Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Under the leadership of a paladin, Black set foot in a church that was quiet and surrounded by warm holy light.

Although his face was still expressionless, he was actually a little touched in his heart.

Not only because Marshal Lothar's words about entrusting the Assassin League to the Assassin Alliance were very heart-warming, but also because as the Grand Marshal, he was able to pay attention to his own little assassin when he was responsible for the decisive battle between humans and orcs.

Perhaps this is a power tactic to win over people.

But I have to say that this is also part of Lothar's powerful personality.

A leader who never forgets the efforts of his subordinates and who takes the initiative to care about his subordinates will definitely win the loyalty and dedication of his subordinates.

Lothar can care about every soldier and warrior he knows, and make it a habit and instinct, so it is not surprising that he can eventually lead the alliance to overthrow the tribe.

In addition, part of the warmth in his heart came from the golden holy light surrounding this small church.

Just like a lamp,

In the center of the circular church in front of you, there is a golden light shining. It is not dazzling, but very warm, reminding people of a mother's warm hands.

Hold in your arms all those who accept it.

This is the Holy Light.

It represents a power of hope, justice, purity, selflessness, healing and all kinds of positive energy. It is also one of the six original powers of Azeroth and even the stars.

Together with arcana, they are the two powers that humans currently have the deepest control over.

It's not just a power either.

It represents a kind of faith. As far as Blake knows, the Holy Light faith has already emerged with the rise of human civilization when the human empire was established 2,800 years ago.

At least this is what the Holy Light Church records.

It was also at that time that the first human priests appeared.

Then, with the development of human civilization, divisions and wars continued until now.

It has become a symbol of faith in human civilization, and even the high elves have been affected. There are also priests who use the holy light on the elves, but they are not many in number.

After all, for the proud high elves, arcane magic is the source of their power.

However, human records are not that accurate after all, and humans do not have the eyes to see through the truth. Blake stared at the ball of holy light in front of him, and looked at the old man who was praying in front of the holy light.

He mentally recalled the memories belonging to the Holy Light in his mind.

He knew that the appearance of the Holy Light in Azeroth was far earlier than human records. When the world was born, the power of the Holy Light had already taken root.

And among the stars, there are others. In many civilizations, there are also travelers of the Holy Light.

This is not a civilized belief.

This is a belief in the stars.

If Black had had a paladin or priest in his class when he was reborn, he wouldn't have had to flee into the shadows to find a way to survive.

I sense a lost soul, maybe you need a little advice?

While Blake was silent, the old man who bowed his head in prayer in front of a ray of holy light also opened his eyes at this moment. He held the rosary in his hand and turned around.

He was not dressed lavishly, not even in the cassocks of a priest.

In the context of tonight's palace dinner, this old man, who is probably in his fifties, is simply dressed in an ordinary robe.

Except for the looming golden holy symbol behind him and those pure and bright eyes, he was no different from an ordinary old man.

He looked at Blake, then waved his hand and said:

Knight Saidan, I want to borrow your 'Holy Sacred Contract' to help the warrior of the alliance in front of me heal his physical injuries. This ceremony cannot be interrupted.

Therefore, please leave the church with all the knights and wait outside the door.

His Majesty the Pope!

The tall paladin who brought Blake into the church took a few steps forward at this moment and handed a sacred contract hanging on his chest that exuded the power of pure holy light to Pope Alonsos Fao.

But at the same time he also whispered:

I don't doubt this warrior's loyalty to the Alliance, but he is an assassin after all, I.

Don't worry, Saidan.

Pope Faou smiled at the great knight. He turned the rosary in his hand and said softly:

This young man will not hurt me, and the Holy Light will protect me. Leave and come back after the ceremony is over.

Seeing the Pope's insistence, the Grand Knight could not dissuade him.

He turned around in a stride, and when he passed by Blake, he paused and looked at Blake with a scrutinizing and cautious look, but did not say anything.

Very silently and with great execution, he left the church with all the paladins and sealed the door.

Blake watched him leave.

His eyes were full of curiosity.

Is this Saidan Dathrohan, one of the original five great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand?

It was just as rumored.

A determined, brave and taciturn man, it is said that the Great Knight of Saidan never takes off his helmet, whether in battle or when praying.

Could it be that he is also a bald man?

He thought so, but his movements were not slow.

The moment the door closed, he immediately stepped forward and walked into the warm holy light in front of him. He touched his heart with his hand, leaned forward and saluted the Pope.

Say softly:

Nice to see you again, Your Majesty Faao.

Nice to see you again, too, little Drake.

Fao held the rosary and the sacred contract in his hands. The joy on the old man's face could not be faked. He stretched out his hand to gently caress Blake, as if he were looking at a real junior.

With surprise and relief in his eyes, he said softly:

I sensed your unique vitality just now, and I thought I was confused. The entire human nation already knows that you and the loyal third fleet advance team died in the battle in the waters of Khaz Modan.

He died in the flames of the evil dragon controlled by the orcs, and I felt sad for this news.

The same goes for your father.

But you are still alive.

Derek Proudmoore, you appeared in front of me again. This is a miracle of the Holy Light!

This news will boost your father's fighting spirit and will make all human kingdoms boil, no doubt.

Thank you Holy Light.

The legendary priest made a religious gesture on his chest, representing the sincerity and relief in the old man's heart.

But Blake shook his head.

