battlefield, and instantly understood that Fording and Mograine were under siege, once they died here...

The herald couldn't imagine what would happen next. Without hesitation, he took out the flare on his waist and held it up to the sky. When the specially made blood-red silver hand emblem exploded in the air, the entire Dongda All the soldiers of Ronmere and West Daronmere saw the emblem.

Includes Stratholme and Tyr's Hand, and Light's Hope Chapel.

Darian, who was accompanying Bridget who was tied to the chair, saw the bloody sign from the window, and put the blade of anger behind his back with a serious face. He glanced at Bridget and bowed down. With his lower body, he kissed the stubborn current general of the Scarlet Crusade lightly on the forehead.

This made Bridget's eyes widen, and as Darien turned to leave, Miss Abedis screamed,

What are you going to do, bastard!

The decisive battle has begun, Bridget. I'm going to the battlefield. If I can come back, I will apologize to you!

Ms. Mai Lin, please send Bridget to Quel'Thalas, please!

Bastard, let me go! Don't leave me alone, bastard!

At this moment, whether they like it or not, all the soldiers in Northern Xinjiang rushed to West Dalomere as quickly as possible, and the decisive battle broke out, which broke out so unexpectedly.

Old Mograine struggled to lean on the Ashbringer to keep from falling. In his already blurred vision, he could only see Old Fording jumping off his horse, slashing and killing the surrounding undead with one sword at a time. approached him.

Don't come here...go back, Fording...go back!

The old knight was thrown to the ground by a ghoul, using his last strength to block the Ashbringer in front of him, struggling to stop the ghoul's teeth from biting, and Fording saw this scene, at this critical moment, He subconsciously waved his left hand, wanting to use holy light to destroy the ghoul.

But Fording suddenly realized that he had been abolished by the power of the Holy Light, and old Mograine was going to die!

Miracle, Fording has never been so eager for a miracle.

Show me! Merciful Holy Light, show me your existence! Dick said he has seen you with his own eyes. If you really exist, show me this miracle! He can't die here!

Well, this reason is not bad, so let's do as you wish!

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A power that was so unfamiliar that Fording was at a loss burst out from his body. At this moment, that piercing pillar of holy light brought the entire battlefield into a brief stagnation.

Tai Lan, who was fighting fiercely with the death knight, turned his head to look at the location where the holy light erupted. At this moment, the long sword in his hand fell with a bang. If it wasn't for the death knight who also stayed in place, I am afraid that this second It was enough to kill Tai Lan.

But the reality is that in this almost fatal environment, his father, Tirion Fordring, who had been abolished the power of the Holy Light four years ago, awakened the Holy Light again, and this time, it was far more blurred than him Memory is stronger!

The light was so blazing that the undead on the entire battlefield screamed. In the beam of light that erupted, all the undead were purified, and ashes all over the place were flying in the wind.

Old Fording half-kneeled on the ground, like a baptized believer, the wrinkles on his face have been smoothed, and his frail body is full of strength again, which is the gift of the Holy Light.

But he didn't have time to thank the Holy Light, but walked quickly to the side of old Mograine, the breath of the old knight was already weak, Fording's hand firmly held Mograine's palm,

Alessandro, get up, bastard! How can you die here! Wake me up!

The old knight opened his eyes with difficulty. During Tirion Fordring's treatment regardless of consumption, he felt a bit of warmth in his cold body. He looked at the holy flames surging around Old Fording's body, and showed a satisfied smile.

Ahem, Tirion... I knew you would be a hero, and you will always surprise people.

Shut up, Alessandro, you need to rest now! We will win, Uther will be rescued, we will win soon! Hold on!

No, Fording, no.

Old Mograine put the cold sword in front of him with difficulty, Take it, Tirion, take it, and then become the Ashbringer. We need an Ashbringer.

Bastard! You have to survive!

Fording ignored the artifact that was close at hand, but held Mograine's hand with both hands, and shouted, There is only one Ashbringer! That's you, Alessandro, not this damn sword Make you the Ashbringer, but you gave it the name Ashbringer, cheer me up!

The paladin looked up at the sky, and when the surrounding undead rushed over again stepping on the ashes, he shouted to the empty sky,

Holy Light of Mercy, turn your eyes here! Here is one of your believers, please save him!

Snapped

Time seemed to stop at this moment. In Fording's hopeful and dim eyes of old Mograine, a group of golden rays of light bloomed in the sky. It was a shining star in the universe. A sacred place filled with light, where the first light pierces the endless darkness.

Accompanied by a burst of clear laughter, that grand will came to this world again, his tone was brisk, just like in Dick's world back then,

I have to thank this world, Azeroth, it is so different, it is so weak, but in this weak world, there are always mortal heroes that amaze me.

The Legion of Holy Light will have your place. After all the turmoil in this world subsides, you will be sublimated, and you will bear my name and fight to the death against endless chaos and darkness, but before that, I need a reason! Aya Alessandro Mograine, Tirion Fordring, my loyal followers, tell me, after experiencing the most miserable things in the world, are you still willing to fight for me?

I do!

I...I am willing! In...in the name of revenge!

Hahaha! Knights in the name of salvation, knights in the name of vengeance, look at this magical world, look at these warriors who fought to the death, I may have to thank Dick for leading my eyes here ahead of time, Otherwise, how many legends of warriors should I miss!

In this way, I will give you sublimation, remember your beliefs, that is the source of your true strength.

Take that sword, and become the true Ashbringer! Alessandro, one day...you will understand the meaning of your existence, and that will be the greatest glory.

By the way, tell Dick who is still confused, I'm waiting for his reason.