Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1040 136. What is a golden signboard?

   "Black sent another letter? What does he want us to do this time?"

   In the chief hall of Blackrock Mountain, the Saurfang brothers strode in with a very uncomfortable gesture. They were training troops on the lower level of Blackrock Tower when they were suddenly summoned by Reid.

   After learning that it was the news sent by Black Shaw, the intuition of the orc warriors told them that there was trouble again.

   "This time is a good thing!"

   In the face of the Saurfang brothers' dissatisfaction, Warchief Red was very happy.

   He handed the letter in his hand to Varok and said:

"The captain is going to start a war on Kalimdor. He said that he needs powerful warriors, and he also pointed out that the two of you should go to help. He said that this is a good opportunity to show the power of the orcs to others. Race.

   And most importantly, it's about the enemy of Odin.

   As warriors favored by the King of War, it makes sense for them to be involved.

   In addition, Cairne Bloodhoof's clan is about to go to war with the centaurs, and the captain's letter told him that this matter has something to do with Deeprock Continent, one of the elemental realms.

   He hoped that Elder Drek'Thar could also participate in it, and also hoped that the way of shamanism of orcs could be carried forward. After reading the letter, I felt that the captain's analysis was very reasonable.

   It does us no harm, and we have absolutely no reason to decline this invitation. "

   "You dare to believe what Blake said?"

  Brocks glared at Red, who was getting fatter and fatter, and said:

   "Isn't it bad enough for us to be trapped by him? I didn't tell you his plan. He trapped us in Black Rock Mountain to prevent the demon invasion in the future."

   "What's this? The demons have all landed in Draenor. You have all read the news brought back by the messengers we sent. We will go back to our hometown in the future, and we will also fight against the demons."

   Warchief Reid disagreed.

   He leaned on his dark hand warhammer, took another sip from the wine glass, and said casually:

   "Besides, although Azeroth is big, our blind escape is not the way, the demons will not let this world go, and they will not let us go.

   Just as they lured us down in Draenor, we will have a fight with them.

  The Orcs and the Burning Legion also have grievances to settle.

   Rather than being forced into a desperate situation to fight back, it is better to live the devil on the Black Rock Mountain according to the captain's plan.

  No matter how unpleasant humans look at us, they will still have to support us honestly at that time. There is no future and no hope in fighting alone. Only in this way can we win the war with the help of our companions.

   Although I am a bit stupid, I still understand this simple truth. "

   "Looks like you've been completely 'domesticated' by Black, Red."

   Varok said dissatisfiedly:

   "You are the chief chief of the orthodox tribe. Any decision you make must be based on safeguarding the interests of the orc race, not at the mercy of a black-hearted pirate."

   "But the problem is that the captain's advice is really based on the interests of the orcs."

  Red put his face on his hands, pointed to the letter in Warlock's hand, and said:

   "If you want to object, you have to justify it, don't you? Do you think there is anything wrong with this plan? Tell me and I will listen? If what you say makes sense, I will listen to you immediately."

"This"

   Varok was a little embarrassed by Red's statement.

   He is considered a smart man among orcs, but Rao is Varok's ingenuity, how can he pick out problems from the plan made by Black Shaw?

   He is a warrior.

   This fault-finding job is more or less the job of a cunning shaman like Drek'Thar.

   "Look, you can't tell what the problem is."

  The Great Chief snorted, patted the table and said:

   "Since there is no problem, then we can execute it. If you feel that it is not good for the orthodox tribe to be at the mercy of the captain, then you might as well think about it in a different way.

   Think of Blake Shaw as a 'brain tank' paid for by the orthodox tribe, and the letter in your hand is his development advice to us.

   He has the right to make suggestions, but it is up to us to decide whether to adopt it or not.

   Thinking this way, doesn’t it make you feel more comfortable?

  Hahaha, that’s how I convince myself, the effect is outstanding.

  Alright, the two Overseers, the Nightborne spellcaster has been waiting in the teleportation hall. If there is no problem, you can pack up and get ready to go.

  I will hand over the military training affairs of the two of you to Warlord Eitrigg, whose ability is recognized by both of you. "

After    finished speaking, Reid waved his hand, indicating that they could exit.

  The Great Chief ate a lot of steak today, and he planned to take a small nap.

   In the adjacent room, there are already the Warchief's ardent female orc "fans" waiting to discuss the future of the orthodox tribe with the chieftain.

   Watching the Saurfang brothers leave, Reid blinked and took out another letter from under the table.

