Today is the funeral of General Abidis of the Order of the Silver Dawn.
The old general who was born in the old era, and experienced two complete orc wars, and also witnessed the decline of the empire and the tragedy of the fall of the Eastern Continent, died in the war of the coalition forces attacking the inner palace of Ulduar. This is a shocking thing.
It was a tragedy that all coalition commanders lamented.
In the vast front hall of Ulduar today, all the off-duty soldiers gathered here. Not only the paladins and priests from the Order State, but also the soldiers of orcs and elves were standing around the square.
, using their own way to send their last blessings to the deceased, the commanders of the coalition forces wore simple black robes and stood in front of the square. They looked at the bonfire burning in front of them and the bouquets placed under the temporary tombstones.
And the weapons that the orcs placed here.
That was a memorial ceremony...
Farther away, in front of the body of General Abedis, little Anduin and Salantia were holding Miss Bridget, who was crying bitterly, on the left and right. Behind them, the young paladin of the Crusaders
They bowed their heads and silently recited the scriptures of the Holy Light, and at the coldest extreme point in this world, they bid farewell to a senior who was difficult to get along with but worthy of respect.
General Abedis died a heroic death, although it was not a classic ending for an old soldier. He did not die in the final battle. He and Knight Mograine commanded the paladins of the Silver Dawn in the inner temple.
The Titan-created servants who had been infected by the power of Chaos were purged, and the sudden earthquake made everyone panic. The huge stones and steel in the inner temple of Ulduar swayed and collapsed, almost blocking everyone's way out.
At the most critical moment, the old general pushed Anduin away from him, but he was crushed under the rubble by a huge boulder falling from the sky.
At the last moment, he still made his own choice. The choice made him hate Butuin, who had already proven himself, would survive, while he himself, a soldier from the old era, used this unseemly method to
In this way, he completed his final journey.
It took two days for the coalition soldiers to clean up the ruins and take out the old general's body. They also discovered the last letter written by General Abidis when he was dying.
They were the last words written in extreme pain and loneliness. The words were very sloppy, but what filled them were the last thoughts of a lonely father for his daughter.
"My daughter Bridget:"
"By the time you read this letter, I may have left this world. I'm sorry that I can't say goodbye to you in person, and I'm also sorry that I haven't handled our relationship well in recent years, but I
I hope you know that I love you as much as ever, just like your mother."
"My child, I can no longer feel my legs. I can feel that I am bleeding and I am cold... This temple is too far away from our home. I am very worried.
After death, can my soul go back to your mother? I have too many things to say to you, about the Silver Dawn, about faith, about that annoying little devil...but forget it."
"At this moment, let us leave behind those things that make people unhappy. My daughter, you are the most important treasure in my life, beyond belief, beyond my existence, and even beyond
My soul...ah, I heard a voice calling me, much like your mother, maybe that is my destination."
"Bridget, my daughter, I'm sorry that I didn't praise you too much when we could still chat. I couldn't tell you how happy I was when you became a Paladin. I
I didn’t tell you how proud I felt when you joined the Knights of the Silver Hand. When you made your choice to become a member of that brat’s Crusaders, I was angry, but I was also angry.
I feel a sense of relief.”
"You have grown up. You have your own wings and can fly freely in this world. You no longer need my protection. For a father, your growth has given me no regrets, and my biggest regret is
, I failed to tell you these words face to face, my daughter, you are the brightest and most proud light in my life full of tragedy."
"Go on bravely, my daughter, don't be sad for my departure. When you need it, when you look back, I will be there... Ah, I saw your mother, she
Still so beautiful, she came to pick me up..."
"Goodbye, my daughter...I will bless you..."
This letter was immediately handed over to Miss Bridget who came from Tire, causing the proud paladin lady to faint on the spot, and her father's departure seemed to turn this sincere believer from the Holy Light.
Pulled back from her infinite faith, her emotions that had begun to become indifferent burst out again, but... this is a good thing.
Excessive indulgence in faith can also destroy a person's life. When the soul is filled with faith, other good things cannot enter it.
In other words, the death of old General Abedis brought his daughter back to the present world at a very critical moment. He sacrificed himself to save her at the last moment of his life.
