"Holy Light Book" describes that a long time ago, high elves and dwarves discovered the holy light and became followers. However, they also discovered that the holy light is no different from earth, fire, water, and wind, and it is also different from arcana and shadow. This is
An energy that is extremely stable and difficult to use.
In the world of Azeroth, there are very few creatures who are born with the talent of Holy Light, only one-fifth of the number of mages. This has led to extremely slow progress in the research of Holy Light. A small number of forerunners have worked tirelessly to pursue the secrets of Holy Light, but once
He encountered failure for the first time and was called an ascetic.
Until the Naaru who know the Holy Light come to Azeroth, living beings can communicate with the Naaru through simple prayers and try to obtain the power of the Holy Light. However, in order to keep the secret of the Holy Light alone, the Naaru reject the ascetics and possess the Holy Light.
No gifted creature can receive the blessings of the Naaru.
The so-called "listening to the voice and teachings from the Holy Light" is actually Naaru's teachings. The Paladin's requirements for himself, humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, compassion, honesty, spirit, justice, are in line with Naaru's moral character for living beings.
requirements.
However, there is not only one Naaru in the void. The Naaru have different personalities, each with their own priorities and hobbies. Some are righteous and awe-inspiring, and only give the power of the Holy Light to good creatures. Some treat everyone equally and ignore good and evil, and some have extreme personalities and advocate
Evil, and some are mentally retarded and idiots.
Tirion Fordring is the best example. The Naaru lowered his power, saved Fording, and frightened away the orc Eitrigg who was taking off his pants and wanted to do some uncivilized things.
Fording mistakenly regarded Eitrigg as his savior. Naaru believed that Fording's IQ needed to be improved, so he gave up on him. Fording lost the favor of the Holy Light.
Afterwards, on the execution ground in Stratholme, the Holy Light enveloped Fording again. It was not that the Holy Light changed his mind, but that another Naaru recognized Fording. In order to serve this naaru with an abnormal temperament, Fording had to use the plague all day long.
It feeds on the white maggot flesh of the land.
Naru is a beacon in the void, refracting the holy light to believers. However, there is no free lunch in the world. If you give something, you need something in return.
The Naaru will not release the gift in vain, and the power that is easily obtained requires a price. In the name of strengthening the confidence of the Paladin, the Naaru will issue so-called "trials" from time to time. The content of the trials is often to take away the most sincere and caring souls.
, the most precious and passionate true love.
Mograine and his son killed each other, and Fording lost his beloved son. These are all the price of serving the Naaru.
The Holy Light is everywhere, please believe in yourself, the Holy Light has nothing to do with faith.
The Holy Light will not abandon any living being, but the Naaru will. The Holy Light will not ask for anything in return, but the Naaru will...
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As expected of the Lich King Arthas, his description of the Holy Light is simply deviant.
Robbie couldn't help but murmur that I, who came from a different world, looked at the problem with a scientific world view and could still hold a dubious attitude. If it were Robbie Capor in the past, he would definitely regard it as a heretical theory and a heretical way.
Throw it away like grass.
Without evidence, Robbie would not believe what is stated in the Book of Holy Light. Whether he believes in the Holy Light or is an ascetic, at present, as a blasphemer, Robbie urgently needs strength to protect himself.
According to the description in the book, Robbie tried to empty his mind, return to tranquility, enter a meditative state where heaven and man are one, recited spells in a low voice, and tried to communicate with Naaru in the void.
After being transformed by the mysterious liquid, Robbie's mental power was extremely powerful, and he successfully entered the state of meditation for the first time. Robbie, who was in deep meditation, entered a mysterious state, feeling the heaven and earth, the universe, and all kinds of mysteries.
The place cannot be expressed in words.
Suddenly, a mysterious luminous body made a disgusted sound:
"Dirty souls in a strange world, polluted and twisted bloodlines, despised blasphemers, and ascetics who try to steal the secrets of the Holy Light are not qualified to receive the blessings of the Holy Light."
"I'm dizzy!"
Robbie, who was forcibly interrupted from his meditation, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Who said Naaru is compassionate and kind, and what happened to the "blasphemer"? What is the ulterior PY transaction between Naaru and Thrall?
Unable to receive the favor of the Naaru, Robbie began to believe in the Book of Holy Light.
"The Book of Holy Light" describes in detail the various skills of the Paladin, including some long-lost ancient secret skills. It is very comprehensive. Unfortunately, even after looking through the entire book, Robbie could not find a way for ascetics to communicate with the Holy Light.
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The bastard Alsace was indeed unreliable and actually concealed the most crucial part. After sitting there for a long time, Robbie shook his head and could only put away the "Book of Holy Light" first.
Frowning, Robbie secretly thought that the substitute for Mannoroth's blood was most likely a demon's blood.
