Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 251 Beautiful Friend and Torn Painting
Fatigue and helplessness, magnified by the Eight Virtues, have been testing Taelan Fordring's spirit.

A trace of pain appeared on his face. He lowered his head and held his forehead with both hands.

Xal'atath was lying in the green light, and from time to time a little gray light would burst out, as if it was praying for something.

The green light that suppressed it was not just the power of the blessed world tree. Its roots went deep into the ground like the ancient gods. It was closely connected to Him, and the blood flowing in its trunk could be said to be the blood of the Titans.

The World Tree, the Emerald Dream, and the Titans, they are the trinity.

As those negative effects were amplified, the red liquid in the Worldstone within Taelan Fordring's body began to boil.

After killing N'Zoth, he didn't get any rewards except the trinket Mad Declaration, but the red liquid in the World Stone increased. And the broken stone was actually much more complete.

The giant tree in Tyran Fording's sea of ​​consciousness has also grown thicker and taller. With the growth of power and the improvement of control ability, it is also growing. Its branches and leaves are also increasing. Moreover, it has undergone a huge change recently. All of its abilities have been transferred to the World Stone. And the giant tree itself seems to be nurturing something.

The death of N'Zoth brought it great benefits. This also improved Taelan Fordring's ability to control his own power. His mysticism is about to be promoted to advanced level, and his Holy Light Realm and Holy Light Wall began to merge. Now this ability has a middle school name:

The Barrier of Despair.

I hope that there will be no more two-dimensional names like “Wall of Sighs” in the future.

Taelan Fording observed Xal'atath through the control talent of the Nephalem. She was still an old god, but she just prayed for freedom and did not take advantage of the situation. This was really rare. She would not be merciful in the past. She would seize every opportunity to induce him and hint at him.

Since you haven't taken any action, I will fulfill your wish once.

Normally, Miss Xal'atath speaks in a very - Liadrin way.

It finally left the green light and floated in front of Taelan Fording. She was as happy as a 100,000-year-old child!
"Great master, you are such a good person." It actually used the voice of a nice girl.

"You are a great Paladin. Please don't abandon me. I am so lonely! I have been missing you lately."

"Are you hurt? Is the lady okay? Why didn't she come back to see me?"

Now Xal'atath is like a dog. She even discarded her usual disguise and aloofness.

Normally, she would not reveal her true feelings. Even if she really wanted to stay away from Teldrassil and Him, she would never let Tyran Fordring know. She would find a way to make Tyran Fordring take the initiative to achieve her goal. She is the most cunning Old God.

In tens of thousands of years, she only forgot herself once. It was at that time that she was plotted against by N'Zoth and attacked by Y'Shaarj.

Looking at Sartharion like this, he had a deeper understanding of Ezelena's character.

The Whispers of the Titans, who possess both the power of the Light and the power of the Void, are even more powerful than those of the Old Gods.

Taelan Fordring seemed to have truly recovered because of Xal'atath's care.

This made Salatas feel a little regretful.

At this time, Taelan Fording showed a meaningful smile: "Thank you! Miss Xal'atath!

This time you didn't praise me like Liadrin did. I feel very relieved. I think it must be Azeroth that made you improve. You are indeed a great being."

Xal'atath really wanted to curse loudly and stab Taelan Fordring fiercely, but she didn't dare. No demigod had ever had such a close relationship with the Titans.

It would be better to kill her directly than to send her back to that pervert's hands.

If it were anyone else, she would have plenty of ways to threaten them, but she had no good way to deal with Taelan Fordring.

This man's entire ambition lies in his career. As a man, he actually possesses a rare virtue. He never covets more.

He has loved a girl for more than ten years. He and she grew up together and went through more than ten years of ups and downs together, until she put on her wedding dress for him. And it seems that they will continue to walk together until she leaves this world.

It's a damn virtue. If you don't want to take advantage, you will never suffer. It seems that I have to find more opportunities from women in the future. But she rarely spends time alone with her...

