Menethil's Power

Chapter 53
On the third day of training, Cirvanas was the instructor and Valeera was the partner.Seeing Her Majesty the Queen Isaacs was very excited again, but Cirvanas actually agreed with Valeera's training plan, which was tantamount to pouring cold water on Isaacs' head.

It was a really bad experience, but it paid off.Isaacs obviously felt that he had made significant progress. In just four days, his combat skills evaluation by Cirvanas had risen from unsightly to cannon fodder level, which is really gratifying.

Of course, the more important thing is the practice of the paladin. Isaacs completed the establishment of the holy light circuit in two days almost at a supernatural speed, and became a warrior-level reserve paladin.But what was strange was that he still couldn't use any holy spells, even the simplest smiting strike.

Isaacs quickly found out the reason. After building the holy energy circuit, he would unconsciously output part of the holy energy when driving the spiritual power to guide the holy light. It needs to be more solid, so the original spell model can no longer be applied.

This problem is not difficult for someone with past life memories to solve. Since all the spell models are created by the ancestors through continuous exploration, he can also.What's more, he knew what a paladin's spells should look like, even if he followed the map, it was better than the archbishop and the others.

So Isaacs added a new task every afternoon, which was to transform the spell model on the Origin Ceremony.Power Word: Shield, a spell with a simple model, should be the easiest to modify. Isaacs quickly produced results. The shield mixed with holy energy is not only stronger, but can also cause energy shock damage to surroundings after being broken. enemy.

This undoubtedly inspired Isaacs' confidence. He named this brand new paladin exclusive spell the Shield of Vengeance, and once again devoted himself to a new round of research and development work.However, an event that he deliberately avoided interrupted his plan. The funeral of Arturia Morningstar was about to take place.

As a distinguished guest of the Windrunner family and a witness of Arturia's sacrifice, Isaacs had no reason to refuse to attend this important ceremony.Therefore, even though he was very embarrassed inside, he still had to put on a serious expression and stand at the front of the send-off queue.

For the longevity species, death is undoubtedly a major event, not to mention Artoria has a prominent position in the Windrunner family.The whole manor fell into a quiet and solemn atmosphere, and there was always a sad tune in the air.

Isaacs is very familiar with this piece of music, "Elegy of the Highborne".In the original timeline, Quel'Thalas would be breached by Arthas, who became a death knight.The ranger general Sylvanas died in battle unwillingly, and finally became the Queen of Darkness, leading the undead who escaped from the natural disaster to occupy the ruins of the royal city of Lordaeron, and called themselves the Forsaken.

When a reckless adventurer finds Sylvanas' necklace in the Tower of the Windrunner and returns it to her, the Queen of the Forsaken will shed her icy disguise and briefly reveal her frail heart.She repelled the adventurers, but soon after, summoned the elf souls who had suffered the same tragic fate and turned into banshees, and sang this poignant dirge together.

Therefore, "The Elegy of the Highborne" has been widely circulated, and it is considered to be the best interpretation of the ill-fated fate of the high elves, that is, the later blood elves.

But in fact the history of this song can be traced back to ancient times.For thousands of years, countless elves have sung this song to commemorate the victims who bravely fought against powerful monsters, so that their souls can rest in peace. This is almost the requiem of the high elves.

Of course, the version that Isaacs is hearing now is different from the version in his previous life. The most obvious is that the sin'dorei that represents the blood elves in the lyrics is still a quidorei now.

Everyone first carried out a painful memorial ceremony in the manor.Because it was still in wartime, the participants were all members of the Fengxing family.The current Patriarch and his wife are in Silvermoon City at this time, so Alleria assumed the duties of the head of the family.The elf described Artoria's life in a steady and affectionate tone.

After a few days, Isaacs finally saw Rillas. He was now exuberant and haggard, his eyes were dull, and he had obviously been hit hard. Vereesa beside him was already crying.There were sobs among the nobles of the Fengxing family, and they all sounded very sincere.

Isaacs couldn't describe the terrible feeling at this time. He was the only person in the field who knew the real situation of Artoria. The soul of the female elf was sleeping peacefully in his scripture.Although knowing the news of soul preservation is enough to dilute the grief of the elves in front of him, he is completely unable to speak, because it involves his core secret-the scripture of origin.

But it was too conspicuous to stand alone among the weeping elves.Isaacs broke his heart, buried his head and covered his face with his hands, and let out bursts of crying.After all, his acting skills were not good enough, so he really couldn't put on a sad expression on purpose.

