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"It's a pity that we couldn't catch up with the battle to purify Stromgarde."
Yrel sat by the campfire very unhappy. While turning his boots over and pouring out the mud inside, he complained to Maraad and Nubodon beside him:
"The Arcane Rune Stone given to me by Lelan recorded the entire process of Marshal Lothar's attack on Stromgarde. Humanity really relied on itself to recover their ancient capital. It must have been an epic battle. I regretted wasting my time here at Gilneas.
The damn "Marsh Witch Coven" took us almost half a month to track down, and we were like blind people struggling to find fragmented clues in the dark.
I miss the days of fighting under Vigilant.
At that time, we didn't have to think about how to track down the evil. Commander Diakum would tell us directly where to go and how many to kill, and every enemy designated by him would definitely be guilty of unpardonable crimes."
Yrel's complaints made Nubodon, who was calling for the pure spirit of flowing water to wash away the dirt on his armor by the campfire, shrugged his shoulders. He glanced at Maraad, who was still praying, and whispered:
"But we can't take a "prophet" with us everywhere. Commander Diakum can indeed see through all the fog that isolates the truth, but he also has his responsibilities.
Although tracking in the swamp for half a month is indeed annoying, think on the bright side, Yrel, we are about to end this painful journey.
Moreover, these two months of faith wandering have allowed you to save at least hundreds of Gilneas people without the help of powerful forces. Doesn't this make you understand Holy Light more deeply?"
"Hey."
Yrel threw his muddy boots over and asked Nubodon to help him clean his armor.
She picked up her holy blade and took out an elemental whetstone to sharpen the blade carefully. Amidst the bad smell of the swamp, she whispered:
"I don't seem to have much insight, I just feel tired. When we fight under the light, that feeling of powerlessness will sometimes come to my heart. When I encounter those troubles, I often want to use violence to solve everything.
I even think darkly that if I catch every bad guy who prevents me from fulfilling justice Lightforging, the world might be a lot better.
However, I can't do that.
I am bound by the rules of my faith, and every moment of self-reflection makes me realize that dependence on violence is a terrible disease.
Holy Light is not what we are taught. You cannot bring truth, goodness and beauty with your fists."
Having said this, Yrel raised her head, looked at Nubodon, and said:
"I'm just a legend Garrison Commander but I'm like this. How do you think Commander Diakum suppressed the urge to use his Invincible power to sweep across the world and solve all troubles once and for all?"
"Your question is wrong."
Nubodon threw the boots cleaned by the flowing water spirit over, he shook his head and said:
"If Vigilant can solve problems by sweeping the world with Holy Light, then he must have done that. He is a man who pursues efficiency."
"Then it's better to arrest all those bad guys Lightforging and get rid of them!"
Yrel said angrily:
"The Old God and Greater Demon dealt with by Vigilant will certainly harm people, but look at these "little evils" hiding in nooks and crannies.
This Marsh Witch Coven hides in Gilneas's Black Forest to threaten and torture the people nearby. They did this before the demon invaded. At least 300 people have been murdered by them over the years.
Although they are not as hateful as the ancient gods and demons, these guys are the greatest threat to ordinary people.
After all, for the people in the surrounding villages, eight generations of their ancestors had encountered a demonic invasion, but when they went out to herd sheep every day, they might be kidnapped by witches and never return, leaving behind a family full of sorrow.
Can you say that demons are evil, but these guys are not?
However, no matter how strong Vigilant's holy power is, how can he let his light shine in these tiny corners? If the three of us don't come here, how long will these villagers have to bear this fear?
The werewolves nearby will not take the initiative to help them kill the witch."
"But the point is, we're here."
Maraad ended the prayer.
He closed the holy book in his hand and hung it on the chain hanging beside him.
The seal of Lightforged on his forehead was shining brightly, and he said:
"Commander Diakum's light resists the darkness that would subvert the world, and those of us Warrior who walk under the light are his eyes and punishing hands that pay attention to these subtle corners.
Yrel, all the troubles and torture we have suffered in the past half month are all the will of Holy Light.