That little blue dragon is of no use at all, but its long legs might just rub off on the little wizard's fragile nerves.

Taelan Fording knew that Xal'atath was the only card in his hand that was beyond the control of others, so he had to be nice to her. He relaxed his vigilance against Xal'atath.

He poured himself a half glass of wine, and then silently chose to continue to practice his mysterious mastery. Then he opened the dark skill tree in the World Stone. Among them, Vengeance Awakening became Force Strike, and transformed into Strengthened Force Strike. But there are still three skills that have been locked. They are Redemption, Salvation and Judgment.

He didn't have any special expectations for salvation. It only provided resistance to ice, electricity, and fire. While redemption involved the most mysterious soul, judgment could significantly reduce the opponent's defense and resistance.

At first, Tyran Fording didn't understand that Fist of Heaven could be learned directly, but Redemption and Judgment were locked. After he had Holy Armor, he began to understand that Judgment was probably meant to deal with enemies with Holy Armor.

These skills are definitely closely related to mystical mastery, so it is necessary to study mystical studies in depth.

the next day.

The cool breeze from the Barrens carried the sweet scent of sea buckthorn berries into Taelan Fordring's nose.

Taelan Fording got up early and practiced his weapon skills. When the sun rose in the sky, he had already changed into the robe of prophecy. This was left to him by his teacher Alonsus Faol.

The old man hoped that he could inherit his legacy and become the Archbishop of the Holy Light Church.

He is dressed so formally today because he is going to host a memorial service.

This was a decision unanimously passed by the Alliance Council. As Faol's apprentice, he had to be present.

The atmosphere was heavy. After three wars, many young people had passed away, and those who survived were the lucky ones.

Tyran Fordring read the memorial on behalf of the military. However, in order to boost morale, at the end of the ceremony, Tyran announced the death of the ancient god N'Zoth. This also indicated that the route between the Alliance and Kul Tiras was no longer blocked. The two continents could communicate normally again.

After the ceremony was over, just as Tyran Fording was about to leave, a small crack appeared in the void behind him, and a small figure walked out of the seemingly folded space. Lillian Voss, she was the head of the Alliance Special Forces. Every time she appeared, she would bring important news.

"Great Lord, John has died."

"Hasn't he been at the crossroads the whole time? How could he have died?" He was an old subordinate of Taelan Fordring, a native of Lordaeron, and a retired veteran.

Lillian Voss always looks calm and composed:

"Venture Capital has been stealing in Stonetalon Mountain. After Deathwing launched the Cataclysm, there were drastic geological changes there. The mountain collapsed, revealing a kobold mine. This mine is right between Mulgore and Stonetalon Peak.

The venture capital company discovered this secret and made a deal with the remnants of the Twilight Hammer.

The Ventures want to make money, but the Alliance stands in their way. The Twilight's Hammer wants revenge for their leader, Cho'gall.

So they organized a large army, hoping to take advantage of the Alliance's fight against N'Zoth's Naga troops to dig through the Kobold mines between Mulgore and Stonetalon Peak, and then send the coalition forces to attack the human capital.

This will help N'Zoth's frontal forces defeat us.

They were almost there. John and his friend Tom went on a mission to Stonetalon Mountain. They discovered the secret. So John took Tom to explore the secret cave.

They saw the army. To warn us, John ignited the powder magazine.

A huge explosion collapsed the cave, killing many of the enemy. Our people heard the sound. General Gavinrad mobilized an army to block the exit of the hidden cave. Their forces could not be deployed and their morale was low. Their plan failed.

John was killed instantly. Tom survived, but his wounds were so severe that the priests were unable to heal him.

Having said that, Lillian Voss did not continue speaking, but took out a small oil painting and a stack of information from her storage bag.

She handed the stack of papers to Taelan Fording. "Bishop Havenfar said that only your Lay on Healing and holy prayers can heal him."

