Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 453 6. This is a fragrant limited edition wood! It's out of print! Know what I mean?

   "Quick, quick, keep up! Everyone bring kerosene and torches! Don't fall behind and don't run around."

   In the afternoon of the second day, the old sheriff of Amberpine Town was riding a horse, leading all the men in the town to the Gray Hill.

   He was fully armed, with a shotgun behind his back and a warhammer in his saddle, and he would turn his head and shout a few times from time to time, lest the unlucky ones get lost in the forest with the big army.

  These assembled farmers and hunters whispered and complained.

   But they dared not scold them out loud.

   Because it wasn't just them who were temporarily summoned.

  The Gilneas from Silverbrook Town and Blue Sky Logging Field were also called up, and all the troops stationed in the colony by Lordaeron and Gilneas were dispatched.

  The cavalry went back and forth in the forest, looking for more people to help.

   These farmers also escorted all the wagons in the town, which were filled with kerosene and collected firewood.

   They didn't know what happened to the generally peaceful Grizzly Hills, and they didn't dare to ask, so they could only follow the sheriff.

   Walking along, some sharp-eyed hunters found a strange "companion".

   "It's a bear man! Angerclaw bear man over the snow mountain!"

   They exclaimed, which attracted some less-experienced farmers to stand up from the carriage and look not far away. Sure enough, it was a bear, and the white bear and the gray bear were also lining up to go to the gray hill.

   Behind each of them were dragging bales of wood, and there were bearmen leading moose-like llamas, laden with straw for fire.

   Those bears remained silent.

   They also saw humans, but they didn’t take the initiative to come forward to contact them, but the destination of their journey was the same, and they were both under the huge and surprisingly large stump of the gray hill.

   After ten minutes, the humans of Pinewood Town arrived here, the army had already made a small camp here, and then they got a strange order.

   "Children of the Light! Place all the firewood and kerosene that you have brought around Voldrassil, and do not rush into that great tree, where there are terrible evils.

  Today we will burn the remains of this evil **** to bring peace to Grizzly Hills. "

  An old priest wearing a robe of the Church of the Holy Light was leaning on a staff and talking to a group of farmers. In the colony, priests of the Holy Light were not uncommon, and they were an important pillar of faith in the colony.

   But high-level priests like this old priest are rarely seen in places far from their homeland.

  The Holy Light is above, look at the holy emblem on his chest, this is a bishop!

   A group of loyal believers of the Holy Light immediately rushed up, asking for the bishop's blessing. The old priest looked serious and promised that after dedicating to the Holy Light, he would go to Pinewood Town to hold a grand holy water baptism.

   Only then can this group of sturdy and barbaric colonial men be appeased.

  Under the bishop's command, a group of farmers and hunters no longer complained. They happily carried the firewood and went down to the huge tree stump, and then drizzled the kerosene.

   Strangely enough, those bears who don't believe in the Light are doing the same thing.

   And some attentive people also noticed the serious expressions of the staggering number of Holy Light priests in the camp, as well as the vigilance of those army commanders who were approaching the enemy.

   It reminds me of the "remains of the evil god" that the old priest said before.

  Hi, this thing seems to have suddenly become weird, it really makes people dare not think about it.

   These smart people exchanged glances with each other, and they moved quickly. They just wanted to go home after finishing the work. It is best to recite the scriptures for a while tonight and pray for the blessing of the Holy Light.

   I just don’t know how to quickly buy a ferry ticket back to the East Continent. Is it too late?

   But the truth is far beyond what these mortals think.

   Three hours ago, the respected bishop of the Northland Colony, who was teleported from the Borean Tundra just three hours ago, is not qualified to set foot on Voldasil, and can only preside over the preparations for the "purification ceremony" on the periphery.

   In the huge hollow tree trunk of Voldrassil at this time, the traces of the battle of Greymaw Fort last night are still there, and the corpses of fallen bearmen are hung around the spiral tree ring.

   On the ground there is also a large sea of ​​corpses and blood, and a third of the surface is frozen and hundreds of fallen bearmen are frozen in it.

  In the upper level of the tree ring, close to the outside, where the air is still fresh, Blake was talking to the great knight Da Suohan who rushed from the headquarters of the Holy Light Church in the Eastern Continent.

   "It is impossible to completely burn Voldasil.

