24. The resolution of the silver dawn---for my dear fur【16/20】
"Da, da, da"
The sound of heavy horse hooves disturbed the peaceful night in Stratholme. The young knight guarding the post outside Andorhal was awakened by the rapid sound of horse hooves. The responsible and brave paladin rushed out of his post and saw
He saw a knight on a war horse galloping towards his position.
In this silent and gloomy night, a burst of warm and bright silver holy light shone on his body, making him look like a paladin from the myth.
"Hui Hui Hui"
The somewhat tired old knight pulled up the reins of his horse. Amidst the neighing of the war horse, he looked at the surprised young knight. In the shining of the sacred silver light, he said in a deep voice:
"Child, send a message to the Order of the Silver Dawn immediately!"
"Let's just say...the ancient holy object, the miracle of holy light, and the Silver Hand will return tonight!"
A moment later, a bright warning firework burst into the sky from this inconspicuous sentry post, and the entire quiet Stratholme area became even more noisy because of this sudden news.
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The news that Knight Alexandro Mograine had returned with ancient artifacts was like a bundle of ignited explosives thrown into the water, instantly causing an uproar in the Order of the Silver Dawn.
In this night, even the ascetic monks far away in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel were alarmed. They marched in groups in the night towards the Hand of Tyr, just to witness the legendary God of Justice.
weapon, and the relationship between Tyr, the God of Justice, and the Holy Light Church is very special. It can be said that this artifact is more than just a weapon, it symbolizes the orthodoxy of the Holy Light in the world of human faith.
In the eyes of all believers, this is a very, very important thing, even so important that it transcends everything else.
At present, this artifact that has caused an uproar has been generously placed in the hall of Hand of Tyr Castle by the Grand Knight. On a simple stone platform, the pure power of holy light is like magic, turning the heavy
The two-handed war hammer is suspended on the stone platform. Its shape is simple and majestic, just like the thick war hammer often used by soldiers on the battlefield.
One side of its war hammer is wrapped in silver, as if it were naturally produced crystal, forming a spike, which shines with the power of bright holy light, like a burning golden flame, while the other side is a round shape
The heavy hammer body has a golden lion-like carving on the top of the warhammer. The back end of the warhammer has a chain engraved with sacred runes, which looks like an ornament, but more like a part of this sacred weapon.
This warhammer sells very well. Under the majestic and clumsy appearance, there is a hint of majesty that cannot be blasphemed. Anyone who sees it will worship it. The only problem is that this warhammer and
The Silver Hand warhammer in the records of the Holy Light Church seems to be a little different...
But this can also be explained by the fact that Azeroth currently has many legendary weapons in the hands of mortal warriors, the most famous of which are those held by the human emperor Lothar and his adopted son Varian Wrynn.
The legendary weapon War Destroyer, that long sword has been watched by many people, and its appearance has changed due to the change of holder.
This is an adaptation of legendary weapons to the power of the sword holder. Only truly legendary weapons have this almost mythical ability.
The Silver Hand is the weapon of Tyr, the God of Justice. It naturally has such an ability. It is probably because Lord Mograine was recognized by this weapon, so this weapon was transformed into a form more suitable for him.
And while countless paladins came to pay homage to this ancient artifact, in a certain room in the Hand of Tyr, the great knight Mograine, who had just returned from a long trip and had just taken a nap, was also looking at his face.
The ugly General Abidis spoke.
"Guardian Azadas, the adjutant of the ancient god Tyr, presided over that long and majestic trial, and Fording and I participated as the chosen ones."
Lord Mograine, who was trimming his messy beard, said to General Abbendis:
"In the middle of the trial, the guardian proposed a trial of loyalty, and Fording voluntarily withdrew, which gave me the possibility to go further. But because of Fording's selfless sacrifice, he also got another precious
Chance."
The great knight said in a relaxed tone:
"Now Fordring has arrived at Howling Bay in the Northrend continent, where he will pursue traces of another ancient holy object. If nothing happens, the Order of the Silver Dawn will possess it in at most one month.
The second gift of Holy Light...I believe that this good news will greatly inspire the faith of believers, and His Holiness the Pope will also feel proud of it."
"This is indeed good news... Your return also proves that my thinking is indeed wrong. I admit... maybe I really did something wrong."
General Abbendis, who was slightly decadent, drank a glass of wine. He looked at Mograine. After a while, he said with some pain:
"But Mograine, there is something worse. I must tell you. When you entered the city, did you notice anything strange about Tyr's hand?"
"Um?"
This question made Lord Mograine frown. He put down the razor in his hand and said:
"When you say that, it seems a little weird. I saw that the knights guarding the castle seemed to be somewhat distinct. Some knights even had special badges on their chests. I thought they were like the Brotherhood of Light.
It’s a small community organization, but now that I hear you tell me... there seems to be something hidden in it?"
"Anduin Wrynn...that brat!"
The old general closed his eyes and recalled what had happened in the past ten days. He gritted his teeth and said:
"After you and Fording left, he started a...rebellion!"
"What?"
Mograine's eyes widened:
"Anduin? Rebellion? You're not drunk, are you? Abbidis, he's only 9 years old!"
"Of course it's not just him! Alessandro."
