Chaldea Morgan felt like he was having a long dream.
Although the soul cannot dream, after losing the protection and support of flesh and blood, the pure spirit body also has the same characteristics as the undead. For them, memories will become very pale, lacking in authenticity, and they will be addicted to memories.
The feeling is not very good, and when you are separated from the memories and face the cold reality, the strong sense of gap will also make the spirit body feel very painful.
Therefore, the spirit body is not willing to recall the past unless necessary.
Chaldea in the spirit state felt warmth, which was like the feeling of sitting by a burning fireplace when she was sleeping, letting the warm flames roast her cold body. In the drowsiness, there was
A voice guided him, like a wanderer returning to the embrace of his mother's body.
He remembered a lot of things, things he wanted to forget but couldn't forget
The past at Durnholde Castle was the beginning of a turbulent period when the young Chaldean priest was truly driven by fate.
He witnessed the high-spirited General Blackmoore ordering the execution of Rogelio, the elf ranger who came to ask for help. He also recalled that after witnessing the ugly thing happening, he was captured by fear. In a state of panic, he spent every day in fear.
I confessed crazily to the Holy Light on how I was awakened from nightmares again and again in those cold nights.
He remembered the first time he met Tyrion. At that time, Tyrion was just a slightly more powerful death knight. At that time, he had just completed his final obligation to Quel'Thalas.
He wanted to find his brother. In the night forest outside Durnholde Castle, Chaldea was once again defeated by fear and inner shame and remorse. He became an accomplice of the death knights.
But it was also that night that he reached an agreement with the Death Knight and saved more than 2,000 terrified warriors from the rout.
That was the first turning point in his destiny as a priest of the Holy Light. The story written with fear was so sour every time he read it. At that time, Chaldea's conscience was still intact, and he was still worried about the contamination in his hands.
Feeling the shame of losing his blood, he was still fighting, trying to escape from the control of darkness.
Then there was a period of time in the Kingdom of Stormwind, which was almost the best period of Chaldea's life. Except for Archbishop Benedictus' constant rejection of him, everything was very comfortable. He devoted himself to the North County Monastery.
Studying the teachings of the Holy Light, and being embraced by Miss Milly, who was very young at that time, made the Chaldean priest want to immerse himself in that wonderful time forever.
But fate is never gentle to those it cares about, and good times are fleeting. Soon, Chaldea fell into a conspiracy again. Tyrion resented Chaldea's disobedience.
This chess piece who was unwilling to join him and was not very useful had lost his patience. He set up a vicious plan to punish him.
He sent the Blade of the Dark Empire into the hands of Chaldea, and he made the power of the void become Chaldea's shackles.
The memories of the decades after that became blurred due to the involvement of the void. Even Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, could not find a trace of clues in the soul soaked in the void, but the skimming
After passing those memories infected by the void, she could still see some fragmented fragments. Among them, Chaldea was in pain. He was struggling between the void and the holy light. He was unwilling to fall like that, but he could not change from there.
Climb out of the mire.
The last moment of Chaldea's memory was in the prison cell of the ancient god Yogg-Saron. He looked at the great lord Tyrion walking out of the mirror with a pool of blood. The god of death looked coldly.
His face shone with absolute indifference, and the death-light blade in his hand resolutely pierced Chaldea's heart. In his eyes as he lay dying, he saw Tyrion restraining the Blade of the Dark Empire.
he is free
He finally escaped from the control of the void, but the price he paid was his life
After that, in front of Chaldea, there was only darkness
"Ah, a soul full of contradictions, a soul that never surrenders, a soul that knows how to love and be loved, a soul that struggles between darkness and light, a soul that has seen through the changes in the world, a soul that has experienced the most terrifying
Desperate soul, I finally know why Tyrion values you so much and why he regards you as his treasure."
Zela's warm voice rang out in Chaldea's chaotic spirit, accompanied by waves of soft sounds like hymns, and a touch of warm power slowly poured into Chaldea's weak soul like a flowing stream of water.