It's better to try the warlock's summoning technique.
Robbie opened "On the Self-cultivation of Demonic Warlocks", took out a soul fragment, and used the imp summoning technique according to the spell.
Nothing works.
Without being able to perceive magical power, can I only be a pure warrior in the future?
Even warriors need to master a little bit of natural power, such as a thunder strike.
Robbie sighed, feeling that the future was bleak.
As night fell, Robbie felt a little tired after a long day's journey. After eating dry food, he found a leeward place to rest on the hillside when he suddenly heard a loud noise on the road.
It's a tribe.
This was a large team, with fifty or sixty orcs in total. They set up camp at the foot of the mountain, creating a scene of chaos.
The orcs were well-equipped, their armor and weapons made harsh friction sounds, and their loud voices full of foul language added to the chaos. A dozen wargs pulling a cart roared, and the cart was loaded with strong iron cages filled with treasures from the Curse.
Bronze dragon hatchling on earth.
The Azeroth Hatchling Smuggling Guild, whose members are mainly orcs from the Outlands.
In Robbie Capol's memory, this was a notorious and disreputable organization that infused captured dragon cubs with potions that would prevent them from growing up, and then sold them to the big shots of the tribe at high prices to be used as pets and food.
The dragons of Azeroth are originally the guardians of the world. They have protected Azeroth more than once. Especially in the battle against Deathwing, the four-color dragons played a great role.
Therefore, races with rich histories, such as elves, humans, dwarves, etc., all maintain a minimum of respect for dragons and will never do evil things that harm young dragons.
Only the orcs from the outside world would ignore history, smuggle baby dragons, seek huge profits, and only pursue immediate interests. Especially after the guardian dragon lost its guardian power and the status of dragons plummeted, they became even more reckless and intensified.
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Robbie sighed quietly, clearly feeling the anger coming from the depths of his memory. Although Robbie Capor was an unlearned liar, he had basic morals and conscience and knew what to do and what not to do.
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Unfortunately, there were so many people on the other side that Robbie had no choice but to stay away from them to avoid any unnecessary disaster.
He slept well that night, and when Robbie woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
A strong smell of blood drifted in the wind, heading toward the camp of the Young Dragon Smuggling Association.
What happened?
Robbie cautiously approached the camp and was startled.
Walking into the camp, it was simply a hell on earth. Blood flowed freely like a stream. There were broken bones, residual pieces of meat, and white brains. There was not even a complete corpse to be found.
The cages on the cart were all open. The wargs and the orcs died in the same manner, their bodies turned into bloody pieces, and the bronze dragon cubs escaped completely.
What seemed to be an extremely powerful monster attacked the camp. It not only destroyed all the orcs and wargs, but also trampled them several times.
Strangely, the simple fence surrounding the camp, the cart filled with items, and the iron cage holding the bronze dragon cub were all intact without any damage.
Moreover, the battle lasted very short, and many orcs were killed in their sleep, with no time to resist or escape.
Robbie took a breath after looking at it. What kind of monster is this? It is so powerful that it can easily tear apart orcs and wargs. It must be huge. Why didn't it leave any footprints? If it is a flying dragon,
There should also be traces of dragon breath.
Strange, very strange, there are so many doubts. I blame myself for sleeping too much last night and didn't hear anything.
Just as he was wondering, he saw a corner of the collapsed tent suddenly move.
Robbie reached out and grabbed a small thing.
This is a mini version of a kobold, with soft golden fur, not much bigger than a domestic cat, ugly, dirty and wretched.
"Don't eat me." The mini-kobold whined lowly.
"Okay, I won't eat you. Tell me, what happened last night?" Robbie let go of the kobold, not worried about him escaping.
The mini kobold quickly stood up straight:
"I was captured by these damn orcs and poured into a shrinking potion to become like this. Last night, a paladin passed by and swayed a large amount of holy light with his bare hands, blinding my eyes.
In just an instant, the orcs and wargs all exploded. That was the power of the holy light. It was absolutely true. That man released all the young dragons and also cured my old cold leg."
"Paladin?" Robbie showed doubts, and used the power of holy light to blow up the human body. It seemed like the ancient secret technique recorded in the "Holy Light Book", the holy light exploded, and after pondering for a long time, Robbie asked again: "Who is that long?"
What does it look like?"
"That man's whole body was shrouded in holy light, as bright as the bright sun. He couldn't see it clearly. From his body shape, he looked like a human being. Yes, old Fording must be Tirion Fording. Only he can possess such a powerful holy power.
The power of light. I feel it, and the effect of the shrinking potion is gradually disappearing. Thanks to the Holy Light, and thanks to Old Fording, I will be able to return to my normal life soon."
