This chaotic era produced many heroes and brought many untold Legendary to the surface.
But very few have truly reached the pinnacle and are qualified to glimpse the realm of the gods.
Uther is one of them.
As the Grand Master of the Order of the Silver Hand, the Regent of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the core of the Holy Light faith in the entire human world and even the entire Eastern Kingdoms, and the Archbishop recognized by everyone, he has reached the pinnacle of mortals in terms of seniority, prestige, status, and strength.
Above him are only gods and Holy Light.
The situation in Lordaeron has stabilized, Order of the Silver Hand are thriving.
His presence also calmed down the factional strife that had already begun and was even close to erupting.
With Legendary Paladin like Tirion Fordring and Old Mograine, as well as Fenna, Gavinrad, Baron Maxwell, and other veteran Grand Knight, along with several young Grand Knight and numerous high- and mid-ranking Paladin the backbone of the order, the Order of the Silver Hand have long been the undisputed number one Legion in the entire Eastern Kingdoms.
Even the currently powerful Seventh Legion is no match for the Order of the Silver Hand in overall strength.
Uther, as always, became a spiritual leader, no longer needing to concern himself with those complicated and trivial matters.
Under these circumstances, he naturally has higher aspirations.
Status, glory, prestige—none of these are what he seeks, because he already possesses them.
Ever since he saw the scenery of the Demigod world with the help of the Holy Hammer of the Silver Hand, he inevitably became filled with longing for that world.
Who wouldn't want to stay in such a beautiful world forever?
Having witnessed the dazzling lights of big cities at dusk, who would want to experience the loneliness and desolation of a small mountain village?
However, Demigod world is still Demigod world.
The boundary between mortals and gods is not so easy to cross.
Over countless millennia, countless beings have ascended to the pinnacle of mortal power, such as the Sun King Anasterian, Illidan, and Arthas.
But how many have truly entered the realm of Demigod?
Anasterian eventually grew old, his strength declining rather than improving, and he was ultimately no match for Arthas, who had only recently acquired Frostmourne.
Arthas obtained Frostmourne, but failed to acquire the Lich King Helm, thus stopping at the High-tier Legendary.
Illidan lived for ten thousand years and was still High-tier Legendary.
If he hadn't obtained the Skull of Gul'dan and its power and knowledge, he wouldn't have been able to reach the Demigod realm.
Malfurion is powerful enough, but unless he summons the power of nature to aid him, he is not even as good as Illidan.
Compared to those people, Uther is not strong enough.
He thought he might need decades to bridge these gaps, and then try to cross the divide between humans and gods under the Holy Light and the Titans ' blessing.
Or perhaps, they will never be able to enter the realm of Demigod in their entire lives.
Although he longed for it immensely, he knew very well:
My chances are slim.
Until Jiang Jie found him.
What exactly happened that night, no one knows.
All that is known is that early the next morning, Uther entered the Royal Palace of Lordaeron, resigned from the title of "Regent" and all other titles except "Grand Master of the Order of the Silver Hand " and "Archbishop of the Holy Light," and then left Lordaeron.
No one knows where he went.
Some say he went to Southshore, bought a small boat, and went out to sea.
How far can a small fishing boat travel?
Can't go to the deep sea, right?
One eyewitness thought so.
Then I started to worry:
Lord Lightbringer, are you really going to sink to the bottom of the sea and become fish food?
Of course, with the intervention of various forces, these rumors quickly disappeared.
Few people actually know where Uther is.
A full month passed, and the small fishing boat miraculously crossed the Great Sea and arrived at a lonely archipelago.
Then, the fishing boat docked, Uther disembarked.
At this moment, his face was weathered, and he was dressed in simple clothes, showing no trace of the glory of the " Lightbringer ".
Even the only Holy Hammer of the Silver Hand, had become a dull and ordinary hammer; if thrown into a blacksmith's shop, no one would even bother with it.
He looked like an ordinary old man, a fisherman who was struggling to make ends meet.
But in reality, his eyes were bright and piercing, and the Holy Light energy within him was greater than ever before.
He was a member of the Brotherhood of the Light.
He was not of noble birth, but just an ordinary commoner.
He started as a soldier, and although he joined the Brotherhood of the Light, he was not Priest and held a low position.
He was fortunate enough to be chosen by his teacher, Faol, to become one of the original five Paladin. At that time, he was already quite old, more than twenty years older than the youngest, Turalyon.
He has always believed in the Holy Light and has never wavered.
Anyone can be corrupted, but he could never be.
The Holy Light has always been watching over him, and he has always been pursuing the Holy Light.
However, his life over the years has left him with little time to pursue the Holy Light.
During that month, he abandoned all worldly affairs, lived a simple and frugal life, and wandered around, but ironically, he got closer to the Holy Light.
Looking up, there was a towering, black cliff.
He unfolded the map and nodded.
That's right, this is Stormheim.
At the highest point of that mountain stands an ancient building, the Halls of Valor.
That was his destination.
Abandon ship and proceed on foot.
There were many Murloc on the beach who sometimes attacked him, but he quickly drove them away.
He walked step by step to the end of the beach, and then began to climb to the top.
He was neither a hunter nor a wandering knight, and he wasn't good at climbing.
But the Holy Light granted him inexhaustible energy, making him tireless.
Finally, he reached the highest point and stood before Halls of Valor.
This is a long, cast-iron road, somewhat similar to the Path of the Titans in Northrend, both being so wide and magnificent, clearly not prepared for mortals.
It was created for the Titan-forged!
There was no one on either side, nor any Vrykul.
Uther looked up at the magnificent Halls of Valor, then continued walking forward.
Jiang Jie had told him that arriving here meant he had completed the initial trial, and someone would come to pick him up to begin the real trial, a trial that only the most outstanding Warrior could complete.
The master of Halls of Valor believed that only the Vrykul could complete the trial, and that humans could never do so.
Jiang Jie said that someone needs to break Odyn's prejudice.
But Jiang Jie said that he was no longer suited to such a challenge because it was meaningless.
Therefore, the one most qualified and most likely to complete this challenge is Uther.
Once he completes this challenge, Uther will be qualified to step into the realm of Demigod.
So he came.
He continued walking forward and finally arrived at the gates of Halls of Valor.
Then he saw a giant, a giant that was over ten meters tall.
He recognized the giant.
He is Jotun, Tyr's assistant, and Lesser Titan Keepers.
"Come with me, Uther."
Jotun turned and walked towards Halls of Valor: "Your trial begins now!"
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