A. T. force field, unfold!
Lothar, who had had a few glasses of wine, followed White Pawn and ran out.
As a result, Arthas and Jialiya were escorted by a group of Gorian Ogres wizards, leaving the defense area where Dark Portal was located.
Not only did they come with Gorian Ogres, there were also several Eredar among them.
This is the guest that Diakum needs to receive.
Ms. Vilara went out in casual clothes today. She had really dressed up as a traveler in a low-key manner, but the evil aura of the "ten thousand-year-old dean" still made her stand out from everyone.
The rude Ogress didn't dare to make a mistake in front of her. What's more, these noble wizards summoned by Warlord Margok had been severely criticized by the old dean along the way because of their spell-casting skills and attainments.
The expressions on Ogres's two heads were as painful as a dead horse.
Fortunately this is not Blue Moon Dean, otherwise they would have a pile of "happy" test papers in their hands.
Ms. Vilara has a special identity, so Velen also sent three Holy Light Chosen as her escorts, and two teaching assistants from the Arcane Scholar Clan followed as assistants during this visit to the "Magic Kingdom".
However, the experience of traveling through Dark Portal is very unique, so Ms. Vilara is now looking back at Star Sea Teleportation Gate behind him, and discussing certain magical details with two assistants in a low voice.
Arcane Scholar Clan is good at making Star Gate.
Many planets where Eredar live have Star Gate made for them to facilitate communication with each other, but none of those Star Gate can compare with the "Dark Portal" in front of them.
"This is the knowledge of Titan!
There are no secrets in the space rules of the Xinghai in their eyes. Once Dark Portal is established, it does not require subsequent maintenance. It can adjust itself according to the spatial changes between the two places, maintaining its spatial interaction parameters at a constant level.
This is simply challenging our existing understanding of the star sea and space.
Star Gate of the Arcane Scholar Clan is at least three eras behind Dark Portal. Yes, at least! This means that if we do our own research, it will probably take at least another ten thousand or twenty thousand years to barely reach the same level.
Is this the gap in knowledge between mortals and true gods?"
Ms. Vilara's words were slightly frustrated, but then Diakum stepped forward and explained:
"You can't compare like that, madam, Titan are born as true gods, and when they embrace Arcane, the mysteries of the Force are all opened to them.
We mere mortals need to walk the ladder of strength and climb up step by step.
Although this is not as natural as Titan and Divine Might, it can also give us enough time to deal with the intervention and influence of the Force. For example, an outstanding spellcaster like you will never impose your will on others at will.
You know this is wrong."
Vigilant put his hands behind his back and said:
"However, Titan will do this. They have no psychological pressure. Perhaps the true gods have their own power and authority, but there is no doubt that when they control the force, the force is also affecting them. This influence cannot even be removed, because Titan's great power comes from itself.
They lack the "learning and accumulation" stage.
The tragic destruction of Pantheon has completely confirmed this point, and this impact is fatal.
Gods, they are not as strong as mortals, and they bleed."
Ms. Vilara fell silent.
She had never analyzed the differences between humans and gods from this perspective, but today she heard what Diakum said made sense. She looked at Vigilant's face and expression again, and the silver-haired academician Eldest Daughter said with a smile:
"It seems that I have been living in the ivory tower Arcane Mage for too long. My understanding and analysis of power are based on theory, and I do lack the deep understanding of a person like you who has experienced hundreds of battles. However, Diakum, the shadow on you is getting thicker.
Moreover, your dean is not so fragile that I need you to use this mysterious and alluring Profound Mind Mystery to adjust my depressed mood.
Is this a skill you just learned?
It's obviously a bit obscure when using it, but if I were more proficient, I wouldn't have noticed it."
"You are humble."
Diakum looked at Ms. Vilara in surprise, and he whispered:
"After I obtained Heart Power and Sha Power, you were the first to actively perceive the existence of this power. Your reaction horrified me. Maybe you can provide some suggestions for the use of this power?
It requires me to explore on my own, but to be honest, my ability in "innovation" has always been poor.
This is a common problem between Priest and Paladin. Unfortunately, I am both a Priest and a Paladin."
"Why not?"