Taelan Fording took the stack of papers. The first one was John's employment survey form. He participated in the Battle of Zul'Matha and was injured and retired. Later, he served as the sheriff of Lordaeron's capital. When Arthas massacred Lordaeron, he left his post and escaped from the capital with his wife and son.

Lillian Voss and Agent 700 Hunter, who was hiding in Lordaeron City, rescued him. They took his family to Southshore. They followed Taelan Fording's expedition to Kalimdor. Later, under Hunter's introduction, he joined the Security Bureau and became an external agent.

His resume stated that he felt very guilty about his escape. He worked very hard and carried out many dangerous missions.

Tailan read it silently, then turned to the second page. This was a lady's profile. Lady Jones was a minor noble in Lordaeron. Her father married her to John, who became Lordaeron's sheriff.

Her brother had developed well thanks to John's connections, but unfortunately he died in the Battle of Lordaeron.

She also works in the security department. She and Tom are colleagues and they have a close relationship.

The third sheet is Tom's information. This information is very rich, with six or seven pages.

Taelan Fording picked it up, found a seat, and began to read it slowly. Soon he was amazed at the rich life experience of this agent.

He was also a minor noble in Lordaeron, but he had fallen into poverty. All he could inherit from his father was a baronial title, a shabby house, and a stack of IOUs.

Tyran Fording read through the information one by one. He felt like he was back on Blue Star, reading Maupassant's novel "Belle Amigos". He once again revisited the scene of tying strands of hair to buttons. Because of the extraordinary power, the story here was even more outrageous.

Taelan Fording looked up at Lillian Voss. She placed the painting in her hand on Tom's file: "This is the only item John left. We found it on Tom's body. I did not return it to Ms. Jones."

Taelan Fording placed the painting in front of him, and then arranged the information of the three people together.

He carefully observed the painting. It was a masterpiece. It was the work of a master. It was not that Tyran Fording had a high appreciation of art. It was that he had a painting by this master at home.

Her name was Renfrew, and after she created Love and Family, her painting skills improved rapidly, and she became a frequent visitor to the Fording family. Jaina studied painting with her for a while.

Jaina made rapid progress, but her starting point was too low, and she felt that she didn't need to become as versatile as other noble girls. She called this targeted training!

At that time, Taelan Fording was dumbfounded. It turned out that a person could find such a high-sounding reason to be lazy. Let her be. He really didn't need a painter. Instead of making things difficult for her, wouldn't Rivera paint better?

He recognized the artist of the painting at a glance. At that time, Rivera was already famous, and it was not cheap to hire her to paint.

Taelan Fording said: "John loves his wife and his - children."

The painting shows a family of three. The old-fashioned husband seems a little stiff, and the wife looks happy. She tilts her head slightly towards her husband, and her expression makes her look like she loves her husband. They all have dazzling blonde hair.

Overall, the master's technique has improved. But she seems a bit perfunctory. The theme of her painting is not the warmth and joy of the family. It is the helplessness and helplessness of the husband in the face of life. The child is still very happy, and he leans his head towards his father. Obviously, he worships his father.

In fact, every child has to accept three ordinary things in his life. The first is that his father, who has always been omnipotent, is actually an ordinary person. The second is that he himself is an ordinary person, and may be worse. The third is that his son is an ordinary child.

This silver-haired child is at the age where he feels his father can do anything.

The master's miraculous painting skills perfectly depict a human tragedy.

Taelan Fording looked at the resumes of the three people again.

He raised his right hand, and a ray of holy light was pulled into a thin blade, which he gently cut from top to bottom. The photo was split in two. The paper underneath was intact.

It was truly an amazing skill. Lillian Voss knew that the only person who could use the Holy Light in this way was Marshal Turalyon, the commander of the expeditionary force.

"Find John's sister. I remember he has a biological sister. Divide John's pension into two. One half goes to Ms. Jones's children, and the other half goes to his sister."

"Keep this matter confidential and don't let the children be affected."

"As for Tom, tell the grammar instructor in Harvard. I'm not available."

(End of this chapter)