The atmosphere in the tightly guarded headquarters had entered a stagnation, and Herold and Dalyan, as well as Gianna, had fallen into a self-contradictory surprise after listening to old Mograine's gruesome description. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Great Knight, who was once known as the "Incarnation of the Light" and was given the surname "Lightbringer", the symbol of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the hero who almost single-handedly supported the entire ruined country after the fall of Lordaeron, just fell like this?

And according to the description of the Grand Knight of Mograine, Lord Uther is likely to turn into a dark monster even more terrifying than Arthas?

This is definitely news that can make people see three times.

Everyone was shocked, Gianna even in horror, grabbed Dick's palm, feeling the sweat in the palm of the eldest lady's hand, Dick squinted his eyes and put his other hand on the eldest lady's hand, he looked at old Mograine, as if organizing the language, and after more than ten seconds, he spoke,

"Great Knight, you already have the Ember Bringer, I believe, you have also seen my Flame of Justice, if you have the chance, you can also go and meet the Sun King of Quel'Thalas, the Flame Strike in the hands of Kael'thas - Sunstrider, you are a well-informed man, I want to ask, what is the feeling of these unique weapons for you?"

Dick's question was somewhat abrupt, in fact, it was completely unrelated to the topic they had talked about before, but old Mograine keenly understood another meaning from Dick's words, his somewhat gray eyebrows shrugged, and after thinking for a few minutes, the Grand Knight said with some uncertainty,

"In fact, the sword gave me a unique sense of familiarity when I received the Ashbringer from His Majesty Magni. ”

As he spoke, the great knight put the heavy sword on the table behind his back, and when he unswiped the sword wrapped in it, a domineering aura of holy light swept through the entire hall in an instant.

It was beyond the warmth of ordinary holy light, even Herold, who was also a paladin, felt a trace of burning skin from this light, and the warriors of the Stratholme Warband looked at the heavy sword on the table, their eyes shining with an incredible light.

It was a silver-white heavy sword, different from the ordinary double-sided heavy sword, this sword was more similar to the machete used by the orcs back then, and it was the most destructive straight-edged sword, on the sword body, the magic pattern composed of a little light floated back and forth, adding a sense of mystery to this murder weapon.

Behind the straight blade, in an arc-shaped depression, the crystal, which the elder Mograini called the "Ember Bringer", floated in it, and its surface was marked by the palm of a knight of the Silver Hand, inscribed by the skilled dwarven king, and behind this sword was an eerie "L" shaped thick hilt, red and yellow, and finally a red weight emblazoned with Mograine's coat of arms.

This sword is completely different from the fire of justice, it was born to punish evil, and all darkness will be reduced to ashes in its wake.

As everyone admired the aggressive artifact, Grand Knight Alessandro's narration continued, reaching out and grasping the hilt of the Ember Bringer's sword, his tone tinged with nostalgia.

"When I first held the hilt of this sword, I had a sense of familiarity, although the nature of the power is different, I feel that this sword and your warhammer, the power contained in it, should be the same, both are interpretations of the different concepts of the Holy Light. ”

At this point, the old knight paused, glanced at Dick, and continued,

"If I'm not mistaken, this Ember Bringer is the embodiment of the Light's aggressiveness, that is, the power of punishment, and your Flame of Justice, although it is also used in battle, I can feel that it is the power of salvation, even though you are not proficient in the healing spells of the Light. ”

Speaking of this, old Mograine had a glimmer of realization in his heart, and looking at Dick's smiling expression, a flash of thought flashed through his mind, and he exclaimed,

"The magic sword! the magic sword and the sorrow of frost, I see... No wonder, no wonder you say that only that sword can save Uther... I see..."

"Huh?"

Old Mograine had a look on his face that knew all the secrets, much to the dissatisfaction of the three melon-eaters around him, and Gianna turned his inquiring gaze to Dick, who looked at her, opened his mouth generously, showed a bright smile, and squinted his eyes to tell the mystery of the mystery.

"The Great Knight is right, the Flame of Justice and the Ash Bringer represent two interpretations of the Holy Light, the embodiment of different attributes between the same power, which has risen to the level of understanding of power, Anna, you have also seen the Flame Strike in the hands of Kael'thas, and I want to tell you that it is also one of the many hidden artifacts of Azeroth, which is the interpretation of the power of fire in the mysteries of magic. ”

Dick stretched out his hand, touched Gianna's hair, and said to the expectant eldest lady,

"And the "Ebony Cold" you are about to pursue, the interpretation of the power of ice, believe me, it is the most suitable weapon for you!"

"The Great Knight of Uther has found his relief, the sword, the Apocalypse, it and the Frost Sorrow, are interpretations of the two states of death, according to what I learned from the prophet Medivan, the Frost Sorrow tends to manipulate death, and the Apocalypse, the Apocalypse does not have the ability to control the undead, but it is the embodiment of the aggressiveness towards death, the Great Knight, if I guess correctly, you can hear that whisper when approaching Uther, right?"

Old Mograini nodded, and he seemed to be caught up in the memories again, and his tone became abrupt,

"That was when Uther and I set off for Ironforge, and that night, I tried again to persuade Uther to put down the sword, but just as I was trying to snatch the sword from him, that voice, that gloomy, corrosive voice sounded in my head, it was bewitching me, it was bewitching me, it was bewitching me to attack Uther, it was bewitching me to take it from Uther, and at that moment, I felt like I was in hell... Holy Light, I can't believe that Uther faced that voice all day, it was a hellish experience!"

