Menethil's Power

Chapter 50 Windrunner's Friendship
Independent authority?
Isaacs stretched out his palm subconsciously, and a small but very condensed ball of holy light energy appeared in his palm.Yes, he still didn't regard the holy light as a god, nor did he use any spell-casting tools.This is indeed his own power.

Isaacs suddenly became excited. Although his current ability is only equivalent to a light bulb, this is a qualitative change.All the priests regarded themselves as servants or followers of the Holy Light, but at this time he could be called the controller of the Holy Light, although he could only control a small ball of light.

But it's still a good start, isn't it?The predecessor of the vast ocean may be just a drop of water, maybe he, Isaacs, will one day become the new guardian of order...

"Ahem..." Squall's clear cough instantly brought Isaacs back to reality from his unrealistic fantasy. "It seems that your Highness has realized the key point." The mage said with some relief.

Isaacs nodded, his face suddenly became strange, "How can I cultivate this power of the Holy Light that belongs to me?" He asked Squall, since even the relationship with the Holy Light has undergone a qualitative change, how can I cultivate it? Obviously, the pastor's practice method is no longer applicable.

"I can't give an answer. Maybe you can consult the professional Tirion." Squall said matter-of-factly.

Isaacs sighed, it is necessary to ask for advice, but now does not seem to be the right time.He must first find a reasonable reason to explain his physical condition to the paladin.Tirion now does not have a mature concept of the Holy Light like 20 years later, and he certainly cannot accept the concept of the Controller of the Holy Light.

"I'm a little tired, Squall, let me be alone for a while." Isaacs said with some disinterest.

Squall saluted and left.Isaacs plunged into the soft bed again in a disfigured manner, picked up the holy book of origin and flipped it.This thick book has not changed much, and it seems that the huge energy of the holy light did not come from it at all.

The first part is the basic sacred and commandment spell records, followed by mid-level and high-level spells such as Penance and Feather of Heaven, and then there are three-line blessings and unconventional spells such as piety aura.These take up only half of the pages of the canon.

The last page was supposed to be the rune pattern of the pious halo, but Isaacs keenly discovered that there was something new after that. He turned the pages of the book with great interest and read the title softly.

"Guardian of ancient kings."

What follows is a long description of the spell.There was a cup of brewed black tea on the bedside table, still steaming, which Paltress had prepared for him before.Isaacs handed it over, took a sip and read the text.

After 2 minutes, he knew the general content of this new spell, that is, to summon the heroic spirits of the sages to fight.Generally only one can be summoned at a time.

"This trick looks familiar." Isaacs muttered, his eyes shifted to the right, suddenly his pupils contracted violently, and all the tea in his mouth spewed out.He coughed loudly and looked like he was going to hell.

This page is a lifelike full-body portrait of a beautiful woman with her eyes closed and her head bowed slightly, her arms crossed as if praying devoutly. She is wearing a golden slim armor with a pair of slender wings behind her. , like a holy battle angel.

Of course Isaacs knew that this was not an angel, because Azeroth didn't have the concept of an angel at all, not to mention that the person in the painting was standing in front of him a few days ago to discuss the defensive tactics of Fengxing Village.

"Artoria..."

Isaacs felt his head was a little messy. He carefully recalled the previous battle with Zul'jin, and soon realized that it was the energy that went east but returned quickly. Obviously Artoria's soul was brought by it. back.That energy was also the reason why he was able to completely use the burst of holy light for his own use, but it obviously couldn't be the work of Artoria's soul.

Isaacs couldn't help groaning. He seemed to have stolen some of the moon god's power and detained the soul of a devout moon believer.This may have completely offended the only true god of Azeroth.

Suddenly there was a light knock on the door, and a pleasant voice came, "Can we come in, Isaacs?"

It's Aurelia!Isaacs immediately closed the scripture of origin in a panic.Manipulation of souls is taboo in Azeroth. Once the Fengxing family knows that Artoria's soul is with him, the reputation he has worked so hard to accumulate will inevitably be wiped out.

"Come in." He tried to keep his voice calm.

The door opened, and Alleria walked in with a smile, "I'm glad you're safe, Isaacs." The elf quickly noticed the water stains on the bedding, "What's wrong with you?" she asked .

"The tea was a little hot, so I choked on it." Isaacs said without changing his expression.

