Guardian Medivh is not omnipotent. What he hears every day are compliments. Relying on his mind-reading skills, he thinks he is very sophisticated in the world of people. Unfortunately, he is still lacking in some aspects.
For example, he didn't understand what Barsselas meant, but he had to listen carefully and didn't dare to let go of any details.
"Is the lady who sells steamed buns a hidden master?"
Medivh secretly murmured in his heart. It is said that the Great Hermit is hiding in the city, and it is reasonable for the civilians to get some kind of unnatural power by chance.
Azeroth has a powerful holy light, a hidden ancient god, an unfortunate fallen Titan, dragons and active elements, and is filled with all kinds of mysterious powers. Ordinary people can become stronger overnight. Such an opportunity actually
a lot of.
Barcellas continued: "Going south from the Baozi Shop, the owner of the bakery, Grandet, is a stingy man. Every time I pass by there, he will glare at me and drive me away, but I know that he delivers the goods every day.
Bread has been delivered to the church where I live, rain or shine, for more than ten years without interruption."
"There is another bread seller? What does this mean?" Medivh felt that there was some kind of wonderful mystery hidden in this, and that Barthiras' powerful power was somehow connected with these three people.
Jaina on the side couldn't stand listening anymore. She stood up and reminded: "Lord Guardian, this Barcellas is dishonest. He is deceiving you. Everything he tells is lies."
Barcellas stared at this beautiful woman, and the power of the gods made him open his spiritual eyes. What he saw was not a beautiful woman, but a colorful venomous snake spitting out letters.
"I may lie, but my power will not lie to others. Lord Fording of Hearthglen can testify. Over the years, I have almost never left Hearthglen. My strength can only come from the people of Hearthglen."
Medivh glanced at the mountain behind the castle, deep in the dense forest.
Fording was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his soul almost escaping from his body.
He knew that his traces had been discovered by the guardians long ago, but fortunately Medivh's thoughts were not on him. The power of Barthilas attracted the attention of the guardians and fascinated him.
Jaina disdained to argue with a little person like Barcellas. She continued to spit bad water and suggested to Medivh: "Lord Guardian, as long as we treat the fool of the blacksmith, the old woman of the bun shop, and Grandet of the bakery.
Catch them all and torture them carefully, maybe we can find out the truth."
Medivh looked at Barthiras, hoping to see his cowardice and explore his heart.
Barcellas was well prepared and without any flaws in his mind, he replied calmly:
"If you do this, you will definitely be disappointed. You will find that they are ordinary people. There is powerful power in this world, but it is a pity that most people turn a blind eye and discard it like grass. Precious jade is placed in the busy city, but it is regarded as a stubborn stone.
.Your torture will only break the beautiful jade, thus completely losing the opportunity."
"And before I finish speaking, the old lady I meet on the street always gives me a few copper coins. The friends I play with often steal food from home and share it with me. The beautiful lord's wife often goes to church. She is very
They cared about my life and gave me a lot of old clothes. The loving hearts of the people of Hearthglen made me strong."
Fording had a bitter look on his face after hearing this, "It's okay if you deceived the guardian, why would you involve my wife in it?"
"It's over, it's getting more and more complicated."
Medivh was completely confused. He overlooked the entire Hearth Valley from the air and had countless thoughts.
It even feels like Hearthglen is the handiwork of a certain master. The layout of the streets and the location of each house hides the practice method of the gods coming down. Barthilas, who has eaten a lot of food, just understood all of this.
But this idea was quickly rejected by himself. After all, the common people built their houses more casually and would not follow the layout of any master.
"Uther!"
Medivh looked at Uther who had climbed up and asked.
Although he only called his name, Uther, who was good at observing words and expressions, understood the guardian's intention, which was to let him express his opinion. He gritted his teeth and said angrily:
"Basselas is an insidious thief. He is a heretic who stole the Holy Light. He is destined to be burned on the stake. He is a heinous sinner. Lord Guardian, don't listen to his nonsense, kill him."
Medivh was a little unhappy and said angrily: "What I want to know is exactly how to steal the Holy Light. Do you think my dignified guardian is also a thief?"
Uther quickly showed a flattering smile and said in a low voice: "How can the Lord Guardian be regarded as a thief? It is an honor for the Holy Light to serve the Lord Guardian."
"I don't want to hear your compliments. I want to know your opinion on this matter."
Uther thought about it for a long time. He was a lucky man. He was chosen by the Naaru when he was young and became the spokesperson of the Holy Light and the great bringer of light. The Naaru spread countless knowledge about the Holy Light and the use skills to him.
But this kind of cramming education also limited Uther's imagination.
"Impossible, it is impossible for human beings to understand the power of the coming of gods." Uther shook his head repeatedly and strongly denied: "The coming of gods can only be blessed by the Naaru. It is an ultimate law and the crystallization of the wisdom of advanced life forms.
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There was clearly a living example right in front of him, but Uther was staring and telling lies.
Medivh looked disappointed. Every time the critical moment came, Lightbringer was always unreliable.
Barcellas smiled, he was determined to win, waved his hand and said:
"Stop your vain speculations. I can only tell you that the source of my power lies in Hearthglen. Every street, every shop, every house, and even every person here may have something unknown.
The knowledge and power that even they themselves don't know about have inadvertently made me what I am today. Medivh, I know you are reluctant, but you can only keep Hearthglen. If you touch every plant and tree here, it is possible.
Let you lose your chance forever."
"Maybe there is another way."
Medivh looked at Barthras and slowly stretched out his right hand, brewing strength.
As long as Barthiras is captured alive, Medivh has ten thousand ways to torture out the secrets in Barthiras' heart.
Barthiras laughed again, mocking Medivh with all his strength, and at the same time it was a smile of relief. Barthiras stood upright, he was like a statue before, but now he has really become a statue.
The breeze blew by, but it was difficult to move Barthilas' hair. His whole body became a crystal-like object, and he stood like that, standing between heaven and earth with a look of ridicule towards Medivh.
Fording knelt under the tree, sobbing.
He knew in his heart that Hearthglen was saved and his wife and children survived.
Barthras fulfilled his promise, and he sacrificed his life to buy the safety of Hearthglen.
This is mankind's greatest contribution.
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When Barthilas woke up, he saw a bright road leading to an unknown distance.
Both sides of the street were bustling with people, including men, women and children. Everyone was smiling happily, cheering for Barsselas and applauding him.
"Basselas, well done, you are a true warrior and a great hero."
"Lordaeron is truly blessed to have you."
"Great warrior, please accept my gratitude."
Barsselas knew that he was dead, and this was the only way for his soul to reach the world of the dead.
He straightened out his clothes, walked towards the bright distance with a confident smile on his face.
The battle is not over yet, he told himself in his heart. (To be continued)