Chapter 290

Paladin was founded in the first Orc war under the crown of Alonsos FAO, the leader of the Church of light at that time. This experienced hero, Alonsos chapel in stansom, the kingdom of Lordaeron, established the order of the hand of silver.

That's the first and most orthodox Paladin group.

There were five paladins of the first generation. They were all disciples of faao's crown, Uther, fordin, turayan, ravengad and dasohan.

There are priests and soldiers among them, but after they were awakened to the power of the light by faao, they formed a new fighting style with their own strength, that is, paladins. In the fierce battle of the orc war, paladins, which have strong survival ability and attack ability, were quickly recognized by the human world, and it was also from that time on, The number of paladins began to increase rapidly.

They are called messengers of justice.

However, even the paladins could not avoid casualties in the cruel war. After the end of the orc war, all the paladins' remains that could be found were stored in the hope of Light Chapel in Northern Xinjiang, which became one of the holy places of all the saints in the eastern continent.

Then we have to talk about another unique phenomenon of Azeroth's existence. When some warriors die, their souls will not dissipate because of some obsession. Those who favor the dark side tend to be similar to the existence of the undead, while those who favor the light side will become another existence. The body is the undead, but they can still use the divine power.

They are called heroes.

The time line goes on for tens of thousands of years. At that time, the Titans made Hercules to manage these souls. Odin, the strongest chief manager of the guardians of the Titans, studied the power of the spirit and built his special and powerful army of the spirit. However, because of some grudges between Hercules and Odin, Finally, the soul shepherd colluded with Loken, the corrupted king of wisdom, to plot against Odin.

The chief manager is trapped in his own Yingling temple until now, and Haila, who has completely fallen into the evil, no longer performs his mission. As a result, tens of thousands of years later, Yingling is left behind in Azeroth, and the new Yingling has nowhere to go, and can only continue to exist in the place where he was born.

This kind of phenomenon is very rare, but the hope of Light Chapel in Northern Xinjiang is one of them. The spirits of the tens of thousands of paladins who died in the war are sealed up under the chapel together with their remains. Their power is amazing. This is a secret only circulated among the real big men.

However, it is a pity that ordinary people can not communicate with the spirits, or even communicate with them. Those spirits will only fight back against the invasion of darkness and evil. This is also the most important reason why in the original history, although the whole northern Xinjiang was occupied, the holy light wish church can still stick to it.

Even the powerful Lich King Alsace did not dare to set foot on this land at will, because it was a terrible power that would be fatal to him!

Dick knew this for a long time. After the end of the quicksand war, he even felt the presence of heroes on the sculpture called "quicksand eternity". Those heroes were very friendly to him, but they still could not communicate. This is a pity. But now, when he knows what Kel'Thuzad's plan is, Dick's eyes are red.

Big lich, this madman is going to make a drastic cut!

Once the spirits of the holy light wish chapel are consumed, the whole northern Xinjiang will completely lose the card that can suppress Alsace and the Legion of the dead. When Alsace wakes up one year later, when he starts the war again, the northern Xinjiang will be completely out of danger!

This asshole!

He clearly wanted to drive Alsace and Northern Xinjiang to a dead end, so that one of them had to fall.

Naxamas can't be in the sky of the light wish chapel! No! Never!

The holy flame around Dick's body burns more fiercely, and the holy pattern of order on his forehead is activated again, which is the embodiment of the extreme mobilization of the power of order. When the whole body's flame turns silver, Dick draws out the wind chasing sword on the ground to maintain the body's balance.

"Give me a hand! Anna

Adults anweina, sitting on his shoulders, flapped the golden wings behind him and showed her figure behind Dick, pushing forward with both hands,

"Give it to others!"

Feeling the powerful force coming from behind, Dick jumped up from the ground in the strong wind of hunting, holding the wind chasing sword in both hands. In the blue light and silver flame of thunder, he roared and stabbed at kel'sugard who was standing in the same place.

"Give me... To die!"

His black hair was blown up, and Dick's eyes were full of desperate madness. He knew that he had no chance to win against Kel'Thuzad, but now it was not something he could not do because he had no chance to win.

He is like a knight waving a long gun at the windmill. He knows that it is not a giant, but he is still driven by his belief to defeat the unimaginable opponent.

The big Lich looked back. The blood red fire in his eyes had completely turned into deep purple. He looked at the blade stabbed from the top and did not dodge. Instead, in Dick's surprised eyes, he opened his arms and let the blade wrapped with the power of rank order pierce into his white bone body in the posture of a sufferer.

"Offer my blood and flesh, just for your glory!"

"Dedicate my spirit and bone, let your glory sublimate me!"

"Let it devour my soul, let it crush my will."

"I know that I am looking at the abyss, and the abyss is looking back at me."

"Let it hurt, let it bleed, let it howl."

