Yrel leaned tiredly against his Light-Forged Dragon paw.
The powerful Light-Forged Dragon now also looks like a panting thin dog, with traces of black fire burns on its body, looking quite miserable. Not only it and its driver, but all Light Weaver on the entire Path of Blazing Fire will now "seem to be reborn."
They had truly experienced a "battle of life and death" just now, but it was not those Black Flame Cult disciples who threatened them.
Instead, Eclipse suddenly appeared.
The power of "light-eating" at the conceptual level cannot be resisted by any means. The process of extinguishing their "light" is like a cold noose around the neck, and it is quickly tightened in a silent countdown.
Pandaren There is an old saying that "there is great terror between life and death." Facts have proved that this is true. The sense of vulnerability that they are unable to withstand in the face of great power forces these brave veterans who have been fighting for thousands of years to face the purest emotions in their hearts.
Fear and despair!
The doubts and self-denial brought about by Doubt Sha have become a scabies disease that you don't need to care about at this moment. When you rely on your instinct to call Holy Light at the moment of death and get shelter, all hesitations have disappeared.
There is no need to worry about safety issues at this time.
At the moment when Eclipse transformed into a bright moon, and with the death of Ordos, all Black Flame Follower under its demon turned into black ash flying all over the sky at the same moment.
Those extremely vicious Fire Tauren were slashing with their swords one second, but they "collapsed" into ashes the next second.
Their war cries are still echoing in Lightforged's ears, but the people are gone.
The black ash has an extremely stale smell, as if these cultists have been dead for tens of thousands of years, and what is left here is only their decayed will.
"Are you okay?"
Maraad, who came over with a war hammer, squatted down, looked at the pale Yrel, and asked with concern:
"You were hit by black fire just now. I saw you almost fell off Light-Forged Dragon."
"I'm fine. Holy Light is protecting me. When I needed help, Holy Light responded to me as before. It seems that in Holy Light's eyes, I am not a bad person."
Yrel raised his head, although his face was pale but he still tried his best to smile.
She rubbed her forehead and said:
"I suddenly felt that I was so stupid a few days ago! I actually doubted whether I was a good child of Holy Light because of the temptation of an evil spirit. I almost doubted whether I should walk Holy Light Path because of this.
Facts have proved that as Warrior, we will only understand purity and our most primitive desires when we face the test of life and death.
Holy Light hugged me, I can't let you down."
"Very good, it seems you are indeed fine."
Maraad breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand towards Yrel, and said:
"Let's go to Molten Court! Vigilant is waiting for us there. It's time to witness the end of Fire Lord."
"Well, I have a request..."
After Yrel stood up, she whispered:
"After Pandaria's war ended, I wanted to apply to leave the team for a while. I thought about it and felt that Old Gani's previous suggestions made sense. I want to go to those in need of help, and I want to fulfill the duty of helping others given to me by Holy Light.
No longer just follow Vigilant to participate in these major events that protect the world.
I thought, maybe if I help ordinary people solve the little bumps in their lives, Holy Light will also feel satisfied."
This request made Maraad stop. He turned back and looked at Yrel with a surprised look. The deputy company commander asked strangely:
"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"
"I just think you seem to have matured a bit and are no longer the Holy Light pioneer you used to be."
Great Uncle laughed, nodded and said:
"Okay, I approve. Just go to Northern Borderlands. There are demons everywhere. When Marshal Lothar starts to recover the lost territory,
We will also be involved."
"Hmm."
Yrel nodded and followed the large army. They crossed the already quiet Path of Blazing Fire to Molten Court, where there was a dangerous cliff that cut off Path of Blazing Fire from the mountain where the courtyard was located.
Fortunately, as long as there is Diakum, there will always be that old crow who is always peeping at the screen. After Nubodon called Anzu, a storm of crow feathers blew up, shaping a temporary path for them.
"Orbit"
Just when everyone arrived at Molten Court exhausted from the war, they happened to see the mighty Dawn Lord knocking the weak Fire Lord to the ground.
This time Ragnaros can't run away!
First, it has no other strong believers in Material World who can transfer and bear its existence.
Secondly, Aegwynn, who is looking like a tiger, holds a staff and maintains a suppressive barrier under the bright moon. Fire Lord cannot even defeat Kazzak, so it is a bit overestimating his ability to challenge Star Soul Spokesperson.
