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It seems like it was destined to be.

When human Paladin embraced Holy Light for the first time in Stormwind, Death Knight, who represented the backbone of Death Force, also appeared on the same battlefield.

The Paladin who stood firm on the city wall formed a quite sharp contrast with the dead people arrayed in the dark wind outside the city. It was like the warm power of gold fighting against the chill that froze the soul. This scene made Chromie, who was hiding on the spire of the city wall, widen his eyes, and he started writing furiously on the giant book suspended beside him with great excitement.

As a Bronze Dragons, she can see things beyond what mortal eyes can see, those more vague but real meanings and concepts.

"Holy Light and Death Force officially entered this world today! Azeroth originally had order and void intertwined, but the silent development trajectory of life has been intervened. Fel is watching covetously from the outside, but there is no doubt that Six Forces's dependents have each appeared!

An era of strife is about to begin, and I, Krodom, am the One recorder and witness of these "things that never happened."

Chromie was mumbling something, his face was excited and excited, like a restless little dwarf.

The weak-looking Tarecgosa beside her found it difficult to understand the excitement of Chromie. Her eyes were full of sadness and despair at this time. What was sad was that as a powerful dragon, she could only live here without the face to see others.

The desperate thing is that if you are unlucky, you may really perish in this mortal war.

When she followed Chromie just now, she unexpectedly saw those K'ure Alliance and Ogres setting up a fire to barbecue "dragon meat" under the city wall. The ingredients were the magic dragons that had been hacked to death by majors General Lirath and Windsor.

Those heartless Ogres enthusiastically invited the surrounding human soldiers to try this delicious food.

Unfortunately, humans don't have Ogres's outrageous steel stomach that can even digest stones. They can't taste this delicious barbecue full of Fel and toxins. They can only wait beside it, waiting for Ogres, who has a satisfied look on his face, to pick out the dragon meat and collect the precious dragon bones.

Of course not to make soup or feed the dog.

Stormwind Royal Grand Magus Andomas and the new royal "consecration" Archmage Alex will use these dragon bones to make protective gear, weapons and magic accessories as rewards for the warriors.

Tarecgosa witnessed the whole scene.

She pessimistically believed that if Stormwind was defeated, that might be her fate. If she was lucky, she would be able to keep a whole body, but if she was unlucky, she would turn into a smelly pile of Ogres feces.

"Oh, why are you looking so sad?"

Chromie finished writing Bronze Dragons's observation diary, and looked back at Tarecgosa with a look of despair, and she comforted:

"Isn't it just that the power is gone? It's not a bad thing, although it's not necessarily a good thing."

"My situation is different, Krodom. I am not simply weak. All my Dragon Aspects power has been sucked away by that damn artifact. Woohoo, I am no longer Dragon Aspects."

Chromie It's okay not to comfort him, but with this comfort, the big blue female dragon actually cried directly.

She leaned against the wall and said sadly:

"I can't even use Winter's Breath. Ley Line no longer responds to my call. Now I'm just a big blue lizard. Oh, I can't even warn other dragons. You heartless Bronze Dragons still won't help."

"I can't help. Bronze Dragons can't get involved in this kind of thing. No matter how unscrupulous I am, I always have professional ethics."

Chromie handed his handkerchief to Tarecgosa, sighed and said:

"And the Green Skinss won't be able to go to the Blue Dragon territory for a while. The closest one here is Ruby Sanctum of Red Dragonflight. Now that Dragon Soul has been stolen, the red dragon will definitely react. Maybe Red Dragon Queen will come over in person.

Alas, the tragedy will begin again. In short, I think you should not expect Dragon Aspects to be involved in this matter."

Bronze Dragons The little dwarf said seriously:

"Use your brain and think about it!

Now this is just your problem, but if more dragons are involved, it will turn into a disaster for both dragons and humans.

I don't know how this timeline will develop, but I think the most important thing for you now is to take care of yourself. Don't worry, I think Diakum is a very reliable person, and he will not leave us alone.

Don't even think about running away, Star Soul is watching the two of us.

Since you can't fight, then go help!"

Chromie waved his fist and said:

"Although you can no longer use the powerful dragon language magic, at least Blue Dragon's exaggerated Casting Talent is still there. Just treat yourself as a human spellcaster and help this city survive this most difficult moment.

I have a feeling that whether this city can persist will directly determine the fate of this continent.

This is a very serious matter.

Now, Death Knight and Warlock are preparing to wake up the corpses on the city wall to disrupt the defense, why don't you go out and cast a spell to stop it?"

