Azeroth Trail of Light

Holy Light’s Hope Chapel.

This is not majestic, and unusually simple, but significant hall was built up to now, nearly a hundred years, here has not been stained with a trace of blood, but today, Renault's blood, it is the first time to stain this piece of red. Holy land.

"Where is Dick?"

Old Mograine asked, his voice was low and flat, and there was no sign of anger at all, but anyone who knew him knew that this was exactly how the old knight looked so angry.

"The Great Knight of Order has his own business, and I am his plenipotentiary representative!"

After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Liadrin has been helping Princess Kalia and Jaina to deal with government affairs. She is currently the upper-class figure of Theramore. After several months of experience, she is not only peaceful. , There is also an awe-inspiring aura, although it is still not better than the old knight's accumulated prestige for many years, but at least it can barely contend.

"The Knight of Order? What's that called?"

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the old knight did not immediately explode, but continued to ask. Obviously, the title of the Great Knight of Order had never appeared in the Knights of the Silver Hand.

This time, it was not Liadrin who answered, but Dalyan, who has been cold like a piece of ice since returning to northern Xinjiang.

"The Great Knight of Order is the leader of the Silver Dawn, and the eight titled knights under his command are the commanders. Mr. Erigore is the justice knight, Miss Liadrin is the mercy knight, and the Herod commander is the heroic knight. By the way, I Father, the Silver Dawn is a knight order ordered by Princess Kalia of Theramore, so we are not the "jumping clown" in your mouth!"

Dalyan glanced over his father, fell silent for a moment, and continued.

"Actually, the Silver Dawn that swore allegiance to the princess Kalia and Theramore is more orthodox than the Silver Hand! You have not sworn allegiance to the princess until now, do you?"

"Absurd! The Silver Hand will always end in the Menethil royal family."

The old Mograine snorted noncommitantly, his eyes turned to Dalyan like a lion, with a trace of sarcasm and a trace of imperceptible regret on his face.

"What about you? My boy, what the **** are you?"

"Officially introduce, the Baron Theramore, the warrior of the slayer, the front of Mount Hyjal, the defender of the world tree, the silver dawn glory knight Dalyan Mograine greets you, Grand Knight Mograine!"

These words landed, and the first person who jumped out to question was not the old Mograine, but the grumpy General Abidis. This old general is almost 50 years old, but his temper has always been difficult to control, especially It was when Dalyan treated his brother like this, that uncontrollable anger drove him to explode on the spot.

"Asshole! Traitor! Joker! Liar!"

"You cowards, those civilians are enough! You dare to come here to bluff, Kalimdor? Humph, I really doubt if you got there! Also the battle of slaughter! Pooh!"

"bass!"

The curse of the old General Abidis stopped abruptly, because a knife wheel had reached his neck, just a light push forward, and the old head would leave the body. Even the old Mograine couldn't help holding the long sword Ashbringer behind him, because in front of him, the guy with the iron owl-like helmet, the green cloak and green armor studded with blades appeared too weird. !

Everyone present can swear that this guy jumped out of the shadow of General Abidis!

"You insult each other, I have no opinion, but please don't question Kaldorei's judgment. The First Expeditionary Army lost one-third of its warriors in Mount Hyjal. Their names will always be in the history of Kaldorei. Insulting these warriors is equivalent to insulting the entire Kaldorei!"

Melin was very upset, and a voice with a clear killing intent spread throughout the hall, but unfortunately, except for the members of the First Expeditionary Army who spent a long time with the elves, that is, the members of the Silver Dawn, everything here People, only so few knowledgeable guys can understand complex Salas.

But these few people were enough. Archmage Duan stopped the crowd withdrawing their weapons, leaned on the staff, walked to Mai Lin, bent over to salute, and opened his mouth to spit out a not-fluent Salas, although Stumbled, but communication is no longer a problem.

"Dear Madam, I apologize to you on behalf of my companion. It is too far away from Kalimdor. It is difficult for us to imagine things tens of thousands of miles away. I personally want to believe in Kadorei’s credibility, so I invite you Put down your weapons, this will cause the conflict to escalate!"

Mai Lin was silent for a moment, put away the hideous knife wheel, and shook her head.

"Humans always like to speculate about the truth they haven't seen! Don't question Mount Hyjal in front of us, it is a sacred war!"

Mai Lin turned around and disappeared in Duan's shadow, and the scene resumed the confrontation just now, but with the fascinating "assassination performance" of the Watcher, there was no such stunned youth who jumped out to block it, holy. Knights are indeed stubborn sometimes, but this does not mean that they are a group of fools. Seeing this mystery, it seems that some sort of secret force’s elf assassins stand up to guarantee the Silver Dawn. No one can say anything to doubt. Up.

After all, the extraordinary aura of the Paladins cannot be faked.

"Okay, my son, you finally did not live up to the blood in your body!"

The old knight closed his eyes, and Fuer opened it again. It seemed dull, but the trembling hands hidden under the table showed the old knight's excitement. Although the old knight had been guilty, it did not mean the connection between the father and the son. So cut off.

In fact, Dick even faintly guessed that old Mograine's impulsive behavior at the time was that these great nobles had an idea of ​​"not putting all their eggs in one basket." That's what the old knights did. made.

But apart from Alessandro himself, no one really knows his thoughts at the time.

After a few minutes of silence, when the atmosphere became weird, Liadrin cleared her throat and spoke again.

"Regarding the formation of the Scarlet Crusade by the Silver Hand, the Order of the Knights opposes! If you insist on going your own way, we have the right to separate Stratholme from your rule! And the 1,500 recruits among them, these will belong to Lordin. The legal heir of the Kingdom of Lun, the lord of Theramore, Princess Kalia!"

"..."

