Chapter 471

Tirion fording.

It's the name of a veteran who was born in the most powerful and prosperous time in Lordaeron.

However, when he became an adult, he encountered the first wave of his life, which was also the wave of the kingdom of Lordaeron. The orcs from the South broke the peace of the kingdom. At the most critical moment, the whole kingdom was in danger of being occupied. That was the last line of defense of the frightening human world.

Once Lordaeron falls, it almost means the fall of the whole east continent.

At that time, the whole country was fighting back, and Verdin was one of them, but unlike others, under the leadership of his mentor, the greatest priest Alonsos FAO, he became one of the five paladins of the first generation.

Later, after the war ended and the human camp fought back for several arduous years, it finally won the victory. As commander, ferding got the enviable title and reputation. Like his brother, he thought that was the beginning of the rest of his life.

Ferding lost a lot in that war. His best brother, general turayan, one of the first generation paladins, rushed into the dark gate with his army for the survival of Azeroth, closed it from the other side, and exiled himself to another deserted world forever.

But compared with other paladins of the first generation, the life experience of old Fordring was obviously more bumpy.

After being betrayed and misunderstood, he still stuck to his will and was finally abolished. Although he was later favored by the holy light, it was obviously a stain in old Fordring's life.

During the period when he was exiled by Lordaeron, all the records about old Fordring were erased, which also led to his reputation was not as strong as other paladins, but people who knew him well knew that old Fordring was a real hero like others.

Heroes are always different from ordinary people. They can do what ordinary people can't do.

For example, now, when other people are hesitating, old Fordring stands up. When his left hand holds the handle of the Tomahawk, everyone is sincerely praying for him. No matter how the camp is or whether he has contacted before, no one will deny that old Fordring at this moment really deserves the title of hero.

Not everyone will give up their future for the benefit of others.

Not everyone will gamble on everything for an illusory idea of peace.

"Well..."

The moment old Fordring grasped the sadness of the shadow, the wild and greedy Tomahawk launched a counterattack, not only at the soul level, but also at the essence level. The black power surged up his body along his left hand, which was the combined power of elidan, cenagous and Uther. Almost in a moment, it occupied half of old Fordring's body, He fell down on the chair, the golden light and black fog with his body as the battlefield, crazy fighting, fighting.

The old knight uttered a cry of pain, and a smear of blood came out of the corner of his mouth. However, other people had seen the big wind and waves, and did not panic or try to help him rashly. At this time, any injection of external forces would be attacked by the holy light and the sad energy of shadow of old Fordring at the same time.

What's more, it will destroy the balance that is being formed. In the worst case, it may hurt the old knight's life.

"Hold on! Fording

Mograine stood on one side and clenched his fists. As an old comrade in arms who had been fighting for decades, he knew more about ferding's mood than anyone else. Dick also walked quickly to the old knight's side. He still can't forget that when naxamas rescued Uther, when people were in a tight encirclement and couldn't see any hope, old ferding and Mograine blew up the wall, The scene of saving people with a ray of light.

This is a respectable senior, not to mention, in the game that period of time, old Fordring is his "old acquaintance.".

"If something happens to you, Taran will kill me, so... Hold on, fording!"

Dick looked into old Fordring's eyes and whispered, "it's just a weapon. A weapon will always be honored by the one who wields it! Tell me, Fordring, tell me you won't be the second Alsace, you won't be as weak as he is, and you won't be controlled by a weapon. I've always believed that. Stick to it

"If you die, I'll lose a good opponent."

Sarufal also used his own way to cheer up the old knight, "I also want this Tomahawk, but you beat me, so use the results to prove that you are stronger than me... Don't let the people who are still looking forward to disappointed!"

The old fling, who was convulsed all over the body, obviously heard the voice of the crowd, his eyes spinning, staying on everyone's body, and finally closing his eyes.

He's telling others in this way that he hasn't lost yet!

With these blessings, he will confront the opponent spiritually, and then turn it into his sharpest blade.

