The fate line of this parallel world of Azeroth is absolutely abnormal.
The original Five Silver Saints were born ahead of schedule!
The normal version is that after the fall of Stormwind City, Faao, who was deeply touched by the situation, decided to create the Paladin profession. The fifth person among them was Gavin Ladd*Doom from the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Mr. Doom has no amazing deeds. His only appearance was after Arthas turned into a death knight. He failed to stop the two idiots in Andorhal and was killed. In terms of combat power and reputation, he is considered one of the Five Saints.
Crane tail.
In this life, because of someone's malice, Rivendell was promoted to a candidate for the Five Silver Saints...!
This is very interesting.
Now that Rivendell has become a knight, Macdonken has gained a top warrior. Since Rivendell has the qualifications of a knight of the apocalypse, if he can become a paladin, his combat power will not be bad.
Someone maliciously thought: If he fails, his body explodes and dies, or he becomes corrupted on the spot, it would be quite convenient to kill his relatives out of justice.
"I have met Lord Stratholme!" The five quasi-silver saints bowed to McDonald in unison.
"No gifts!" McDonald said with concern: "Are you ready?"
"Yes!" Uther, the leader, nodded firmly.
McDonald looked old-fashioned and transformed into the King of Understanding: "Any unknown new thing is accompanied by risks. Although the Holy Light is a very gentle thing, if the Holy Light accelerates it to the extreme, it may destroy certain things in people's hearts.
Darkness amplifies and repels it. So please be careful and don’t show off.”
Not to mention the top five, even Alonsus is a bit embarrassed.
It's strange for a 16-year-old kid to teach them a lesson. But he has a noble status and what he says is reasonable, so you have to listen.
Uther has the purest heart: "What the Duke said makes sense, so during these days, we have been praying and continuing to purify ourselves three days in advance in order to adjust our condition to the best."
"You can challenge yourself with peace of mind. If anything happens..." McDonald nodded: "I will support your wife and daughter!"
The last sentence was translated into common language. Anyway, it means that if you really die, I will help you take care of your family.
Turalyon looked a little embarrassed: "Well, Your Excellency, the five of us are single."
"Ah! It's okay now."
In the eyes of others, these four priests are either the eldest son (the eldest son usually inherits the family business and will not become a priest), or they are free guinea pigs. Only Rivendell is the real gold. The Duke of Stratholme is willing to give up.
For a quasi-viscount to participate in this experiment is definitely a sign of great trust.
No one knows that someone is certain that there is at least an 80% chance of success, so they write a blank check like this.
McDonald didn't know how the ceremony was held in history, but in this life, it was quite grand.
In the main hall of the Great Cathedral, McDonald's, Mograine and Abedis all arrived, sitting in the back row, looking at the five big men kneeling in front of Alonsos in front of the pulpit from a distance.
Around them, twelve priests began to recite prayers, and golden runes of holy light began to emerge in the void. They flickered, and you could see with the naked eye that dust and other unclean objects were gently swayed away.
McDonald even wondered if this was an artificially created sterile room.
Alonsos Faol opened the ceremony, and he opened and closed his mouth gently. He should be communicating with the sacred existence in the void with his spiritual power. If Mai guessed correctly, he had contacted a certain Naaru. This
This kind of holy light creature is indeed awesome, and can bestow divine blessings from across the void.
The entire cathedral suddenly opened up, and a large ball of golden light descended in mid-air. The believers outside the cathedral who witnessed all this exclaimed "the holy light is coming" and so on. They involuntarily bent their knees and walked toward the cathedral.
The church worshiped.
Warm and warm golden light shines through the colorful glass window, but the colorful light converges on the golden Holy Grail on the altar, leaving only pure gold.
The holiness in the air becomes more and more intense.
The five candidates all had pious and intoxicated expressions on their faces.
Bishop Fao solemnly held up the Holy Grail that shone with golden light. He first came to Uther and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Child! Start your journey! Examine yourself, reflect on yourself, and break through yourself!"
"Yes." Uther took the Holy Grail reverently, took a small sip of the holy water, and then passed the holy water from left to right, to Turalyon, Fordring, Dathrohan, and finally Rivendell.
When all five people drank the holy water, Faiao gently sprinkled a few drops of holy water on their foreheads as if they were celebrating mass.
"Relax, I will guide you." As he finished speaking, Fa'ao's body suddenly burst into golden light like a small sun. The rich golden light was divided into five parts, and evenly sent into the chests of the five disciples like a parallel circuit diagram.
However, when the golden light penetrated the five people, the bright light suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The five paladin candidates were frozen like clay sculptures, with their eyes closed tightly, their hands crossed and fists made, maintaining a praying posture, motionless, and it felt like they had stopped breathing.
"This is..." Mograine and Abidis' pupils narrowed suddenly.
King Mai knew in a low voice: "They are reflecting on themselves and at the same time building a fixed channel in the body for converting spiritual power into strength."
The two big guys were a little confused: Do you understand this?
I just think what he said makes sense.
Time seems to stop at this moment.
The people watching the ceremony did not even dare to let the air out, for fear of disturbing this unknown sacred ceremony.
This is self-analysis and self-breakthrough of the spiritual world.
A moment in the outside world may be a year in the spiritual world.
In the sea of consciousness, time is likely to be chaotic, and no one can say how long it will take.
Unexpectedly, in just three breaths, the first successful person appeared.
Uther suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Justice!"
The overwhelming holy light filled the whole body, lingering in every corner of the body, and two beams of pure holy light shot out from the eyes. At this moment, don't say he is the messenger of light, you say he is Fudo Mingwang, the Four Great Vajras, etc.
Everyone in Mai believes it.
Well, maybe this is the guaranteed UR (Legendary) card!
This light was so exaggerated that everything in the entire main hall lost all other colors, only the bright golden color.
Alonsus was overjoyed on the spot.
The old bishop didn't have to wait too long, and the second disciple successfully transferred to the Paladin.
"Humility!" Turalyon also woke up from meditation. Although his holy light was not as good as Uther's in quantity, it seemed to be comparable in quality.
This should be an SSR card!
"Mercy!" When Tirion Fordring woke up, there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He didn't know what kind of spiritual experience he had experienced.
"Brave!" Saidan Dathrohan stood up, his whole body exuding frightening power, and the holy light extended on his hands, as if he could transform into a large cross holy sword in the next second.
After one UR, three SSR.
In the end, only Rivendell was left.
Naturally, he became the center of attention.
As a half-way monk, ahem, a disciple who has just started practicing martial arts, his spiritual cultivation is far from as good as that of the Four Silver Saints.
McDonald has long been ready to throw a cup as a signal - the three hundred swordsmen written as an honor guard, pronounced as axe-hands, are waiting outside the cathedral. Together with the Four Saints of Silver, I will transform you into a knight of the apocalypse on the spot.
You have to kneel too.
Obviously, Rivendell is struggling the most inside.
For a long time, his facial expression first tightened, and then relaxed, and the holy light from his whole body was released. He didn't just choose one kind of holy light like the Four Saints. He was not that pure.
Three golden lights with slightly different tones blended into one, and finally condensed into armor on his body.
"Honesty! Sacrifice! Honor!" Rivendell turned around and knelt down on his knees towards McDonald, his face full of guilt. When he stood up after bowing deeply, McDonald found that there was an extra golden mark on this guy's chest.