"In the glory of chaos's birth, I will have eternal life everywhere!"

"Glory to you."

"The blood belongs to you."

The complete, crazy prayer is read out by Kel'Thuzad. The wind sword in Dick's hand completely pierces his bones. The burning power of order surges on the surface of his body and destroys all his existence. It is like white bones in the fire. It turns dark and finally turns to ashes.

Dick holds the blade, and Kel'Thuzad holds the blade. There is no pain in his purple eyes, only creepy peace.

This madman has no defense at all, no defense at all!

"We'll meet again, Knight Dick."

Kel'Thuzad's laughter came to Dick's ears like a poisonous snake. The paladin could not help but let go of the handle of the sword and stepped back two steps. He watched the Lich's body and robe disappear in the silver flame, just like the dry firewood with less fire oil. The burning speed was amazing.

"I hope you won't be too surprised when we meet again, Dick."

"Ah, Kel'Thuzad is dead... The new Kel'Thuzad is coming back to life... Another journey begins."

The last ghost sound sounded in the hall. It was like an invisible fear strangled Dick's neck. But before he could breathe, Naxxramas, who was flying fast, was like a giant hand that could not be seen falling from the air. After losing all the power and guidance, he attacked the ground obliquely.

The paladin only had time to look at the scene on the ground, then closed his eyes in pain and clenched his fist.

It's the wish of Light Chapel. Damn it, it can't be stopped!

Three seconds later, there was a violent vibration on the ground of the whole northern Xinjiang. At this moment, the undead sea, which was fighting with a steady stream of paladins and soldiers, had some changes. The countless undead who were struggling to move forward were just like headless flies crashing around, and could fight against the paladins, It's also a moment of total chaos.

On the edge of East dalongmir, the once sacred place, a strong and indescribable golden pillar of light rose up into the sky, in which countless warriors screamed to kill the enemy, just like the battlefield of gods. The golden light almost shone on the whole East dalongmir, and was radiated everywhere by the power of tens of thousands of spirits burning themselves, Those who are hiding are howling and burned to ashes.

At that moment, the whole East dalongmire, West dalongmire, even tirisfa, gilness in the distance, even arahi Highlands, Ironforge, even storm City, whether any acquaintances saw the golden pillar of light running through heaven and earth, at that moment, it was like the arrival of the real dawn.

Later, it was called a miracle. It was said that the omnipresent holy light appeared in person, shot down the evil natural disaster floating city, and killed the terrible Lich on the spot with the help of the dawn knight.

The hope of Light Chapel, which was completely destroyed in the impact, was not abandoned. Instead, it was rebuilt brick by brick by believers from all over the world after the war, becoming more magnificent and sacred.

But in the eyes of insiders, this glorious temple is far from the previous significance.

During the impact, less than 200 people survived in the whole town, and more than 700 friars, civilians, adventurers and even disabled soldiers died in the impact and the subsequent wave of light.

No one thinks that their death is not worth it. Even the families of the dead think that they have won the supreme glory and returned to the peaceful heaven in the most just tide of light. Even countless crazy believers envy the sufferings of these "victims". They think that it is the greatest pity for the believers.

And at the same time, just as the pillar of light from all over the East dalongmir, at the time of this miracle, in a corner house in the downtown of Stormwind City, the dim light of teleportation lights up in the room. With the gentle meow, Mr. bigworth comes out from the broken light with his tail up.

The witch cat with bright eyes gracefully jumps from the windowsill to the ground, stretches its beautiful tail to one side, grabs it and plays for a while. When there is no owner to look after it, Mr. bigworth will find some fun for himself.

However, it is different from the ordinary stupid cat. It soon remembered its mission, so it silently walked through the dark floor, holding the green crystal pendant under its neck and put it in the middle of the unremarkable floor.

With a click, a secret door opens under the floor, and the kitten rushes in. In the deepest part of the basement, a guy in a mage's robe is lying there, holding a black box in his hand. With his eyes closed, he has a weak breath, but he has no proper thinking, just like a container.

Mr. bigworth jumped to the guy's chest, put the green crystal in the box, and then lay down on the guy's chest, mewing from time to time.

A few seconds later, with the green and purple light rising, the container was reinjected with life.

"Cough... Hoo, the feeling of breathing again... It's so strange, and the weak power, it's really hard to like."

Hoarse voice sounded in the basement, and warm hands gently held Mr. bigworth in his arms and gently stroked his head.

"Wait... Mr bigworth, what else did you eat? Let me see, my God! Cat MINT! Damn, you're a gentleman. You can't touch anything that a rude cat would like! "

"Meow! Meow

"Well, well, I know you like it, but you can't eat such coarse food. You should have food worthy of your identity. Let me think, well, dear beneditas, you should find the best cat mint. Come on, let's meet that old friend."

"He will welcome us... He must welcome us."