Alleria accepted this statement, and she was straightforward and relieved of the burden on her heart after learning that her family was safe. "Let me introduce you." Behind her appeared a female elf whose appearance and body were very similar to hers. "This is my sister Cirvanas."

Isaacs couldn't help sighing, finally seeing Her Majesty the Queen.But Cirvanas didn't seem to like him very much, just showing basic courtesy indifferently.

"And this one, Vereesa, the little princess of the Fengxing family, you should already know each other." Alleria continued.Vereesa poked her head out from behind her, and stuck out her tongue playfully at Isaacs.

Today, the three famous Windrunner sisters are standing in a row in Isaacs. They have similar faces and figures, but they have completely different temperaments. They are beautiful like a beautiful picture scroll, which is pleasing to the eye.

The easiest thing to distinguish between them was their hair color. Alleria had pure blonde hair, Cirvanas had light blonde hair, and Vereesa had long ivory white hair.A strange idea suddenly popped up in Isaacs' mind. It turned out that Mrs. Windrunner also had the situation of "running out of ink as soon as she was born".

But there seems to be one missing, "Where is Lilas?" Isaacs couldn't help asking.

The three Windrunner sisters looked at each other, and finally Alleria spoke, looking worried. "Rillas is crazy and wants to go out to chase the troll alone. He seems to blame his sister Artoria's death on himself, so I can only use some special means to let him sleep for a while."

When the deceased was mentioned, the room suddenly fell into silence, and Isaacs subconsciously put his hand on the scripture of origin, "I will persuade him," he said with a smile, "After all, this is what priests are best at, right? "

Alleria thanked him, so the boy changed the subject calmly: "How is the situation outside now? How did you think of returning to Fengxing Village?"

"Valeera asked a troll magician about Zul'jin's whereabouts, and told Turalyon that you were also in Fengxing Village, so the commander who has always been an old god finally panicked." Alleria His tone was indifferent, and he seemed quite dissatisfied with Turalyon. "Until then he was willing to send the griffin and send us here."

"Valeera?" Isaacs immediately thought of those big white legs, "Is she your subordinate now?"

"To be precise, they are the scouts I recruited." Sylvanas finally spoke, and she gave her sister a demonstrative look.

It seems that the relationship between the two sisters is not as harmonious as it seems on the surface, but Isaacs has no intention of exploring the hidden truth. "Where's Zul'kin? He must be dead."

"Actually not." Alleria replied, ignoring Cirvanas's little demonstration. "We successfully trapped him until his voodoo power was exhausted. Although his injuries should not have any possibility of survival, he miraculously still has signs of life. Out of special considerations, we Basic medical care was given to him."

Isaacs was noncommittal, and a living Zul'jin was naturally more valuable than a dead troll, but it seemed like he was playing with fire.According to the plot of the original timeline, Zul'jin would break off his left arm and escape, and after returning to Zul'Aman, gather the power of the four spirits to make a comeback again.

If he had chosen to intervene, none of this would have happened. The Windrunners would have granted his request to kill Zul'jin to vent their anger, but why bother?Even if Zul'jin fled back to Zul'Aman, his first target of hatred would still be Quel'Thalas.

Alleria seemed a little ashamed, "I know our actions didn't take your feelings into account, but please forgive me, the capture of Zul'jin is of great significance to the windrunners."

Isaacs made a gesture of complete understanding. "I'm a prince, not a political idiot," he said with a smile.

"Thank you, Isaacs, I can't express my gratitude to you." Alleria's eyes were a little red, "I can't imagine what my family would be like without you. What would the Fengxing family be like? Your forever friend. No matter what requirements you or your descendants have, the Fengxing family will do their best to satisfy them."

Isaacs is a little embarrassed, is this showing off the advantage of the immortal species?It seems that what Thoradin got back then should be similar to this kind of promise.But this is indeed the statement he most wants to get.

He was in a dangerous situation, worked hard and even sacrificed his lord-level strength to protect the Fengxing family. Of course, it was not because of the beauty and fame of the three Windrunner sisters.What he really wanted was to gain a staunch ally in Quel'Thalas so that Lordaeron would have a way to obtain magic technology and high-level magic materials from the elven kingdom.Well, it must be so.

(End of this chapter)