Chapter 77

In the tightly guarded headquarters, the atmosphere has become stagnant. Herod, Dalian and Gianna, after listening to the gruesome description of old Mograine, fall into a kind of self contradictory surprise.

Once known as the "incarnation of the Holy Light", the knight with the surname of "Lightbringer", the symbol of the Knights of the silver hand, the hero who almost propped up the whole broken country after the fall of Lordaeron, has fallen like this?

And without the description of the knight Mograine, Lord Uther is likely to become a more terrifying dark monster than Alsace?

The light is on! This is absolutely breaking news.

Everyone was shocked. Gianna even grasped Dick's palm and felt the sweat in the palm of the young lady's hand. Dick narrowed his eyes and put the other hand on the young lady's hand. He looked at old Mograine and seemed to be organizing the language. After more than ten seconds, he said,

"Paladin, you already have the Ashbringer. I believe you have seen my fire of justice. If you have the chance, you can also see the sun king of Quel'Thalas and the fire strike in the hands of kelsas sun chaser. You are a well-informed person. I want to ask, what do you feel about these unique weapons?"

Dick's question is somewhat abrupt. In fact, it has nothing to do with the topic they talked about before. But old Mograine keenly realized another meaning from Dick's words. His gray eyebrows shrugged. After thinking for a few minutes, the knight said something uncertain,

"In fact, when I took ashenvoys from his majesty Magny, this sword gave me a unique sense of familiarity."

With that, the knight put the Epee on the table. When he opened the cloth, a strong aura of Holy Light swept across the hall.

It was beyond the warmth of the general holy light. Even Herod, who was also a paladin, felt a trace of burning skin from the light. The warriors of stansom regiment looked at the Epee on the table, and their eyes were shining with incredible light.

It's a silver white epee. Different from the common Epee with double sides, this sword is more similar to the machete used by the orcs in those years, and it's the most destructive straight blade chopping sword. On the body of the sword, the magical patterns composed of little lights float back and forth, adding a sense of mystery to this weapon.

Behind the straight edge of the sword, in an arc-shaped depression, the crystal, which is called "the Ashbringer" by the old Mograine, is floating in it. Its surface is engraved with a silver hand Knight's palm mark by the skilful dwarf king. Behind the sword, there is a strange "L" shaped heavy hilt, red and yellow, The last is a red counterweight with Mograine's family emblem.

This sword is totally different from the fire of justice. It was born to punish evil. Behind it, all the darkness will be reduced to ashes.

While people are enjoying this powerful and aggressive artifact, the story of the great Knight alexandro continues. He reaches for the hilt of the Ashbringer's sword with a trace of nostalgia in his voice.

"When I hold the handle of this sword for the first time, I have a sense of familiarity. Although the nature of power is different, I feel that the power contained in this sword and your hammer should be the same. They are all interpretations of different ideas of the holy light."

At this point, the old knight stopped, looked at Dick, and went on,

"If I guess correctly, this Ashbringer is the attack of the light, which is the embodiment of the power of punishment. Although your fire of justice is also used in the war, I can feel that it is the power of redemption, even though you are not proficient in the healing magic of the light."

At this point, old Mograine had a sense of enlightenment in his mind. Looking at Dick's smiling expression, there was a flash of thinking in his mind. He cried in a startled voice,

"That magic sword! That magic sword and frostmourning, I understand... No wonder, no wonder you say that only that sword can save Uther... So it is... "

"Well?"

Old Mograine's expression of knowing all the secrets made the three melon eaters around him very dissatisfied. Gianna turned her questioning eyes to Dick, who looked at her, opened her mouth, showed a bright smile, and narrowed her eyes to tell the answer.

"The great knight is right. The fire of justice and the ashenvoys represent the two interpretations of the holy light. They are the embodiment of different attributes of the same kind of power. This has risen to the level of understanding of power. Anna, you have also seen the fire strike in the hands of kelsas. What I want to tell you is that it is also one of the many artifacts hidden by Azeroth, which is in the mystery of magic, The power of fire. "

Dick reached out and touched Gianna's hair. He said to the expectant young lady,

"And the interpretation of" the cold of ebony "and the power of ice that you are going to pursue, believe me, that is the most suitable weapon for you!"

"The great Knight Uther found his relief. The sword, apocalypse, and frostmourning are two interpretations of death. According to what I learned from the prophet Medivh, frostmourning tends to manipulate death, while the apocalypse and the Apocalypse do not have the ability to control the undead, but they are the embodiment of the aggressiveness of death, great knight, If I'm not wrong, you can hear that whisper when you approach Uther, can't you? "

Old Mograine nodded. He seemed to be in memory again, and his tone became sad,

"That was when Uther and I set out to return to Ironforge. That night, I tried again to persuade Uther to put down the sword, but just as I tried to take the magic sword from his hand, that voice, that gloomy, full of corrosive sound, sounded in my mind. It was bewitching me, bewitching me to attack Uther, bewitching me to take it from Uther, that moment, I feel like I'm in hell... Holy light, I can't believe Uther's experience of facing that sound all day long is like hell! "

The knight said with a sad face, and then put his suspicious eyes on dick,

"And I'm curious, where do you get this secret knowledge from?"

