"I am willing, I am willing to take your place." Lucas said eagerly.
Fording was secretly happy that he was so lucky to meet a fool, deliberately doing something wrong:
"No, I can't. This is a bitter drink. I am worried about the world and it is my duty to save Azeroth. How can I let you suffer for me? No, I can't do it."
Having said that, Fording secretly cast a spell, and the power of holy light slowly invaded Lucas' structure.
"Great Fording, you are respected by countless people. Please allow me to take your place and contribute my part to save Azeroth." Lucas said sincerely.
"I can't, Lucas, give up this idea." Fording refused bitterly. The power of the Holy Light had already captured the structure, and there was only one last step left.
Lucas shouted excitedly: "Fording, only if you are free can you destroy evil and lead everyone to save Azeroth. I can't do anything but take your place and become the Eternal Flesh, waiting for you to defeat the evil."
The Silver Dawn, it won’t be too late to save me again.”
Fording still insisted and refused to exchange souls with Lucas.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in Lucas' ears, like a whisper from a god, telling Lucas that he only needed to merge with the runes in front of him to replace Fording.
Lucas thought this was a revelation from the Holy Light, and hurriedly moved towards the golden runes that appeared at an unknown time.
Fording had already done most of the work, and when Lucas got close to the rune, the rune suddenly produced a suction force, and Lucas' soul was sucked into it.
The two golden runes were successfully exchanged, and Fording's soul appeared in the structure.
Lucas replaced Fording and became the soul of the Eternal Flesh.
"Oh my god, why is this happening? Lucas, are you okay?" Fording was still acting.
"I'm very happy." Lucas smiled with relief: "I can help my idol out of trouble, and my life has not been in vain."
"Lucas, just wait, I will come back to save you soon, I swear." Fording's knowledge far surpassed that of Lucas, and he quickly took control of the structure and ran towards the night.
There were shadows floating near Lucas's soul. Curious Lucas tried to communicate with them, and strange shadows poured into his soul.
Killing, betraying, and selling countless humans to the orcs to eat, the Silver Crusade was under the guise of defeating the Lich King, but it was actually doing the bloody business of providing the orcs with rations.
Tirion Fordring, his hands are stained with the blood of all races in Azeroth, a cruel executioner and butcher.
Lucas looked at all this in amazement.
This was Fording in pain, using the Holy Light to copy part of his memory, and bear the pain of flesh-cutting by the Eternal Flesh on his behalf.
After integrating some of Fording's memories, Lucas sincerely admired:
"Fording, you are so great, I am so proud of you."
Endless pain quickly overwhelmed Lucas, and he felt that his soul was shaking and suffering from the tearing pain.
In the Plague Land, Fording controlled the structure and ran far away, and soon found that he was lost.
Surrounded by endless dense forests, Fording walked through the trees. As he walked, he saw his own footprints and understood that he was going in circles.
It's a pity that this structure can't fly. Fording frowned and leaned under a big tree to think about countermeasures.
Suddenly, Fording felt that the power of the holy light in the structure disappeared quickly, and he was shocked.
Not long after, a group of light-forged orcs approached Fording, and the leader shouted:
"Lucas, you actually tried to escape. I finally caught up with you. You will pay for your crimes."
Being regarded as Lucas, Fording did not say anything. The technicians among the light-forged orcs removed the core of the structure, which is where Fording's soul lies.
An orc opened the box and carefully placed the core inside.
Fording's soul quickly fell into darkness, and the box was densely packed with various runes, forming a dark cage.
In desperation, Fording could only resign himself to his fate.
After an unknown amount of time, the box was opened, the warm sea breeze blew, and the smell of the ocean came from all directions. It should be a small island.
Fording listened carefully and heard a familiar female voice.
"Is this Lucas' soul? Much more powerful than I imagined."
It turned out to be Jaina. Fording's heart trembled and he was even more careful to hide himself.
The other was a Draenei named "Amador", who smiled and said:
"This is a high-quality soul that stands out from more than a thousand experimental products."
Grabbing the core of the structure, "Amado" cast the spell with strange skills. Fording only felt countless filaments wrapping the structure, like a cocoon.
"You give it a try." "Amado" handed the wrapped core to Jaina.
"How to try?" Jaina asked curiously.
"Snap your fingers."
Jaina pointed, and crackling lightning sounded in the core.
Fording felt lightning strike from all directions, tearing apart his soul, and screamed silently, almost causing him to collapse.
"Amado" introduced with a smile: "There are eighty-one punishments in total, which will be randomly generated every time you point. If he dares to resist, you will punish him in this way."
Jaina chuckled and said: "It's just a mortal soul. I think you are too careful, but I like this gift and it will become my pleasure."
Fording was so frightened that Jaina, a crazy woman, could really do it.
"Okay, with such a rare soul, let's start building the first sacred dragon in Azeroth." "Amado" said with interest.
A wonderful magic circle was built in the center of the island, and Kalecgos's body was in the center of the magic circle.
Based on Jaina's experience, after seeing this magic circle, she could only lament her own shallowness and ignorance.
The core containing Fording's soul was stuffed into the dragon's heart, and threads extended from the depths of the core, connecting it to the energy source in the dragon's body.
Obviously, Jaina didn't want to give Fording too much authority. Although he was the soul of the sacred dragon, he couldn't control the huge body.
Every move of the dragon is controlled by Jaina. Without Jaina, it would be just a motionless puppet.
The majestic power of holy light fell from the sky, the magic circle moved silently, and countless golden runes floated out, submerged into the dragon's body, and continuously washed away the dragon's body.
Every scale, every piece of flesh, and every bone is branded with this mysterious rune.
The dragon's body became brighter and brighter, and its blue scales gradually became dim, replaced by the aura of holy light.
The huge dragon horn shone brightly, wrapped in a layer of golden light.
Finally, with a loud dragon roar, a golden dragon that seemed to be made of gold was born.
Between the golden scales, countless holy lights flowed slowly, with an ultimate sense of beauty. The dragon's mouth opened and spewed out a stream of sacred light.
Holy Light Dragon Breath.
"Amado" admired his work and nodded:
"Yes, the perfect sacred dragon, the five-color dragon's guardian era is about to come to an end."
Jaina stood on the back of the sacred dragon, her golden hair blown by the sea breeze.
"Go, Jaina, Wyrmrest Temple, Neltharion's Lair, Cave of Time, Demonic Nexus, and the Emerald Dream, let the five dragon clans see the grace of the sacred dragon. The era of holy light has arrived."