Truth be told, at first glance see the legendary Anduin. When Wrynn was in the time, Old Ferding was very disappointed.

He was a great knight born in the heyday of the Empire, a paladin who adhered to the teachings, an old-fashioned and serious old man, and he himself had doubts about accepting Anduin into the Order, and he hoped that Anduin would be a good, perfect paladin, so as to at least reduce some of the impact of his joining the Order.

However, Anduin's first appearance disappointed him.

A half-old child, with a childish look on his face that had not yet been shed, his whole body was filled with an unruly free will, and most importantly, in front of the representatives of the young knights of the entire Silver Dawn Order, he was still so presumptuously holding a little girl and galloping wildly, judging from his intimate behavior with this little girl, he was almost like a standard gentleman born into a noble family.

And when Anduin said that he wanted to join the Order, Old Fordin's heart refused, but he felt the weight of the wooden box in his hand, the persuasion of the letter under the Pope's crown, and finally the faintly threatening eyes of Councilor Gore next to him, all of which made Old Fording unable to say the word refusal.

He also knew very well how much trouble he would cause to the nascent Silver Dawn Order if he refused Anduin's entry here.

So after hesitating for a moment, the great knight's face stiffened, and he said with some disobedience:

"Well, well... You're as legendary as you are... Well, different. ”

"Well, then, welcome to the Order of the Silver Dawn, Anduin. Wrynn, please come with me to the Hand of Tyr to rest for a while, and then I will arrange for you to join our system. ”

The old knight coughed lightly, and he looked at Sarandia beside Anduin, the little girl of the High Elves in her dress, and he said with some embarrassment:

"But this friend of yours, I'm afraid he won't be able to join the Order with you, at present, our Knights only recruit paladins..."

"But Sarandia is also a paladin!"

Anduin looked at the stiff-faced old knight in front of him suspiciously, and he took Sarantia's hand and said to Fortin:

"Both of us are paladins who have been baptized by Naru in the Shattered Sun Warband in Shattrath City."

"Yes, I'm a paladin too!"

Unlike the simple-minded Anduin, the sensitive girl could sense some meaning behind the somewhat indifferent attitude of the old Ferdin, she stepped forward and stood beside Anduin, her left hand with a cumbersome and beautiful ornament raised, and in the shaking of her fingers, a bright and warm holy light shone in her palm.

The light shone on the face of the old Ferdin, so that a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the great knight, there are also High Elf paladins in the Crusaders, but the number is very small, and Ferding also knows that the High Elves are born with the terrible curse of magic addiction, they often indulge in the absorption of magic power, for adults, a little stronger may be able to allow themselves to accept the washing of another energy, but children like Sarandia are often unable to bear the pain caused by the washing of the Holy Light.

At least Ferdin's had never seen a minor High Elf wield the power of the Light, but Sarandia did... This alone represents the potential of this child.

This was a surprise for Fordin.

"Well, yes, yes!"

Old Fording nodded, and his gloomy face finally improved a little, and he said to Anduin and Salantia:

"Then come with me."

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"You didn't even inform me about this beforehand!"

Anduin and Sarandia's entry into the hands of Tyre caused a stir, and that night, an enraged General Abydis stormed Old Fordin's office, only to find that Grand Knight Mograini and Fording were there, as well as the Noble Inquisitor Esenlian, who had always been indifferent to politics, and seemed to be waiting for Abidis to arrive.

"Are you crazy? Anduin's kid may be innocent, but he has the background of that madman from Tyrion! How can you be so reckless! ”

The old general bluntly said:

"If Tyrion is using Anduin to divide our nascent nation, then there is no doubt that he may have achieved his goal, listen to the complaints of the knights, Fortin, Mograine, you have done the most stupid wrong!"

"Because of this!"

Furding put something in front of General Abydis, he looked left and right, and then said to General Abydis:

"It's an exchange we can't refuse, and the reason why we won't tell you is because of this... His Holiness the Pope believes that the return of this relic will bring an unimaginable prestige boost to the Church of Light, and that if it is recovered, all disputes caused by Anduin will be eliminated! We can't let your stubborn character spoil it. ”

"This is a true Holy Light Artifact!"

The archinquisitor Ethanlyon, who had not spoken, fiddled with the rosary in his hand and spoke:

"Its return will symbolize the Silver Dawn Order's ability to fight evil, a killer weapon that we lack, and once we recover it, the undead who occupy Stratholme and eyed us will no longer be a threat... It's important, Abidis, so I'm sorry, but this time, I'm on Fordin's side. ”

"The Silver Hand, a relic left over from ancient times."

The gray-haired old Abydis read the introduction and text marking the detailed map suspiciously, he was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and looked at the great knight in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"I've heard the story, but what if it's fake? What if you or Mograine went after this artifact and found it to be a despicable trap for the undead? If you or Mograini die in battle... Do you know what a terrible blow it was to the entire Church of Light, and to the Order of the Silver Dawn? It's clearly a demonic temptation, and you're so eager to jump in. ”

"You are all blinded by power!"

"Yes, your considerations do have a point."

In the face of General Abydis's reprimand, Old Ferding patiently explained: "But what if it's true? Imagine, Abydis, if we could indeed recover the ancient lost artifact, it would become the new banner of the Light Faith, and the entire world would reunite the Light Walkers, and it would most likely be true, as His Holiness the Pope had endorsed the map and the message. ”

"We all have a deep enmity against the undead, Abidis."

Grand Knight Mograini also advised:

"Like you, I have experienced the fiasco of Whispering Harbor in its entirety, and like you, I have witnessed the despair of Emperor Lothar when he died in battle, and if we can, we don't want to bow to the undead, but at this critical moment, Abydis, old friend, let go of your inner prejudice first, and don't let hatred dominate your will."