"Knight, I heard that you were there when the black robed prophet warned king Terenas. Before you set out, I also told you that it was the star mage Medivh who was dead and resurrected in a state of soul. In fact, I had the honor to study with him for a short time. "

Dick picked up the cup that had been cold and drank it down to hide the nervous flash on his face. He sipped his mouth and said to the knight,

"Knight, you don't have to worry about Mr. Uther becoming a monster like Alsace. During the period when I studied with the prophet, I learned the secret of the magic sword that was being held by Mr. Uther. It was a real magic sword. In fact, it was always bewitching the will of the sword holder and making him obey. But when the sword holder really obeys, his soul will be devoured by the magic sword. "

Looking at the surprised Knight jumping up, Dick reaches out his hand, interrupts him and signals him to finish listening,

"As for Mr. Uther's will, I believe you know it best when you have been fighting with him for more than ten years. However, he is not so easy to be defeated. As long as he does not give in, the magic sword will not be able to control him, and in the confrontation with the bewitching of the magic sword, Mr. Uther's will will will only become more and more firm. Please believe me, he will finally recover all his senses, Get rid of the influence of death completely, and then Uther, who you are familiar with, will come back. "

Dick took a look at the worried Mograine and added a word to his heart, which he didn't say.

"Even if Uther fails, his soul will be devoured by the apocalypse, and he will never be the next Alsace."

After Dick's words, the dull atmosphere in the whole room became more relaxed. Even Mograine, who had been under great pressure, was relieved when she heard Dick tell the secret of the artifact. When Miss Gianna heard the mystery of the artifact, she began to have a fantasy about "the cold of ebony".

But another young guy was reminded by Dick's words.

Darian, the lucky guy, after thinking for a few minutes, finally stood up. He took a look at his father, put the angry blade on the table and asked in a low voice,

"Big brother dick... Is it the" big brother "I use now?"

Dalian's words were not finished, and he came close to the edge of the ashes messenger's anger, and suddenly shook up. This time, it was not the kind of skirmish before. Dalian could feel that the sword was "alive" in an instant, and its buzzing was provocative!

As one of the offensive artifact, anger blade, or scamdo, feels the sharp and domineering breath from the nearby ashenvoys. This breath is regarded as a challenge, which is unbearable for wild weapons. At the moment when it vibrates, the fierce iron blood, madness and desperate will to kill, The temperament that exists only in the bravest warriors fills the room.

This momentum awakened the contemplative old Mograine, and his eyes fell on Dalian who held the blade of anger in both hands and tried to suppress the provocation of the "old man" with all his strength.

At this moment, the younger son's sudden change, the reason why he chose the rough way of fighting, exploded in old Mograine's heart. With his insight, combined with the secret of "artifact" that Dick said just now, how could he not know that this weapon, which has been carried by the younger son behind his back, is also an artifact!

No wonder

At this moment, the old knight's anger at Dalian's choice, and his ardent hope to let Dalian inherit the way of paladin, all dissipated into water.

How could he not see that dick attached great importance to Dalian, and even gave the artifact, a treasure that could cause war, to Dalian for use? As the user of the Ashbringer, he could feel that these proud artifact had its own soul. If he continued to force Dalian to go on the path of paladin, he would not be able to see that he had no idea how to use it, That would no doubt make this artifact choose to abandon Darion.

Under the balance of the two, old Mograine quietly put away the ashenvoys and wrapped them with enchanted Rune cloth. Different from Darian, who has no way to control the artifact, old Mograine's strength has already been the top of Azeroth's at present. For him, it is as simple as eating and drinking water to control an ashenvoys only by his understanding of the holy light.

"Darion, my son... Practice well in the battle group of stansom! Don't lose the face of the mograines

Before leaving the headquarters, the knight said a word to his son with his head down, and then turned away decisively.

"Father

Dalian did not expect that his father, who has always been rigid and strict, would support his rebellious behavior. However, he was only a 19-year-old child after all. He had no idea of old Mograine's thinking. At this time, he was simply moved by his father's love.

The purpose of the knight's coming this time has been achieved. After confirming that Uther's future road is safe, he will rush back to sidaronmir at the first time. With the ash messenger in hand, it is no longer impossible to defeat the natural disaster army!

But Dick is still sitting in the same place, holding a stack of the latest war reports left by old Mograine in his hand. After seeing the intelligence of "the suspected assembly of the undead army in tirisfa area", Dick's eyebrows pick. He knows that Dalaran... Has been targeted.

But just after everyone left, Miss Gianna's eyes turned. Suddenly she gently took Dick's hand and put her head on Dick's shoulder. This action made Dick warm. But the next sentence of Miss Gianna made Dick's face turn into a bitter gourd.

"Little rascal! I want you to do me a favor

"Ah?"

"My tutor wrote to me this morning and asked me to submit an academic paper as an examination for graduation. Originally I planned to write some theories about ice magic, but now I find that the things you just said are very interesting."

"... Anna, my baby, I would like to help you, but you know, these taboo knowledge should not..."

"~ help others, OK, good ~"

"OK... Ok..."

"~ good boy ~ MUA ~"