The dean smiled and said:
"There are still a few days until His Majesty Kael'thas's wedding. If I can make it in time, I will be happy to start a new research topic on the way.
But it's interesting to watch these young people bicker.
Well, just listening to them scolding each other made me smell the strong entanglement of "power, friendship, family affection, morality, choice and entanglement".
I've seen so much tragedy in my life that I want to relax my mind."
She waved her hand to Diakum and said:
"Don't use your spiritual power to stop this conflict. The dissatisfaction in their hearts needs to be vented. Occasional fighting is also conducive to the cultivation of friendship. When boys encounter trouble, they should use hearty wrestling to resolve this small conflict."
"That's what you said."
Dick stopped the rhythm of Heart Power and "enjoyed" the "wrestling competition" between Arthas and Varian together with Ms. Vilara, who likes to gossip when he is old.
"Bang"
Varian was knocked away like a bull by Arthas, and fell to the ground, almost knocking off "White Pawn"'s never-taken-off helmet. Arthas, who was wearing a leather armor, was carrying Eredar-style Naru's Hammer, but he had no intention of using weapons.
I don't know what this kid learned in Draenor after completing Prosperity Ritual. Anyway, when he showed the starting move of "Jiedenigu Fist Technique", Diakum almost collapsed.
Okay.
As expected of Velen's apprentice, have you even learned the boxing skills of old Velen?
"It was the prophet who saw in the prophecy the burden that this child is destined to bear in the future. In his words, he needs to experience the tempering of darkness and the forging of pain, which is a pressure that no ordinary person can bear.
Therefore, the Prophet even put aside some of his responsibilities in the past month to train His Highness Arthas with all his heart."
Holy Light Chosen Ms. Devenius, who is most familiar with Diakum, explained in a low voice:
"The Prophet values him very much. The last person whom the Prophet valued so highly was you."
"Nonsense! When I was at Argus, Velen didn't think highly of me. The one who really valued me was Commander Kil'jaeden."
Dick joked, but then said:
"Arthas Menethil's fate is indeed heavy. He is destined not to embark on the road of no return, but Path of Guardianship is not that easy. As for Lordaeron's current situation, which is still getting worse, even if Lothar completes the unification of the empire, Tirisfal Glades, who has been bound by darkness, will not be able to calm down for decades.
And that
These are all the responsibilities and obligations of Arthas, I hope he is well prepared."
"Bang"
Probably because he was angered by his little brother, White Pawn jumped up and rushed over, using Orcs fighting skills to deal with Arthas's punches. After dodging three times, he punched Arthas on the chin.
The big man was knocked to the ground, and then White Pawn mounted him and punched him hard.
He roared:
"The reason for not letting you come back is to protect you silly boy! Everyone is protecting you! The marshal is like this, Sir Uther is like this, Father King is like this! Even far away from Northern Borderlands, Archbishop Faol, who faces the threat of assassination every day, wrote a special letter.
We don't let you go back for your own good, you ignorant bastard!
Why do you have to come back at this time and cause trouble for everyone?
Do you know that in order to protect you, a fool, the marshal's already insufficient strength has to be allocated some more. Can you please stop being so selfish?"
"Click"
Varian's fist was smashed down by Arthas's wrist, which was bruised and swollen. As Holy Light's fingers burst out, he said loudly:
"I don't need protection! I came back to fight. Prosperity Ritual catalyzed not only my body, but also my reason and emotions. I already know what my sister and I are going to face, but as strong as my sister is, I will not let the darkness invade my country and people.
Don't underestimate people when you're riding a horse!
You are not the only one who can be Warrior."
"Bang"
The miniature Holy Light shock erupted from Arthas's hand, knocking Varian away. White Pawn turned over and landed on the ground. His hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword behind his back, but his wrist was grabbed by Commodore Daenerys who rushed over.
Sir Uther, who happened to be praying at Northshire Abbey, also rushed over on horseback, jumped down and hugged Arthas, who had grabbed the war hammer.
The Jazz had heard of Spriggans's "Prosperity Ritual". When he saw the grown-up prince, the stressed and haggard Jazz had a trace of relief in his eyes besides surprise.
