On the third day after Demon-Slaying War ended, Dick woke up from a deep sleep.
He was lying on Command Room's bed, but his consciousness was still on the Demon-Slaying battlefield. As soon as he opened his eyes, he jumped up from the bed. As a result, he was so weak that Pain's body also let out an overwhelmed scream. Dick jumped in the air, and then fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed shape.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and Dick rubbed his head and got up from the ground.
Almost no part of my chest, abdomen, legs, or whole body was normal except for my left arm which didn't hurt. It was a tingling sensation, just like the feeling after being burned.
Paladin moved his body to the chair with difficulty, opened the drawer, took out Archmage's Smoking Pipe, sucked in the air-conditioning, and held it in his mouth.
"Wisdom Is Priceless!"
The secret word was spoken, and full tobacco leaves appeared in the empty Ebony Smoking Pipe, and then the fire was automatically lit.
"Fur... comfortable..."
White smoke enveloped Dick's face. He leaned on the chair, stretched out his other hand in front of his eyes, and a familiar number jumped into his eyes.
"Dick Tang"
"Lord"
"23 years old, male, healthy"
"Strength 180 (+60), Agility 180 (+60), Stamina 1150 (+300), Holy Power 650 (+300)"
"Class Template: Paladin-When the opponent is a non-Order creature, the damage is increased by 100%"
"Lord template: Stratholme. Follower-Elite Paladin Liadrin"
Evaluation: Dragon's Power has been activated. Although it is the entry-level Blessing, you may have a nickname in the future, called "Dragon Knight"?"
Dick's eyes widened, Dragon's Power with "all attributes +30", this is Salvation from last time The rewards for Green Dragon Queen and Eranikus were blessings given to Dick by Eranikus who had regained his sanity. It is said that they will open after they are fully integrated with the body. So Dick is not curious.
What really surprised him was: his real Stamina, that is, endurance and life, had strangely doubled!
"What is going on? Is the plug-in I paid for finally activated?"
Dick said to himself as he held Fist tightly and felt the blood flowing in his body. As expected, both the toughness of the body and the viscosity of the blood have improved a lot, which means that Dick's ability to resist blows and heal has improved a lot.
Although it was not like the numerical value, which doubled out of thin air, this "unexpected surprise" still made Dick's face become solemn.
The inexplicable increase in strength is not simply a good thing, especially in the wonderful world of Azeroth. There are many ways to make a person's strength increase several times out of thin air, but without exception, it is a fatal situation.
"Anveena, do you know... what happened after I fell into coma?"
Dick put his fingers on the Holy Hammer handle on the weapon rack beside the table, and the little loli's feeble voice came into Dick's mind.
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! People don't want to care about you! It's so uncomfortable..."
"What's wrong?"
Dick asked with a frown. He noticed that the light on Holy Hammer had also become thinner, which made him a little worried. In the crisis-ridden Demon battle In the field, without the free "Holy Light Unsheathed" provided by Fire of Justice, Combat Strength of Dick will be reduced by at least one-fifth out of thin air.
Although he usually dotes on Anveena and tries not to disturb Sunwell Spirit's sleep, but when it comes to matters like his own life, he can't help the little loli acting recklessly.
"Oh! I don't know... I just feel that my compatibility with Holy Hammer is getting higher and higher! It may take some time to truly connect myself with Holy Hammer. It's so uncomfortable! Idiot,
When people complete this connection, your Holy Hammer can become bigger or smaller~!" "..."
Dick rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, this function is completely unattractive.
"Besides changing the size, is there any other function? For example, it can triple the size of my Combat Strength..."
"Get out!"
Anveena's roar shook back and forth in Dick's head. Paladin covered his ears, but it was of no use. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and surrender.
"Okay! Your state has already affected Holy Hammer... how long do you need? Also, tell me what happened after I fell into coma?"
"I don't know how long it will take! And I don't want to talk right now. It's so uncomfortable!"
"..."
"Idiot! Go and see for yourself!"
Along with Anveena Pain's whimpering, a weak force came from Holy Hammer's hammer handle. Dick didn't resist. His vision went dark, and he felt like he had entered a fantasy world from a third-party perspective.
In front of his eyes, Grom's weak body was falling from Pit Lord's head, and his Blood Red's War Axe remained in On Mannoroth's completely chopped skull, hot Dark Green blood continued to explode on his red body, and Orc Blademaster finally fell powerlessly on the dusty battlefield.
At this time, a staggering figure rushed to Mannoroth, whose body had swelled three times and was about to explode. Two hands were placed on Pit Lord's body, and then there was a creepy sound of a buffalo drinking water.
"Gu... Gu..."
Amidst this rhythmic flow of liquid, Mannoroth's swollen body unexpectedly calmed down. As time went by, its lifeless body shrank further. Finally, after ten minutes of sucking, Mannoroth's body disappeared. What was left in place was a huge Bones and an ugly skull that was chopped open by an axe.
The Blood Red and War Axe were left straight on the top of the skull.
The vines of Blood Red are separated from the tops of the ten fingers. Among the white Bones, the ones of Spread seem to be pulled out tree roots, shocking and dense.
Finally, the swaying figure withdrew his hands, and the slender Blood Red branches were retracted into his fingertips like flowing snakes.
