To be honest, Old Fordring was very disappointed when he first saw the legendary Anduin Wrynn.
He is a great knight who was born in the heyday of the empire. He is a paladin who abides by the doctrine. He is a rigid and serious old man. He himself has doubts about accepting Anduin to join the order. He hopes that Anduin can be an outstanding person.
, a perfect paladin, which can at least alleviate some of the impact of his joining the order.
However, Anduin's first appearance disappointed him.
A half-year-old child, with still childishness on his face, and a kind of unruly free will all over his body, the most important thing is that in front of the representatives of the young knights of the entire Order of the Silver Dawn,
, he even held a little girl in his arms and ran wildly on horseback. Judging from his intimate behavior with the little girl, he was just like a standard dandy born into a noble family.
When Anduin said that he wanted to join the Order State, Old Fordring refused in his heart, but he felt the weight of the wooden box in his hand, the persuasion of the letter from the Pope, and finally the presence of Gore next to him.
The congressman's vaguely threatening eyes made it impossible for Old Fording to say the word "refuse".
He also knew very well how much trouble it would bring to the newly born Order of the Silver Dawn once he refused Anduin to join here.
So after hesitating for a moment, the great knight looked stiff and said somewhat against his will:
"Well, okay...you are indeed as legendary as...well, different."
"Then, you are welcome to join the Order of the Silver Dawn, Anduin Wrynn. Please follow me to Tyr's Hand to rest for a while, and then I will arrange for you to join our system."
The old knight coughed lightly. He looked at Salantia, the little high elf girl in a skirt next to Anduin. He said with some embarrassment:
"But I'm afraid your friend will not be able to join the Order State with you. Currently, our Knights only recruit Paladins..."
"But Salantia is also a Paladin!"
Anduin looked at the stiff-faced old knight in confusion. He took Salandia's hand and said to Fording:
"Both of us are paladins who were baptized by Naaru in the Shattered Sun Chapter in Shattrath City."
"Yes, I am also a Paladin!"
Unlike the simple-minded Anduin, Salandia, a sensitive girl, could feel some of the meaning behind the somewhat indifferent attitude of the old Fording in front of her. She took a step forward and stood next to Anduin, with a cumbersome expression.
The beautiful ornament's left hand was raised, and as her fingers shook, a bright and warm holy light shone in her palm.
The light shone on old Fording's face, causing a flash of surprise in the eyes of the great knight. There are also high elf paladins in the Crusaders, but the number is very small, and Fording also knows that high elves are born with magic addiction.
A terrible curse, they are often addicted to the absorption of magic power. For adults, if they are more determined, they may be able to accept the washing of another kind of energy, but children like Salantia are often unable to
To endure the pain caused by the cleansing of the Holy Light.
At least Fording has never seen an underage high elf who can master the power of the Holy Light, but Salantia did it... This alone represents the potential of this child.
This actually gave Fording an unexpected surprise.
"Well, not bad, not bad!"
Old Fording nodded, his gloomy expression finally improved a little, and he said to Anduin and Salandia:
"Then, come with me."
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"You didn't inform me of this at all!"
Anduin and Salantia's entry into Tyr's hands caused quite a stir. That night, the angry General Abbendis rushed into Old Fordring's office, only to find that Mograine was
The knights and Fording are all here, and even the Grand Inquisitor Isenlien, who has always paid little attention to politics, seems to be waiting for the arrival of Abidis.
"Are you crazy? That kid Anduin may be innocent, but behind him is Tyrion's madman's background! How can you be so reckless!"
The old general said bluntly:
"If Tyrion uses Anduin to divide our new country, then there is no doubt that he may have achieved his goal. Go listen to the complaints of the knights. Fordring, Mograine, you have done something
The stupidest mistake ever!"
"Because of this!"
Fording placed something in front of General Abedis. He looked left and right, and then said to General Abedis:
"This is an exchange we cannot refuse. The reason why we don't tell you is also because of this... His Majesty the Pope believes that the return of this holy object will bring an unimaginable increase in the reputation of the Holy Light Church, and as long as it is
Find it, and all the disputes caused by Anduin will be eliminated! We can't let your stubborn character destroy it."
"This is a true artifact of holy light!"
Grand Inquisitor Isenlien, who had been silent, fiddled with the rosary beads in his hand and said:
"Its return will symbolize that the Order of the Silver Dawn has the power to fight against evil, which is the trump card we lack. Once we find it, the undead people who occupy Stratholme and are eyeing us will
No longer a threat... This is important, Abedis, so I'm sorry, but this time, I'm on Fording's side."
"The Silver Hand, a sacred object left over from ancient times."
The white-haired old Abidis suspiciously read the introduction and text marking the detailed map. He was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head, looked at the great knight in front of him, and said in a deep voice:
"I have indeed heard of this story, but what if it is false? Fording, what if you or Mograine went after this relic and found out that it was a despicable trap by the undead? What if you or Mogg
Lenny died in the battle... Do you know what a terrible blow that was to the entire Holy Light Church and the Order of the Silver Dawn? This is obviously a temptation from the devil, and you are so eager to jump in."
"You are all blinded by power!"
"Yes, your consideration does make sense."
Facing the scolding of General Abedis, Old Fording patiently explained: "But what if it is true? Imagine, Abedis, if we can really find that ancient lost artifact, then it will
It will become the new banner of Holy Light Faith, and Holy Light Walkers across the world will reunite, and it is very likely to be true, because His Holiness the Pope has also recognized this map and that information."
"We all have a grudge against the undead, Abbendis."
Lord Mograine also advised:
"Like you, I have completely experienced the fiasco of Whispering Port. Like you, I have witnessed Emperor Lothar's despair when he died in battle. If possible, we do not want to bow to the undead, but at this critical moment, Abidi
Si, old friend, let go of your inner prejudices first and don’t let hatred dominate your will.”