This may be a trial that makes us more vigilant about the shadows hiding in the light.
Commander Diakum may not be able to spare the energy to pay attention to a little Marsh Witch Coven. After all, such "evil forces" are spread all over the mainland, but we can help him fulfill his justice.
Isn't this exactly what Light Weaver should do?"
Nubodon also grinned and asked:
"Even though you have been complaining about the ghost weather in the swamp, you have never backed down, right? Between the great cause of purifying Stromgarde and eradicating the troubles of the witch coven, you chose the latter without hesitation.
Yrel, don't you like the glory that is praised by others?
Obviously, between the glorious honor and the real suffering, you have made a great selfless choice. It may not be sung by bards on the mainland, but Holy Light will know about our fight in this shadow war.
He will know you are a good boy."
"You two are so good at talking, I can't refute every word you say."
Yrel put on her boots and put the cracked holy blade back into the scabbard. She patted her holy book and said loudly:
"Then, let us eradicate these harmful people in one go today! Marshal Lothar's army is about to enter Hillsbrad Foothills, and it's time for us to join up with our companions.
I'm not sure whether I got enlightenment from this journey of faith wandering, but my Holy Light did become warmer because of it.
Nubodon, where are they?"
"In the swamp in front of us, Elemental Spirits is watching them for me."
Shaman said:
"They felt that a disaster was coming, and they had exhausted all means but could not prevent the three legends from penetrating into their territory. They had done many evil things and had already guessed that what we represented was the end of "Marsh Witch Coven".
They will not just put down their weapons and surrender.
It's going to be a tough battle ahead."
"Then please Holy Light protect us, or let those witches capture us and send us to other places. I'm really fed up with this quagmire!"
Yrel jumped up, calling Holy Light to bless the three of them, and pulled out a Light Weaver Warband standard shield from the bag. Maraad also took out the glorious Hand of the Fire Lord war hammer.
Nubodon Seeing the posture of the two people, they couldn't help but mourn for the swamp witches.
How come a third-rate cult group that practices black witchcraft in the Gilneas countryside has attracted the Lightforged people who are holding artifacts?
This wave may really be because Holy Light couldn't stand the perverse behavior of these witches for many years, so he arranged for the three of them to come over to slay demons.
Thinking of this, Nubodon no longer held back, summoned his Fire Lord form·Holy Fire Elemental, and issued an order to turn the fiercely burning flame spirit into a ball of scorched meteorites and smash into the swamp mire ahead.
Although he has always behaved very gently, who in his right mind would like to wander in the swamp?
Nubodon is also angry in his heart, okay?
The combat itself is lackluster.
It's not like there is really a Old God or Greater Demon hidden here. The local cult is not difficult to deal with. In just ten minutes, the witch coven that has existed in Gilneas's Black Forest for hundreds of years will be wiped out by three people.
Cults like this are really blooming everywhere in Azeroth.
It is said that there was a similar Thornspeaker Witch society in Kul Tiras's Drustvar Mountains, and the mountain people there were also annoyed by them. As a result, those country witches, probably out of ambition, actually got involved with the Burning Legion demons, and were subsequently wiped out by the Kul Tiras fleet.
Although there is indeed no distinction between evil and inferiority, there is a saying that some evils are not worthy of carrying the shoes of others.
A few hours later, the three Yrel appeared at the entrance to the swamp. People in nearby villages were worried that something might happen to them and sent a night watchman to wait for them at the entrance of the swamp.
Then, the old drunkard saw Yrel leading two dirty children out of the swamp. Maraad behind him was carrying two on his shoulders and one on his back, as was Nubodon.
Behind them were some children who were supporting each other. Everyone was injured, covered in mud, and still had a look of fear on their faces. These little ones followed the three powerful "knights" closely, not daring to fall behind.
These are the recently missing children from nearby villages. They were captured by witches and performed various unseemly sacrifices in exchange for some sad powers.
This is what Yrel hates most about these witches.
