"Here, this place seems different from what I remember..."
Turalyon, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the city of Andorhal in the early morning fog. This city was once one of the two large cities of the Kingdom of Lordaeron in the Stratholme region. It was built on the largest water source in the Stratholme region.
On the shores of Lake Daronmere, in the early morning, a moist mist shrouded this century-old city. The mist was close to the water, and a white stone bridge connecting Cold Wind Camp and Andorhal City was looming in the mist. This scene looked like
It's quite magical to go up there.
There was a touch of nostalgia on Turalyon's old face. During the Orc War, he had been stationed in this city several times. He was still very young at that time, and under the inspiration of the Holy Light, he became the number one in Azeroth.
To criticize the Paladin, he was still full of enthusiasm at that time. No matter he faced orcs or other enemies, he would never despair.
And now?
He is already old. Even though the powerful light-forged body allows him to maintain the health and strength of a young man, under his chest, the beating heart and the soul in his body have become extremely old, just like
It is a war horse galloping on the battlefield. Even if it can still fight, it will occasionally feel very, very tired, and really want to put down its weapons and return to a home that may have been covered in dust...
Home, where is home?
Turalyon moved his neck, and he looked further northwest, where it was said that the city of Lordaeron had been repaired after its destruction. It was unknown whether the elves who now lived in that city had returned with them.
How about restoring Turalyon's ancestral home in Lordaeron together?
Is this home? Or is it the Legion of Light among the stars?
After his death, will his soul return to the family cemetery in Azeroth, or will it drift among the stars and stay in the worlds where he has fought for hundreds of years?
It's just that more than ten years have passed, but he is already out of tune with this world...
This made Turalyon, who woke up yesterday, somewhat silent. The knight's silence was considered by little Anduin, who was pushing the wheelchair, to be in a bad mood. The little prince thought that Turalyon was feeling sad because he had witnessed a familiar scene.
, so he comforted in a low voice:
"It was Grand Knight Mograine who led the knights to rebuild the city of Andorhal. He retained as much of the city's former buildings and some landscapes as possible. It is now a border city of our Order State. It wants to
Responsible for guarding the Undead Barrier leading from Stratholme to Tirisfal. If you want to visit that city, I can take you there."
Having said this, the little prince glanced at Turalyon's slightly sad face, rolled his eyes, and then said:
"There are still many veterans living in this city. They often drink alcohol in the taverns in the old city. I heard that they also sing the heroic stories of the Five Knights of the Silver Hand."
"Haha, heroes? No, no, no, we at that time were far from being called heroes."
Little Anduin's flattery made Turalyon laugh. The great knight patted the armrest of his wheelchair. He let out a sigh of relief and looked back for the last time at the quiet city of Andorhal in the mist.
Among the shadowy buildings, you can vaguely see moving figures on the city wall. They are probably the guards who are changing in the morning. Maybe in ten minutes, the gate to the side of the city close to the Cold Wind Camp will be opened.
At that time, this city sleeping in the fog will truly wake up, and that will be the beginning of a day for the common people.
"Let's go, little ghost head, I made a mistake, this place is actually the same as before."
The big knight gently winked at the little prince who was pushing him out of the wheelchair to relax. The big knight said:
"Let's go back. There are still many soldiers of the Holy Light Legion in Tyr's hands who have just awakened. I want to go see them. Many of them are very powerful warriors, but they are not very good at dealing with others.
,Especially in Zella...Oh, what a troubled time."
Anduin obediently pushed the wheelchair in a circle, strolling along the smooth road towards the Hand of Tyr Castle. Beside them, there were several fully armed lightcast knights guarding them from a distance.
The identities of Anduin and Turalyon are very sensitive, especially the great knight Turalyon who just woke up from a coma is very weak, and he has almost no ability to fight.
After Zera's death, these Paladins of the Holy Light Legion fell into a state of collapse. During the process of being forced into a coma, the Holy Light in their bodies was almost completely washed away by other Naaru, which allowed these powerful
The warriors barely got rid of the connection with Zella, but there were still several paladins who could not be saved. Those knights who had their souls firmly connected with Zella even appeared in the void while in a coma.
signs of.
This also shows that the Mother of Holy Light did not actually "die". She may have experienced Naaru's terrible transformation and turned into a void creature. If the connection between other knights and Zera is not cut off, they may also
The entropy demon evolved by the Mother of Holy Light was "dragged" into the void.
"Turalyon... uh, uncle."
Little Anduin was pushing a wheelchair. As he walked, he asked:
"Do you need me to arrange a trip to Lordaeron? Those Sindra elves have preserved your family's ancestral home and an attached garden. Now the place is temporarily used by an orphanage. If you want to
If you want to rest in your ancestral home, I can apply to the elves, and it will only take a few days for you to return to the place where you were born. I have been there to see it, and it is now well preserved."
"Oh? Is my ancestral home still there?"
This news made Knight Turalyon feel a little depressed, but after a few seconds, he smiled and shook his head:
"Forget it. Rather than handing over that mansion to a lonely old knight, it's better to let children who have lost their parents live there. It's good. There is no need to apply. Anduin, just let it continue to exist.
Bar."
"But you might want to go back there to pay your respects to your family's ancestors. Your family cemetery is also there, right?"
The little prince said in a brisk tone:
"Don't be afraid of trouble, Uncle Turalyon. Now the relationship between the Order State and the Federation has entered a period of improvement, and our relationship with the Sindra elves is also good. What's more, the top brass of the Federation, after hearing the news of your return,
, and also invite you to Stormwind City in an official name. If you go to Lordaeron City, they will definitely welcome you."
"Forget it, kid, I'm already busy enough."