He remains her hero, his daughter's staunchest defender... He has lived up to the name "Father".
But the death of a hero is a sad thing after all. When the Holy Knights of the Crusaders carried the body of General Abidis and sent him into the bonfire, many priests
They all burst into tears, and Mr. Du An, the Holy Light Archmage who was watching the ceremony, swayed between pain and regret and fell to the ground.
This incident caused a small wave of chaos, but it did not affect the continuation of this solemn ceremony. In order to bid farewell to old friends, even the aging Lord Knight Uther from the continent of Kalimdor rushed over.
, the hero's body was ignited in the flames, and sparks of holy light burned in the orange flames, as if leading a great soul back to the holy light.
The night elf sentries raised their weapons and silently recited the prayer of the moon god, while the orcs straightened their chests, put their fists on their chests, and sang a desolate war song to see off the old general. The tauren shaman
They stood at the height of the hall, rubbing their fingers, and traces of golden dust fell in the cold wind here, making the haze in the sky of Ulduar City brighter.
Further away, the guardians of the Titan City were also standing there. They were not as emotional as mortals, but as a comrade who had fought with the coalition forces for several months, the female giant Elonaya still
Last night, I personally built a stone statue for General Abidis, which represents the guardians' recognition of the prisoners' heroes.
This stone statue will be returned to Tyr's hands after everything is over, as a memorial to the mortal heroes who died in this war between gods.
And Ulduar City, this mechanical city that was completely liberated from the Dark Age, will also be preserved. The top leaders of the coalition have been communicating with the guardians about this matter in recent days. They have discussed this matter with the distinguished Lai several times.
Although no agreement has been reached during the talks, it is foreseeable that this city will not be closed again in the future. It will serve as a neutral holy city that accepts creatures from all races and civilizations.
The guardians hope to continue to observe the civilization of mortals, and the mortals also hope to get closer to the guardians. Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, this city at the North Pole of Azeroth will become prosperous and become
A part of this world's civilization circle, and a symbol.
Prophet Velen wore the most solemn sacrificial robes. Under the escort of several Draenei guards, the prophet placed a bouquet of white flowers in front of General Abedis's tombstone. When the human kingdom was still in the eastern continent,
Velen had visited those cities, and he had some exchanges with General Abedis. This dead hero may not be Velen’s friend, but he fought for the faith of the Holy Light and died for the Holy Light.
, both emotionally and rationally, Prophet Velen had to express his grief.
Of course, attending the funeral was only one of Velen's reasons for coming to Ulduar this time. He also had another thing to discuss with little Anduin.
After the funeral, in the coalition camp, the prophet looked at the little prince who was still a little sad. He turned the crystal rosary in his hand and said softly:
"In the culture of the Draenei, heroes like General Abedis will return to the embrace of the Holy Light after death and become part of the halo of the stars. They will appear in the sky as stars.
Continue to pay attention to the world. When we raise our heads, they are there to pay attention to us and respond to us with the stars...My child, be sad, this means that you miss him, but do not let the sadness affect you."
"I know, Prophet."
Little Anduin reached out and touched the black cloth strip on his arm. He was well protected by Tyrion. Although he had participated in the battle, he had never felt the feeling of death sweeping in so close.
The feeling of sacrificing for oneself is not beautiful, it is some heavy shackles that press on the body and make people unable to help but think about more problems.
This process is called "growth".
"I accepted the trial of the Holy Light in Shattrath City, and I received martial arts training from General Sarantis. I know the culture of the Draenei very well, and Adal and I are also friends."
Anduin closed his eyes, holding a cup of hot tea in his hands. As the fragrance lingered, the little prince whispered:
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Prophet, but I'm not in the mood to discuss this with you right now, so let's talk... why did you come to me?"
The little prince's slightly rude words did not make the prophet feel uncomfortable. In fact, as a human being who has lived for 30,000 years, the prophet could tell at a glance that little Anduin was at a loss inside. He had his own
Thinking about it, he is growing because he has experienced death. This is not a bad thing. Viren was no longer silent. He took a sip of tea and said to the little prince:
"I came here to talk to you about your invitation to Naaru to go to the Order of the Silver Dawn... Adal has agreed to this request, and it has appointed me as an envoy to talk to you.