This tyrant of fire was suppressed and bound by Kazzak with chains cast from golden holy flames in the center of a messy courtyard. The mighty Dawn Lord held the chain as if he had regained his "working status" at the beginning of his birth, performing his duties as the most powerful jailer in the stars.
Diakum has put away the "black fire".
This thing is related to An'she, the Sun God. If it is too hot, it is better not to let other Holy Light Walker touch it. The tragedy of Ordos has proved the desperate ending of mortals involved in such things.
"Fire Lord! World Mother is willing to give you one last chance..."
Vigilant strode forward with Soul Resonator Staff in hand. He stood in front of the ball of flames bound by Holy Light. Ragnaros's iconic "Twintails" head stared fiercely at Diakum.
It knows it's finished.
But it still doesn't think it did anything wrong.
Facing Aegwynn who turned into a raven and landed next to Dick, Fire Lord saw the golden Heart of Azeroth held by Aegwynn. It knew that as long as it obeyed Supreme Star Soul's call, it might be able to survive.
However, Ragnaros scoffed at this.
It growled:
"When we fought against Old God for the world, where was Supreme Star Soul? When we were captured by the Dark Empire and eroded by the void transformation, where was Azeroth?
Bullshit World Mother!
He regards flesh and blood life as his own child and takes good care of him, but aren't the elements his children?
We watched helplessly as we were bullied by the void, and expelled from Material World by Titan's thug. He was indeed restrained by Titan's Everything Unification Field for hundreds of thousands of years, but are we just enjoying the blessing?
What's wrong with me?
I just don't want to experience another humiliation!
Supreme Star Soul has great potential, but now he can't even protect himself! What's the future for following a guy like this?"
Fire Lord sneered and said:
"It would be fine if I were a brainless low-level element. I could convince myself to follow those great ideals and submit to the destiny that leads to the future.
But I'm not!
I have wisdom. I have witnessed all the changes in Azeroth since the beginning of the world. I know very well what kind of power you are fighting against, and I also know how difficult the future of Supreme Star Soul will be.
I'm not afraid of fighting, but Supreme Star Soul's past weak performance prevents me from seeing any bright future in him!
He's just a child who doesn't know how to use his power at all. He can't even distinguish the most basic rewards and punishments!
How many times has the elf failed him? How many times has Trolls protected him? But what's the use? Isn't he still holding on to his baby elf eggs and not letting go?
Bah!
Just offal.
Kill if you want, I am Fire Lord, I am the monarch of Fire Elementals, I represent the world's oldest power and the will of the first ray of fire.
Azeroth wants an obedient slave. Sorry, I can't do it!
You go find a weak Elemental Lords by yourselves, I'm not interested in playing house with you."
Aegwynn fell silent.
She held the slightly trembling Heart of Azeroth, stared at the erroneous Fire Lord, and said:
"Your existence itself is the great power given by Supreme Star Soul. You act recklessly with the power given by your master, and why do you pretend to be free and powerful for the sake of bullshit?
Your starting point is wrong.
If you have really grown step by step from the most ordinary low-level element to where you are now, and if everything you have is achieved through your own efforts, then I think you have some sense, but you are not qualified to say this because you are naturally powerful.
Even dogs know how to tolerate the cold at home, but you... you are not even as good as a loyal dog.
Okay, since this is your choice, then World Mother doesn't have to be kind to you.
Vigilant, please execute me."
Aegwynn took a few steps back, hiding in the shadows under the bright moon.
She put Heart of Azeroth on her chest and whispered to comfort Star Soul Lord's depressed mood.
Fire Lord's words just now were like a sharp blade piercing Star Soul's soul.
He couldn't imagine that he would look like this in the eyes of his original creation. He had obviously been trying to resist various external forces, but he was interpreted as weak by these guys.
Ragnaros looks stubborn.
It is the element that is not afraid of death.
Even the spiritual Dispersion will be reborn as a new element in Firelands in the form of an element. Although it is no longer "it", for elemental creatures, this can be regarded as a kind of relief from "reincarnation".
"It's a good idea, but you won't get a merciful release. Ragnaros, Holy Light have decided your fate with my hands."
Diakum raised his hand and thrust Kazzak's Soul Staff into Fire Lord's suppressed elemental body. Amidst Ragnaros's roar, Vigilant turned around and shouted to the Light Weaver Warrior who were witnessing this scene behind him:
"Holy Light Path is open to all sinners!
