When Little Prince held Oathkeeper and walked into Tomb on the right, before he could clearly see the scene in Tomb, the stone door behind him suddenly fell.
The heavy Great Door hit the ground, splashing dust all over the ground. This movement startled Anduin. He looked back and saw that there were mysterious patterns on the stone door Carved, which were silver and formed a steel-like Silver Fist.
Anduin recognizes that sign and is very familiar with it.
But before he could speak, a deep breathing sounded behind him.
The voice was so clear in the quiet Tomb that it startled Little Prince. He turned around and saw the shadow standing up from the throne above the ring, as well as the overly thin Vrykul.
"Hey... another challenger... will you be the one I'm looking for?"
That Vrykul stood up from his dusty throne and moved a step forward. In an instant, the entire dark Tomb lit up, and Anduin saw the appearance of that Vrykul.
He was fully armed, wearing old armor, which was covered with dizzying battle marks. Even the steel in some places had been damaged, and he had been replaced with armor of completely different colors, which looked like patches. In addition, this Vrykul was much thinner than the average Vrykul, making him look quite funny.
But the real Warrior will never laugh at the old Vrykul in front of him who seems to fall to the ground if the wind blows. Neither will anyone who has been on the battlefield.
The meaning of this armor has long surpassed its inconspicuous appearance. Looking at the scars on the armor, Anduin can even imagine how many battles its owner went through wearing it before it became what it is now. It is the memory that has been rotated through the ruthless years and time and finally remained.
What can withstand the erosion of time is either a meaningless dead thing, or a will as strong as stone.
The existence in front of me is obviously the latter.
After the dilapidated Horned Helm, Anduin could only see a pair of dim eyes. Those eyes were full of exhaustion, but they also represented persistence. He has not fallen yet, because the mission has not yet been completed. Finally, he looked at the Oathkeeper in Anduin's hand that exuded starlight, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. Then he leaned over slightly, jumped down from the high platform, and landed on the ground, staggering.
But his body shook, and finally stopped in place. Then he reached out and took out something from behind, and placed it on the ground with a thud. At this moment, the whole ground seemed to tremble.
It was a shield, golden yellow as a whole, mixed with white and silver decorations, with a slowly rotating disk in the center. The moment Vrykul's hand touched the shield, the disk began to rotate slowly, and the blue Runes on it lit up one by one. The blue lines pierced out along the four grooves of the shield's central ring, forming a cross-shaped starlight mark on the shield.
The bottom of the shield is silver, and the wings are engraved in the same shape as Wings. There are also blue-purple metal strips fixed on them, making this shield look as beautiful as a work of art.
This elegant shield didn't match Vrykul's tattered armor at all, but when Vrykul put his hands on the surface of the shield, he and the shield almost merged into one, and it turned into a heavy shield, like a mountain, blocking Anduin's face, making his breathing a little difficult.
And the moment he saw this shield, Little Prince also understood what his Trial was... that was it!
That shield!
But can I defeat this Vrykul who is as tall as a mountain?
Little Prince didn't know, he didn't even dare to guess. The gap between the two was so big that it was unimaginable.
The worst thing is that when Vrykul raised his left hand, Oathkeeper held by Anduin slowly dissipated into a bright blue starlight and disappeared from his palm, The next moment, it appeared in the hands of Vrykul. At this moment, the Longsword, which was only glowing slightly in Anduin's hand, blossomed into its own splendor.
Paired with the gold and silver heavy shield, it looks perfect, and the starlight on the blade is even more dazzling like Heaven stars.
"Truthguard..."
Vrykul used Longsword to hit the shield he held in his right hand, making a soft bang. He looked at Anduin and assumed a fighting posture.
"Come! Try to defeat me and prove that you are my Heir! Come and prove that you are the Heir of this shield!"
"I... I can't do it!"
Anduin retreated in fear until his back was pressed against by a palm, and then the familiar voice sounded in his ears,
"If you don't give it a try, how will you know you can't do it?"
Little Prince turned around in surprise, and saw Dick standing behind him at some point. The stone door was still closed, and he didn't know how Paladin came in. He was wearing ordinary Black Hunting Outfit, with the Blue and White big cloak, and the fluff on both sides was wrapped around his body, making him look reassuring.
In fact, he has always been very reassuring.
Dick smiled and stretched out his hand to rub Anduin's somewhat scattered hair into a mess, then stepped over him and walked to the opposite side of Vrykul. He looked at Seeing Vrykul in front of him, the smile on his face faded and became serious and deep. He stretched out his left hand, and a silver light bloomed in the palm of his hand, flowing quickly to both sides, and finally formed a long-handled Warhammer.
Crystal has the same hammer surface, and Fist breaks through the obstructing hammer body. Overflowing silver light moves back and forth on the surface of Warhammer, and finally converges to the center of Warhammer. Dick places it on the ground in front of him, and the body of Vrykul in front of him also trembles.
Not out of fear, but out of excitement.
"Tyr's... are you... his Heir?"
"Yes, Ymiron, I know you... From the mouths of Archaedas and Ironaya, I know your heroic feats when you were alone for Tyr. You are the real Hero. It's a pity that I took too long to come here, but... it's not too late, with Tyr In the name of Heir, let me ask you, are you willing to return under the banner of Order?"
Dick looked at the Vrykul Champion who raised his head in front of him, Pride, and never surrendered. He asked in a deep voice,
"Are you willing to fight for the justice of this world and Truth again? Just like the oath you swore when you raised Truthguard in front of Tyr."
Vrykul seemed to be stunned by this question. He thought for a few seconds and nodded gently.