Let’s talk about the future development of the Crusaders.”
Having said this, the prophet sighed worriedly:
"Hey, little Anduin, you may not know that the world of Draenor has not been peaceful recently... Even Shattrath City is facing some threats."
"Um."
Anduin nodded and looked at the prophet in front of him with some confusion:
"I know that you and Adal have always been in contact, but I have never heard of the threat to Shattrath City. Could it be that those restless exiles are in conflict with the Dark Blade again?"
"No, not Dark Blade."
The prophet shook his head:
"But I think it should have something to do with the Dark Blade. It is said that they are a group of strange creatures that came out of the deep sea of Draenor... They are some, uh, some warlike... lizardmen."
"Huh? Lizard...human?"
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The story of Azeroth continues, and the stories of other worlds among the stars do not stop either.
In the portal hall of the world of Argus, Tichondrius' huge body squeezed out of the portal. The fear devil looked at the unfamiliar portal guardian in front of him and yawned in boredom.
The previous portal guardian, the sexy and slutty Miss Hasabel, was sent to the battlefield of Azeroth by a fraudster because of corruption and bribery. As a result, after just one battle, the beautiful and lovely girl disappeared completely, leaving no one
I know her final ending, but if I think about it carefully, that ending is probably not that happy.
After all, that is Azeroth, the most evil planet among the stars. The invincible Burning Legion failed twice there, which is simply a shame!
The Dread Lord walked into the Deceiver's temple with familiarity. As expected, the Deceiver was sitting on the throne, handling busy affairs within the legion. The affairs of the Dark Blade Legion would give the great lord a headache.
, the scale of the Burning Legion is more than ten times that of the Dark Blade, and the daily tedious affairs are enough to make the fraudster feel tired.
To manage such a huge organization, it is definitely not just about issuing some orders every day. It is a very stressful job that ordinary people will never be able to do, especially after the death of Archimonde, the leader of another legion.
, the government affairs that the fraudsters have to deal with every day have almost doubled, which makes Kil'jaeden very unhappy for a period of time. It urgently needs a trustworthy helper to help it.
Otherwise, it is very likely that he will become the first legion leader in the history of the Burning Legion to become sick from overwork and die of exhaustion on the throne due to busy work and heavy pressure. That would be too shameful...
"Distinguished Deceiver, our progress in Suramar City is gratifying. In at most 2 months, the complete Eye of Aman'Thul will be stripped out of the Nightwell, and we will soon complete the work given to us by the Dark Titan.
It’s my mission!”
Tichondrius bowed down respectfully and complimented the deceiver:
"And all of this has been accomplished under your wise leadership. The Dark Titan will definitely trust you more because of this!"
"Well, I understand."
This good news hardly made the tired Kil'jaeden feel happy. He waved his hand and motioned for Tichondrius to go down, but the Dread Lord rolled his eyes and did not leave. Instead, he whispered:
"And there's good news. Our spies in the world of Draenor discovered some unusual movements in Shattrath City. The Naaru seem to be preparing some actions, and they may have something to do with Velen!"
"Velan!"
This name made Kil'jaeden raise his head suddenly, and he put aside the seal made from the skull in his hand. The Deceiver's eyes narrowed, and a strange idea suddenly jumped into his mind.
Archimonde is dead...it needs a helper, a trustworthy person, Velen...maybe it is suitable.
But before that, it must find a way to defeat the prophet's reason and faith in the Holy Light, and the Eye of Aman'Thul will be sent back soon. The moment when the Pillar of Creation is captured by the Legion, it has already assembled
When the finished demon army invades Azeroth again... maybe now, it's time to "have a chat" with his good brother Velen.
The fraudster thought for a few minutes, then knocked on the table and said to Tichondrius calmly:
"Then go! Continue to do what you should do, and don't let Cassanatir discover your dual identity. In addition, find General Lakish for me..."
Upon hearing this order, Tichondrius's gloomy eyes flashed with pride, and he respectfully exited the Temple of the Deceiver. When leaving the throne shrouded in flames, Tichondrius snorted:
"Ah, dear prophet Velen...your good deeds are coming!"