Menethil Family does not give birth to cowards, which is enough to make the depressed Sir Uther feel a little inspired.
"You two don't fight!"
Princess Calia, who was also dressed in traveler attire, walked between the two older boys, stretched out her hand and said loudly:
"We are all here for the same goal, so why should we fight within ourselves first before facing the common enemy?
Marshal Lothar, my brother and I must return to Azeroth at this time, not to cause trouble.
We are ready to interview our father at Quel'Thalas."
"But you can't convince him, kid."
Lothar sighed and said:
"Your father has gone crazy. The third messenger we sent was beheaded by him, and he put the head in a box and sent it to Llane's palace. Is this something your father would do?
I must tell you that he may have been obsessed with those dark magics and wants to build his own empire.
This is more than a simple desire for power.
That's all, you're all back, I can't drive you away again.
You two come with me and I will show you the messages Khadgar Grand Magus has sent back in the past few months.
If you are still willing to believe that your father is still sane after seeing those terrible messages, then I will invite you to come with me.
But I have a request!
You must obey my orders, especially you, Arthas!
You obviously cannot control your current power very well, White Pawn will watch you and teach you."
"I accept your request."
Princess Calia leaned over and glared at his brother again.
Arthas gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then bent down.
When everyone left, Arthas looked at Sir Uther beside him. The child who seemed to have grown up overnight looked at Sir's gray hair on his temples. He knew how much terrible pressure Sir Uther had been under in the past few months.
He held Jazz's hand and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you for your hard work. I will share everything about my motherland with you. Although Prophet Velen taught me a lot, and I consider myself his apprentice, in my heart, you are also my mentor.
It was you who taught me what courage is."
"Your Highness has grown up."
Sir Uther patted Arthas on the shoulder happily, he took the reins of the horse and said:
"Then, let me prepare a set of armor for you. If you want to go to the battlefield, what can you do without a set of armor?"
"Give him my set."
Varian said next to:
"I just happen to have a spare set of Eagle War Armor. I asked Ms. Onyxia to forge the armor, with some Elementium Steel mixed into it. Come with me! You have to learn how to control power.
Prosperity Ritual is not perfect, you have to know your weaknesses in this form.
Why are you standing there? Just like a piece of wood.
Let's go."
"Oh, okay."
Arthas was stunned for a moment, watching Varian waving his hands and calling as usual, he showed a fleeting smile, then said goodbye to Sir Uther and followed.
But Ms. Vilara and Diakum were no longer visible on the outside.
After all, how can tenderness be as interesting as bloody gossip?
"Heart Power gathers the positive emotions in oneself and others and transforms them into some kind of energy entity. It's really an interesting mystery. This kind of power is obviously biased towards defense and purification, while Sha Power is more suitable for offense and erosion.
The one-piece and two-sided mobilization and conversion are very flexible. There is no doubt that this is your spiritual barrier and spiritual sword."
In the practice room of the monastery, Ms. Vilara personally experienced the two types of Profound Mind Mystery from Diakum, and she said with emotion:
"The size of the stars is truly amazing. I have opened my eyes today, but not everyone can learn this strange secret, right?"
"Sha Power has strict learning conditions. Currently, among the entire Light Weaver Warband, only Saloras can learn without any obstacles. Shadow Hunters are comprehending this profound meaning, but the progress is very slow.
This thing requires innate spiritual strength to control it perfectly."
Dick handed Ms. Vilara the power note he had written over the past two months and introduced to her:
"Sha Power" can form various auras that act on the soul, such as fear, doubt, anger, despair and other clear effects. It can also be applied through spells, and its effect is similar to the enhanced version of "Devouring Plague".
It is diffusible.
As long as I am willing, I can make individuals in a city fall into the entanglement and influence of negative emotions in a short period of time, but the use of Sha Power is preceded by Y'Shaarj. We can imitate the power form of Seven-Headed Beast and use it.
The real trouble is Heart Power
I'm not afraid of your jokes.
Even after using it to defeat Y'Shaarj's resurrection ambition, I still don't quite understand the specific effect of this thing.
Is it just a confluence of positive emotions?"