He stepped back and said to the legendary priest:

Please forgive me for being rude, but Your Majesty, I am about to show you something evil. I have to tell you that my escape from death is not the blessing of the Holy Light.

But from a cursed fate.

I've carried it with me until now.

There is nothing I can do to get rid of it in the foreseeable future. This is exactly what I am asking you to do, please do not tell others that I am still alive.

As he spoke, Blake exited the area shrouded in holy light and returned to the shadows.

He took out the soul-inducing lamp from his luggage.

The moment it appeared, the pale light seemed to be stimulated, and the holy light surrounding Faao's crown also surged visible to the naked eye.

The two opposing energies were in instinctive conflict, and the soul-inducing lamp in Black's hand also made Fao clenched the rosary in his hand at this moment.

He had never seen anything like it.

But his legendary status allowed him to roughly guess the origin of this thing.

He looked at Blake, who was holding a pale soul-inducing lamp in front of him. He looked at the pale and ominous light, wrapped around Blake's left arm, and a trace of grief and regret appeared in his eyes.

He shook his head and said:

No wonder you escaped from the disaster of death, but chose to remain anonymous, preferring to let your family bear the pain of loss rather than meet them.

You're not avoiding them, you're protecting them.

poor child.

May the Holy Light protect you.

But this lamp, it comes from hell?

As a person of faith, His Majesty Fa'ao's tone was a little more complicated when he said the word hell.

He is a pure believer.

But he has followers who manage the entire human civilization under his command.

Not everyone is as sincere as him, and in the process of the spread of faith, priests occasionally say words related to hell in order to promote good deeds.

But no one knows whether hell really exists in Azeroth.

Now, the mystery is revealed.

Yes, Your Majesty, hell does exist.

This lamp comes from that place, which is the underworld of the Vrykul, the place where the souls of humans and all living things return after death, and the Valhalla of Valhalla where the Vrykul believe.

It happens to represent the two fates after death.

Blake explained for the Pope:

Among the sailors' rumors of Kul Tiras, there is a legend about Hades.

When we humans pioneered the cold northern continent of Northrend, we would also hear a few words about that place from the mouths of the Vrykul aliens there.

Among the merchants of Kul Tiras, legends related to it are also prevalent.

I didn't believe it before.

But you also see that I am now a man in Hades, and I have accepted a terrible deal. In exchange for my survival, I have to serve the Queen of Hades.

Maybe I can only carry this curse with me for the rest of my life, walking among waves and shadows.

Your Majesty, I cannot let my father know this news, it will make him suffer even more than when he knew that I died in battle.

He has gotten over the pain of losing his son.

He may have regrets, but I still have a sister and brother who will support my father's life for me, and I don't want to give my father hope and then cruelly take it away.

Please help me keep this secret.

No, kid, Dai Lin has not gotten over the pain of losing you.

Fao sighed.

At this moment, the legendary priest had a compassionate expression on his face. He closed his eyes, turned his rosary, and recalled:

On the third day after the news of your death in battle came back to the mainland, Dai Lin appeared alone in my church. He was drunk, kneeling in front of the Holy Light, crying like a child.

I have never seen such loss in Dai Lin, who is as tough as steel.

Your death in battle not only took away all his happiness, but was also like a steel knife that cut a piece of the heart of a man as strong as the sea, cutting his soul into pieces.

That's a hole.

A terrible loss, nothing can fill it.

Not even the Holy Light can.

He confessed a lot to me that night.

He hated the orcs who took away your life, and swore an oath in front of the Holy Light that he would spend his whole life just to slaughter those butchers and return the fear to them tenfold and a hundredfold.

But he didn’t just come with hatred, he also came with remorse.

He talks about everything about you.

Every time he said something, he felt more pain.

He hated that he was busy with military affairs and did not accompany you on the voyage. He stubbornly believed that if he were here, you would not suffer such a bad luck.

child.

I don't know why there is a lack of emotion when you talk about your father, but what I want to tell you is that your father loves you far more than you can imagine.

Fao paused, he opened his eyes, looked at Black, and said softly;

“You are asking me to do something that will continue to hurt your father and your family.

You are worried that your father cannot accept you now.

But trust me, kid.

He will accept it.

No matter what you become, he is willing to give everything he has to bring you back to him.

You shouldn't hide it from him.

Your mother, your sister, and your brother are all waiting for you to come home just like him.

But I can't, Your Majesty.

Blake put away the soul-inducing lamp. He was moved by the language described by Fao's religion about how Dai Lin loved Derek deeply, but it also made him feel more stressed.

He took a deep breath and took off his face covering, revealing his severely burned face.

He said:

The red dragon's fire has sealed my fate. I cannot meet them in such a cursed posture.

Your Majesty, I ask you not to tell them. This does not mean that I will sever contact with them. I will use my own method to contact them cautiously.

When the time is right, I will return to them.

But please do not interfere with this process.

to this end

I am willing to devote the rest of my life to the cause of the Holy Light.

I may walk in the shadows all my life, and I have already set foot on that path.

Blake looked at Fao.

He lowered his head, touched his heart, and said:

“But no one says that if you are in the shadows, you cannot serve the Light.

I need help from the Holy Light to help me resist the invasion of Hades.

I don't want to lose my soul to a crazy god of death.

Under your witness, I hope to become a Templar Assassin who serves the right path, just like the assassination of the legendary Orc outside Stannbrad.

This is not a promise either.

It's more like a request.

From now on, I will escape from the shadows and I will serve the light.