"I'll tear you up, I'll strangle you, I'll kill you! Go away

The voice screamed and collided in his heart, just like a complete villain, trying to tear Fielding's will to pieces, but the spirit of the old knight was as strong as steel. In a trance, he seemed to see the black figure, but could not see its body, only a light and shadow.

Darkness, indifference, cruelty, malice, greed.

This is totally incompatible with the character of old Fordring. Before he got close, old Fordring felt the cold and evil in his heart, as well as a strong smell of blood, which represented the three forces of this guy, which were also incompatible with the power of old Fordring.

It's like two worlds.

"You can't kill me! You can't tear me up! And this is my world of consciousness. Why do you want me to go away! You bastard

The old knight clenched his fist and rushed towards the dark figure. Although in the spiritual world, he could not hurt the guy, but that momentum weakened everything around him. Then he felt the voice suddenly quiet down.

"Can you hear me Strange. So who are you? "

"It doesn't matter who I am!"

Old Fordring loosened his fist. He looked at the quiet dark body before him. "I want you to obey me!"

"No! I refuse

The voice resolutely refused, "your power can not accommodate my existence, much worse than the first guy I contacted, I want to find the most suitable user for me, you... Can't!"

Old Fuding bared his teeth, but as a veteran, he didn't give up, but said quickly,

"Then you can't get out of here! I will trap you forever, you know, I have this ability! "

“…”

The voice was silent. After a moment, he seemed to make some concessions,

"Your thinking is strange! I said, I'm not for you, your power is... Um, salvation, and I represent death, understand? Forced integration can only make you feel more pain. I'm an axe and I won't suffer. Is your brain broken? "

Old Fordring grinned. He saw the hope of victory, which was simpler than he thought. After all, the soul of shadow sadness was just born, and the way of thinking was still very simple, so Fordring pondered for a moment and said,

"All weapons mean death."

"And I wave death to save. Look, it doesn't conflict. As for pain, it doesn't matter."

The old knight held out his hand,

"So before you find a more suitable person, obey me, I need to use your strength in exchange for the end of the war, that's really bad business, there is nothing worse than it."

After a few seconds of silence, old Fordring felt a cold energy slowly winding around his hand, and the voice that became quiet but suppressed a trace of death agitation.

"... what you said, I don't understand... But there seems to be some truth. OK, that's it... My name is shadow sadness. What about you?"

"My name is fording, Tirion fording!"

"Boom!"

The next moment, cold, evil, and with a strong smell of blood energy burst around the old Fordring's body. The darkness around the little half of Fordring's body faded at this moment, mixed with the holy light, and forced the people around him a few inches away.

When the golden and black lights collided around old Fordring's body for the last time, the light and fog would completely submerge the old knight's body sitting on the chair. A few seconds later, the smoke also dispersed. A tall figure came out of the smoke, his armor was broken, and his pale hair was windless, And the axe he held in his hand... On the ice blue blade full of death and dark energy, there is also a strange golden edge.

In this moment, the completely opposite energy has reached some strange balance and is combined.

"You made it?"

Mograine looked at the old Fordring with a touch of surprise. The latter shrugged his shoulders, carried the calm axe back behind him, and showed his left hand to the crowd,

"No... not quite, but barely enough."

The paladin's left hand has become a strange mixture of gold and black light. The light and shadow are like running water on the paladin's palm. At a certain moment, he will even appear a trace of "transparency", which shows the transparency of white bones. Almost every moment, there are two kinds of light spots against each other, which are like ground flesh and blood.

Constantly regenerating, constantly being destroyed.

This is the "pain" of shadow mourning. As long as old Fordring has been holding this weapon, the confrontation between death and light will always exist. As the weapon tells him, this will be the ultimate pain.

"Congratulations, man!"

Sarufal also breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at old fording and held out his thumb to him. "You are a real tough guy. You have done what other people can't do."

"Well... It looks good."

Dick took a look at old Fordring's shining palm and nodded, "let's go to the next stage... The soul of shadow sorrow is still weak. It's obviously unrealistic to let it fight frost sorrow now, so we have to" cook "a real meal to make it stronger!"

The paladin spread his hands and moved his wrists,

"You're going to love the process. I've got a good name for it."

"Thousand soul feast!"