The dean did not answer immediately. She carefully flipped through Diakum's notebook until several minutes later, she closed the notebook, closed her eyes and said:
"It's time for you to practice your calligraphy. It's not ugly, but it's still a bit disgraceful compared to your current status. I'll give you some calligraphy later."
"Some are practicing."
Dick was embarrassed.
Then I heard the dean say:
"During a certain migration of the Arcane Scholar Clan thirteen thousand years ago, we encountered a unique kind of star sea life on the way. The race on that planet was born with strong spiritual power. They were few in number and were trapped by some kind of void disease.
We tried to cure them, but unfortunately we couldn't save the civilization.
Such tragedies are everywhere in the star sea, but I tell you this story because that civilization is not actually extinct.
We took care of and protected them for two hundred years, and only when the last of them passed away did they tell me their secrets.
They are not dead, but their mental power is too strong and the body cannot bear it and naturally decays. Those dead individuals can exist alone with their spiritual power, and can form a more powerful existence in the union of individuals.
They said goodbye to us and predicted the arrival of the Burning Legion for us, allowing Arcane Scholar Clan to avoid a disaster.
Their unique individual form allows them to study the power of the mind very thoroughly. I still remember that they have a protective technique that does not rely on any mana or energy, but only relies on their own determination, will and fighting spirit to create a protective force field that covers the entire body.
The defense of that thing is quite amazing and can even withstand penetrating physical attacks."
The dean opened her eyes and stroked a string of stone-like bracelets on her wrist. She said to Diakum:
"Although the effective methods are different, I think you may be able to shape Heart Power in this direction. If this is also the energy born by gathering the positive emotions in the individual's heart, then theoretically, how firm you are, how stable the force field you create will be."
"Uh Wall of Heart?"
Diakum is so imaginative.
Ms. Vilara gave him a perfect idea, and he immediately switched his state to Demon Dispersion Technique, letting the inspiration burst out and follow the prompts to mobilize Heart Power, like the most unpretentious Power Word: Shield, exerted outside himself.
Not very good at it for the first time.
But as Ms. Vilara watched in surprise, after only three attempts, an invisible force field was actually formed around Diakum.
"A.T. Field, expand!"
Vigilant shouted in his heart, and pushed outward with both hands to rapidly expand the force field until it enveloped the entire Northshire Abbey, and Ms. Vilara who was in it was instantly pulled into the strange "Mental Network".
Diakum is the core, and she has become one of the nodes.
She can perceive the thoughts of all individuals in the monastery, and others can also perceive her mind.
As a result, the minds of the human pilgrims were attracted by the wise and knowledgeable soul of Ms. Vilara. Those "light spots" curiously surrounded Ms. Vilara, and they seemed to be expecting wisdom.
"It's amazing."
She lamented:
"Your creativity in magical arts is quite amazing. If I read it correctly, this "Wall of Heart" combines the ingenuity of Power Word: Shield, Holy Word: Barrier, law, protection and a series of defensive magical arts.
Congratulations, Diakum.
You have created a new magic, but you just don't know how defensive it is?"
"You'll know after you try it."
Diakum smiled and gave instructions in his heart.
After a moment, a confused Onyxia flew into Northshire Abbey in the posture of Light-Forged Dragon. She circled a few times and said:
"Then I really hit you? Don't ask me to compensate you if you break something."
"Hit it as you like! If it gets damaged, it's mine."
Dick replied.
So Black Dragon Princess, who was really not in a good mood lately, let out a roar, and swung his rock-breaking claws towards the monastery below.
Without any physical protection, her claws hit a layer of invisible but solid energy.
"Huh? It's different from other magic shields?"
Light-Forged Dragon was surprised and took off again, she said:
"What's this weird thing? I don't feel any energy flowing."
"This is the gathering of everyone in the monastery who resists the emotion of "being hurt." You can understand that the individual spiritual powers are fused together to form "Wall of Heart"."
Dick explained:
"The more determined they are, the stronger the defense of this thing will be! But if they are weak and desperate, it will disappear. Well, this is the shield of the warrior and the straw mat of the coward. From tonight on, Azeroth's will will be truly as strong as steel."
PS:
Additional update tomorrow: 3+5.