Bridget and Sarantia's duel lasted only a few minutes, but what happened in those few minutes was anything but simple.

The judgment hammer thrown out by Miss Knight, the attack that was completely composed of holy light energy was held by Sarandia's hand, which was completely impossible to do in Britty's understanding, and the holy light blade that Salantia casually summoned was fast and ruthless, and the degree of condensation of its holy light was several times stronger than Brigitte's holy light, which required Brigitte to block it with a long sword.

If it weren't for the threat of the Holy Light coming out of the sheath that drew most of Bridget's attention, the Warhammer sweep that followed from Salantia would not have been so difficult to break through Miss Knight's defenses.

Bridget's position as a high-ranking paladin did not depend on her father's prestige, she was a paladin who really proved herself on the battlefield, and her real strength was not as weak as it was in today's duel, as Sarandia said, it was not so much that she was defeated by Salantia, but that Miss Knight was defeated on her pride.

Because of Anduin and Sarantia's age, she is a little too light.

But considering she's still just a young man... So, there's nothing wrong with that.

And now, in the quiet of the night, Bridget finally has the opportunity to ask Sarandia about her doubts in person... Why is her light so weak compared to the light of Sarantia, the same power of the same source, why is the light of Sarantia so pure... Even purer than the light of most of the Light users she's ever seen?

"The question of faith will come to that later."

In the face of Bridget's question, Sarandia drank tea and instructed Anduin to do this and that, like a little landlady, she seemed to enjoy the pleasure of instructing Anduin to do things, and in the midst of this strange joy, the High Elf girl said to Bridget, who was eager for answers:

"Let me start with your other question, you say that your light is not as good as mine? No, there is no such thing, our Light is of the same origin, there is no strange contrast between the strength of the Light, and if we have to say how pure the Light is... The purity of my light is not even comparable to that of a weird little ghost. ”

Speaking of this, Sarandia took a sip of tea with some indignation, and the figure of a silly little girl running around on a soul deer appeared in her mind.

Yes, she's talking about Yuna, the ghost of the Light...

Little Yuna is a very peculiar existence in the Dark Temple, and even in the whole of Azeroth, she is a ghost who uses the power of death, but through a series of adventures, she has mastered some of the power of the Holy Light, and the purity of the Holy Light in Yuna's body is even comparable to the Holy Light Creator Naru, no one knows how Yuna got such a pure Holy Light, even the little ghost herself can't tell, or rather, she is not very willing to talk about it.

Yuna has a super high talent for holy light spells, but she doesn't like to learn, and even hates learning, so she won't follow Sarandia and Anduin to Shattrath to learn holy light spells at all, and she runs around the world every day, and Tyrion always protects her, which causes Yuna to become more and more lawless recently.

Thinking of this, Sarandia missed the days of playing with the children in the Dark Temple, and her mood was also a little low, and after a while, she let out a sigh of relief, and said to Bridget, who was sitting opposite:

"Anduin and I are stronger than you in that we have been learning the Light with Naruadar since we were children, do you know Naru?"

"I know, though I haven't seen it with my own eyes."

Bridgette held the hot tea in both hands, and she whispered:

"It is said that in the cities of the Draenei in Northrend, there is a Naru, and in the distant world of Draenor, there are several Naru, who are said to be pure beings born in the Light, and they are the manifestation of the Light in this world..."

"No, they're not!"

Anduin, who was fiddling with the freshly lit firewood and trying to raise the fireplace flame, interjected:

"Naru was only born in the Light, and their relationship with the Light is the same as that of the dead and death, they are born of the Light, but they are only a manifestation of the Light, and they also have their own emotions, and once the belief is mixed with self-emotion, then the faith will naturally not be pure."

Seeing the flame in the fireplace lit, the little prince with the black ash on his face cheered, and while wiping his face, he said to Bridget:

"That's what my adoptive father told me, and he's been teaching me for as long as I can remember, not to blindly follow faith... Adar also appreciates this statement, and the Venerable Naru is my mentor and Saraantia, and it tells us that there are disputes among the Naru community about the teachings of the Light... Nor are they pure spirits of light. ”

"Is that so?"

Brigitte nodded a little dazedly, she hadn't seen Naru, so she couldn't understand Anduin's explanation, Sarandia saw Bridget's doubts, so the girl asked:

Now on to the question of faith, what do you hear when you listen to the Light? Tell me honestly, Bridget, it's important. ”

"Well, if you want to know."

Bridget sipped her tea and replied:

"We go to church every week, and in the midst of the chaplains' chants, our hearts will perceive the will of the Holy Light that burns like a flame, like the cold gathered around a campfire, and the will of the Holy Light will not only give us warmth, shelter us from the cold, but also transmit to us some longing for the Light... It's about justice, it's about hope, it's about salvation, it's about guarding..."

"The Light is warning us, it tells us that some darkness is coming, and it prompts us to prepare... Many people have felt the warning of this Light, and after much contemplation by my father, General Abydis, Archinquisitor Ethanion, and Grand Knight Mograine, they believe that the Light is warning of the Grimblade Legion that has enveloped Azeroth, the undead, and the hatred of the past..."

"What do you think?"

Anduin and Sarantia looked at each other, and Anduin asked in a low voice:

"Miss Bridget, what do you think of this extreme purification of faith?"

This question made Miss Knight frown, and after a few seconds of thought, she replied:

"Actually, I occasionally wonder if such a fanatical purification is too reckless, and the Grand Knight Ferdin, who has always opposed our large-scale purification operations, believes that the warning given to us by the Holy Light is not to the Darkblade Legion, but probably to some other dark forces... But my father was stubborn, he insisted that the danger of the Light was the undead, and I couldn't persuade him, and sometimes I felt that the undead were too much. ”

"You've only been here for a short time, and you probably don't know."