What we seek is by no means simply Execute evil; salvation and enlightenment are also Holy Light's desire. We must never forget the purpose of fighting along the way, nor can we regard the war itself as the end of punishment.
Today, I ask you!
All Light Weavers, I ask you to complete this Lightforging with me!
I ask you to integrate your own morality into your own Holy Light, and use our morality to weave a holy miracle that leads people to do good.
We must use our determination to defend beautiful things against the cruel mind of Fire Lord.
We want it to fully understand that there are not only tyrants in this world who are as obsessed with pursuing power as it is.
We not only need to reshape Ragnaros's body, but also cleanse its soul!
Come on.
Taking this ceremony as the final test of this "Faith Trial", let us use our own hands to create a unified faction symbol for Light Weaver Warband."
As the Lightforgeds watched, Vigilant took off the gauntlet on his left hand, and he let his Holy Light gather in the palm of his hand.
He shouted:
"Before Oronaar City of Argus, and Fel of the Great Lecture Hall, I swore to Holy Light that I would fight against fate and reverse all tragedies, turn myself into a stone in the long river of fate and swim upstream, and turn all the pain I see into beauty.
I exert my Holy Light Doctrine on the body and mind of Ragnaros.
I want it to feel this courage, I want it to be as brave as me!"
He recited his Holy Light Doctrine and placed his hand on the flaming body of Ragnaros. As Holy Light erupted, a bright golden glow shot forward on the body of Fire Lord.
"Ah, no! Something vicious!"
Ragnaros can clearly feel that his mind is being eroded by Diakum's burning morality. The courage belonging to Vigilant turns into a stream of soul and pours into its cruel heart, permanently changing part of it.
Fire Lord is struggling.
It finally knew what Judgment Diakum wanted to tell it, and it rejected such a future of "transforming into light".
It fought desperately against the rolling flames.
But a few seconds later, another Gleam's hand holding Holy Light was also placed on its body.
"In the cabin of Genedar, I witnessed Eredar leaving Argus in exile. I learned that my father died in a glorious war. I swore to Holy Light that I would uphold justice like my father and become a strong shield for the people. Guardians of Light would not let the tragedy of Argus happen again.
That is my Holy Light Doctrine, that is the moral duty of a protector.
I strengthened my morality before the decisive battle of Shattrath, and I will definitely reach the end of this road!"
Great Uncle, carrying Hand of the Fire Lord's war hammer, stood beside Diakum, shouting out his morality just like him, and blended the guardian's oath into the light, causing it to wash over Ragnaros's scorching body.
Yrel's whole body was shaking with excitement.
She knew that Vigilant would lead them to create a "Holy Light wonder" that had never been seen in the galaxy today. She felt proud and excited that she could witness and participate in this event.
So the third one rushed out and shouted to the others:
"I am the first Draenei to witness Vigilant's awakening from ten thousand years of slumber. I have never experienced the decisive battle of Argus.
I have not been in exile with the people for thousands of years, but I also have my moral principles!
Under the gaze of Vigilant, the young me swore to protect my sisters and my village, just like the oath Ambori Village had made for hundreds of years.
We will stick to the light for the glory of Vigilant.
But in the decisive battle of Shattrath City, I made my morality clearer. If I am destined to become Grand Executor of the Draenei Clan in the future, then I will not only protect my sisters.
Any evil that wants to harm Draenei must first defeat the sword in my hand; if they want to burn Draenor, they must first step on my body!
I am "Hand of K'ure" Yrel, and this is my oath of defense.
Please Holy Light witness me.
I ask my battle brothers to witness me!"
Yrel pressed her hand into the flame of Fire Lord. The hot fire made her feel pain, but she became more determined because of it.
"I'm a Shaman."
Nubodon looked at Lightforged's eyes that lit up, and he said:
"But Vigilant told me that Holy Light will not abandon me just because I walk the path of the elements. As long as I do good things in the name of Holy Light, I will still be Holy Light's warrior.
On the city platform of Karabor Temple, when we and the people are facing the Naaru that has fallen into darkness, I light up my own Holy Light!
That's Holy Light in my heart.
Just like this, just like now, this is my elemental morality and my Holy Light Doctrine. I firmly believe that nothing in this world can be saved.
