44. You Have a New Forging Order, Please Check It-Bonus Chapter for Brother Huo Zhengtinghao [915]

"So, you blackmailed two poor Trolls lords for a large sum of money and then let them go?"

On the cracked ground of Black Morass that had been completely evaporated, Diakum returned to Lothar carrying a large bag of "Charcoal Grilled Wind Serpent Crispy Bones" and a bag of "Hakkar's Bloodspattered Scales".

The human marshal was standing next to the Lightforged War Mech, caressing this powerful guy with a look of affection on his face.

Although he is not a "Federal Ace Pilot" and has no habit of wearing red, his keen war thinking tells him that this thing is the direction Azeroth should evolve in future wars.

But next to Lothar, there is also a majestic azure War Raptor, a cool Troll Warblade and a bag of precious casting materials and Voodoo Artifact.

These are all the "trophies" of Lothar.

Facing Diakum's ridicule, the human marshal shook his head and said:

"I didn't take the initiative to blackmail them. I heard the words of the cold Trolls God of Death, and I originally planned to let them go. But the two Trolls lords had something in their minds. They said it was a matter of life and death, and they were really worried if they didn't make a deal.

Therefore, Bloodlord left its War Raptor and valuable weapons to me, and Witch Doctor also left its powerful demon weapon.

Your Lightforgeds can testify to me that I really did not ask for blackmail. I am now a Paladin after all. Everything I say and do should follow the teachings of Holy Light. Blackmail is not our virtue."

"Yes, there really isn't. I just say some vague and bad things to scare them."

Yrel complained from the side:

"You are really cunning. You took advantage of the timidity of two Trollss and made a good deal. This weapon is quite good. Unfortunately, I have a holy blade and there is a Ogre Holy Sword in my bag waiting to be returned to Warlord Margok."

"Take these things back and give them to your fiancée."

Diakum touched this very powerful War Raptor and said:

"High Elf, who is as tough as Colonel Daenerys, likes to collect these Trolls style trophies to show her bravery. Quel'dorei elf and Amani Troll are also mortal enemies. These gifts will definitely please her.

However, your leisure time ends here, Lothar.

The devils are coming, no, they are already here!

The magic dragon and Eranikus were supposed to be the vanguard sent by Polluter to Azeroth, but because Eranikus was busy with What happened at Dream Queen led to today's accident. However, you saw with your own eyes those demonic dragons that covered the sky and flew towards Northern Borderlands. Combined with the recent situation there, you should know what this means."

"Yeah, I know."

Lothar clenched his fists, the joy of just winning a victory fleeting in his heart. Even if he drove "Lightforged Gundam" and killed a dragon with his own hands dozens of minutes ago, it would not change the current predicament that Human King country is facing.

Northern Borderlands The situation over there is getting unstoppable!

It is even possible that today, the demons will rush into the place where Arathor Empire once stood. Given the low combat power of human beings who are still being eroded by Magic Plague, unless fate smashes another Vigilant on the ground of Northern Borderlands, the fall of that place is only a matter of time.

Lothar's head hurts like hell.

Stormwind Kingdom has not even been able to solve the problem of Green Skins, but in the blink of an eye he has to prepare to accept the exiles of Northern Borderlands. The change has come so fast that the battle plan Lothar had just prepared turned into waste paper in an instant.

But think on the bright side, once the exile of Northern Borderlands arrives at Stormwind, it means that his current lack of Warrior can be reversed immediately. If it works well, It is completely possible to solve the problem of Green Skins in a short time, and then use Stormwind Kingdom as a base to form a team of "Imperial Army" to head towards Northern Borderlands.

When this army finally drives out the demons and regains its hometown, Arathor Second Empire's legal system will naturally be forged to be extremely strong.

Diakum seemed to see Lothar's worries at this time.

He promised:

"Don't worry about the demon problem on the Stormwind Kingdom's side. Light Weaver Warband will be your most solid backing. Although I don't want to get involved in the epic of human civilization, I can at least ensure that your progress will not be interrupted by demons."

"You are really the angel Saint sent to us by Holy Light."

Lothar This sentence is by no means a compliment.

He comes from the heart.