   This was written specifically to him by Blake. It explained why the Saurfang brothers had to go to Silithus. Red opened the letter and smiled at it.

   At the end, he even slapped the table and let out a mad laugh like a ghost crying and wolf howling, as if he had seen the funniest joke.

"Ahahaha. It's really yours, Captain Vrykul shield girl and two old orcs. Hahaha. No, no, I can't stand it just thinking about this picture. I really want to see for myself that two old things are born. Lovely look hahahahaha. It's really simple and happy for Lezi people."

  The Great Chief with bad character laughed wildly and stood up, thinking about something very rude and walking into his bedroom, and thinking about a very strange question while being served by two pretty female orcs.

   What is the name of the child born of an orc and a vrykul?

   Vrykul Orcs?

   I heard that the magical herbs and breeding rituals of the shield girls have peculiar effects. After one night, they will definitely win the bid. In other words, the Saurfang family will import more.

   If it is better for a boy, he will be sent back to his father to be raised.

  Tsk tsk, when the time comes, you must name them yourself, ah ah ah, the famous warrior family of the orcs is going to develop and grow again, which is a beautiful thing.

   As expected of the captain.

   As expected of the dark wisdom, Reid once again served it.

   At the same time that the Great Chief was engaged in these crooked ways, in the Eastern Continent, in the Stratholme area of ​​the northern border, the Holy Land of the Holy Light Church, the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, a very important ceremony was also going on.

  Today's Holy Light's Hope Chapel was guarded by the paladins and priests on the three outer floors, and even the High Inquisitor Ethan Lien, who served as the bishop of Kul Tiras, rushed back here in person.

  The first five knights of the church were gathered together, and they each held weapons outside the deepest room of the chapel, and no one was allowed to approach.

  In the room behind them, the hot holy light condensed into a solid body is like the sun falling on the world, constantly radiating warmth and holiness.

   But an old man could also be heard moaning in pain, as if he was going through a punishment.

   "Fording! Can you really be sure of the safety of this ceremony?"

  The Great Knight Uther leaned on the silver hand warhammer, and looked worriedly at the closed door behind him, and even mysterious geometric patterns appeared on the wooden door due to the impact of energy overload.

   The power of condensing pure holy light is so amazing.

   Under the constant erosion, even this ordinary wooden door almost became a blessed "sacred object".

   Such a grand scene should have made the believers of the Holy Light cheer, but when the power of justice was lifted to a level beyond the imagination of mortals, even the most sincere believers felt worried.

   In the face of Uther's twenty-eighth question from the morning to the present, Old Fordring reluctantly answered again with the same words.

   The big knight, who still looked a little dusty, said in a deep voice:

   "I can't guarantee it is absolutely safe. When the draenei prophet handed me the knowledge of the light-forging ritual, he also told me personally that the light-forging ritual was risky.

  This ceremony is to strengthen the Light Walker in both body and mind. It requires those who accept the ceremony to have pure faith and a strong body, and not be tempted by the darkness generated in the ceremony.

   What's more important is that after entering the fantasy world called the "Forge of Eternal Life", you must accept the test from the Holy Light in it. "

   Fording looked at the closed door behind him and said:

   "I have no doubts about His Majesty's will. My only concern is His Majesty's body. He has been tortured a lot by the revitalized Holy Light. He may die because of weakness."

"Will not!"

   The youngest great knight, Turalyon, leaned on the great royal sword in his hand and said firmly:

   "For a sincere person like His Majesty, the fire of his will will be transformed into endless life to support him through this ceremony, and he will be reborn in the blessing of the Holy Light."

   "If this ritual works."

   High Knight Gavinrad, who has been guarding Marshal Lothar at the Northshire Abbey in the Kingdom of Stormwind, whispered:

   "Perhaps we can arrange one for Marshal Lothar as well."

   "Marshal Lothar is not a paladin."

  The silent Dassault sighed and said:

   "The Light may favor such a great man, but it is difficult to bestow his power upon him.

   Fording has gone through untold hardships to bring back the knowledge of Lightcasting. If His Majesty can confirm the gift of Holy Light, perhaps the Knights of the Silver Hand will also gain new power.

  The demons are about to move in Outland, and I feel the storm is coming. The arrival of this knowledge is not just a promise, but maybe a warning. "

   "Mograine is here!"

   Just as Uther was about to speak, he saw a well-built paladin striding into the chapel. Grand Duke Mograine had a serious face. He walked quickly and shouted to his companions:

   "I think you are crazy! How dare you let Your Majesty try this kind of power from unknown sources? Do you know that if something happens to Your Majesty, the Seven Nations will immediately riot.

quick!