Brigitte said to the two children in front of her:

"The undead, those undead who have risen naturally have taken over the city of Stratholme, where they have formed a small polity, one of the official races of the Federation, those undead are very weak, and their personal combat power is completely incomparable to that of the undead of the Dark Blade, but they still retain their past thinking and wisdom intact, they will use vicious traps, they will use weapons, and occasionally some conspiracy."

"In the last few years, we have lost more than 200 fighters due to friction between the two sides, and now the road from Stratholme to Quel'Thalas has been completely occupied by the undead, who have gone too far! Sometimes I even feel like the undead are deliberately provoking us so that we can attack so that they can drag the entire Federation into this war and bury us completely..."

"Well, when I was in Stormwind, I heard that some of the undead were indeed spreading the "Crusader Menace Theory". ”

Anduin shrugged:

"But the members of the Federation are still sane, and now that you have established a state, and you have also submitted credentials to each other with the Federation, those immortals may continue to provoke like this, but, the will of the Holy Light that you are talking about... How so? I feel a little weird. ”

The little prince looked at the Bridget Knight, and he said:

"Sarantia and I have never felt the kind of will like fire that you speak, and the light we have heard is gentle... So, let's show you! ”

As he spoke, the little prince held out his hand to Bridget, and Sarandia on the other side also held the cold fingers of the knight, and Anduin gave Bridget an encouraging look, who hesitated for a moment, and then put his hand in Anduin's palm.

This is the first time she has touched a boy's hand in a non-combat state...

What saddened Miss Knight was that Anduin's fingers were thinner than a girl's, and her skin was better...

But the next moment, she didn't have the energy to think about these messy things.

"Relax, Bridget... Come with us. ”

Anduin and Sarandia closed their eyes, the breathing of the two children became steady at this moment, and that aura also infected Miss Knight, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her mind, the three consciousnesses slowly touched along the connection of the body, and the two children who had been learning the Holy Light with Naru since childhood entered the meditative state very quickly, and under the leadership of their consciousness, Miss Bridget's consciousness also quickly broke away from the body in a strange form.

It was as if she were flying upwards along a passage at a very fast speed, and when Miss Bridget regained consciousness, she found herself in a dead silence and cold among the stars, and Anduin and Sarandia stood beside her, and Anduin said to her:

"Look at it..."

Bridget raised her head, and above her, in the darkest night sky of the stars, in the darkest and deepest abyss of the universe, a golden point of light seemed to fly from the past, and in the next moment pierced the deep and terrifying night like a sharp sword, bringing the first ray of light among the stars into this world.

"The purest light is always born in the darkest corners, and wherever the light of hope goes, all darkness is hidden..."

Anduin and Sarandia took Britty's hand and flew into the golden light, the three consciousnesses were like the first rays of the star, the knight had never felt the presence of the holy light so truly, she felt as if she was back in the mother's body, her consciousness and the light were one, she was like a hungry sponge, constantly drawing strength and teachings from the surrounding halo.

It's very different from the will of the light they felt like fire in the church...

The Light that Anduin and Sarantia showed her had no will of its own, it was more of a tool, an emotion inherent in a living being.

It represents hope, it represents all good, it represents the power to protect all good... There was no anger, no rebuke, no hatred, in that light singing, Brigitte saw the beautiful scenes of her past life, and the beautiful fragments of other people's lives, she looked back and saw Anduin and Sarandia holding hands, she saw the shining light in the lives of her two children...

At this moment, Miss Knight had an epiphany.

Sarandia's light is not stronger than hers, the reason why it seems so pure is because when Sarandia wields the light, she never thinks of sanctions or revenge, she is wielding the light to protect Andu, she is wielding weapons to protect the good hope... That's why her light is so powerful, that's why her power is so strong.

What about yourself?

What were you thinking when you were waving the light?

The desire for victory? Purification frenzy? Hatred of the undead? Or... Or is it just a power that has never been seriously thought about what kind of power the Light is?

"The Light is fraternal, and it will never refuse to help those in need because of race and soul, Bridget, have you ever seen the undead wielding the Light?"

A voice rang in Bridget's ears, and she thought it was Anduin asking her, but Miss Knight shook her head, and the voice rang out again:

"I've seen... And more than one..."

"The undead are not evil, just as appearance is not true beauty, words are not true character, child, do not let your eyes blind your heart, and do not let hatred distort your soul, Zela's warning to you is well-intentioned, she wants to remind you that the devil is coming, however, she has done something wrong again... I apologize to you on her behalf. ”

"And my poor child... Welcome, home..."

"Buzz"

The next moment, Miss Bridget's eyes opened, and she saw the fireplace burning in the room, and the sound of the crackling wood made the room warm up a lot, dissipating the dampness and cold in the house, and beside her, Anduin and Sarandia also opened their eyes from that meditation.

Salantia looked at Miss Bridgette and asked:

"Did you see that? Bridget, that is the Light that Anduin and I perceive, and I cannot recklessly accuse you of falsehood, but at least, the burning Light will is not the same as the Light we understand..."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Miss Knight stretched out her hand, her sincere hands folded and folded on her chest, her face was full of tears, and she whispered:

"It's okay... That's wrong, I already know, that's wrong..."

"I heard the light enlighten me... I felt the light..."

"I'm home..."

"Thank you..."

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