Chaldeans. Morgan felt like he had been in a long dream.

Although the soul does not dream, after losing the protection and support of flesh and blood, the pure spirit body also has the same characteristics as the dead soul, and the memories will become very pale and lack of authenticity for them, and it is not good to indulge in the memories, and when they are separated from the memories and faced with the cold reality, the strong sense of disparity will also make the spirit feel very painful.

Therefore, spirits do not want to recall the past unless it is necessary.

In his spirit state, Chaldea felt warmth, like the feeling of sitting by the burning fireplace when he was asleep, letting the warm flame scorch his cold body, and in his drowsiness, a voice guided him, like a wandering son returning to the arms of his mother.

He remembered a lot of things, things he wanted to forget, but couldn't

The past at Dunhold Castle was the beginning of a turbulent period that the young Chaldean priest was really driven by fate.

He watched the high-spirited General Blackmore order the execution of the elven ranger Roglio, who had rushed to call for help, and he recalled how he was captured by fear after witnessing the ugly things happening, and how he was awakened from nightmares again and again in those cold nights.

He remembered the first time he met Tyrion, when Tyrion was just a slightly more powerful Death Knight, when he had just fulfilled his last duty to Quel'Thalas, he wanted to find his brother, and in the night forest outside Dunhold Castle, Chaldea was once again defeated by fear and inner shame and repentance, and he became an accomplice of the Death Knights.

But it was also that night that he made a deal with the Death Knight to save more than 2,000 terrified warriors from the rout.

It was the first turning point in his fate as a priest of the Light, a story written in fear that was so sour every time it was read, and at that time, Chaldeans still had a clear conscience, he was still ashamed of the blood on his hands, and he was still fighting, trying to escape the grip of darkness.

Then there was a period in the kingdom of Stormwind, which was about the best time in Chaldean's life, except for the constant exclusion of Archbishop Benedictas, everything was very comfortable, he studied the doctrine of the Holy Light in the Abbey of the North County, and Miss Millie, who was very young at that time, gave her arms, so that the Chaldean priest wanted to immerse himself in that wonderful time forever.

But fate was never tender to the people he cared for, and the good times were fleeting, and soon the Chaldeans fell into a conspiracy again, and Tyrion resented Chaldean's disobedience, and he had lost patience with this pawn who was unwilling to join him and was not very useful, and he devised a cruel plan to punish him.

He sent the blade of the Dark Empire into the hands of Chaldeans, and he made the power of the void a shackle to Chaldeans.

In the decades since, the memories have been blurred by the involvement of the Void, and even Zela, the Mother of Light, has not been able to find a trace in the void-impregnated soul, but she can still see some fragments through the memories infected by the Void, in which Chaldea is in pain, he struggles between the void and the light, unwilling to fall like that, but unable to climb out of the quagmire.

And the last moment of Chaldean's memory was in the prison cell of the ancient god Yog-Saron, he looked at the great lord Tyrion who walked out of the mirror of the pool of blood, the cold face of the god of death shone with absolute indifference, the death blade in his hand resolutely pierced the heart of Chaldean, and in his dying gaze, he saw the picture of Tyrion binding the blade of the Dark Empire

He was free

He was finally freed from the Void's grasp, but at the cost of his life

After that, before the eyes of the Chaldeans, nothing remained of darkness

"Ah, a soul full of contradictions, a soul that never gave in, a soul that knows how to love and be loved, a soul that struggles between darkness and light, a soul who has seen through the vicissitudes of the world, a soul who has experienced the most terrible despair I finally know why Tyrion values you so much, why he treats you as his treasure."

Zela's warm voice resounded in the chaotic spirit of Chaldeans, accompanied by bursts of soft sounds like chants fluttering, and a touch of warm power slowly poured into the weak soul of Chaldea like a flowing stream of water, and between the light side of his soul, the gentle light swaying, the dark power that occupied the soul of Chaldean was constantly oppressed.

A mysterious golden pattern shone on the soul of the Chaldeans, and countless golden lines burst out in the darkness, creating a new body for the soul like a ritual of light casting in its purest form.

"Such a soul is rare even among the stars, and you have given me a surprise, Chaldeans. Morgan, you will represent the future of the Light."

The warm, motherly voice sent the weary soul of the Chaldeans to a comfortable groan, and then fell into a deep sleep.

"Welcome to the Legion of Light"

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When Chaldea awoke again, he no longer had the strange distortion of being a spirit, as if his soul had returned to his body again, but when Chaldea opened his eyes, he found that his soul was carried in a healthier body, and he could feel that the fit between him and the Light had never been so clear.

He jerked his head up and sat himself up from the cold bed, he raised his hands in surprise, looking at the nimble moving fingers in front of him, he felt the presence of flesh, and in his vision, his arms continued to shine with some golden lines, like some strange tattoos.

"Cast of Light"

The archbishop stroked the golden magic pattern on his arm, he had seen such a body full of holy light in Ulduar, the body of the more than 40 light-forged paladins commanded by little Anduin was like this, the body blessed by the ultimate holy light was strong and powerful, and more importantly, the will of the holy light shone on such a pure body all the time, for sincere followers of the Holy Light, there was no more satisfying reward.

But even so, the Chaldeans who had regained their flesh and blood were still a little dazed, he did not know why he was in this strange place, he looked up, and looked in all directions, it seemed to be a Draenei-style temple, and the walls made of steel were full of beautiful gemstone ornaments, and on those gems, the words of the Holy Light were inscribed.

As the archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom and a high-ranking member of the Church of the Light, Chaldea could read the obscure words of the Draenei, and he could read a hint of familiar fervor between the lines of the words as he carefully observed the gems set in the walls.