The mini kobold jumped for joy and turned several somersaults in succession.
Last night, Tirion Fordring happened to pass by here, eliminated the orcs, saved the bronze dragon cubs, and cured the mini kobolds by the way!
Robbie felt something was wrong there.
Aren’t these big shots always greeted before and after a trip? Even if it’s a private visit in private, you should take a few of them with you wherever you go!
There are also iconic equipment, the inseparable artifact Ashbringer, how can the mini kobold say it with his bare hands.
Besides, Tirion Fordring is obviously a faith knight, how could he master the Ascetic's Holy Light Explosion?
"What is this?" Robbie saw a letter in the tent where the kobolds were hiding.
Robbie opened the letter, and there was only a thin piece of paper inside:
"Secret order, collect ingredients.
Recipe: Whelpling Wings Stewed Golden Mini Kobolds.
Ingredients: One hundred bronze dragon cubs, take the tips of their wings, make sure they are fresh, and a rare golden kobold.
Bronze Dragon Cub, a specialty of the Cursed Land, can be purchased from the Iron Tribe.
Golden mini kobold, a specialty of Elwynn Forest in the continent of Azeroth.
Stew over slow fire and use the soup to enhance male function.
There is an urgent need to collect the above ingredients to comfort the great savior, the strongest orc, planet defender, and the invincible Thrall. Don't be careless. If you can't finish it on time, they will all be killed.
Eitrigg, the most loyal friend of Thrall, the great savior, and food and life consultant.”
"Enhance male function", after reading this, Robby took another look at the mini kobold.
The mini kobold was frightened and quickly waved his hand: "Don't listen to the nonsense. I am just an ordinary kobold. The golden hair on my body is glued on the back. The golden kobold does not exist at all. The fake alchemist Eitrigg is lying.
of."
Robbie put the letter away, nodded and said with a smile: "Enhancing male function is pure nonsense, a trick of charlatans. Anyway, who has the nerve to say that it doesn't work? That man is willing to let people say that he is useless."
"Yes, yes, that's it." The mini-kobold was afraid that Robbie would change his attention and hurriedly agreed: "I want to leave quickly. So many orcs have died, and the Dove of Peace will definitely investigate to the end?"
Dove of Peace? This was the second time Robbie heard it. He frowned and asked: "What is the Dove of Peace?"
The mini-kobold narrowed his eyes, looked at Robbie with a slight disdain, and raised his voice: "In this world, there are still adventurers who don't know about the Dove of Peace. Seeing as you are so young, you must be a novice who has just come out to take risks.
Young people, taking risks is very dangerous, and the knowledge in books cannot be trusted."
Damn, being despised by the kobolds, Robbie glared and grabbed the bloody orc battle ax, ready to wield it.
The mini kobold was so frightened that he quickly waved his hands and begged for mercy: "No, no, impulsiveness is the devil, I said, I said it's not okay. The Dove of Peace is an organization that was originally established by the foolish King Terenas.
It developed from that bitch in Theramore, and is now taken over by Prince Cannian of Stormwind City. It mainly guides orcish fashion and worships orcish culture, and is very popular among the alliance nobles. Earthen Ring, Cenarion, Ravenholdt,
The Explorers Association, the Wyrmrest Alliance, the Violet Eyes, the Guardians of Hyjal, the Ashes of Justice, the Silver Crusade, the Four-Color Guardian Dragon, etc... all support the Dove of Peace to varying degrees."
The stupid King Terenas, that bitch of Theramore, the crippled prince of Stormwind City. Robbie's mouth twitched after hearing this. What are these? Kobolds are indeed uneducated and full of foul language.
"So the Dove of Peace is an organization of the Alliance?" Robbie looked at the tragic situation around him: "If they are investigating the cause of death of these orcs, shouldn't we cooperate?"
The mini kobold rolled his eyes and suppressed his disdainful expression: "Human, you are too young and don't know the cruelty and helplessness of this world. When this place is discovered, the dove of peace will definitely kill the alliance adventurers in the cursed land."
It’s not the first time that we caught them all and hung them collectively to comfort the orcs’ heroic spirits.”
Hanged together! Robbie took a breath, a little unbelievable.
The mini-kobold had a serious look on his face and continued: "If I were you, I would leave this place as soon as possible. It's too late to ride the gryphon at the camp. It's not far from the Dark Door. It's not far away when no one notices it.
Draenor is the only way to escape."
The kobold is probably being alarmist, but it is better to believe that this kind of thing exists than to believe that it does not exist. If you use the experience in the game to deal with a strange world, it is an extremely stupid way to die. Robbie thought for a while,
Replied: "Okay, I'm just about to rush to the Dark Portal."
"Go together, go together, I know there is a shortcut." The mini kobold cheered loudly. (To be continued)