In fact, if he hadn't known that Diakum had no blood relationship with him, I'm afraid Lothar would have thought that his mother had once encountered a foreigner Saint and had something happen to him.

There is nothing I can do about it, people treat me so well, which makes Lothar, who is naturally strong-willed, unable to help but become suspicious.

"Get ready to go back."

Diakum looked back at the cracked Blinding Light land in the distance at the remains of the giant dragon that was incinerated by Holy Light and still burning with the holy flame. He said to Lothar:

"Queen Ysera was kidnapped into the dreamland by the demon and the evil Green Skins. With the entire Emerald Dragonflight stripped away from Dream Authority, the green dragons have lost their advantage. Those dragons that were rescued are very weak and they need to recuperate in the Stormwind Kingdom.

But since the green dragon can no longer help Llane regain his sanity, the only last resort is left."

"Huh?"

Lothar looked at Vigilant, who pointed at the Lightforgeds who were still on duty next to him, and said:

"I hope Varian won't blame me for turning his father into Lightforged when he returns to Azeroth. But Holy Light's all-round reshaping of the mortal body will indeed help him get a new life from the pain."

"Do you want Llane to join your Light Weaver Warband?"

Lothar was surprised.

But the fast-talking Yrel immediately waved his hand and said:

"You seem to have a good idea! Saint's war group is very demanding in recruiting members. King Llane's strength is so promising. The future is promising! Therefore, Saint will most likely let Voros the Exalted complete the king's Lightforging.

The Holy Light Doctrine of Naaru is more gentle, and the probability of King Llane surviving Lightforging is also greater."

Maraad on the other side leaned on his war hammer and explained softly:

"Light Weaver Warband will not arbitrarily interfere with the fate of the Human King country, because our dependents shoulder the responsibility to fight against fate. This is the moral obligation that binds all Light Weaver, but Guardian Naaru Voros the Exalted has no such moral constraints.

Didn't you say before that you hope Northshire Abbey will become the eternal Holy Land of Voros the Exalted?

This is a great opportunity!

Voros the Exalted is a very young Naaru, which has not yet chosen its own family in the sea of stars.

If humans become its dependents, it means that Voros the Exalted will become your Guardian Naaru. For Holy Light Walker in the star sea, it is a supreme honor to follow the morality of a Naaru!"

"So, if Llane becomes Lightforged of Voros the Exalted, that means"

Lothar's mind is spinning very fast.

At this moment, he remembered the overwhelming crushing attack he had just led the Light Weaver warriors. Once his good brother Llane became Naaru Lightforging's "Nation Protecting Saint", Arathor Empire could legitimately have his own Lightforging warrior!

This can just circumvent the unwillingness of Diakum the Saint and his followers to interfere in the fate of mankind at will.

What a great thing!

A devout believer like Archbishop Alonsus Faol will definitely be ecstatic about this.

Ah, maybe the future Arathor Empire should be renamed "Holy Arathor Empire".

Although I cannot ask for Llane's personal opinion, Llane, my sworn brother, for the future of mankind, for Medivh's legacy, and for our common ideal, I leave it to you this time!

Just when Lothar made a certain "dark" determination, Diakum also came to the still burning remains of Nightmare Tyrant carrying the bag of "charcoal grilled Wind Serpent" that he wanted to give to Old Anzu.

Green Dragon Princess Mylune stood next to her "father"'s body and cried very sadly, but she had a quiet temperament, so she declined the company of other sisters, and she cried silently here alone.

Not only did he cry for his father, but he also worried for his mother who was taken away.

"Maybe you should make up your mind."

Diakum said:

"You heard the last words your father left for you, and you learned the truth from it. Although the Shaper Sargerei told it, then Great Demon Lord must have its own evil purpose, but I don't think your father is so stupid that he can't tell the truth.

You should have an answer by now whether Titan people are good or evil in this world's standpoint."

"Thank you for your kindness in giving my father the opportunity to say his last words to me at the last moment."

Mylune wiped his tears.

She bowed deeply in front of Diakum.

Although it was the Saint in front of her who imprisoned her father's soul forever in the terrifying Sea of Darkness during the release of Void Authority, but to be honest, considering her father's "accomplishments" of destroying at least three Eredar Star Sea Clan and countless civilizations in the past ten thousand years, Vigilant's punishment was already mild.