The Grand Knight finished speaking with a sad face, and then looked at Dick with suspicion,

"Also, I'm curious, where did you get this secret knowledge?"

"Great Knight, I heard that you were there when the black-robed prophet warned King Terenus that day. Before you set out, I told you that it was the dead and resurrected Astral Mage Medivan, and in fact, I had the privilege of studying with him for a short time. ”

Dick picked up the cold teacup and drank it down to hide the nervousness that flashed on his face, he pursed his lips and said to the Grand Knight,

"Great knight, you don't have to worry about Mr. Uther becoming a monster like Arthas. During the time I studied with the Prophet, I learned the secret of the Apocalypse, the magic sword that was being held in the hands of Mr. Uther, it was a real magic sword, it had been bewitching the will of the sword bearer to obey, but when the sword bearer was truly obedient, his soul would be consumed by the magic sword. ”

Looking at the great knight who jumped up in surprise, Dick stretched out his hand and interrupted him, motioning for him to finish listening to his words,

"For Mr. Uther's will, I believe that you know best who has fought side by side with him for more than ten years, but he is not a person who is 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 magic sword's bewitchment, Mr. Uther's will will only become stronger and stronger, please believe me, he will eventually regain all his sanity and completely get rid of the influence of death on him, and at that time, the Uther you are familiar with will return. ”

Dick glanced at the worried Mograine and added a sentence in his heart, the one he didn't say.

"Even if Uther fails, his soul will be consumed by the apocalypse, and he will never be the next Arthas. ”

After Dick's words, the dull atmosphere in the whole room became a little more relaxed, and even Mograine, who had always been under pressure, finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Dick tell the secret of the artifact, and Miss Gianna began to have a trace of fantasy about the "Ebony Cold" in her heart when she heard the mystery of these artifacts.

But the other young fellow was stirred by Dick's words.

Dalyan, the lucky guy couldn't help but stand up after thinking for a few minutes, he glanced at his father, gently placed the blade of anger on the table behind his back, and asked in a low voice,

"Brother Dick... And the "old man" I use now, is it also it?"

Before Dalyan could finish speaking, he approached the Ash Bringer's Angry Blade and shook violently, this time it was not the kind of petty fight before, Dalyan could feel that the sword was instantly "alive", its hum was provocative!

One of the same offensive artifacts, the Blade of Fury, or Scamdor, felt the sharp and domineering aura coming from the nearby Ash Bringer, which it saw as a challenge, which was unbearable for wild weapons, and at the moment it shook, the fierce iron blood, madness, and desperate will to slaughter, the kind of temperament that only existed in the bravest warriors, filled the room.

This momentum woke up the pensive old Mograini, and his gaze immediately fell on Dalyan, who was holding the blade of anger in both hands and using all his strength to try to suppress the provocative actions of the "old man".

At this moment, the sudden change of the youngest son, the reason why he chose the way of a rough warrior, exploded in the heart of old Mograine, with his knowledge, combined with the secret of the "artifact" that Dick said just now, how could he not know that this weapon, which had been carried by the younger son, was actually an artifact!

No wonder...

At this moment, the old knight's anger at Dalyan's choice and his ardent hope that Dalyan would inherit the way of the paladin dissipated.

How could he not see that Dick valued Dalyan, and even gave Dalyan the artifact, a treasure that was enough to cause war, to Dalyan to use, and as a user of the Ember Messenger, he could faintly feel that these proud artifacts had their own souls, and if he continued to force Dalyan to follow the path of a paladin, it would undoubtedly make this artifact choose to abandon Dalyan.

Under the balance between the two, the old Mograini silently put away the ash messenger and wrapped it in an enchanted rune cloth, unlike Dalyan, who had no way to control the artifact, the old Mograine's strength was already the top of Azeroth's current level, and with his understanding of the Holy Light alone, controlling a handful of ash messengers was as simple as eating and drinking water for him.

"Dalyan, my son... Cultivate well in the Stratholme Warband, don't lose the face of the Mograine family!"

Before walking out of the headquarters, the Grand Knight said a word to his son, who had his head bowed, and then turned away decisively.

"Father!"

Dalyan didn't expect that his father, who had always been rigid and strict, would support his rebellious moves, but after all, he was only a 19-year-old child, and he didn't know what old Mograine was thinking, and at this time, he was simply moved by his father's love.

The purpose of the Great Knight's visit this time has been achieved, and after confirming that his friend Uther's future path is safe, he will rush back to Sidaronmir as soon as possible, and with the Ember Messenger in hand, it will no longer be impossible to defeat the Scourge Legion!

But Dick was still sitting where he was, holding in his hand a pile of the latest battle reports left by old Mograine, and after seeing the information that "the undead army in the Tirisfa region is suspected to be gathered", Dick raised his eyebrows, he knew that Dalaran... Targeted.

But just after everyone left, Miss Gianna's eyes turned, and suddenly she took Dick's hand very gently, and leaned her head on Dick's shoulder, this action made Dick very warm, but the next sentence of the eldest lady made Dick's face become a bitter melon.

"Little villain! I want you to do me a favor. ”

"Huh?"

"My supervisor wrote to me this morning and asked me to submit an academic paper as a graduation assessment, and I was going to write some theories about ice magic, but now, I find that what you just said is very interesting. ”

“... Anna, my darling, I would love to help you, but you must know that this forbidden knowledge should not..."

"~Help others~ Is it good~Good ~"

"Well... Well..."

"~Really good~mua~"