The figure turned around, lowered his head, took two steps forward, and then fell to the ground. Before he fell, his face flashed in front of the ferocious-looking Dick, and the entire environment turned into darkness, and then disappeared.
Paladin's Fist made a squeaking sound. He bit Smoking Pipe and squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
"Fandral Staghelm...Bloody Oak... Fuck!"
"Dang~"
The low bells rang in the depths of Flameblade Canyon, which had been completely purged for three days.
30 Wolf Riders in traditional costumes stood not far away, singing the ballad of the Warsong Clan in a low voice. 10 fully armed Paladin walked on both sides, carrying heavy Stone Sarcophagi, Dick was wearing Black Formalwear. Next to him stood Young Lady and Liadrin in black long skirts. Behind him stood Erigor and Darion with solemn faces.
The strongest Herod was naked, holding the white skull left by Pit Lord on his shoulders, and walked in front of Stone Sarcophagi.
Even the Elfs rarely sent a few Emissarys. They came from Mount Hyjal and brought condolences from Tyrande, Malfurion and Jarod.
Thrall and Varok were still wrapped in thick bandages, but the two Orcs, each with a shovel, were silently leveling the graveyard that had already been dug.
The stone tablet carefully carved by the Dwarvess of the First Expeditionary Army was placed in front of the cemetery. It was a black stone tablet with the life story of Hero and the prayer written by Thrall for him engraved on it.
"Here lies Grom·Grommash Hellscream,
Chieftain of the Warsong Clan.
The beginning and end of our nation's the Cursed are closely related to it.
His name means "Giant's Heart" in our ancient language,
He lives up to his name!
His giant body stands in front of Mannoroth like Iron Tower, winning freedom and glory for us with his blood. Salute to you!
My brother, may Warsong Clan never fade away.?"
This was also the prayer that Thrall, with red eyes, recited in grief before Stone Sarcophagi was buried in the ground.
This was probably the first time Commanders from First Expeditionary Force attended the funeral of a Orcs. But at this moment, in this scene where the atmosphere was solemn and suffocating, no one expressed their disdain and hatred, and no one stared at those tall Orcs with hatred.
Maybe from today on, when they meet on the battlefield, they will desperately cut their weapons into each other's bodies, but at least at this moment, Grom used his own sacrifice to open a path to peace for the two blood-enmity races.
All Warrior, all veterans, worship Hero, and in this era of chaos, we need such Hero, more than ever, we need the emergence of Hero!
Stone Sarcophagi covered the soil, and everyone stepped forward in order and placed the white flowers in their hands on the black stone tablet. Orcs put his Dagger and dagger in Tomb. This is Blessing's own Chieftain. After going to another world, Chieftain and his brothers will not lack weapons to kill enemies.
This is a glorious tradition.
Dick stepped forward, he took off his Great Crusader's Sword from his waist, bent down and placed it among the pile of weapons, and put his left hand on his chest.
"I wish you a safe journey, my comrade, my brother!"
Seeing Dick's actions, Thrall did not stop him. Dick had this power. Although no one knows what happened in the end that day, was the last one to faint. Thrall, it is certain that it was Dick who inspired Courage of Grom. Otherwise, with Orc Blademaster's state at the time, it would have been impossible to complete that incredible counterattack.
"Wait, Dick!"
Thrall stopped Dick, who turned around and saw Warchief taking Blood Red's ax from Varok's hand, with Dark Green's blood stains on it.
This is a pure black Heavy War Axe. Even from the perspective of Dwarves, who is the most picky about weapons, this is a nearly perfect weapon. Cruel and wild, ferocious and powerful, all the qualities belonging to Warrior can be found in this weapon.
The thick barb-shaped Heavy Axe blade and the animal bone spurs on the back of War Axe give this weapon a barbaric style. The black animal skin is cut into strips and wrapped around the ax handle, giving this weapon a restrained demeanor.
Dick Doubt looked at Thrall, watching him hand the War Axe belonging to Grom to his eyes,
"Take it, Dick. At the last moment of Grom... my brother's life, he handed it over to you. He said that he hoped you would hand it over to its next owner. This War Axe is named..."
"It's called Gorehowl, a weapon passed down by the Grommash Hellscream family for thousands of years, the symbol of the Warsong Clan, the hand of the patriarch!"
Dick interrupted Thrall, and he looked at Orcs Warchief seriously,
"Is it really appropriate to hand this weapon with such obvious symbolism to a human being?"
Thrall had an ugly smile on his not-so-pretty face, and his blue eyes were filled with Sorrow,
"Orcs A new country and a new home have been established. That world, the world that left us with tragic memories, has no meaning. We can't go back. I give it to you in the hope that it can become a memorial to the peace of Orcs and Theramore."
Dick took a deep breath. Facing this legendary weapon, which man wouldn't like it? His hands were trembling a little, but in the end he stretched out and grasped Gorehowl's ax handle.
He even felt that the War Axe trembled at this moment, as if it was resisting, but it quickly calmed down.
"Don't worry, Thrall, I know what Grom means, and I will find its true owner for it!"
Dick held War Axe in his hand, feeling the heaviness, the wildness and blood rushing towards his face, he narrowed his eyes,
"In the name of a Paladin! I swear, I will make its owner worthy of it!"