Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 605 158. Trial of Courage opens, 1=24, come from all walks of life! Blackface Warlock be conscious!

   (Added update for Mengzu Lingxue Brothers [13/30])

  The walls of Lordaeron, separated from Dalaran by a lake, where kings and their warriors were looking at the terrifying situation on the other side of the lake.

   It is very dangerous to watch the fun here. Just now, no less than ten hapless people were caught in the thunderstorm splashed by the roarer incarnation because they were too close.

   The scene in front of him has surpassed everyone's imagination, it's almost like the story of the myth has been repeated in the present world.

  In the past, seeing a dragon on the Eastern Continent was enough to excite spellcasters for a long time, but now the melee of dragons over Dalaran is numbing.

  Any rare thing doesn't seem to deserve praise when it becomes abundant.

   But compared to those nobles who hid behind to watch the excitement and exclaimed from time to time, there were always some people who understood the meaning of this scene better.

   "Are we really going to support Dalaran? I mean, there are at least four demigods out there now, and a bunch of demons trying to summon their leader who nearly destroyed the world.

   There are thousands of demons, there are dragons, and there are Deathwing!

  Don't go, Dalene. "

   Mrs. Jinjian felt terrified, she firmly grasped the wrist of Dai Lin who had just returned from chasing the orcs outside the city, she said in a low and dejected tone:

   "That's not a battle we can take part in, it's a field that no ordinary person can get involved in."

   Dai Lin didn't answer.

   He just stared at the scene of the 100-meter-high element giant fighting against Deathwing with the assistance of the two-headed dragon king in the distance. This scene is hot enough to make every militant heart beat.

   But power wasn't the only thing that attracted Dalene's attention.

   Admiral will stare at the face of the elemental giant.

The    was so far apart that it was difficult to see even with binoculars, but the outline of the stinky pirate's cheeks, shaped by the flowing water, made Dai Lin start to worry about gains and losses rarely in her heart.

   The terrible and arrogant conjecture in his heart seemed to be confirmed.

   This made Dai Lin clench her fists.

   His breathing became rapid.

   "We must go to support!"

   He said to Lady Golden Sword:

   "Our daughter is still in that city, she must be helpless now."

   "My Fina."

   Mrs. Jinjian covered her mouth. Tears were oozing from her eyes. She said:

   "She shouldn't have come. She should have stayed home safely. I spoiled her."

   "Don't worry, I will rescue her."

  Dai Lin hugged her lover, her eyes narrowed, still locked on the outline of the huge element's face, his tone was firm, which made Mrs. Jinjian feel the warmth of being able to rely on.

   But she is a powerful mage after all, which will concern her daughter's safety. After a short preparation, she let go of Dai Lin's hand and began to prepare a portal to Dalaran.

   Several of Daelin's great knights and the three high-level tide sages who came with him also began to prepare weapon scrolls, and these loyal servants wanted to follow their king to the **** city in front of him.

   "You're not really going there, are you?"

The preparations here attracted the attention of Jean Greymane, who was holding the child next to him. The King of Gilneas held his son while using his unfamiliar dragon knowledge to introduce his son to the giant flying in the sky. The types of dragons and their names, while whispering to the solemn Daelin:

   "Listen to your wife, that place is very dangerous now, and you may not be able to come back if you go there. I don't want to go across the ocean to Kul Tiras for a while to attend your funeral.

   Guess what they will write on your epitaph?

   A reckless man who is more like a warrior than a king? "

   "If it was your daughter in that city, would you go?"

   Dai Lin asked coldly.

  Gene looked blankly at the cold-faced, angry little mage Jaina behind Dai Lin, he said:

   "Your daughter is not behind you. Ah, I understand, yes, you, Dai Lin, not only let the elves dedicate themselves to you as a lover, but also let such a beautiful woman give birth to a child for you.

  Why didn't I see you being so romantic before? Sure enough, the sailors on the sea are a group of unscrupulous, unable to control the lower body, right? "

   "If you have time to speak sarcastically here, why don't you hurry back to your backcountry."

  Daelin was a little irritated by Jean's sarcasm, and he retorted:

   "Deathwing went crazy and destroyed most of the Silverpine Forest just now. The refugee problem on the northern border of Gilneas is a headache for you."