Their ignorance and ignorance prevent them from even finding a devil who pays a high price to sell their souls, but their cruelty and callousness allow them to cause destructive power to the people nearby that is comparable to the Burning Legion devil.
"Oh my god, Holy Light really brought you back! And these poor children, their parents will cry to death."
The night watchman jumped up. After receiving confirmation from Yrel that Marsh Witch Coven had been destroyed, the old man jumped onto his lame horse and rushed back to the village to announce the good news.
So when the three heroes returned to the village, they received the treatment a hero deserves.
The villagers had tried their best to collect valuable things, but they still made Yrel feel shabby. She was going to be Draenei Clan Grand Executor's woman in the future, so how could she value such a shabby remuneration.
If this spreads out, won't other Star Sea Clan laugh at it?
So she decisively and resolutely refused these goods, which of course earned her the title of "kind and kind".
After staying in the swamp for several days, the three of them had a satisfying meal and drank a lot. They decided to rest in the village for one night and then set off to Hillsbrad Foothills to join the pioneers of Marshal Lothar tomorrow.
Yrel thinks they should go to Southshore.
According to the locals, it has been occupied by Dragonborn of Lordaeron for some time, and Marshal Lothar will definitely send people to seize that important dock.
"Let's go straight there!"
Some drunk Yrel slapped the table and said:
"The battle with the swamp witches made me very unsatisfied. I want to find a fight with the real dangerous guys! Although Lordaeron and Dragonborn are also weak in my opinion, at least they can fight to their heart's content.
By the way, it's hard to find the devil now Northern Borderlands."
Nubodon thinks this is a good idea.
He thought they could find a boat from the nearby coast and go directly to Southshore without having to go over the mountains. But before he could speak, Maraad suddenly grabbed the cup on the table and smashed it against the window, and then a beast-like whimper sounded in the darkness.
"It's a werewolf!"
Great Uncle stood up and said:
"A werewolf is listening, chase!"
The three of them got interested, summoned their respective mounts and chased out, blocking the werewolf not far from the town, but what was surprising was that this guy was still wearing leather armor.
At first glance, he doesn't look like one of those low-level werewolves who can't even speak.
"Don't fight! I'm here to deliver a message, three brave men."
The werewolf held his head and howled and said:
"King Genn heard that Lightforged was active near Black Forest, so he asked me to come over and deliver a letter inviting three people to meet with His Majesty. We are in trouble. Maybe you can help."
This caused the three people to exchange glances, and Yrel stepped forward and asked:
"Aren't you at war with Lordaeron Dragonborn? Is there any trouble that requires Holy Light to intervene? And doesn't Gilneas not have Priest?
Although werewolf disease is rampant, this is still the land of Holy Light, and we can feel that Holy Light still shines here."
"So, the three of us are not the ones King Genn really wants to invite."
Nubodon put his hand on Yrel's shoulder and reminded:
"What it is looking for is Vigilant, and it lacks a way to contact Commander Diakum."
"Well, this is interesting."
Yrel grinned and said:
"Back when Mount Hyjal was fighting the black and white wolves, Marshal Lothar invited you to stay, but King Genn decisively refused to meet. How arrogant it was at that time.
It has only been less than half a year, how come the wolves are in such a state of decline?"
"Stop your sarcastic remarks, blue-skinned woman."
The captured werewolf bared its teeth and said:
"This time it's really a big trouble. Our northern lord was kidnapped by the Lordaeron people. There are ancient sickle-clawed werewolves in the opposing camp. These days, our wolves are constantly rebelling under the command of King Terenas.
We cannot resist the call of Scythe of Elune, and now the entire Silverpine Forest is their territory.
Don't you understand yet?
Terenas has blocked all the roads leading to the Tirisfal area. It has become extremely difficult for Lothar to kill him in the past. Your Majesty is indeed coming to you to pray for help, but it will not do you any harm, so you just say whether you can help or not?"
This werewolf's mouth is pretty good.
At least it convinced Yrel.
