Azeroth Trail of Light

Time went back to 10 minutes ago.

On the ground battlefield, the battle between the Paladins and the undead is proceeding anxiously, but after hearing the news, the Scarlet Crusade also joined the battlefield from the flanks, and the undead struggled in front of the Anubisath Guard and the Earthen Legion. The line of defense that was raised was almost beaten into a sieve by the fanatical Scarlet Knights.

The commander-in-chief of the front line, Tirion Fording, had already prepared to retreat, and the task of enticing the enemy had been completed. However, after the scarlet knights, who were scarcely in number but brutal and fierce, rushed into the battlefield, he was the first time It was found that something was wrong. The performance of these Scarlet Paladins was too strong. This was completely different from the malaise in the previous battle. It seemed... it seemed that these guys had found the support for their crazy beliefs again.

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

He was riding on a war horse, without the domineering slashing of the Holy Light, he and other scarlet knights waved the weapon in his hand, slashing the undead, no longer like an invincible hero, but more real. some.

Old Mograine, he finally came back. The Ashbringer in his hand was bleak, but whenever the sword was raised, it was still the same as before. He could always bring it in the group of charging knights. There was a wave of fanatical cheers.

They won’t abandon the old Mograine because he lost his power, nor will they become weak because they lost the Ashbringer. On the contrary, this special army found the frustrated man again after returning to the battlefield. They lost their souls, and this time, after experiencing shameful betrayal, they became more determined instead.

That indomitable will!

But they rushed too fast, even breaking away from the overall line, piercing the depths of the undead like a sharp knife. 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 watch his old brother die on the battlefield. He was no longer an invincible Ashbringer. Such a rush would probably kill him!

Fording threw the telescope in his hand to the adjutant, drew 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 warriors of northern Xinjiang!"

"Silver Hand! Charge!"

Almost all the Paladins know about the situation of Old Fording. After the power of the Holy Light was abolished, he has become old in the years of devastation. Even a death knight cannot match it. In most cases, Fording He would not take the initiative to join the battlefield, but at this moment, after seeing the figure of the same old Mograine, Fording felt that his courage had returned to his body.

Without the Holy Light, so what?

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

I can also charge, I can fight even more!

Taelan, who was standing next to Fording, could not stop his father's footsteps, and the other Paladins did not react, but when Old Fording rode a war horse and rushed down the hill with a long sword, the footsteps of the Paladin also moved. Now, the Paladins of the last reserve team shouted in the name of courage, followed behind Fording, and bravely joined the battlefield.

The holy light was shining. Soon, the speed of this army reached its limit, like an arrow composed of light. Wherever it went, all the undead were overthrown to the ground. The most surprising thing is that, As a mortal body, Old Fording did not fall behind. He seemed to have returned to his youngest time, leading a fearless knight on the battlefield.

He felt some kind of power resurrecting in his body, it was not an illusion.

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

On this battlefield, the will of the veteran returned to his soul. He looked behind him. His son was like the self he used to be, fearless and brave. He became a qualified Paladin, and the future will also Be a hero.

And those young soldiers, they are hope! It is the fire of hope for Lordaeron!

How can we let them die here?

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

Just like on the battlefield of the orcs, he is not willing to retreat even if he fights with one soldier!

"Don't die! Bastard! You still have something to do that you haven't done yet!"

Old Fording was yelling, a sword pierced a ghoul that rushed forward, and a faint light was shining on the edge of his sword in a corner he hadn't found.

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

He has long lost the power of the Holy Light, and on such a cruel battlefield, even being caught by a ghoul will kill him!

"Go back! Fording, don't come here!"

The old knight yelled, turned around and attached the icy weapon with the weak holy light in his body, and slashed to death the skeletal warrior who leaped forward with a sword, but was soon surrounded by more undead, he was like a head The weak tiger, surrounded by coyotes, is still fighting, but its tragic and vigorous aura is fully displayed.

This guy is here to beg for death!

"boom"

A death knight hit Mograine's back with a warhammer in his hand. The old knight was smashed and flew out. His injury had not yet healed, and the power of the Holy Light was very weak. This kind of thing hit his wound again. One blow almost made the old Mograine lose his combat effectiveness.

The commander of the undead also recognized the identities of the old Mograine and the old Fording. The lich laughed wildly and blocked all the undead who could command out of the battle circle, and even gave up the advantage of the battlefield. The idea is to culminate the leaders of these two Northern Frontier Paladins here.

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

With the Paladin, Taelan was almost unafraid of the frenzied impact of life and death, but was entangled in the endless stream of undead, and could only watch her father rush into the battlefront of the undead alone.

The young Paladin had never been so scared as he is now. He never thought that he would say goodbye to his father in this situation. He didn't want to be like that, but...

