Da, da, da"

The sound of heavy horses' hooves shook the calm night in the Stratholme region, and the young knight who was guarding the outpost outside Andorhar was awakened by the rapid sound of horses' hooves, and the responsible and brave paladin rushed out of his post to see a knight on a war horse galloping towards his position.

In the silence and gloom of the night, a warm and bright silver light shone on his body, making him look like a paladin who had walked out of mythology.

"Restored"

The somewhat tired old knight took the reins of his horse, and in the neighing of his horse, he looked at the young knight with a surprised face, and in the shone of the sacred silver light, he said in a deep voice:

"Son, send a message to the Order of the Silver Dawn immediately!"

"Just say... Ancient relics, miracles of light, and silver hands, return tonight! ”

A moment later, a bright warning firework burst into the sky from the humble sentry, and the entire silent area of Stratholme became even more noisy because of the sudden news.

Alessandro. The news of the return of the Grand Knight of Mograine with an ancient artifact was like a bundle of ignited explosives thrown into the water, causing an uproar in the Silver Dawn Order in an instant.

In this night, even the ascetics who were far away in the Chapel of the Light's Wish were alarmed, and they marched towards the hand of Tyr in groups in the night, just to witness the legendary weapon belonging to the God of Justice, and the relationship between the God of Justice and the Church of the Holy Light, that is very special, it can be said that this artifact is not just a weapon, it symbolizes the orthodoxy of the Holy Light in the human faith world.

And in the eyes of all believers, this is a very, very important, even more important thing.

Now, this artifact that has caused an uproar has been generously placed by the Great Knight in the hall of the Hand of Tyr Castle, on a quaint stone platform, the power of pure holy light is like magic, levitating the heavy two-handed war hammer on the stone platform, its shape is simple and atmospheric, as thick as the war hammer often used by warriors on the battlefield.

One side of its warhammer was wrapped in a spike of silver, naturally occurring crystal, which shone with the power of brilliant holy light, like a burning golden flame, while on the other side was a circular heavy hammer body, and on the top of the warhammer there was a golden lion-like carving, and the back end of the warhammer was engraved with chains engraved with sacred runes, like an ornament, but more like a part of this divine martial art.

The Warhammer is so good that it has a thick and undesecrated majesty that anyone who sees it will adore it, but the only problem is that it doesn't seem to be the same as the Silver Hand Warhammer in the Church of Light's records...

But this is also explained by the fact that Azeroth has many legendary weapons in the hands of mortal warriors, most notably the Human Emperor Lothar and his adopted son Varian. The legendary weapon Slayer held by Urian, the long sword had changed its appearance due to the change of holders in the eyes of many people.

This is an adaptation of the legendary weapon to the power of the sword wielder, and only a true legendary weapon has this almost mythical ability.

The Silver Hand is the weapon of Tyr, the god of justice, and it naturally has such an ability, probably because the Grand Knight of Mograini was recognized by this weapon, so this weapon was transformed into a form more suitable for him.

And at the same time that countless paladins came to worship this ancient artifact, in a certain room of the Hand of Tyr, the Grand Knight of Mograine, who had just taken a nap, was also talking to the ugly General Abydis.

"The Guardian Azadas, the Guardian of the Ancient God Lord Tyr, presided over that long and majestic trial, and Ferdin, and I participated as the Chosen One."

The Grand Knight of Mograine, who was trimming his messy beard, said to General Abydis:

"In the middle of the trial, the Guardian proposed the Loyalty Trial, and Fording voluntarily withdrew, giving me the possibility of going further, but it was because of Fordin's selfless sacrifice that he also got another precious opportunity."

The Grand Knight said in a relaxed tone:

"Now that Fordin has reached Howling Bay on the continent of Northrend, where he will be on the trail of another ancient artifact, if nothing else, in a month at most, the Order of the Silver Dawn will have a second gift of Light... I am sure that this good news will greatly encourage the faith of the faithful and make His Holiness the Pope proud. ”

"This is really good news... Your return proves that my thinking is indeed wrong, and I admit... Maybe I'm really doing something wrong. ”

General Abydis, who was a little decadent, drank a glass of wine, he looked at Mograine, and after a moment he said with some pain:

"But something worse is Mograine, and I must tell you, did you notice something strange about Tyr's hand when you entered the city?"

"Huh?"

This question made the Grand Knight of Mograine frown, and he put down the razor in his hand, and said:

"It seems a little strange when you say that, I see that the knights guarding the castle seem to be a little distinct, and some of the knights have special badges pinned to their chests, I thought it was a small community like the Brotherhood of Light, but now I hear you... There seems to be something hidden in this? ”

"Anduin. Ureon... That little ghost! ”

The old general closed his eyes, he recalled what had happened in the past ten days, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"After you and Fording left, he set off a fight... Rebellion! ”

"What?"