Green Dragon Princess is indeed a good child. She knows good and evil and knows that hatred is not such a child's play. It is the best ending to hear her father's last words in person.

She said hoarsely:

"I still can't understand why my father used such a cruel method to free my mother from the "shackles", but I know what to do next.

My father was worried about the group of Warlock, saying that its threats might not scare Zuluhed, so I had to hurry up and find my companions and go to the Dream Rift where Shadow Council was hiding to rescue my mother. As for whether the green dragons would return to the embrace of Star Soul Lord in the future, that was something that could only be decided by my mother.

She is Emerald Queen."

"I'm not asking for Ysera's opinion, kid, I'm asking for your opinion."

Diakum shook his head and said:

"Your father gave Devolution Spores to Warlock, which means that your mother will probably lose the appearance of Dragon Aspects and return to the original state of Proto-Dragon. I don't know whether that is a good thing or a bad thing, but I think Emerald Dragonflight will not allow himself to follow a Proto-Dragon even if he loses his power.

Big Dragonheart is also a mountain of stereotypes, so you have to be prepared.

Perhaps, you should take on your responsibilities as Emerald Princess. As a leader, the interests of your tribe always come first. Where the green dragons will go in the future is also something you should consider."

"I"

Mylune lowered her head and whispered in a troubled voice:

"I still need some time, sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

Diakum patted this "young dragon" on the shoulder in a gentle tone and said:

"Star Soul Lord is very patient, and even without the power of Titan, you can still fight. I think, whether it is the guardian appointed by Titan or the guard of Star Soul, you will not allow the devil to destroy this world, right?"

"Hmm!"

Mylune is very firm on this issue.

Even if she is so depressed, she will never allow the green dragons to give up on their mission!

It is their mission to protect this world.

She nodded vigorously, but then she felt her weak strength and let out a helpless sigh.

Green Dragon Legion is not good at combat power. They are positioned more as "gold medal support" and "nanny" in Dragon Aspects. Now that Dream Authority is deprived of it, the green dragon's already weak combat power is even worse.

But soon, Mylune heard a low dragon roar. She raised her head and saw the black "Twintails" Onyxia flying back from a distance carrying the corpse of a demon dragon, followed by the very beautiful Tarecgosa. She knew that the changes in the appearance of these two guys were due to the "mysterious transformation" of the Saint in front of her.

Thinking of the predicament Green Dragon Legion is currently facing, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Mylune's little mind.

She said softly:

"Well. Diakum the Saint, we are willing to use our own power to protect the world Consecration, but the green dragon may also need a more powerful fighting form after losing Dream Authority. If Titan can use the power of order to discipline our appearance.

Perhaps for the just goal of protecting the world, we should also learn to ask for help from other powerful forces.

So."

"Ah?"

Diakum's head started to hurt.

Looking at Mylune's firm gaze with a hint of expectation, he, the "Bewitcher", felt as if he had dug a hole for himself, but he remembered that Lord Azeroth Star Soul had indeed entrusted him with help, so he sighed, stretched out his hand and used broken light to reveal the powerful Elder Dragon Species templates in his memory, allowing Mylune to choose.

It's not a problem for children to have little strength. As long as you have the courage to fight against the devil, then uncle Vigilant will strengthen you to the level of "Demon Slayer". Void and Fel are also mortal enemies. It would be great to kill Fel's official with the sword of Void!

"I choose this one! It's green, very similar to us, and very powerful. It's like a combination of a black dragon and a green dragon. It has strong hand-to-hand combat capabilities. In fact, my mother occasionally wants to go to the battlefield with my aunt, but my aunt always feels that she is not suitable for frontal combat, which makes my mother always helpless."

Mylune is like a shopper in the supermarket choosing and choosing, and finally chooses a form that makes Diakum sigh helplessly again.

He said:

"Okay, Thunder Pole Dragon, Master of Thunder, this is more troublesome. I have to prepare. I haven't mastered the skills of shaping "Bioelectric Cells" yet. If you want to retain your original healing ability, it will be more complicated.

But after you get the new form, you have to shoulder the responsibility of saving Dream Queen!