She casually grabbed a handful of Quicksand Staff that she didn't know where it came from but was very powerful and stuffed it into Tarecgosa's hand and pushed her out to fight. After Tarecgosa left slowly, Chromie complained:

"You are still complaining, you are a blessing in disguise! If you had not lost your power, you would have died tragically in a conspiracy and then become the mount of a greedy adventurer. That would be your the One end, you stupid blue dragon!

strength

Power is never a good thing."

"Death Knight attacked the city?"

Diakum, who was resting in Stormwind Cathedral, opened his eyes. He keenly felt the cold breath flowing in the city and gathering in the cemetery in the city.

Dick stood up and complained:

"So I really don't understand this strange human city-building style that insists on placing cemeteries in the city. If Death Knight seizes the opportunity, just a wave of Undead's army from behind will be enough to cause confusion among the civilians in the city."

"You should just lie down and rest. Let the Priests do those things."

Archbishop Nali reached out and pushed Vigilant back onto the bed.

She sighed and said:

"You are already in a weak state, yet you consecrate hundreds of humans in one breath and guide them on the path of Paladin. Although it does not involve the power of the Force, it is enough to consume the Holy Power Pool that you are not rich in now.

You have definitely changed your style.

But Diakum, I find that your selfless Consecration desire is still as hard to overcome as a stubborn disease."

"This is what we can do, Neri, and it is not a sign of alienation."

Dick simply rested his head on the archbishop's lap. He closed his eyes and listened to Shadow Word's defence-breaking scream. He smiled and said:

"And you can't imagine how disappointed the void was with my previous consecration. I snatched back a soul from their hands that should have fallen into darkness.

Although it is not ruled out that Natalie Seline may be tempted by the shadow again, but now that she is a healer Paladin, she has the dual protection of body and soul, and she will not be so easy to set foot on Path of the Void again.

I am deeply honored that my little effort prevented an individual disaster.

The One It is a pity that Bishop Benedictus stayed at Northern Borderlands, but it doesn't matter, we will always find him."

Neri listened carefully to the words she didn't quite understand.

But she knew that Dick would only share it with her if it related to her destiny, and she would also keep it a secret for her boyfriend.

She reached out her hand, stroked Diakum's eyes where dark bags had appeared, and whispered:

"Don't worry about your upcoming journey. This strong city will hold on until you come back. I'm sure of this. The determination in the eyes of those humans Warrior reminded me of our preparations before the Shattrath City war.

At that time, we suffered the same threats from Magic Plague, Green Skins and demons as they did.

We have made it through, and they will also make it through."

"We had old Velen and K'ure Alliance leaders in the city at that time, but now there are not even demigods in this city, let alone legends."

Diakum whispered:

"I'm a little worried, Neri. This is the first time I've tried to use the hands of others to fight fate, instead of going into battle myself wearing armor. I know I should keep faith in them, but"

"You have accomplished everything you should do. No one wants to see you ignite yourself as firewood again. A war that sacrifices you for a change of fate cannot be called a victory."

Neri leaned down and kissed Dick under the light mark on her forehead. She said:

"This is their war after all! You cannot take away the glory of mankind in the name of their good, and if they have been relying on you, how can they fight for the right to live in the difficult future?

Just like what you did at Draenor, the point is not how many times you can lead them to victory, the point is how they can protect themselves after you leave."

"Hmm."

Dick No more words.

Holy Power Pool was burned cleanly, which made him want to take a rest, but soon an "uninvited guest" came to visit him. Griselda Blackhand, carrying several weapons on his back, knocked on the door like a "weapon dealer".

Under the surprised gazes of Dick and Neri, Mag'har's Great Chieftain took out several legendary weapons he had obtained and said carelessly:

"Vigilant, I got some good weapons from High Elf. Do you want to pick one? Just think of it as a favor. You didn't have to return my father's weapons to me, and our Blackrock Clan's Orcs doesn't owe you a favor either."

"If you want to build a relationship, just say so. Mag'har's Great Chieftain, your Mag'har Orcs thoughts will all show on your face."

Diakum exposed Griselda's true thoughts, which made Great Chieftain curl his lips, but it was hard to take it back even after he said it.

She placed the four weapons next to the bed and let Dick choose.

A Double-edged Battle Axe, a heavy buckler, an exquisite staff, and a luxurious war bow.

They are all Quel'Thalas elf-style weapons, luxurious and beautiful, each one is like a work of art. When seeing them, Dick raised his eyebrows and sighed:

"You lent your divine ring to them for research, only to get four "semi-finished products" in exchange? Alas, remember to bring Gaiara with you when you go out for business in the future.

You were tricked by those with pointed ears.