The old general snorted with dissatisfaction. He used the action of drinking to hide the embarrassment in his eyes:
"There are also some restless little knights helping him, Colfax and Thomas, and...and, my daughter Bridget, Fording's son Tyran, and...and your son
Dallion and your adopted daughter White, I don't know what method they used to win over the high-ranking knight of Marlan, one of the three commanders of the war group, as well as some elite knights stationed at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel.
..In short, they have now formed a cult of their own.”
"Those crazy kids created a hellish "Light Forging Ceremony" and called themselves the "Crusader". They said that we had fallen into the wrong belief and they wanted to save us from that mistake.
Come out... Sigh, I may be really old, Mograine."
General Abidis leaned back in his chair a little tiredly. He covered his face with his hands and said softly:
"I have used all methods, but with little success. In just ten days, one-third of the knights have already sided with them... I can no longer deal with these juniors, and I can't directly announce them
It was rebellion, and then sent troops to suppress them... Isenlien was very dissatisfied with this situation, but he had no good solution. This dispute of faith even extended to the legions of Hearthglen. Now Isenlien
It's like sitting on a fire."
"I underestimated him, Mograine, we all underestimated him..."
"That child is as cunning as his adoptive father Tyrion."
This description made the eyes of the great knight Mograine become serious. He did not expect that after leaving this time, such a bad thing would happen to the headquarters. An old knight like him who has experienced many things will not be arbitrary.
To determine whether a certain thing is right or wrong, just like this matter, he felt that he needed to understand it personally.
But before that, he had another thing to tell Abedis in front of him.
"Abbendis, when I left the Holy Land of Uldaman, Shaper Azadas gave me a warning."
The great knight touched his newly trimmed beard and said to the old knight in front of him:
"Your Excellency Azadas told me the past story of Tyr, the God of Justice. It was an ugly conspiracy among the gods. He told me that since we mortals have inherited the will of Lord Tyr, we must shoulder the responsibility of Tyr."
Your Excellency’s unfinished will, as the mission that the Silver Hand must undertake to safeguard the holy relic, we must participate in the war behind the Titan City "Uduar" that is about to begin!"
Lord Mograine said seriously:
"This is why I urgently rushed back to Tyr's Hand. We must contribute our own strength to the world's self-save before Loken, the betrayer of the gods, destroys the fate of this world. So this time, I want to take away some old people.
Knight, join the war in Northrend..."
"This is a responsibility we cannot avoid! It is also a mission that we, the successors of Lord Tyr, must fulfill!"
"oh?"
The words of the great knight Mograine immediately cheered up the old general, who seemed a little decadent because of his precious daughter's "rebellion". He straightened up and considered the great knight's request. After a moment, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Said to the Grand Knight:
"Of course! And I think this is an opportunity..."
"The children may just be blinded by some seemingly noble ideas, so I think it is necessary for us to test the true face of this so-called "Holy Army" in front of them, with these knights who claim to be righteous people
We go to the battlefield, and I believe that no matter what they want to do, they will reveal their true will on the battlefield."
General Abedis stood up and walked around the desk a few times excitedly. He looked back at Mograine and said loudly:
"That's it! I'll go with you! Alessandro, I will let my baby girl see that brat's heroic words were shattered on the real battlefield, Anduin tried to deceive our knights with sweet words,
Then let him prove himself on the battlefield!"
The old general who grew stronger with age snorted:
"If he is really a hero like Varian, and if they can prove their adherence to the path of the Holy Light in the war, then I, I don't mind the Crusaders continuing to exist."
This suggestion made Lord Mograine silent for a while, but after a few seconds, he nodded.
"Well, it's very feasible, let's do it!"
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Old General Abedis returned to his bedroom in the castle. The room was somewhat messy. Of course, for an old soldier who had been drinking frequently recently, such messiness was to be expected.
Once upon a time, the old general was also a person who had very strict requirements for his own life and life. However, after suffering the disaster of losing his wife and destroying his country and family, General Abedis's life and beliefs have also been changed.
Too much.
Disasters can always change a person.
But tonight, the old general did not open the wine cabinet as usual. He lit the candle on the table. In the floating flames, he leaned on his chair and reached out to pick up the clean bottle on the table.
photo frame.
He stroked the photo frame very gently. It was an old thing, and the patterns on it had become blurred. And inside the photo frame was a magical image made by the mages of Dalaran for General Abedis.
, in that image, he was still young at the time and was a rising military star in the empire, and beside him, wearing a straight military uniform, were his gentle wife and his very young daughter.
That was the magical image they took in Stratholme City. It was also the happiest time in General Abbendis' life.
Time is a very cruel thing, especially when you get old. It will not generously give you more, but will coldly take away the things you cherish one by one.
..until you face death alone.
"Martha, our daughter has grown up."
Amid the candlelight, General Abidis stroked the photo frame and whispered:
"She began to find the meaning of her life and no longer blindly followed me or others. I always argued with her because of this, but in my heart, I felt very proud that she had chosen her own path in life.
.”
"She already has strong enough wings to soar in the sky of this world by herself. She no longer needs my protection..."
"Ah, I'm going to the battlefield again, Martha..."
"This will be my last battle. Maybe soon, I will go to accompany you, but before that...my daughter, our pride...Bridget, she must survive her rigidity."
The last test given to her by her father..."
"She will become a hero, but she will not have to suffer the pain we suffered... This will be the last gift I leave to her..."