Turalyon rubbed his forehead, as if complaining:
"I just woke up, and before I had time to take a rest, my schedule for the next half month has already been arranged. You see, I am going to Kalimdor to meet the Pope, and I also need to visit some people who are still alive in the Human Empire.
Old friend, I will then take a boat back to the Federation. It is difficult for me to shirk the warm invitation from the Veterans Federation. The most important thing is that I must seize the time to reopen the passage to the Temple of Light of the Void with the draenei.
..”
"It may be important to express condolences to our ancestors, but let's wait until I have some free time. Now, don't burden me anymore."
The great knight's complaint made the little prince laugh loudly. The young man chatted with Turalyon for a few more words, and then changed the topic to the other side:
"Uncle Turalyon, can you tell me about the war in the realm of stars? Those strange scenes you have seen, those things that can only be seen in the stars... I want to know, I am also very interested.
"
Anduin looked at Turalyon with burning eyes. The latter raised his head and looked at the rising sun in the distance. He whispered:
"The stars, that is an unimaginable territory, little Anduin, in the past many years, in the time that has been infinitely stretched due to time disorder, I have seen the stars that are breaking, I have seen the stars that are being destroyed by evil energy.
The infected black sun, I have seen an entire nebula wiped out in the brilliance of the extinguished star. Those are disasters that make people jealous and fearful. Even if I think about it now, it will make people's scalp numb, but, except for disasters
Besides, I have also seen...new students!"
"newborn?"
Anduin's eyes widened, and the knight nodded:
"Yes! New life, I still can't forget that in a wandering galaxy destroyed by the Legion, with our help, those unyielding warriors made glorious sacrifices and miraculously rekindled their sun! In that round
In the fiery red halo, we chased demons in the doomsday wasteland. Those lights were as brilliant as our courage. It was rebirth... true rebirth!"
"I also witnessed the resurgence of the will of nature on a completely abandoned planet. At that time, we stood on the spacecraft and saw that breathtaking green, just like the green Mars. In the blink of an eye, it was
A prairie fire starts...and then spreads out quickly, like green sea water. Can you imagine? My child, a whole dead world is reborn in front of you..."
The great knight's tone became gentle:
"There is nothing good to say about fighting. It is not a glorious thing to bring death to the enemy with your own weapons, but guarding hope and guarding the new life in the ruins will always make people full of pride!"
"During the period when I didn't get news from Azeroth, I was very scared. I was very scared that when I returned to my birthplace, I would see a doomsday wasteland like other planets... But, when
I truly stand here, little Anduin, and I see a civilization and world that is even more prosperous than when I left..."
The great knight reached out and touched Anduin's golden hair. He narrowed his eyes like a kind grandfather and said with a smile:
"You are the real heroes...you protect the world very well!"
"Thank you!"
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"I can tell you clearly that Ture's Staff is now stored in the Temple of Light of the Void. At the same time, there are still soldiers of the Holy Light Legion stationed in that temple, with the number reaching 2,500, and,
In that temple, there should be a holy light creature who has just been re-transformed from the entropy demon state into a Naaru..."
In the Hand of Tyr Castle in the Order of the Silver Dawn, Turalyon, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the three draenei leaders who were coming as quickly as possible. He said seriously:
"That Naaru has a very close relationship with you Draenei people. Her name is Salaka. If the information we found in the temple is not wrong, it should have happened in the stars when you first set foot on the stars to exile.
One of the guardian naaru who has experienced the transformation of light and darkness!"
"Yes! Saraka, that's right!"
High Priest Ishana, the oldest member of the Triumvirate, stood up excitedly. She circled around her desk and said to the others:
"I still remember her! She was a kind and courageous Naaru. When Kil'jaeden laid a despicable trap for the Prophet, Shalaka supported the entire ship in order to save the Prophet.
The light shield protected us from that catastrophic disaster, but because she was injured by the core of the Holy Light, she transformed into the entropy demon of the void in pain..."
"We couldn't just leave her behind, so we built the Temple of Light of the Void on the edge of the twisted void, on an internally collapsed star, with the help of other naaru... By the Holy Light, if not
Vihari Vindicator brought back the news about it from the legion. If it had not been rediscovered by the heroic Holy Light Legion, I would have forgotten it for a long time."
"Well, that's why I contacted you immediately after I woke up."
Turalyon said to High Priest Ishana:
"Zera, has fallen. Her fall is a tragedy for the Holy Light Legion, but I am more worried about the brothers stationed in the Light of the Void Temple now. I am worried that they have also encountered the same situation as us.
, and if their will really collapsed because of Zera's fall, then once that temple is discovered by the devil, they will definitely not be able to stop the devil's invasion!"
"I hope the Draenei can join forces with us to open the passage from Azeroth to the Netherlight Temple..."
As soon as Turalyon finished speaking, Grand Advocate Maraad immediately responded:
"But we don't have the ability to rely solely on the words of the Draenei..."
"So, you still need our participation!"
A low and majestic voice sounded behind everyone. Grand Vigilante Maraad turned around and saw Grand Knight Mograine and Grand Knight Fordring from the Order of the Silver Dawn pushing the door in. Little Anduin
Following the two great knights, he waved to Turalyon, who smiled back.
"Today, the Draenei, the Argent Dawn and the Legion of Light, our three organizations with the same origin, will join together to form the "Justice League" of Azeroth!"
Fording placed a shining crystal on his desk, and he said to the Draenei leader beside him:
"This is the Shield of the Naaru, one-seventh of the Atama Crystal. We will use this Draenei's holy object to return it to you, and you will forge it into a sacred weapon. When the weapon is forged
At that time, the glory of the Justice League will shine on this world and the battlefields beyond the stars!"
The great knight Mograine took a step forward, stretched out his hand towards the great defender, and asked in a deep voice:
"Lord Maraad, are you and the entire Draenei civilization... willing to join us?"