  4,000 years, coupled with the natural magic of this tree, its bark is nearly ten meters thick, and has become a substance similar to stone.

   Don't say flames, you pull a dwarf artillery, and don't even try to destroy it. "

  The pirate leaned against a bear man's hut, stretched out his hand and stroked the head of the little murloc who pretended to be a well-behaved murloc on his shoulder, while leaning on the warhammer in front of him, looking down at the silent great knight of Greythroat Castle, he said:

   "The best way now is to use a fire to clean up the existing corrupted power here.

  The flame will purify everything, not just talking about it. Although the flames born in nature have no magic power, it is absolutely enough to burn the weak and dark things.

   After the Void remains in this place are cleared, if you are free, you can send some high-level priests to help the local bears dig into the ground inch by inch.

   As long as the dead roots of Voldrassil can be pulled out and burned, the city of the bearmen will be free from the infestation of the void forever. "

   "Well, I will pass on your suggestion to His Holiness the Pope."

   Da Suohan is still the sullen gourd, his speech is short and powerful, he glanced at the Greythroat Castle below, and said:

"You just said that this Nightmare Tree was planted by the Druids? Aren't those Druids responsible for such a big incident here? Thousands of bearmen were polluted, and once they broke out of Greymaw Castle, Local humans are finished.

  If it wasn't for you here to stop all this, I can't imagine the consequences of the disaster. "

   "It's not as serious as you think."

  Black flicked his fingers and said:

   "The local Rageclaw tribe will not allow the fallen bearmen to kill, and my participation is just a coincidence. As for you saying that the Druids are not responsible.

  Speaking carefully about this pot, it can’t be thrown over their heads.

The   Druids cast natural magic on Voldrassil and ensured the peace here for 4,500 years. They have done their best to make up for it.

   That tree sprouted and grew more than ten years ago, something no one could have expected. "

   "Well, that's right."

  Da Suohan nodded, and he asked again:

   "Can bears communicate?"

   "Yes, but I think what you want to ask should be whether the bear man can believe in the Holy Light?"

The    pirate glanced at the missionary-addicted grand knight and said:

   "People believe in Ursoc and Ursol, let's not talk about Ursoc, Ursol is still sleeping in the Emerald Dream.

  The Wilderness Demigod is at the same level as Naaru in the power tier. Well, you don’t need to know what Naaru is. In short, I don’t think your mission will be successful.

   But give it a try, maybe you will be pleasantly surprised? Bearman Rampage Paladin, using beasts, naturally fighting against the power of the Holy Light, sounds exciting.

   Also, can’t the Pope really come to Grizzly Hills? "

   "The situation in northern Xinjiang has been a little tricky recently."

   Dasuohan shook his head and said:

   "The Pope needs to be there, he can't just leave.

   Also, I know everything about the Void is a priority, but next time try not to deliver the message at midnight, the Pope is old after all, and he needs to take care of his body.

   The message you sent last night kept the Pope up all night.

   In addition, the next time the messenger is sent to be low-key, a blue dragon shouting 'Cthulhu is coming' suddenly appears in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, which will scare many people, and confidentiality is also a big trouble. "

   Black shrugged.

  Looking at his appearance, he obviously did not intend to change his style, which made the great knight helpless for a while, and then he asked:

   "You must invite the Pope over, is there something important?"

   "Well, something very important."

  Black glanced at the square stone warhammer in Dassault's hand, and said:

   "But it's okay to have this thing. Using your holy light power to drive a holy artifact should be barely enough to complete the purification ritual for a demigod.

  Yes, you heard that right.

   I came to you to purify a demigod.

   is the **** of the bears, Ursoc.

   It was resurrected the wrong way by these fallen werebears, and now it has been corrupted by the torment of the void, and if we don't hurry up, when Ursoc completely falls into the void, the whole of Northrend will be ruined.

   Although it does not have the earth authority of Deathwing, it cannot cause world-level events, but what a crazy demigod can do is far beyond your imagination.

   Once it burst into the cage of the ancient gods and destroyed the overwhelmed defenses there, woohoo, the crisis of extinction is at the next moment. "

   "Why didn't you make it clear earlier!"

  Da Suohan is stupid.

   After hearing this, he immediately reprimanded:

   "For such a big event, it's no wonder that you have to ask the Pope to come out and let your erratic blue dragon open the door. I'll go back to the Eastern Continent and invite the Pope to bring all the great knights and high-ranking priests over."