Little Hoof removed the holy blade from its charred neck, looked at the other two people, and Maraad said:
"We won't go to your wolf lair. God knows what your intentions are. Find another place to talk! If King Genn is really sincere, bring a small number of people to Black Forest. It will also take time for us to summon Vigilant.
So, if it doesn't come tomorrow morning, let's forget it!"
The werewolf was obviously dissatisfied with Maraad's arrogance, but it took a look at the magic weapons on these three people, and finally did not dare to take action. It turned around and ran into the shadows and quickly disappeared.
"Vigilant and White Wolf God Goldrinn have an agreement about the sickle-clawed werewolf and Scythe of Elune. This time we just happened to catch up."
Maraad has been following Dick for a long time, and he explained the whole story to his companions.
The three of them then rushed to the place where they had fought before. In a hunter's cabin outside Black Forest, Maraad activated Light Weaver Warband's communication device and informed Diakum of what happened here.
He originally thought that Vigilant might take a while to respond. After all, Commander Diakum had too many major things to consider.
But they didn't expect that not even five minutes after the message was sent, the three of them felt Holy Light gathering abnormally in front of them. Then, above the bonfire in the hunter's cabin, amidst a scorching light Gleam, Diakum wearing Judgment Armor strode out.
Come here!
It's not even an incarnation descending.
No, are you so free? I just called you and you couldn't wait to come over?
Yrel looked at Diakum with strange eyes. If I had known you were so idle, I should have summoned you to stretch your hands and feet when we were fighting the swamp witches. Maybe Vigilant's personal arrival would have scared those third-rate witches to death.
"Ahem, Twins Archbishop is back. They are "handing over work" with Archbishop Nali. I don't think it is convenient for me to disturb the "friendly communication" of the three ladies, so I came over to see you three."
Dick explained in a low-key manner, then looked around and said:
"You just dealt with Marsh Witch Coven from Black Forest? But why are you so rough? There is an evil beast from Sea of Darkness peeping in the shadows here."
"Huh?"
Yrel's eyes widened and he saw Vigilant pushing the door out and throwing a ball of Holy Light in a certain direction.
Like a small shining meteorite smashing into the swamp, there was a scream that was so piercing that it penetrated the soul, echoing in Black Forest, full of resentment and despair before destruction.
"Shadewock."
He turned back to the three of them and explained:
"A vicious dragon that lives in Sea of Darkness, walks in dreams, devours the sanity of all living beings, and tortures the minds of others until they go crazy.
These guys are vicious helpers summoned by the swamp witches. Well, at this point in time, they should not have summoned something as terrifying as "Moon Eater Baku", otherwise the three of you will be in more danger.
Don't underestimate the backcountry of Gilneas, even I would find it troublesome to see some sickly ancient forces roaming in this Black Forest."
"It's just tricky, but not invincible."
Yrel flattered and said:
"Your biggest problem is that you are too modest."
"My biggest problem is that I am too tolerant of you! You are over a hundred years old and not mature at all. How can you become a respected Grand Executor in the future?"
Diakum had a straight face, staring at Yrel with the eyes on Judgment Armor's cold mask, until Little Hoof lowered his head Confession, and then he waved his hand.
He threw out three armed cabinets and said:
"Steamwheedle Cartel has sent the first batch of "Inquisitor Armament". The three of you are on this trip to punish evil and defend justice. Holy Light praises your Consecration, so I will also give you a reward.
Put on this War Armor!
Become a Judgment person walking under the light and continue to uphold justice for those who have suffered injustice."
"Yeah!"
Yrel cheered.
She opened the weapon cabinet and saw the exquisite and majestic Judgment warrior weapon inside, her eyes filled with love.
But before Yrel could change into War Armor, bursts of wolf howls sounded outside Black Forest, so fast that Maraad couldn't help but show a surprised expression.
"It seems that the problems they encountered are quite troublesome. This King Genn came a little too fast."
He said to Diakum:
"As you said, what is hidden under the shadow of Northern Borderlands is indeed beyond our expectations."
"But here we are."
Dick said:
"We are here to solve these darknesses. May Holy Light bless this land."