The persuasion of Lord Mograine did not work. Instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, causing General Abbendis to attack again. His eyes were shining with burning anger. He pointed at the two people in front of him.
A great knight shouted:
"Don't want to bow your head? Go ahead and lie to ghosts!"
"Back then, I tried my best to persuade you how dangerous the naturally born undead were. I suggested that you purify them all before the Dark Blade intervened. How did you do it?"
"You looked forward and backward, and you cowardly negotiated peace with them! What now? We have lost Stratholme City! The strength of those evil undead is increasing every day, and what about us? We have changed from an advantage to a disadvantage!"
"You said that I was blinded by hatred. My brothers, are you not ashamed when you say these words?"
The muscles on General Abidis's face were trembling. Obviously, the desperate battle a few years ago left a huge shadow on him. The desperate pain of witnessing the destruction of his family and country was burning all the time.
Burning his soul, the flame bred by pain flowed in his blood vessels, turning the emotion into a terrible toxin, making the old general in front of him become more stubborn and extreme as time passed:
"I always consider your opinions. If you say I am too radical, fine! I have given up my military power and will no longer interfere with the knights' strategies!"
"You said I was too stubborn, okay! I let my daughter take my place and I tried my best to train her."
"You say I'm too extreme, okay! I gave up my carefully crafted raid plan and followed your appeasement policy. What's the result? What's the result? Tell me, Fording, look into my eyes and tell me! You promised me
Where is my victory?”
The old general took a step back. After all, he was old. He was a little dizzy. He held on to the table next to him to barely keep himself from falling. His breath also became disordered:
"Where is the victory you promised me?"
"I only see our former homeland being openly occupied by the undead; I only see our former people being forced to live with the undead; I only see everything we swore to maintain being crushed bit by bit.
Broken...Lordaeron has become the lair of a group of damn elves who play with dangerous magic. The once sacred Cathedral of Light has become their warehouse. Even the knights under our command are falling bit by bit in their sugar-coated bullets.
Corruption..."
"Now even the adopted son of the King of the Undead has openly walked into the base camp of our hearts and began to spread the terrible ideas wantonly for his evil adoptive father... And he was put in by your own hands..."
"This is the victory you promised me?"
"Is this the future you want? Sorry, I can't see the future... I can't see... Fordring, Mograine, Isillien, old friends, I suspect I'm blind.
..”
The old general staggered and threw the letter in his hand on Old Fording's table. He turned around with difficulty and left. His straight waist became rickety at this moment, as if all the burning energy had been eliminated.
The will is the same.
"Continue to kneel down and worship your new undead master. I want to leave here with my Scarlet Crusade. This place is like a prison, a damn cage that makes beasts willing to give up their last fight. This is not the ending I want.
I'm suffocating here..."
"I want to lead real warriors to do what we want to do..."
"Going to die?"
The always gentle old Fording clenched his fists at this moment. He stood up, looked at Abidis' lonely back, and shouted loudly:
"You are preaching dangerous purification will to those ignorant young people, Abedis, you are leading them to die! If you want to die, you can die on your own, don't drag those innocent young people with you!"
"Enough! Fording!"
Mograine, the knight who couldn't stand it anymore, roared, causing all the disputes to stop at this moment. The knight breathed heavily and said:
"That's enough... This quarrel has no meaning other than dividing us. Abidis, if you still have even the last shred of confidence in us, then give us a little more time. I will go with Fording to find the Holy Spirit."
"Object, if we die...it will prove that you are right, you will be the last leader of the Order of the Silver Dawn, but if we come back alive with the sacred object..."
"Then I'll quit!"
Abidis turned around, and there was a sad smile on the old general's face. He looked like a dying man who had exhausted all his strength. He said softly:
"If you bring it back, then you are heroes, which proves that your judgment is correct and I am wrong... I will withdraw from the Knights Council of the Order of the Silver Dawn and be replaced by my daughter Bridget.
The position of general...I am tired, Fording, Mograine, I am too tired..."
"10 days! Don't torture me anymore. After 10 days, give me a real relief for this coward who should have died in Whispering Harbor..."
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On the other side, in the dark temple suspended above the high-altitude clouds, the great lord sat on his throne, looking at the stretched-out guardian below, Elonaya, another lieutenant of the former God of Justice Tyr.
His friend, Azadas the Shaper of the Earth.
The guardian who lost his body washed his mind in the pure Titan energy, and his new body was made by the restarted Nalaksha engine, with parameters adjusted by Rai himself. This new body was not like
It was originally so bloated and bulky, but instead it was full of slenderness and flexibility, more like a miniature Vrykul warrior.
"So, Lord Azadas, do you have any suggestions for the trial of the Silver Hand left by Lord Tyr?"
The high lord asked in a low voice, and Azadas responded with the deep voice inherent in rock life:
"I don't think mortals are qualified to hold Lord Tyr's sacred weapons... But since it is the request of the Great Guardian Rai, then I am willing to give this upcoming mortal a chance... I will be cleared out again
A test of will is set up in the ruins of Uldaman, allowing the tester to follow the path of the guardian thousands of years ago. If they fail, it will prove that they are not qualified to wave the Silver Hand!"
"Well, it sounds good."
Tyrion rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes, and said to the guardian in front of him:
"Then, I leave all this to you, and my suggestion to you is that one trial is far from testing the character of the trialist. It is better to set up more trials to test their strength, their will, and their
Do you have the great idea of protecting all living beings like Lord Tyr..."
"For a sacred object like the Silver Hand, no matter how complicated or difficult the trial is, it is all worth it!"