   "Am I going to leave now?"

  Jean put Prince Liam in his arms on the ground, he patted the dust on his body, and glanced at the portal leading to the Royal City of Gilneas that the Gilneas Royal Mages were opening behind him.

   Before leaving with his queen, Jean hesitated for a moment, took two Gilnean-style firearms from the knights beside him, and handed them to Daelin.

   These two guns are absolute Seiko.

   They are both gorgeous and practical. Under the large-caliber muzzle, a sharp short-blade bayonet is also fixed. When necessary, these two guns can be used as gun blades.

   At the handle of the fire gun, there is also the personal seal of the Greymane family, which represents the beloved thing of King Jean.

   In the melee with the orcs just now, Jean and his Queen Mia killed at least six greenskins with these two guns.

   "Take it, Dalene."

  Gene bumped Dalene's shoulder and whispered:

   "Don't tell other people that I gave them to you, I didn't prepare a 'gift' for them. If you can come back from that **** **** city alive, remember to pay it back later.

   This was my birthday present from the dwarf king Magni and the dwarf great artisan Mekkatorque two years ago during the war. I killed at least two Orc Warlords with it. "

   "Only two?"

  Dai Lin grinned, took two firearms, looked at them over and over, put them in her waist again, and said:

   "Then you are blessed with these two guns. Watch me take them there and give them a real 'open meat'. Thank you, Gene, although you are a coward, I don't hate you anymore."

   "It's better to be a coward than a warrior to die."

  Gene didn't agree.

  He served in the army on the border of Lordaeron incognito together with Daelin when he was young. Although these two middle-aged people always liked to make jokes and jokes when they were together, they were indeed friends.

   Of course, this is in the absence of national interests.

   "Good luck and be careful."

  Gene finally said something, at the urging of Queen Mia, he took his son's hand and walked towards the portal under the **** of Gilneas guards.

   As he walked, little prince Liam was still asking his father questions:

   "Dad, who is more powerful between you and Uncle Dai Lin? Brother Alsace said that Uncle Dai Lin is more powerful."

   "Don't listen to that stupid kid, if I get better, what will happen to stupid Dai Lin. When I was young, I beat him up."

   Jean replied.

  The figures of him and his son disappeared into the portal.

   On the other side, the exhausted Pope was also standing on the city wall. Leaning on his holy staff, he watched the afterglow of Dalaran.

   And the death battle of the dragon kings is full of the momentum of the extinction of all things.

  If he were a less staunch believer, seeing this supernatural scene in front of him would be enough to break his faith.

   After all, the holy light he believed in was almost meaningless in this situation.

   "Your Majesty, the Green Dragon Legion has just sent messengers to rescue the innocent civilians in the city, but the border of Lake Lordamere has been completely shattered, and the Silverpine Forest is full of earthquakes. They need our assistance and guidance."

  The great knight Uther hurried up the city wall and whispered to the Pope:

   “We must find a safe shelter.”

   "Can't Lordaeron City?"

   His Majesty asked softly.

  The Great Knight hesitated, his voice was lighter and said:

   "King Terenas is in the city to rescue his people, the city was badly damaged in the previous chaos, and we can't be sure if the battle of the three-headed dragon will affect it.

   I mean, we should probably send the innocent farther. "

   "It's here! We don't have to waste so much time, we must ask the dragons to rescue more people as soon as possible."

   His Holiness the Pope clenched his fingers and said in a deep voice:

"I will hold up the Light, protect my people, and no one can hurt them again until I fall. You all go! All go to Dalaran, take the Silver Hand, and save all the people in that city. come out."

   "Your Majesty! Your body is already"

  Uther still wanted to persuade, but when he saw Fao's firm eyes, he knew that he could not persuade this old man who was getting older and more stubborn.

   "The Paladins! Assemble!"

  Uther turned around and shouted loudly at the holy knights of the Church of the Holy Light below the city wall. Soon, the knights and priests who had just hunted down the orcs and were still exhausted gathered on the city wall.

   All the great knights who can fight at present are here, and no one chooses to back down.

   "Mrs. Golden Sword, please open the portal wider."

   The great knight shouted to Daelin with his silver hand.