Fortunately, no one noticed him at this time.After the ceremony was completed, everyone went to the cemetery, where a new tomb had been opened.Artoria's body was placed in a gorgeous coffin surrounded by elegant flowers.

Everyone stood upright and bowed their heads until the coffin was sent into the tomb.Alleria whispered the epitaph written for her by herself:
"Here rests Altria Morningstar, the guardian of the Fengxing family."

"She stood up in critical moments and faced fierce enemies without hesitation."

"She is the guardian of the Fengxing family, but she also guards thousands of innocent lives."

"She fought for them until she gave her life."

"May you rest in peace beside your ancestors, my mentor, my sister, and may the stars shine forever."

Alleria's eyes were red, her voice choked up, and she sealed the tomb herself.This also signaled the end of the funeral.Isaacs breathed a sigh of relief.He looked at Lilas, who was still in low spirits, and couldn't help frowning again.

"Don't comfort me." Lilas said before Isaacs approached, his voice was very low, "No matter what you say, it can't change the fact that I indirectly killed Sister Artoria."

"You're absolutely right." Isaacs sat down next to Rillas, ignoring his astonished eyes. "I'm not here to comfort you either. Because objectively speaking, it was your naivety that caused Artoria to use up the last number of flashes, which directly led to her death by Zul'jin's surprise attack, and completely plunged the situation into The unfavorable situation for our side almost caused the complete failure of the whole war. So your mistakes are much more serious than you imagined."

Lilas was dumbfounded, not expecting Isaacs to say such a thing.

"Of course this is understandable, after all, you are just a rookie on the battlefield." Isaacs said rather old-fashioned, "Artoria paid for your mistakes. You can choose to continue to immerse yourself in grief and self-blame, Until the same tragedy happens to someone closer to you, your parents, your sisters..."

Rillas' breathing suddenly became heavy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he pulled up Isaacs' collar, causing the surrounding elves to exclaim.

Although both feet have been lifted off the ground, Isaacs still does not change his face, "Or suppress this grief and hatred in the bottom of my heart, try to improve my fighting skills and command skills, and do my best to protect my own. Family and family." He looked fearlessly straight into Lilas' eyes, "Which one do you think is the right choice?"

Feeling that the force on his collar was gradually weakening, Isaacs broke free calmly, "Listen, Rillas, you are the only male of the generation of Windrunners, and you are destined to be a pillar of existence. Artoria will not risk her life to save a waste who is only immersed in her own feelings. You should know what you have to do."

Rillas was stunned, the guy who had always remained indifferent finally started to cry, "I don't know." He shook his head, "I can still see her dead as long as I close my eyes now, I can't forgive myself, If I had been more vigilant..."

Isaacs let out a long sigh. He is not a god, and he cannot change a person's mind with a few words.It seemed that it was time to use the trump card, Isaacs looked around, and suddenly moved his head towards it mysteriously, "What if I tell you that Artoria's soul hasn't dissipated?"

"How is this possible?" Lilas was surprised.

"You know priests are very sensitive to souls. Generally speaking, souls dissipate within eight to ten hours after death. But when I checked Artoria's body, I didn't feel any remnants of soul fluctuations. It's not a normal phenomenon." Isaacs always made up nonsense without blinking his eyes, Arturia's soul problem cannot be concealed, it is better to give Fengxing a "correct" answer.

"Then why?" Lilas' attention was obviously attracted.

"Think about Artoria's beliefs." Isaacs began to take the rhythm calmly, "That one is a true God through and through, and she obviously has the ability to redeem the souls of her pious believers. You can ask those few The surviving Fengxing shooters all said that they saw a large amount of silver light in the direction of Fengxing village."

The last was true, for Isaacs, guilty of conscience, had asked the surviving elves what they knew.Fortunately, none of them saw the golden light afterwards, otherwise Isaacs would have considered silence.

"So, Rillas, in this grotesque world, death is not necessarily the end. Put away your grief for now, maybe Artoria is watching you." Isaacs concluded at last, subconsciously putting his hanger on The scripture at the waist was pulled back.

"Well, this is a happy guess." Lilas smiled wryly, he didn't notice Isaacs, "You didn't lie to me, did you?" He looked at Isaacs expectantly.

"Of course, as you know, the Holy Light never tolerates lies." The boy's smile was warm and bright.

(End of this chapter)