Although they can indeed be called legendary weapons, these weapons are just accessories when High Elf extracted the magic power of Sunwell for experiments. Their quality and weapon effects are not even comparable to the Dark Hand created by your father.

It's okay to fool the adventurers, but "

"I know! I am an armor-casting master after all, so I still have such a bit of vision, but the power of that divine ring will weaken after Azeroth and I will have to recycle it later. Therefore, this wave is like a white wolf with nothing. It's good if you have it, so why worry about it."

Griselda was quite open-minded and said a few words with her hands on her hips.

Vigilant felt that what she said was correct, so he picked up the Phase Barrier from it without politeness, waved it in his hand, and said to Blackhand's Daughter:

"Leave Doom Axe to Garrosh, give Disintegration Staff to Gaiara, and keep Stringsong Longbow for yourself. Although it is a secondary legendary weapon, it is enough for you to use for a long time."

"Why do I need a war bow that's not as thick as my arm?"

Griselda rolled his eyes and handed the exquisite spirit string battle bow to the confused Archbishop Nali. She waved her hand in a very "big brother" manner and said angrily:

"For melee combat, I have the warhammer left by my father, and for long-range combat, I have the Blackrock Throwing Axe that I personally crafted. I couldn't use this exquisite elf weapon. I didn't just pick it up casually, just to arm our own people."

"If you want anything to ask us, just tell us!"

Diakum stared at Griselda and said in a deep voice:

"How come you've learned how to bribe people by giving gifts in private? Do you really want to make progress?"

"Hey, can you let me touch Blademaster's Blade?"

Seeing Vigilant accept his "gift", Blackhand's Daughter rubbed his hands and said with shining eyes:

"The little human prince before got the inheritance of the Burning Blade Clan Sword Saint Master from Flame Blade Zun'xuu, right? I always thought it was just a Orcs legend! I didn't expect that it is true that you can get inheritance by touching the holy blade.

When I was in Draenor, my Sword Saint trial was interrupted by the Burning Blade Clan's troubles. Now I hope to get the Sword Saint inheritance from Sang'thraze!

Which Orcs doesn't want to be Sword Saint!"

"It's business, just say it. Don't give these things in the future. If others see me and Neri, I can't explain it."

Diakum scolded helplessly, took out Flame Blade and handed it to her, saying:

"Give it back to me when I leave for Tomb of Sargeras tomorrow. You have twenty hours to understand the way of Sword Saint. Remember to be pious! This is your Mag'har Orcs's supreme swordsmanship inheritance."

"Okay!"

Griselda held Flame Blade and left with satisfaction.

Neri played with Stringsong Longbow in his hand, swung his tail and said:

"Mag'har Orcs With Great Chieftain who is so quick-thinking and brave and good at fighting, why worry about not being prosperous?"

"Hmph, do you think Griselda gave us gifts just for the sake of Sword Saint's inheritance?"

Diakum shook his head and said:

"You want it easy!

Rend and Maim are also at Azeroth, and Griselda hopes to "bribe" us so that we can leave the matter of dealing with her two brothers to her.

I don't know what she plans to do with Blackhand's two sons, but if you see that she can take out two legendary weapons as "gifts", you know that guy will definitely do something that goes against Mag'har's oath."

"But we've already accepted the gifts, so we shouldn't get involved, right? After all, this is a family matter."

Neri said:

"What do you think?"

"If it were in the past, I would definitely not allow this kind of breaking of rules."

Diakum looked at the faint shadow surrounding his fingertips and whispered:

"She certainly picked a good time."

"You should rest for a while. When you wake up, we are going to Tomb of Sargeras. As you can tell from the name, it is a dangerous place."

Neri soothed Vigilant into a deep sleep, then she quietly picked up Stringsong Longbow and called out a bag of "Void Spikes" that came with the war bow. She carried the arrow behind her back and waved Sunlight Eagle "Holy Sun" standing on the window to land on her shoulder. When she opened the door, she saw the soul wolf Gola squatting there waiting for her.

"Let's go."

Neri stroked the wolf's head and said:

"We will also go hunting on the battlefield so that my kind-hearted boyfriend can feel less guilty when he is away temporarily. Let's kill a magic dragon tonight and get you some dragon bones to use as teething sticks. It will also open the eyes of that arrogant little girl Alleria Windrunner.

Let her see what a "Ten Thousand Years Ranger" is!"