  Ms. Jinjian nodded, and with the help of the two elf mages around her, she expanded the portal that she had already unfolded by two circles, enough for the Paladins to line up to enter.

   Just as these two groups of people were about to set off, there was a sudden commotion below the city wall.

Uther looked back and found that surrounded by a group of people, Anduin Lothar in a soldier's cloak was striding up the city wall, and beside him were Varian Wrynn, Muradin and Falcon. Stad, and the great knight Bolvar Fordragon of Stormwind.

   All of these people, except Varian, were injured, and the orc chiefs who disappeared in the Silverpine Forest were really hard to mess with.

   "Marshal, you should go to rest."

  The tall Paladin Alexandros Mograine said in a deep voice:

   "I know you're worried about the people, but now that you're the wounded, don't."

   "Don't come to make trouble?"

  Lothar shook his head. He looked around and found that many people were looking at him, including some soldiers from Lordaeron, and some veterans who came to guard the city walls spontaneously.

   He thought about it, and said aloud:

   "I'm going to Dalaran with you, don't be too quick to object, just listen to me."

He stretched out his hand, and Varian removed the Emperor's Sword from his back and handed it to Lothar. Lothar, who was pale because of the poison of the orcs, could still feel the surges in his body. pain of.

  He endured the pain and lifted the Stromka in his hand high.

   He shouted to everyone around him:

   "I don't think you have forgotten that a year ago, during the decisive battle in the Burning Steppe, the Warriors' Gate opened in the sky, and the golden Valkyries who flew into the Hall of Valor with their heroic soldiers.

  Many people are discussing the meaning of those things, why they appeared, but mysteriously disappeared, why I still want to go back here knowing that the northern border is dangerous.

  Do I really want to be emperor?

   I think you are all thinking about this, and you have the answer in your heart. But today I'm telling you, no! I didn't come back to Northern Xinjiang to be the emperor.

   I do not carry this sword with me to tell others about my glorious family heritage.

  This sword is a key, everyone.

  It symbolizes the future of human civilization, the supreme power that we can touch as human beings and the final return of our souls.

  I will show it to you.

   I had intended to announce my mission in a more formal setting, but what could be more courageous than stepping into the battlefield in front of me?

  Demons, dragons and evil, without our permission, are waging their wars on our land, trampling on our country and our dignity, and treating our people as ants that can be killed at any time!

   They question our courage to defend our fellow men, they laugh at the sword we wield at them, they think we are weak, they think we are not worth mentioning.

   But they are wrong.

   They will soon witness the wrath of mankind, and they will taste our wrath! "

  Lothar paused, his arm had just been bandaged, but then he stubbornly raised his hand, rubbed his fingers over the blade, dripped blood on the blade, and raised the Emperor's Sword aloft.

   he shouted to the sky in Old Vrykul:

   "I! Anduin Lothar! The direct descendant of Thoradin the Great! The one who holds the Stromka!

   I pray that the gate of Valhalla will be opened to my people from now on. I pray that all those who fight for justice will enter the warrior's heaven after death.

   I ask Odin, Lord of Valhalla and War, to witness the vengeance and glory of mankind.

   I hereby beg to begin the trial of human courage!

  We will prove that we will never give in, whether it is facing trolls, dragons, or demons, we will win glory for the living and revenge for the dead under the witness of our ancestors! "

   "Om"

   In the echo of Lothar's call, the haze above the sky opened.

The Rainbow Bridge, which appeared once in the decisive battle of the Burning Steppes, reappeared, and in the echoes of the ancient Galar horn, Odin, sitting above the clouds, took a posture of admiring the war on his golden throne. .

   In the hall below him, countless heroic warriors were looking at the battlefield, and some of the small heroic spirits were especially excited. They were all human beings who were selected to enter the Hall of Valor in the decisive battle in the Burning Plain.

  The huge golden giant, Odin, the king of war, will support his chin with his left hand and say with great interest:

   "The burning earth, the ravages of demons, the decisive battle between the fallen dragon and the guardian dragon, what a battlefield, it will make the warriors go forward with joy, and the cowards will retreat in fear.

  The battlefield is the real place of redemption, weak humans, let me see your courage.

   I declare.

   Trial of Human Courage, Begin! "

   (end of this chapter)