Taelan madly grabbed the collar of the messenger next to him and roared,

"Blow the trumpet! Send a signal! Let all the active Paladins and soldiers come over! The decisive battle has begun! It's 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 could not imagine the next scene. He took out the signal flare around his waist without hesitation and raised it to the sky. When the special blood-red silver hand emblem exploded in the air, the whole Dongda All the soldiers in Longmir and West Daronmir saw the emblem.

Including the hands of Stratholme and Tyre, and the Light's Hope Chapel.

Darian, who was accompanying Bridget who was tied to a chair, saw the **** sign from the window, with a serious expression on his back. He glanced at Bridget and leaned down. He lowered his body and kissed lightly on the forehead of the current general of the stubborn Scarlet Crusade.

This made Bridget's eyes widened. As Darion turned to leave, Miss Abidis screamed.

"What are you going to do, bastard!"

"The decisive battle has begun, Bridget, I am going to the battlefield, if I can come back, I will apologize to you!"

"Ms. Merlin, please send Bridget to Quel'Thalas, please!"

"Asshole, let me go! Don't leave me alone, asshole!"

At this moment, whether they wanted it or not, all the soldiers from Northern Xinjiang rushed to West Dalungmir at the fastest speed. The decisive battle broke out, and it broke out so unexpectedly.

Old Mograine struggled to squeeze his body with the Ashbringer without falling down. In his blurred vision, he could only see Old Fording jumping off the horse, slashing the surrounding undead with one sword and one sword. Approached him.

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

The old knight was thrown to the ground by a ghoul, and with the last of his strength he blocked the ash messenger in front of him, struggling to prevent the ghoul’s teeth from biting, and Fording saw this scene. At this critical moment, He subconsciously waved his left hand, trying to use the Holy Light to destroy the ghoul.

But Fording suddenly realized that he had been abolished the power of the light, and the old Mograine was dying!

Miracles, Fording has never longed for miracles like he does now.

"Show me! The benevolent light, show me your existence! Dick said that he has seen you with his own eyes. If you really exist, show me this miracle! He can't die here!"

"Well, the reason is not bad, then just as you wish!"

"Om"

Unfamiliar enough that Fording's power at a loss erupted from his body, at this moment, the pillar of holy light that penetrated the heavens and the earth caused the entire battlefield to fall into a short stagnation.

Taelan, who was fighting fiercely with the death knight, turned his head and looked at the place where the light burst. At this moment, the long sword in his hand fell slammed. If it weren't for the death knight, it would have been sluggish in place. It was enough to kill Taelan.

But the reality is that in this almost mortal environment, his father, Tirion Fording, who was abolished the power of the Holy Light four years ago, once again awakened the Holy Light, and this time, it was far more blurred than him. Stronger in memory!

The light was so fierce that the undead on the entire battlefield screamed. Within the burst of light, all the undead were purified and clean, and the ashes of the place were flying in the wind.

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

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

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

The old knight opened his eyes with difficulty. In the treatment of Tirion Fording's consumption, he felt a touch of warmth in his cold body. He looked at the holy flame surging around Old Fording's body with a contented smile.

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

"Stop talking, Alessandro, you need to rest now! We will win, Uther will be saved, we will win soon! Hold on!"

"No, Fording, no."

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

"Asshole! You have to survive!"

Fording didn’t pay attention to the artifact that was close at hand. Instead, he held Mograine’s hand with both hands and shouted, “There is only one Ashbringer! That’s you, Alessandro, not this **** sword. Let you become the Ashbringer, but you gave it the name of the Ashbringer, cheer me up!"

The Paladin looked up at the sky. When the surrounding undead stepped on the ashes and rushed over again, he shouted to the empty sky,

"The benevolent light, look your eyes here! Here is one of your believers, please save him!"

"Snapped"

Time seems to have stopped at this moment. In Fording’s hopeful, and old Mograine’s dim eyes, a group of golden light blooms in the sky. It is a shining star in the universe. The sacred place flooded with light, where the first light pierced the endless darkness.

With a burst of clear laughter, that grand will came to this world again, and his tone was brisk, just like in Dick’s world.

"I have to thank this world, Azeroth, it is so different, it is so weak, but in this weak world, it is always possible to give birth to those mortal heroes that amaze me. "

"The Light Legion will have your place. After all the chaos in this world subsides, you will be sublimated and will carry my name, fighting endless chaos and darkness, but before that, I need a reason! Ya! Alexandro Mograine, Tirion Fording, my faithful believers, 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 the name of...in the name of revenge!"

"Hahaha! The knight in the name of salvation, the knight in the name of revenge, 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 in advance, Otherwise, how many legends of warriors should I miss!"

"So, I will give you sublimation, remember your beliefs, that is your true source of strength."

"Pick up that sword and become a true messenger of ashes! Alessandro, one day...you will understand the meaning of your existence, and that will be the supreme glory."

"By the way, tell Dick, who is still confused, why I am waiting for him."