This is supposed to be the abode of a group of Light fanatics

And just as Chaldea was observing the words, behind him, the cabin of the Delaney-style spaceship flying among the stars slipped silently, and another person appeared behind Chaldea with food and water in his hand, and the powerful senses brought to Chaldea by the light-forged body made him immediately turn around, and then he saw a real "acquaintance".

"Mentor Tulayan!"

Chaldea looked at the human paladin in golden armor in front of him, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Although the man's cheeks had turned old, even though his hair had turned gray, and although his temperament was completely different from what Chaldea remembered, Chaldea still recognized the paladin in front of him at a glance, and it was Tulayan, one of the first great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Moreover, before Tulayan became the Grand Knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand, he was also the mentor of the Chaldeans, and the baptism ceremony of the Chaldeans becoming the priest of the Holy Light was presided over by Tulayan.

But there was no trace of joy on Chaldean's face, on the contrary, he was wary.

The Chaldeans did not have a spell casting weapon in his hands, but he had also been trained by the Ash Knight when the Church of Light was implementing the Ash Knight Canon, and he assumed a skilful fighting stance, aiming his fist shining with the power of the Light at Tulayan in front of him.

"Who the hell are you! You are Tulayan, or the embodiment of the devil! Don't try to deceive me! Let's show our original form! ”

The Chaldean vigilance and the undisguised hostility made the paladin Tulayan sigh, he put the food and water in his hands on the table, and then raised his hands to show that he had no malice, he looked at the Chaldeans in front of him, and he could still remember how he had taught this disciple in front of him to learn the teachings of the Holy Light almost 20 years ago.

Time flies, he has experienced a setback of fate, and has become a member of the Holy Light Legion far from home. Morgan, his own apprentice, is also old

"Chaldeans! I am Tulayan, your mentor, the Grand Knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand. ”

Tulayan's eyes shone with a gentle and wistful light, and he whispered:

"I am also the captain and archbishop of the Holy Light Legion, so many things have happened over the years, I don't know what you have experienced, but believe me, standing in front of you is definitely a devout disciple of the Holy Light, not the embodiment of some demon"

"Shut up!"

Chaldea scolded, his eyes beating with undisguised anger:

"It is because of the trust of another demon who also calls himself a "follower of the Holy Light" that the Human Empire caused us to lose Dalaran, let the demon drive straight in, and let Emperor Lothar die on the battlefield, so that we fell apart! You, might as well guess what the name of that demon is? ”

"Let me tell you, his name is Tulayan, too!"

"Well, I know him."

Archbishop Tulayan of the Legion of Light sighed, and he said to the Chaldeans:

"I know that it is indeed another Tulayan, and I can assure you that he and I are both real, and that what he is doing is not as simple as you seem, and I can assure you that the other Tulayan, is not doing evil, on the contrary, he is trying to protect Azeroth just like me, but in a different way. ”

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you crazy? ”

Chaldea was puzzled by Tulayan's explanation, but he still didn't let his guard down, he looked at the silently closed door of the cabin behind Tulayan, and the Holy Light warriors of all races who came and went outside the cabin, most of them were Draenei, and each of them had been transformed by the Lightcasting Ritual.

"What the hell is this place? How did you get me out? ”

Chaldea glanced at the food and water beside him, his stomach rumbling for the first time in a long time, in the years of living with the Void, Chaldea had almost never eaten a good meal, and now the body of light seemed to have regained his instinct as a flesh and blood creature for him.

"Eat! I promise it's not poisonous. ”

Seeing the Chaldeans' distress, Tulayan smiled and took a step back, and said to the Chaldeans:

"It was Zela, the Mother of Light, who rescued you from Azeroth, it's a long and complicated story, but luckily, we have plenty of time to talk, let's eat first, Chaldees, and I'll take you to Zela when you're done, and she'll explain it all to you."

Speaking of this, Tulayan said with some emotion:

"And I have heard from Zela about your experience over the years, I am sorry, my disciple, I was not able to be there to help you when you needed me the most, but those years of calamity are over, you have been reborn in the Light, in short, welcome home, my disciple, my friend."

With that, Tulayan was about to turn away, but in the crash of his golden armor, a deep Chaldean voice sounded behind him:

"I've heard something about the Lightcast Body in Azeroth, and I've heard that paladins who have undergone the Lightforge Ritual will be blessed by the Light, and it's hard to change their appearance over time, but Mentor Tulayan, why are you so old?"

This question caused Archbishop Tulayan of the Holy Light Legion to smile regretfully, and he turned his head to look at his disciple, and said:

"It's very simple, Chaldeans, in your eyes, time has only passed for more than ten years, but in my senses, I have been fighting the Burning Legion in the stars for 1,000 years, accompanied by the Zenidal ship and the warriors of the Holy Light Legion."

"It was a difficult 1000 years, but it was also a 1000 years full of glory and mission, the millennial war changed me, it made me see the endless war in the stars, the terrible war that enveloped the worlds, in our eyes, Azeroth may be more important than everything, but in this war, Azeroth is only one of the battlefields"

A hint of fortitude and stubbornness flashed on Tulayan's scarred old cheeks:

"Zela's prophecy of fate tells us that Azeroth will be the most important battlefield to determine the fate of the stars, and sooner or later the Holy Light Legion will go there, and at that time, we will stand on our land and have a battle to the death with the demons!"

"Forget all the strife in Azeroth, Chaldeans, it is pointless, even if it is a war between humans and orcs."

He stretched out his fist, knocked the armor on his chest, and said to the Chaldeans, who was stunned:

"Now, soldiers from Azeroth, welcome to the eternal war!"