  Open the door, we're going to end this ritual, and even if we're trying, let someone else do it for you, not."

   "This is what His Majesty asked himself, Mograine, calm down."

   Fording discouraged:

   "I wanted to try in place of His Majesty, but he stopped me. He was unwilling to put others at risk because of him. It was difficult for us to persuade him."

   "Ah, Holy Light."

   A painful shout came from the room behind him, and the six great knights became nervous at the same time. The crown's call was filled with intense pain, as if he himself would be melted.

"Step aside!"

   Grand Duke Mograine pushed Fording away in excitement, kicked the door in front of him, and smashed the wooden door stained with mysterious patterns.

   As a great noble paladin, Mograine understands the meaning of Alonthos Fao to human civilization better than his simple companions.

   He was very anxious, for fear that His Majesty would "play with fire and set himself on fire" this time.

   But at the moment when the great knight rushed into the room, an extremely bright, sacred and infinite beam of light bloomed head-on.

  The power of    was even at the moment when it erupted, covering the entire Holy Light's Hope Chapel, as well as the paladins and priests guarding around it, in the form of a curtain of light.

  The believers of the Holy Light who were shrouded in it seemed to hear a bright chant reverberating at this moment.

   They saw in the light a mysterious holy thing of flickering crystals.

  The glorious vision made these believers feel the warmth of their hearts being comforted by the holy light, and some fanatics even shed tears on the spot, kneeling to pray and repent of their sins.

   Nothing is more exciting than the absolute representative of the zealots, the High Inquisitor Ethan Lien who shouts all day long to burn the heretics to death.

   He stood in the burst of holy light, as if he had seen the most magnificent sight in his life.

   In just a moment, tears of excitement flowed down, the old pastor opened his arms and shouted the grace of the Holy Light in a heart-piercing voice.

   He knew that His Majesty's Lightcasting ceremony was a success.

He knows that from this moment, human civilization has gained a "Holy One", a living "Holy Spirit", who will walk on the earth and spread the light of righteous faith all over the world, illuminating those pagans and unbelievers Dark and sad heart.

   This is enlightenment!

   There is no doubt that this is the enlightenment of the Holy Light to this world!

   This is the best compliment from the Holy Light to its sincere believers!

  In the chapel, in front of the broken wooden door, the six paladins stared at the sight in front of them, everything in the room was burned by the blazing fire of holy light.

   Only in the tumbling golden flames stood the crown of Alonthos Fao, and the clothes of the crown were also burned, revealing a body as strong and muscular as a young man.

What's even more peculiar is that on his skin, the light tattoos inscribed by the elven arcanists of Nartharas Academy have now turned into the innate light holy pattern, and they are listed in the crown. above the body.

   With every breath he took, those holy patterns flashed on and off.

   There is no deviant style that any tattoo artist should have, but instead gives a sense of mystery and holiness from the heart. His Majesty maintained a half-kneeling posture, just like his movements every night when he prayed.

   A golden mist of light rose up around his body, and there was even a faint illusion of golden wings flapping.

   This is the Lightforge.

   A noble title that can only be obtained by the official voters of the Holy Light among the stars.

   "This is the will of the Holy Light."

  Her Majesty Fao said in a slightly weak tone in the burning golden flame:

   "I have sensed the letter that Black sent here, I have sensed the will of the Light, we must participate in the righteous battle against the fallen god!

  Uther, Fordring, Dathohan, Mograine, you must bring the holy relics and follow me to the desert of Silithus, where you will meet the fateful moment of this world.

  Turalyon and Gavinrad, go back to your posts. A dark storm will blow across Azeroth, and we cannot live up to what the Light expects of us. "

   "Follow your orders, Your Majesty!"

  The six great knights accepted the order at the same time, and after they left, Her Majesty, who had changed her clothes again, summoned Miss Partrice, who had performed well recently and had been promoted to a high-ranking priest.

   passed her a very strange order.

   "You're going with us to Silithus too, boy, but you're going to take that dark fiend that's been suppressed below Light's Hope Chapel."

   His Majesty leaned on the holy staff and told Parrès:

   "Don't tell anyone about this, and don't ask for more details about it. This is the promise of the Light, who has given us, through the hands of Templar Assassins and Pirate Prophets, weapons to defeat demons.

  We have to make good use of it, for those beautiful things that represent hope, we are not afraid to put our hands into the soil. "

   (end of this chapter)