When Lady Kara bid farewell to the darkness and returned to the light, I vowed to become a healer!
I want to heal all pain caused by darkness.
Please bear witness to me."
He put his hand into the flames.
He didn't hear Ragnaros's roar, but he felt the call of Flames of Sulfuras. It seemed that Creation Flame was very satisfied with Nubodon's speech, so as Shaman watched in surprise, a ball of flame flew and hit his forehead.
Let the elemental seal on Nubodon's forehead also turn into a dancing spirit of fire.
"This is great. It's going to be the best part of my new autobiography."
Lelan watched in surprise as Fire Lord transformed into the hot Holy Light Doctrine package. She turned back to Eredath and said:
"Let's go too."
"But you are Arcane Mage."
Eredath sighed and said:
"You don't have Holy Light Doctrine."
"Who said I didn't?"
Lelan was unconvinced and pulled Eredath and used flash to land next to her uncle and companions. She shouted loudly:
"I am a traveler. I do not believe in Holy Light but pursue the wisdom and truth of Arcane. But I also know that Holy Light has been shining on me, just like it shines on every Eredar.
I will record everything I see during my travels and tell it as a story to the light next to me.
I don't know if Holy Light will like my trip, but its light will make me dare to step into those strange and unknown places.
I am a traveler and a pioneer. I will help strangers in need to gain their kindness.
This is my morality, this is the morality of the helper."
Lelan put her hand in the flames, and a slender light vein followed her fingers on Fire Lord's body, making Lelan laugh with satisfaction.
She knew that Holy Light reluctantly recognized her morality.
But considering that she is Arcane Mage, Holy Light has really given her a lot of face, so don't pursue more.
"Under the scorching sun of Skyreach, in the corruption of Arakkoa, I experienced the trial of Trial of Faith and the soul. I witnessed the distortion of light in the darkness, so I vowed to protect the hearts of the people.
I am in the light Consecration, and I am also watching in the shadows.
This is my morality.
I will always be vigilant and I will always move forward."
Eredath Baoxiang solemnly stretched out his hand into the flame, and the veins accompanied by light and shadow grew in Fire Lord's painful scream.
Diakum looked at Twins, encouraging them to step forward, so as to truly integrate into this glorious spectacle created by thousands of Holy Light Doctrine. They are the archbishops of Army of the Light, and they should set an example for their followers.
Twins looked at each other and walked hand in hand towards Fire Lord's huge body.
They said in their trademark two-paragraph tone:
"We thought that Eredar's revenge was Holy Light's guidance..."
"We once thought that the eternal war with the devil represented our piety...:"
"Pure Light Oath are the brightest blades, they are incompatible with all darkness."
"However, there are also shadows cast in the light. Warriors who fight against demons must be careful not to turn into demons."
"We've been lost, we've cooked..."
"We have been fanatical, we have blindly followed..."
"But we eventually returned to the light! That's our morality."
"But we ultimately stand in the shadows. This is our morality."
"Shadows exist in light!"
"Light in the shadows Gleam.."
The two raised their hands as if chanting, and as their hands melted into the fire, the holy flame of golden morality began to burn in reverse. Ragnaros and Fire Lord should have ignored any flames in the world, but at this moment it let out a cry of terror.
It is being "lit".
It is being ignited by the hot morality of Lightforged,
"Come forward! Lightforgeds."
Vigilant called:
"Recite your moral principles and create the miracle of Holy Light."
Then, hands wrapped with light were raised high; then, passionate warriors stepped forward one by one; then, hearts beating again were rekindled.
Lightforgeds are back!
They shouted out their moral principles in front of their companions, turning their hot moral principles into flames and blending them into the burning.
They asked Holy Light to witness, and also allowed each other to witness.
It is no longer fanaticism, blind obedience and hatred, but protection, punishment and healing.
Ragnaros is the "perfect witness" of this transformation.
When the last Lightforged, that is, Dawn Lord Kazzak, also roared and ignited the fire of morality, the final transformation of Ragnaros was finally completed.
The holy flame is burning.
Fire Lord died, but "Lord of Radiance" was born!
A line of beating golden runes flashed in front of Diakum Gleam's eyes. He looked at the prompt in front of him in a daze, and suddenly hesitated.
The wonder of Holy Light he longed to see was created, but he was faced with a difficult choice.
Oh, my fifty-dollar brother.::
It seems I have to say goodbye to you.