Just as I have full confidence in humans, the fate of the dragons should also be in your own hands. Go discuss it with your friends. I guess they will be very willing to help."

One day later, Northshire Abbey, under the personal auspices of Archbishop Alonsus Faol, King Llane's Lightforging Ritual was quickly arranged.

Naaru Vorolos is a moderate, and it really appreciates human beings' choices under heavy pressure. In addition, human Holy Light beliefs have many fallacies in its view, and it urgently needs help from Descendant of the Holy Light's guidance, and finally the current situation of demon invasion, so faced with the requests of Marshal Lothar and Archbishop Faol, Vorolos agreed without hesitation for long.

Naarus also have their own traditions.

Symbiosis with a certain race is a ritual similar to "tradition" in their long lives, and personally guiding a civilization into Holy Light is the common noble pursuit of all Naaru.

Although Primal Light has not set specific goals for his creation Naaru, Naarus generally believe that they are the "shepherds" of Holy Light, and they want to spread the virtues of Holy Light in the physical universe.

Vorolos is gratified to be the human Guardian Naaru, and its first job is to help the suffering human king to be reborn in the light.

This is a very ceremonial thing, so Archbishop Faol specially invited the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom, the leaders of Priest, and the commanders of Paladin to watch the ceremony.

Both the archbishop and the marshal believe that this ceremony can effectively boost morale, especially after people see King Llane reborn in the light, this "miraculous" story can definitely be very inspiring.

With the current situation Stormwind Kingdom and Eastern Continent are facing, mankind really needs good news.

"My good friend Kurtaz became Paladin in your Stormwind. After he returned to Ironforge, he was preaching like crazy. I don't know where he got so many fanatical beliefs. He even changed his alcoholism.

Kurtaz used to be drunk at least six days a week, but now he is drunk only three days a week. It is really a miracle of Holy Light!"

Among the spectators, a somewhat noisy dwarf spoke to Kurdran·Wildhammer beside him, but the nobles around him did not dare to stop his uncivilized behavior.

Because this dwarf is truly "royal".

Muradin Bronzebeard, the younger brother of King of Ironforge Dwarves, and Prince of Bronzebeard Dwarves, were specially sent to support Stormwind by the way. Thinking about facing the invasion of demons, yesterday's scene of green dragons flying in groups over Dun Morogh really frightened the dwarves, and also made those stubborn and muscular dwarfs realize that the storm is coming.

Muradin has a very good relationship with the human marshal, and they can be said to be good buddies.

It is said that King Llane invited him to be the swordsmanship instructor of Varian. The little prince was able to kill Orcs at the "advanced age" of nine years old. In addition to the inheritance of Sword Saint Master, it was also indispensable for the strict teaching of Muradin in those years.

This dwarf is a legendary Warrior, and because of his dwarf blood, he is much more powerful than the ordinary legendary Warrior.

"Quiet!"

Archbishop Faol glared at the dwarf in the crowd.

Muradin hurriedly covered his mouth, and then looked at the indescribably sacred brilliance Naaru with everyone.

At this moment, even though Muradin has always believed in Khaz'goroth, the forging god of the dwarves, he couldn't help but sigh at the purity of Holy Light.

In this solemnity, as Lightforging Ritual personally hosted by Voros the Exalted ended, amidst the exclamations of the nobles and the songs of Priests, King Llane, who had been comatose for nearly a month, actually opened his eyes.

His body is stronger than before, just like the legendary "Barbarian Lord". There are also many golden holy patterns on his skin, and he even has golden lightning in his eyes like Thunder.

When Llane stood up on his own and took the Lionheart Sword and Shield from Lothar, everyone present, including several dwarves, loudly praised the greatness of Holy Light.

But in the midst of this joy, "Stormwind War Hero"Windsor Commodore with a serious expression strode into the ceremony hall.

He held a blood-stained letter in his hand. When he saw the letter, Lothar's face changed drastically. He stepped forward to take the letter, opened it and took a look. Then he looked at Llane with sad and serious eyes, and whispered to his Lightforged brother:

"Something happened to Gilneas! Dragonblight Harbor was razed to the ground by the devil. Burning Legion is really here!"