"I would like to, but... it seems that the world doesn't want to give me much time anymore."
He took off his Helm with a wry smile, revealing his extremely thin, almost skinny face, "I have no time, I am dying, as long as I step out of this Tomb and come into contact with the outside air, I will die. In fact, in these years, if I had not been supported by the will to find a Heir for Truthguard, I am afraid I would have collapsed long ago."
"I really want to fight again, to fight heartily again, but my heart that is about to stop is telling me, my Pain body is telling me, and even my dim eyes are telling me... I don't have that chance."
"No, these are not problems!"
Dick's right hand tilted into the air, a purple Lightning shattered the Teleportation Stone in his palm, and then a Lightning overflowing Portal appeared on At Dick's hand, he could vaguely see a Lightning surging stone platform over there, and a figure that looked like Dragon was lying on it, receiving Lightning's injection into his body. It seemed to be a kind of transformation, but also like a kind of strengthening of the body.
The paladin looked at Igrim, the first warrior of the Midon Vrykul who pledged allegiance to Tyr, a former battlefield butcher, and a guardian who had turned back his prodigal son. The corners of his mouth curved upward.
"I will compensate you for the ten thousand years you wasted! You can fight for another ten thousand years! As long as you are willing!"
Vrykul's body trembled again. He tried to see some emotion in Dick's eyes, but there was no such thing. Those eyes... Although they were different from the eyes of the adult in his memory, with less firmness and more softness, they could still go straight to the bottom of his heart.
"Okay! I do!"
Ymiron put down the sword in his hand and looked at Dick, "But I only fight for Order and Truth! Not for your will!"
Dick lowered his head, Fire of Justice disappeared in his hand, he muttered,
"Anyway, on my side... everything is fine."
Paladin turned sideways and looked at Anduin who looked worried, then looked at Ymiron,
"Then I won't bother you with Truthguard's Trial, but... I have a small suggestion. You can suppress your own strength to the same level as my disciples."
Dick glanced at Anduin,
"When the gap in strength is too large, this kind of Trial means little, and I believe that if he can be recognized by Oathkeeper, his Obsession for a certain belief is worthy of recognition. The only thing that needs to be considered is that he may belong to the future, not the present."
Ymiron thought for a moment after hearing this, then spread his hands,
"But I can't do it... too much time has passed, my control over my power has weakened, and I can no longer suppress my power. Moreover, what you said makes sense. If it is him now, there is no chance of winning... I can move Trial's time back..."
"No need!"
Dick waved his hand, and after some foreshadowing, he revealed his thoughts, "Then if I strengthen him to an appropriate level, it shouldn't be considered a violation, right? Anduin will be my Heir. As long as it doesn't violate fairness, I think I should be able to give him some help."
Ymiron waved his hand, seemingly not caring about this blatant "cheating".
So Dick turned around and glanced at Anveena, who flapped his wings and landed on Anduin's shoulders. Dick put his Windfury also pierced the ground in front of Anduin, as well as Naaru's Shield's ring. The ring inlaid with khaki amber was stuffed into Little Prince's hand.
"To be able to get here, you have already completed more than half of your Trial. Ymiron will not kill you. So, this time, show him all your understanding of Holy Light. Anduin, tell me, are you afraid?"
Little Prince raised his head and looked at Dick. Mentor's familiar face showed caution and a touch of expectation. He probably hoped that he could pass this Trial.
This is his Mentor. When he rescued Anduin from Black Dragon Drakonid, it occupied a very special place in his heart. He brought Little Prince the warmth of a father. During the period when Varian was in poor condition, it also gave him the sense of security as a protector.
Later, when Little Prince slowly grew up and became Paladin, and experienced so many things about the Bizarre Realm, the figure of Dick was already a little blurry in his heart, and at this moment, Little Prince looked at those eyes, and what appeared in his eyes was the figure of Dick wearing Judgment Armor, taking Wings of Light from behind, and leading him into Stormwind Keep's back.
Then, Anduin suddenly knew what Dick meant to him.
The person you want to be!
Idol, admirer, yes, facing those expectant eyes, Anduin nodded,
"I'm not afraid! I want to be a strong Paladin like you! So I can't fail here!"
Dick was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, reaching out to mess up Little Prince's hair.
"Then go! Let me see... my disciple, how far can you go!"
After saying that, Paladin took a step back and stood outside the battlefield. Little Prince held Windfury in his hand. Although this sword looked very large and sharp, just like the style of Two-Handed Greatsword, in fact it only weighed as much as a one-handed sword. Even Anduin could hold it in his hand without much effort.
He wore the ring on his left index finger. According to Dick's teaching, Holy Power from his body was slowly injected into it. Little Prince felt that the ring was It was like a bottomless pit, swallowing up his Holy Power. Lady Anveena, who was standing on his shoulder, curled his lips and put his hand on Anduin's neck.
The next moment, the brilliant Holy Fire and Holy Light emerged from behind Little Prince, and were continuously injected into his body. The flickering Naaru's Shield was also fully activated at this moment, but Anduin could not control it well, so the shield formed was only the most ordinary shape.
It doesn't have the exquisite appearance and lifelike feeling of Dick at all, but it's enough!
He bent down slightly, blocking Light Shield in front of him like Ymiron opposite him, and pressed Longsword in his hand against the surface of the shield.
The huge Holy Power from Sunwell Spirit is rolling in his not-so-tall body. Opposite him is Hero, which has left a glorious track in history tens of thousands of years ago. He is fighting for a piece of Artifact that represents justice and Truth.
Finally...Anduin, he also embarked on his own path.