, on the bright side of his soul, while the gentle light swayed, the dark power occupying Chaldea's soul was constantly oppressed.
Wishes of mysterious golden magic lines shine on Chaldea's soul, and countless golden lines sprout wildly in the darkness. Shaping a new body for this soul is like the purest light-casting ceremony.
"Such a soul is rare even among the stars. You gave me a surprise, Chaldea Morgan. You will represent the future of the Holy Light."
That warm mother-like voice made Chaldea's tired soul let out a comfortable groan, and then she fell into a deep sleep.
"Welcome to the Legion of Light"
When Chaldea woke up again, he no longer had the weird distortion of being a spirit body. It seemed that his soul had returned to his body again. But when Chaldea opened his eyes, he found that
, his soul was carried in a healthier body, and he could feel that the fit between him and the Holy Light had never been so clear.
He raised his head suddenly and sat up from the cold bed. He raised his hands in surprise and looked at the flexibly moving fingers in front of him. He felt the existence of flesh and blood, and in his field of vision, his hands
There are also some golden lines shining on the arms, like some weird tattoos.
"Body Forged in Light"
The archbishop stroked the golden magic pattern on his arm. He had seen such a body filled with holy light in Ulduar. The bodies of the more than 40 light-forged paladins commanded by Anduin Jr. were like this. They were treated to the extreme.
The body blessed by the Holy Light is strong and strong, and more importantly, the will of the Holy Light shines on such a pure body all the time. For sincere believers of the Holy Light, there is nothing more satisfying than this.
of commendation.
But even so, Chaldea, who had regained his flesh and blood, was still a little confused. He didn't know why he appeared in this weird place. He raised his head and looked in all directions. This seemed to be a Draenei-style building.
The temple's steel walls are filled with beautiful gem embellishments, and the advice of the Holy Light is engraved on those gems.
As the Archbishop of the Kingdom of Stormwind and a high-ranking member of the Church of Holy Light, Chaldea could read the obscure writings of the Draenei. He carefully observed the gems embedded in the walls. He read between the lines of those writings.
, can read a hint of familiar fanaticism.
This should be the residence of a group of holy light fanatics
And while Chaldea was observing the words, behind him, the cabin of the Draenei-style spaceship flying among the stars slid open silently, and another person appeared in Chaldea holding food and drinking water.
After getting down, the powerful senses brought to Chaldea by the light-forged body made him immediately turn around, and then he saw a real "acquaintance".
"Master Turalyon!"
Chaldea looked at the human paladin wearing golden armor in front of him, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
Even though the man's cheeks had become older, even though his hair had turned gray, and even though his temperament was completely different from Chaldea's memory, Chaldea still recognized the paladin in front of him at a glance.
He is Turalyon, one of the first great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Moreover, before Turalyon became the Grand Knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand, he was Chaldea's mentor. It was Turalyon who presided over Chaldea's baptism ceremony as a priest of the Holy Light.
But there was no trace of joy on Chaldea's face. On the contrary, he was full of vigilance.
Chaldea did not have a spell-casting weapon in his hand, but when the Holy Light Church implemented the Ash Knight Codex, he also received training from the Ash Knight. He assumed a skilled fighting posture and aimed his fist shining with the power of the Holy Light.
Turalyon in front of me.
"Who are you! Are you Turalyon, or the incarnation of the devil! Don't try to deceive me! Show your true colors!"
Chaldea's vigilance and undisguised hostility made Paladin Turayan sigh. He put the food and water in his hands on the table, then raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions. He looked at what was in front of him.
Chaldea, he could still recall how he taught the disciple in front of him to learn the teachings of the Holy Light almost 20 years ago.
Time passed by, and he experienced a setback in fate and became a member of the Holy Light Legion far away from home. In front of him, Chaldea Morgan, his apprentice, was also old.
"Chaldea! I am Turalyon, your mentor, the Grand Knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand."