The scene was stagnant again. Everyone present turned their eyes to Alessandro and several other elders. The chief prosecutor Ethan Lien's face was gloomy, and the upright old man said,

"What if we disagree!"

This time the answer was Erigore, the high-ranking knight born in the hand of silver was also very sad about the current situation, but he himself was of civilian origin, and he did not think of the old Mograine's set of "aristocratic ideas". A cold, coupled with having been with Dick for so long, those who are close to Zhu are red and black are black, naturally they will not have much support for the actions of the old Mograine, and Erigore has enough wisdom to distinguish bleeding. What kind of influence will the establishment of the Color Crusade have on the Silver Hand!

The dangerous thinking that is only offensive, if not restrained, will soon turn into a certain purifying fanaticism!

What's more terrible is that this will split a fissure of faith within the Silver Hand! The final result can only be a split in form and various meanings! Although there are many understandings of the doctrine of the Holy Light, this is the first time for this kind of split in the true sense!

Yes, Dick specifically discussed this matter with him before he left, and Erigore was deeply impressed!

So his voice became hardened.

"Although it is regrettable, if the command of the Silver Hand insists on going its own way, then we can only think that this is an act of splitting the sacred Silver Hand. The Knights of the Silver Hand are under the jurisdiction of the Menethil Royal Family. Circumstances, Menethil’s only blood, and the only Princess Kalia who is eligible to inherit the throne, will declare the Scarlet Crusade an illegal organization!"

"So, your response is war?"

General Abidis touched the slight blood stain on his neck. He looked at Erigore seriously and asked,

"Do you know what this means?"

"war!"

Tall and sturdy, Herod said in a low voice without a word from the moment he entered the door,

"War of Faith! The cruelest war! You will face a joint attack from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Dalaran, Theramore, and Kaldorei! We will not trust the fate of Northern Xinjiang in the hands of a group of lunatics Come on, I heard that you even advocate rejecting civilian paladins? Are you planning to arm civilians into the battlefield? This is crazy! If you don't have enough means to deal with the undead, then let us come!"

This murderous remark made the scene become silent again.

Especially when faced with three hundred paladins wearing keel and steel armor and imposing momentum, and I don’t know how many watchmen hidden in the shadows, this threat is even more unforgettable. Some pessimistic people have quietly grasped. Lived on the hilt.

Only a fool would believe that this group of lunatics who came back from Kalimdor were confronting the Silver Hand. They brought 300 people. If they launched an attack, besides the old Mograine and a few other heroes, others would be there. People have no hope of surviving!

These lunatics! They simply came with the determination to burn the jade and the stone!

The old Mograine couldn't help holding the hilt behind his sword. In his decades-long war career, when was he threatened like this? The old paladin’s tone was harsh,

"From the establishment of the Silver Hand, until now, we have never been threatened like this! I want to see what gives you such arrogant courage!"

Liadrin took a deep breath and raised her left hand high, like a signal.

"In that case, then... Regretfully, the war has begun!"

"boom!"

In the next second, with a loud noise, the entire roof of the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel was lifted up. The eight heads flapped the wings, and the body was turning from the imaginary to the real, obscuring the sky and the sun. In the sky above everyone's heads, at this moment, some female paladins could not help their legs weakened and knelt on the ground. The whole town of Light’s Hope was screaming and crying one after another, accompanied by flapping wings. The sound of the wind has passed into everyone's ears.

That is... the dragon!

The dragon that only exists in human myths and legends!

At this moment, the behemoth that the eight-headed Buddha had walked out of ancient times had already appeared above the Holy Light's Wish Chapel.

The face of the old knight was so gloomy to the extreme. Although he was not afraid of these newly grown young dragons, he saw the meaning behind these young dragons, plus the 300 Paladins holding weapons in front of him. The pressure made him gritted his teeth.

"Do you really think that if you invite a dragon, you can dominate everything? The Silver Hand, never afraid of war..."

"You are crazy!!"

Dalyan, who couldn't stand it anymore, threw a word and turned and walked out of the hall. Whitemane, the most beloved adopted daughter of Alessandro, was forcibly taken out of the hall by his arm.

"Sister, he is crazy! Come with me, let's go to Theramore, this is already occupied by lunatics."

"No! I can't leave my father. Your departure has broken my father's heart... Dalyan, how did you become like this! Did Dick do it? Isn't it the devil who deceived you, right? Dalyan, Please, come back!"

Whitemane tugged Dalyan’s arm, tears ran across her face, and Dalyan’s indifferent face moved slightly. He sighed and reached out and stroked Whiteman’s head.

"My sister, do you really think we are here to deal with the father... to deal with the Grand Knight of Mograine? You are wrong, the problem inside the Silver Hand is bigger than you think, just stand here and take a look. Right, Order Knight, he is the one who really cares about the Silver Hand and the fate of Northern Xinjiang. The Grand Knight Mograine was bewitched by the darkness, but he himself didn't know what crazy things he was doing."

The dragon was on alert in the sky, and the watchmen appeared from the shadows, faintly surrounding the old Mograine. At the same moment, in the camp of the Silver Dawn, a small mage also walked out, this is a dwarf, But at the moment he appeared, the old mage Du An's face changed. He smelled the magical change in the air and yelled,

"Leave this sacred land! Evil warlock! This is not where you should be!"

"Enough! Master Duan!"

Liadrin’s voice sounded again, "There is corrosion inside the Silver Hand, and you are being dragged into the abyss by some evil force! We are here for this. Master Wilfred is a real good hand against demons. Stand Watch it on the side, you will always remember today! This will be the day when the Silver Hand will be completely ashamed!"

(This chapter has been changed and changed, and I feel that it is a bit unsatisfactory. It may be a problem of status. But I still have to explain that yesterday is really not out of context, I can swear~~~ It was really unintentional.)