"I've always been curious"

On Broken Shore, when Aegwynn, who had finally completed the opening of the Tomb of Sargeras seal, was resting, he couldn't help but whisper to Yrel who was guarding him:

"What kind of thinking did you have at that time to let the hopeless Magic Addiction elf come into contact with Holy Light? These two things are tens of thousands of miles apart. Can you tell me where the underlying logic is for you to make this decision? Where is the top-level planning?"

"Stop asking, I regret it so much."

Yrel covered his face and said in shame:

"I'm really nervous now. Vigilant came over soon. I'm really afraid that he will scold me, a voter, for abusing Holy Light's power."

As she spoke, she raised her head and glanced at the "Children of Light" elves in the camp below. Those dark-skinned guys were gathering together to enjoy "lunch".

Well, the specific dining process is that everyone sings a ceremonial Holy Light scripture together, and then calls their respective Holy Light to gather in the palms of their hands, and then passes the light spots in their palms to other people's mouths like "delivering food".

They also know that they cannot "eat" the Holy Light they summon, lest they be punished by Primal Light for "disrespecting the Force".

To be honest, although these Shal'doreis remained solemn throughout the meal, like a group of devout believers, their constantly moving throats when sucking Holy Light made this scene look full of sacred and cult flavor.

"It's like a group of "Holy Light vampires"! The difference with the One is that the vampires created by Death Force taste each other's blood to build trust, and your followers share each other's light to fill their stomachs."

Aegwynn has never seen this scene in his more than eight hundred years of life.

The Aluneth Staff in the hands of the former guardian is all amazed. It has lived for tens of thousands of years and has never seen such an outrageous scene. Why don't you guys wash your Holy Light? It's disgusting to talk about it directly!

"They are much better now than before."

Yrel sighed in shame and said:

"Perhaps because they have to absorb Holy Light several times a day, even though none of these guys have any faith, they have indeed been "transformed" by Holy Light. They may not be so fanatical, but at least they will not be as hysterical as before when Magic Addiction breaks out.

I think if this continues, these elves will definitely learn to truly embrace faith.

Vigilant said that the alienation effect of Holy Light Force on the user first takes effect from the soul, and the souls of these Shal'dorei really need to be washed severely."

"That's true, but they were disciplined by Holy Light too quickly."

Aegwynn frowned and said:

"I have never seen how fanatical those Lightforged veterans you mentioned are, but I can tell you responsibly that if you let them continue like this, you will soon gain a group of "Holy Light fanatic believers" in the true sense.

However, judging from the situation of Suramar, even if they become fanatical believers, it will be much better than staying under the rule of Elisande.

At least, Holy Light won't kill them. Huh? Diakum is here!"

Yrel jumped up nervously like a spring, as if a student who had done something bad was about to receive criticism from a strict instructor.

As Aegwynn cast a spell, Teleportation Orb opened a door in the camp in front of him, and something hit him in the reverberating light waves, startling Nightborne who were having lunch.

After taking a closer look, I realized that it was actually a moving corpse that had been mostly purified by Holy Light?

Alas, this is really strange.

Diakum holding Ashbringer strode out of the portal, with Neri following behind him.

Judging from the city wall battlefield with ashes flying all over the ground reflected in the portal behind the two of them, Diakum climbed onto the city wall before leaving Stormwind, trying to relieve some pressure on the Stormwind Kingdom before leaving.

But just as he came over and before he could say anything, he heard a scream.

"His light! Warm, sizzling! Spicy, just like spicy hotpot! Hiss, delicious!"

In this astonishing "battle cry", a Nightborne elf, holding a knife and fork in his hand and stuffing a napkin in his clothes to appear "pretentious", rushed forward in ecstasy to prepare for a "big meal", but was kicked out by Diakum.

""Iron Will"Runas! You are really stubborn!"

Vigilant recognized the "Baby of Light".

He scolded and put away the Ashbringer, which made the Nightbornes around him who stared at him with "delicious" eyes sigh regretfully.

This scene frightened Neri behind him, and the archbishop whispered uneasily:

"I really thought what you described before was a bit exaggerated. Now it seems that you really weren't talking nonsense! Yrel really created a group of strange elves that "eat on light"?

Oh my god!

Old Velen will go crazy!

No, Lady Kara and the other Naarus will go crazy. By the way, what does Naaru look like in the eyes of these guys?"

"Hmm, maybe vanilla ice cream?"

Diakum tilted his head and made a joke.

But when he reached out to pull Runas up, Diakum said softly:

"Perhaps, they will really have the opportunity to taste the taste of Naaru in the future. Yes, these "Light Eater" need to be well disciplined. They will become very good Warrior. This is why I do not plan to punish Yrel.

Some Primal Naaru who is far away in the sea of stars, you'd better not plan to do bad things."