Turalyon's eyes shone with gentleness and sadness, and he said softly:
"I am also the Legion Commander and Archbishop of the Holy Light Legion. So many things have happened over the years. I don't know what you have experienced, but believe me, the person standing in front of you is definitely a devout believer in the Holy Light.
It’s not the incarnation of the devil.”
"Shut up!"
Chaldea scolded, undisguised anger dancing in his eyes:
"It was because the Human Empire trusted another demon who also called himself a "Holy Light Believer" that we lost Dalaran, allowed the demons to march in, allowed Emperor Lothar to die on the battlefield, and made us fall apart! You,
You might as well guess what the devil's name is?"
"Let me tell you, his name is Turalyon too!"
"Oh, I know him."
Archbishop Turalyon of the Holy Light Legion sighed, and he said to Chaldea:
"I know that it is indeed another "Turalyon". I can assure you that he and I are real, and what he did is not as simple as you seem on the surface. I can
Guaranteed, the other Turalyon is not doing evil. On the contrary, he is trying to protect Azeroth just like me, but we just use different methods."
"What the hell are you talking about? Are you crazy?"
Chaldea became confused because of Turalyon's explanation, but he still did not relax his vigilance. He looked at the cabin door that closed silently behind Turalyon, and the Holy Light warriors of various races coming and going outside the cabin.
, most of them are Draenei, and everyone has been transformed by the light-forging ceremony.
"What the hell is this place? How did you bring me out?"
Chaldea glanced at the food and water beside him, and his stomach made a long-lost growl. In the years of coexisting with the void, Chaldea had almost never had a good meal. Now
His light-forged body seemed to have regained his instinct as a flesh-and-blood creature.
"Eat it! I promise it's not poisonous."
Turalyon saw Chaldea's embarrassment. He took a step back with a smile and said to Chaldea:
"It was Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, who rescued you from Azeroth. This is a very long and complicated story, but fortunately, we have enough time to chat. Let's eat first, Chaldea.
After you rest, I will take you to see Zella, and she will explain everything to you."
Speaking of this, Turalyon said with some emotion:
"And I also heard about your experiences over the years from Zeira. I'm sorry, my disciple, when you needed me most, I couldn't be by your side to help you. But those years of disaster have passed, and you are here
I have been reborn in the Holy Light. In short, welcome home, my disciple and my friend."
After saying that, Turalyon planned to turn around and leave, but amidst the collision of his golden armor, Chaldea's deep voice sounded behind him:
"I have heard something about light-forged bodies in Azeroth. I heard that the paladins who have gone through the light-forged ceremony will receive the blessing of the holy light. It is difficult for time to change their appearance.
But Master Turalyon, why are you so old?"
This question made Archbishop Turalyon of the Legion of Light reveal a regretful smile. He turned to look at his disciples and said:
"It's very simple, Chaldea. In your eyes, time has only passed for more than ten years, but in my senses, I have accompanied the Zenidar spacecraft and the soldiers of the Holy Light Legion, and burned in the stars.
The legions fought for 1,000 years."
"It was a very difficult 1,000 years, but it was also a 1,000 years full of glory and mission. The Thousand Years War changed me. It allowed me to see the endless endless war among the stars. The terrible war enveloped all worlds.
In our eyes, Azeroth may be more important than anything else, but in this war, Azeroth is just one of the battlefields."
A hint of perseverance and perseverance flashed across Turalyon's old, scarred cheeks:
"Zera's destiny prophecy tells us that Azeroth will be the most important battlefield that determines the fate of the stars. The Legion of Light will go there sooner or later, and at that time, we will stand on our land and fight against the demons.
A fight to the death!"
"Forget all the disputes in Azeroth, Chaldea, they are meaningless. Even the war between humans and orcs is meaningless."
He stretched out his fist, knocked on the armor on his chest, and said to Chaldea who was stunned:
"Now, soldiers from Azeroth, welcome to join the eternal war!"