   "Don't worry, things aren't that bad."

   Blake grabbed Dathohan's gauntlet, and said:

   "You alone are enough, trust me. There is something wrong with Ursoc's resurrection, its current strength is far less than a demigod, and I don't even need you to fight.

   I just need you to hold the silver hand and purify its void-contaminated corpse after I finish the battle. Okay, the situation is urgent, let's quickly direct those priests to do things.

   Burn this place early.

  I am waiting for you in Ursoc's Lair, north of Grizzly Hills, on the border with Zuldrak.

   Come alone, don't bring anyone else.

There is only one    artifact, but it can’t protect too many people. This kind of thing has always been more troublesome when there are more people. "

After   , the figure of the pirate disappeared in front of the paladin.

   The face of the great knight under the battle helmet raised an eyebrow.

  This pirate's stealth technique has become more and more sophisticated. He was hidden in the shadows when he met before, but he could still perceive it, but now he can't perceive any waves at all.

The    aura was completely obscured, as if it had been wiped out from the material world. In terms of shadowing skills alone, it was even more powerful than the master assassins the Great Knight had seen.

   He shook his head and didn't think about it. Looking down from this height, the tragic scene in Greymaw Fort made the great knight who had fought his whole life stunned for a while.

   There are at least a few thousand fallen bearmen here. Although some of them collapsed after the Nightmare Tree was burned down and fled in the dark, the number of bearmen who died here is also an exaggerated number.

   Their stench of blood almost turned the entire Greythroat Castle into a hell.

   These are the scenes that Black made last night. Although there is a blue dragon helping him, and there are suspected alien warriors and demons involved, the number of people will definitely not exceed ten.

   "How far has his power grown now? Legendary? Not quite like it. But to have such combat power before reaching the legend, Black Shaw's future is limitless.

   even makes people dare not think about it.

   Fortunately, he is still on the side of the Holy Light. "

With this thought in mind, the great knight carried the holy warhammer in his hand on his shoulders, and he took a step forward in heavy armor, just like jumping into a pit, and jumped towards a height of several hundred meters below. go down.

   He kept accelerating in the air.

   The blue cloak behind him rattled in the wind, like a falling meteorite.

   As the violent ground got closer and closer, the Great Knight's observation of the tragic battlefield below became clearer. When he was only a dozen meters away from the ground, Da Suohan was surrounded by a dazzling golden holy light.

  The power from faith was applied outside his body, forming an eggshell-like divine protection.

"boom"

   Da Suohan landed safely, and the powerful impact left a large fragment on the ground. His body shrunk down, and then he took off his strength and straightened again.

   That impact shattered the blue ice wall that remained here, and also shattered those bearmen like ice sculptures.

   He stood alone in this dark place, striding forward in the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses, following the guidance of the Holy Light, and came to the front of a large mass of ashes.

   The great knight was half-kneeling there, stretched out the gauntlet with holy light, and pushed the ashes away.

  This should be the place where the Nightmare Tree exists. Blake said that the tree was burned to ashes, but the Great Knight didn’t think so. The amount of ashes here is obviously insufficient.

   It should be the pirates who took away the branches of the Nightmare Tree.

   But the Great Knight didn't bother too much about this issue.

   He scattered the ashes in his hands, stood up, and in this darkness, sprinkled a golden flame on the fallen corpse under his feet. Like a pyromaniac, he burns and purifies the remains of those tragic creatures that exude a depraved breath and hideous faces.

   "Poor alien, may the Holy Light bless your souls."

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   On the way to Ursoc's lair, Little Star, riding a moose, complained loudly to Black:

   "I'm a noble blue dragon and a lady, next time you ask me to help you carry wood, I'll be really angry! I flew back and forth all night, I've had enough!

   Let your rotten wood die. "

   "That's not some rotten wood, it's the essence of the tree of the sky, it's really hard for the fallen bearmen to hide so much, but there's no more to be found in this world.

  It is out of print, do you understand?

   Out of print things are the most expensive. "

  The pirate waved his hand, played with a blackened slender wooden stick in his hand, and said:

   "The Nagfar will definitely be satisfied, and even give some to the other two ships, everyone will be satisfied. You will also be satisfied, you will only complain about this **** little star.

  I promise, as long as you finish this order, you will also be satisfied. "

   (end of this chapter)