The persuasion of the Grand Knight of Mograini did not work, but instead added fuel to the fire, causing General Abydis to attack again, his eyes shining with a raging fire of rage, and he pointed to the two great knights in front of him and shouted:

"Don't want to bow your head? Fool it! ”

"Back then, I tried to persuade you how dangerous those naturally born immortals were, and I suggested that you purify them all before the Dark Blade intervenes, how did you do it?"

"You look ahead and look backward, you cowardly make peace with them! What now? We lost the city of Stratholme! The strength of those evil undead is swelling every day, and what about us? We've gone from an advantage to a disadvantage! ”

"You say I'm carried away by hatred, my brothers, aren't you ashamed to say these things?"

The muscles on General Abydis's face were trembling, obviously, the shadow left on him by the desperate battle a few years ago was too great, the desperate pain of witnessing the destruction of his family and country was burning his heart all the time, the kind of flame that was bred by pain flowed in his veins, making that emotion become a terrible toxin, making the old general in front of him become more and more stubborn and radical in time:

"I always take your opinion into account, you say I'm too radical, okay! I have put down my military power and will no longer interfere with the knights' strategy! ”

"You say I'm too stubborn, okay! I let my daughter take my place, and I did my best to nurture her. ”

"You say I'm too extreme, okay! I gave up my elaborate plan of raid and followed your policy of appeasement, and the result? The result? Tell me, Fordin, look me in the eye and tell me! And the victory you promised me? ”

The old general took a step back, he was old after all, he was a little dizzy, he held on to the table next to him, and barely let himself not fall, and his breath became disordered:

"What about the victory you promised me?"

"I only see our former homeland being overrun by the undead; I only see our former people forced to live with the undead; All I see is that everything we swear to maintain is being crushed bit by bit... Lordaeron has become the lair of a group of damned elves playing dangerous spells, the once-sacred Cathedral of Light has become their storehouse, and even our knights are corrupted little by little in their sugar-coated cannonballs..."

"Now even the adopted son of the King of the Dead has entered the stronghold of our hearts, and has begun to spread that terrible idea for his evil adoptive father... And he was put in by your own hands..."

"This is the victory you promised me?"

"This is the future you want? Sorry, I don't see the future... I can't see... Fordin, Mograine, Ethan Lien, old friends, I suspect I'm blind..."

The old general staggered and threw the letter in his hand on the old Fordin's table, and he turned away with difficulty, his straight back now stiffened, as if all his will burned like fire had been discouraged.

"Go ahead and bow down to your new undead master, I'm going to leave here with my Scarlet Crusaders, it's like a cage, the beast is willing to give up the last damned cage, it's not the end I want, it's suffocating here..."

"I'm going to take a real warrior to do what we want to do..."

"To die?"

Old Fortin, who had always been mild-mannered, clenched his fists at this moment, he stood up, looked at Abidis's lonely back, and he shouted loudly:

"You preach to the ignorant young people a dangerous will to purify, Abidis, you are taking them to their death! If you want to die, you can die yourself, don't drag those innocent young people with you! ”

"Enough! Fordin! ”

The Grand Knight of Mograine, who could no longer stand it, roared, causing all the arguments to stop at this moment, and the Grand Knight said with heavy breath:

"Enough... This quarrel is pointless except to divide us, Abydis, if you still have even the last shred of faith in us, then give us a little more time, and I will go with Ferdin, in search of the holy relics, if we die... Prove that you are right, you are the last leader of the Silver Dawn Order, but if we return alive with the relics..."

"Then I'll quit!"

Abidis turned around, and the old general had a miserable smile on his face, and he was like a dying man who had used all his strength, and he whispered:

"If you bring it back, then you are heroes, and then it proves that your judgment is right and I am wrong... I will quit the Knights Council of the Order of the Silver Dawn and my daughter Bridget will take over as General... I'm tired, Fordin, Mograini, I'm so tired..."

"10 days! Don't torture me anymore, and in 10 days, give me a real relief from this coward who should have died in Whispering Harbor..."

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On the other side, in the Dark Temple, suspended above the clouds in the sky, the High Lord sat on his throne and looked at the Guardian stretched out below, another lieutenant of the former God of Justice Tyr, and a friend of Elonnaya, the Earth Shaper Azadas.

The Guardian had lost his body to the pure Titan energy that had washed his mind, and his new body, created by the re-activated Naraksha Engine, had been adjusted by Rai's own hands, and instead of being bloated and massive, it was imbued with a slender and nimble image that was more like a miniature Viku warrior.

"So, Lord Azadas, do you have any advice on the trial of the Silver Hand left behind by Lord Tyr?"

The High Lord asked in a low voice, and Azadas replied in a deep voice inherent in rock life:

"I don't think mortals are qualified to hold Lord Tyr's sacred weapon... But since it's the request of the Great Guardian Rai, then I'm willing to give this upcoming mortal a chance... I will set up a test of will in the re-cleared ruins of Uldaman, and let the trialists retrace the path of the Guardians of 10,000 years ago, and if they fail, it will prove that they are not qualified to wield the silver hand! ”

"Well, that sounds good."

Tyrion rubbed his chin as he narrowed his eyes and said to the Guardian in front of him:

"Then, leave it to you to carry out all this, and my advice to you is that one trial is far from testing the mind of the trialist, so it is better to set up a few more tests to examine their strength, their will, and whether they have the great idea of protecting all beings like Lord Tyr..."

"For a holy relic like the Silver Hand, no matter how complicated and difficult the trial is, it is worth it!"

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors