Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 68 Evidence
In Stratholme Cathedral, Paris and Karin blamed each other while pushing open the doors of the cathedral from the left and right.

Taelan Fording said nothing, Paris could have drunk too much and fallen into a ditch, Kalin could have had trouble at home, so why did Alton have to deal with a gnoll invasion at the lumberyard?

There was no point in thinking about anything now. But he still had a piece of evidence. But first he had to make them listen to his opinion.

Taelan Fording had reached level 30 the day before yesterday. He finally unlocked his ultimate skill, and this time the skill tree gave him a surprise.

fanaticism
When enabled, increases attack speed, damage, and accuracy for you and your teammates.

Current skill level: 8
Radius: 12 yards

Teammate Damage: +84%
Self Damage: +169%
Attack Speed: +28%
Hit rate: +75%
Fist of Heaven
Powerful lightning strikes the target and releases holy light bullets to attack nearby enemies.

Current skill level: 8
Holy Light Bullet Damage: 180-202
Lightning Damage: 255-305
Mana Cost: 25
Fist of Heaven receives additional bonuses from the following abilities:
Holy Light Bullet: +15% Holy Light Bullet damage per skill level

Holy Shock: +7% Lightning Damage per Skill Level

Blessing of Anser: Summons a meteorite with damage equal to your mastery level to attack the target struck by lightning. Currently, you can summon: 3
The blessing of the sun god and mysticism have brought about a qualitative change to this relatively mediocre skill before the revision.

Tailan used up all his skill points and tried to upgrade his skills to higher levels.

The moment he entered the hall, Taelan Fordring activated the Aura of Fanaticism and injected a large amount of holy light into his Origin of Order Armor.

The crimson holy flame immediately filled the entire cathedral, and he and his two squire knights seemed to have grown much taller.

The holy light emanating from Tyran Fording transformed into six solid wings of light behind him, making him look like a war angel. His two servants were touched by the wings of light and were immediately granted the power of Word of Shield.

Four people sat on the high platform in the hall, they were Uther the Lightbringer, Saidan Dathrohan, Gavinrad Doom, and Arthas Menethil who was present. He listened to the trial.

Taelan Fording walked in step by step, and the chaotic arguments in the hall stopped immediately. They looked at him in surprise. Barthilas and the upright Amangard felt a huge pressure coming. He was promoted again and became a high-level legend.

Now he is a third-level paladin, a part-time priest of the same level, a defensive warrior, and an apprentice druid. His strength level has exceeded level 60, making him a legendary hero. As long as he wants, everyone present must die, no one else!

The powerful legendary hero's domain increased his strength exponentially, and all the allies in the domain seemed to be cast under the shaman's bloodthirstiness, a bloodthirstiness that would not diminish.

In the world of sword and magic, strength is power.

Tyran Fording walked up to the stage and sat next to Gavinrad without saying anything. At this time, Uther said, "Tyran is here, let's start, let Tirion come over!"

Then two knights brought up Tirion Fordring. Tirion's face was calm, but when he saw his son standing on the stage with six wings of light floating behind him and the legendary hero field fully opened, he suddenly became excited.

Uther said, "Tirion! Don't get excited. Tell me the details. We will handle this matter fairly. I believe you will tell the facts truthfully."

"I will," Tirion said.

When everyone calmed down, he began to recount his experience.

“I was going to take Alton and Paris to patrol the territory that day, but Alton had gone to deal with the invasion of gnolls. And Paris drank too much last night and fell into the ditch and was slightly injured, so I went alone.

I met an orc in an abandoned outpost and we fought. He was very powerful and we were evenly matched.

But the walls of the tower had fallen into disrepair over the years. Under the thunderbolt, the tower collapsed!
I was pinned underneath and I thought I was going to die there.

I often wondered why it wasn't me who died in the orc war. Now I can rest in peace.

But then I woke up and I was at home in Hearthglen, and he didn't kill me.

After a few days, my wounds recovered. My wife told me that it was my warhorse that carried me back. I knew that it was only me and the orc there at that time. So it must be the orc who saved me. I decided to go there to take a look. In my memory, the orcs were barbaric and evil. They burned, killed, looted, and destroyed countries and cities! "

"A few days later, I came to the watchtower. I met the orc again nearby. The orc could speak the common language. After talking, I learned his name, Eitrigg. He gave me a new understanding of that race.

They originally had a noble belief, Shamanism. Later, Gul'dan sold out his compatriots to the Burning Legion for power. He also lured his people to drink the blood of demons. "

"You all know what happened next. I returned home. Then my apprentice went to the Council of Nobles to complain about me. They captured Eitrigg and tortured him. They forced him to admit that I had betrayed Lordaeron. He came to contact me specifically."

At this time, the upright Devlin Agamand asked: "Ser Tirion, how do you know they asked these questions?"

Tirion Fordring said: "I don't know. It was like a dream, a whisper. It didn't sound like magic. Anyway, I don't know!"

“But I owe Eitrigg my life!

I was tortured by my conscience every moment. Finally, I decided that I had to rescue him! This is not just something I owed him. This is what I promised him. "

"I sneaked into the prison. I didn't know what happened at that time, and all the guards rushed out. I found out later. The orcs attacked the Mardenhold Castle. I didn't know it at the time, and I was secretly glad. Then I let Eitrigg go!"

"Later, Grom Hellscream actually broke through Mardenholde. I only then knew about it, and I hurried out to fight the Warsong Clan. Then the Knights assembled and the Priests also arrived.

We drove the orcs away. But Mardenhold still suffered great losses."

"Several old brothers have lost their lives because of this. I will take responsibility."

But I want to say: “Race does not represent glory. Don’t easily draw conclusions about beings that are different from yourself.

I have seen orcs as honorable as the noblest knight, and I have seen humans as evil as the basest warlock."

After finishing speaking, Tirion Fordring turned and looked at his son, Taelan Fordring: "My son! I thought a lot at that time.

You are right, everyone should have their own position. I am first a soldier of the Alliance, a human, a father, and finally a user of Holy Light.

But I couldn't resist my commitment and the reproach of my conscience, so I let him go.

I know that you swore to protect your people and fight for Lordaeron and Azeroth all your life. But, child, strength is not everything!
You hold the power! But don't let the power blind you. The nobility and strength of the mind are the real strength!
You are already a legendary spellcaster at the domain level. Every decision you make will affect the fate of an army or even a city."

"If you lose control now, the Holy Storm will kill all the common people in Stratholme. You are too young and should use your power with caution.

Walk your path well, the time your father has with you is too short!"

“I really hope the war can end soon. Our family can live happily together!
Let you have a complete childhood, and little Jaina. We can go to Caer Darrow for vacation often, and you can take our family to rob the kobolds!

I do not admit to treason, but I accept any decision of the Order."

The people on the stage looked at each other in bewilderment. They all knew in their hearts that Tirion Fordring would not betray his country. There was a lot of discussion below, and Barthilas stood up. He was about to say something.

Taelan Fording stood up and said, "Father, I don't want to use violence. That won't solve the problem. But, Barthilas! I think you must have been looking for these two letters for a long time!"

　I would like to give special thanks to the fake pharmacist for the reward!

　　Thank you all for your monthly tickets and recommendations.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)