Mograine's eyes widened:

"Anduin? Rebellion? You're not drunk, are you? Abydis, he's only 9 years old! ”

"Of course it's not just him! Alessandro. ”

The old general snorted a little dissatisfied, and he used the action of drinking to hide the embarrassment in his eyes:

"There are restless little knights helping him, Colfax and Thomas, and... Also, my daughter Bridget, Fordin's son Tyran, and... As well as your son Dalyan and your adopted daughter White, I don't know how they used it, and they also co-opted the high-ranking knights of Marland, one of the commanders of the three warbands, and some elite knights stationed in the Chapel of the Light's Wish... In short, they have now formed a order on their own. ”

"The mad children themselves have concocted a "light-forging ritual" and called themselves "Holy Army", saying that we have fallen into false beliefs and that they are going to save us from that error... Alas, I may be really old, Mograini. ”

General Abydis leaned back in his chair a little tiredly, he covered his face with his hands, and he whispered:

"I have tried all the methods, but with little success, in just ten days, a third of the knights are already on their side... I can't deal with these juniors anymore, and I can't just declare them rebellious and then send troops to suppress them... Ethanlion was not happy with this situation, but he didn't have a good way to do it, and the debate of faith even extended to the legions in Hearthvale, and now Ethanlion was sitting on the fire. ”

"I underestimated him, Mograini, we all underestimated him..."

"That kid is as cunning as his adoptive father, Tyrion."

This description made the eyes of the Grand Knight of Mograini become solemn, he did not expect that after this trip, such a bad thing would happen to the headquarters, an old knight like him who had experienced a lot of things would not arbitrarily determine whether a certain thing was right or wrong, just like the current matter, he felt that he needed to find out for himself.

But before that, he had another thing to tell Abidis in front of him.

"Abidis, as I left the shrine of Uldaman, the Shaper Azadas gave me a warning."

The Grand Knight touched his freshly trimmed beard, and said to the old Knight in front of him:

"Lord Azadas told me the story of the God of Justice, Tyr, an ugly conspiracy between the gods, and he told me that since we mortals have inherited the will of Lord Tyr, we must shoulder the unfinished will of Lord Tyr, and as the keeper of the holy silver hand, we must participate in the war behind the upcoming Titan city "Ulduar"! ”

Grand Knight Mograini said solemnly:

"This is also the reason why I rushed back to the hands of Tyr, we must sacrifice our strength for the world's self-salvation before the fate of the god betrayer Lorcan destroys the fate of this world, so this time, I am going to take some old knights and join the war on the continent of Northrend..."

"This is a responsibility we can't avoid! It is also the mission that we, the heirs of Lord Tyr, must fulfill! ”

"Oh?"

The words of the Grand Knight of Mograini made the old general, who seemed a little decadent because of the "defection" of his precious daughter, immediately come to his senses, he straightened up, and considered the request of the Grand Knight, and after a moment, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he said to the Grand Knight:

"Absolutely! And I think it's an opportunity..."

"The children may have only been deceived by some seemingly noble idea, so I think it is necessary for us to test the true face of this so-called "Holy Cult" in front of them, and take these knights who claim to be righteous people to the battlefield, and I believe that no matter what they want to do, they will reveal their true will on the battlefield. ”

General Abydis stood up, and he circled around his desk with some excitement, and he looked back at Mograine, and he exclaimed:

"That's all! I'll go with you! Alessandro, I will let my precious daughter see that imp's rhetoric being shattered on the real battlefield, Anduin is trying to deceive our knights with rhetoric, then let him prove himself on the battlefield! ”

The old general, who was getting older, snorted:

"If he's really a hero like Varian, if they can prove their adherence to the path of Light in the war, then I, I don't mind if the Holy Cult continues to exist."

The offer silenced Grand Knight Mograine for a moment, but after a few seconds, he nodded.

"Well, it's very feasible, so let's do it!"

Old General Abidis returned to his bedroom in the castle, which was somewhat disorganized, and of course to be expected for an old soldier who had been drinking too much lately.

Once upon a time, the old general was also a very strict person for his own life and life, but after suffering the disaster of losing his wife and ruining his country, General Abydis's life and beliefs have changed too much.

Disasters can always change a person's mind.

But to-night, the old general did not open the wine cabinet as usual, he lit the candle on the table, and in the drifting flames he leaned back in his chair, and reached out to pick up the cleanly polished picture frame on the table.

He caressed the frame, which was a few years old, and the patterns on it were blurred, and in that frame was a magical image of General Abydis made by the mages of Dalaran, in which he was a young rising military star of the Empire, and beside him in a crisp military uniform was his gentle wife, and his young daughter.

It was a magical image they had taken in Stratholme, and it was the happiest time of General Abydis's life.

Time is a cruel thing, especially when you are old, it will not give you more generously, but will coldly take away the things you cherish from you one by one... Until you are alone to meet the coming of death.

"Martha, our daughter has grown up."

In the fluttering of the candle flame, General Abydis stroked the frame, and he whispered:

"She began to find meaning in her life, no longer blindly following me or others, and I always quarreled with her because of this, but in my heart, I felt very proud of the fact that she chose her own path in life..."

"She's got strong enough wings to soar through the skies of this world on her own, and she doesn't need my shelter anymore..."

"Ah, I'm going to go to war again, Martha..."

"This will be my last fight, and maybe soon, I'll be with you, but until then... My daughter, our pride... Bridget, she must survive the last test that her rigid father has given her..."

"She'll be a hero, but she won't have to suffer what we've suffered... This will be my last gift for her..."

"Martha, wait for me..."

Baidu Search 噺八壹Chinese網 м. No advertising words