On the third day after the end of the Demon Slayer, Dick woke up from a deep sleep. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was lying on the bed in the command room, but his consciousness was still on the battlefield of slaying demons, and as soon as his eyes opened, the whole person jumped up from the bed, and the result was sore, and the painful body let out an overwhelmed scream, Dick jumped in the air, and then fell to the ground in a very embarrassed form.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Dick rubbed his head and got up from the ground.

Almost no part of the chest, abdomen, legs, and whole body except for the left arm that does not hurt is normal, it is a stinging pain, like the feeling after being burned.

With difficulty, the paladin moved his body to the chair, pulled open the drawer, took out the archmage's pipe, inhaled the cold air, and put it in his mouth.

"Wisdom is priceless!"

The secret words were spoken, and the empty ebony pipe appeared with full tobacco leaves, and then automatically lit a fire.

"Uh... Comfortable..."

White smoke enveloped Dick's face, and he leaned back in his chair and put his other hand in front of his eyes, a familiar number jumping into his eyes.

"Dick Don"

"Lord"

"23 years old, male, healthy"

"Strength 180 (+60), Agility 180 (+60), Energy 1150 (+300), Holy Energy 650 (+300)"

"Class Template: Paladin - Increases damage by 100% when the opponent is an unordered creature"

"Liege template: Stratholme. Followers - Elite Paladin Liadrin"

Comment: The power of the dragon has been activated, although it is a beginner blessing, but you may be able to have a nickname in the future, called "Dragon Knight"?"

Dick's eyes widened, the dragon power of "all attributes +30", this is the reward for saving the Green Dragon Queen and Illanicus last time, and it is a blessing from Illanicus who has recovered his sanity to Dick himself, and it is said that it will open after it fits perfectly with the body. So Dick wasn't curious.

What really surprised him was that his true energy value, that is, stamina and life, had strangely doubled!

"What's going on? Is my plug-in finally activated?"

Dick clenched his fists to himself, feeling the blood flowing in his body, not surprisingly, both the toughness of his body and the viscosity of his blood have improved a lot, which means that Dick's resistance to blows and healing ability have improved a lot.

Although it was not like the value, it doubled out of thin air, but this "unexpected joy" still made Dick's face solemn.

The inexplicable increase in strength is not simply a good thing, especially in the wonderful world of Azeroth, there are many ways to make a person's strength multiply several times out of thin air, but without exception, it is a fatal situation.

"Anvina, you know... What happened after I fell unconscious?"

Dick put his finger on the handle of the holy hammer on the weapon rack next to the table, and the weak voice of little Lori came to Dick's mind.

"Stupid! stupid! stupid! people don't want to pay attention to you! it's so uncomfortable..."

"What's wrong?"

Dick asked with a frown, he noticed that the light on the Holy Hammer had also become thinner, which made him a little worried, in the dangerous demon battlefield, without the "Holy Light Unsheath" provided by the Righteous Fire for free, Dick's combat power would be reduced by at least one-fifth out of thin air.

Although he is usually very pampered by Avena and tries not to disturb the dormancy of the Sun Spirit, in this kind of matter that concerns his own life, he can't help but do something wrong with Lori.

"Oh yes, people don't know... I just feel that my compatibility with the Holy Hammer is getting higher and higher!It may take a while to really connect myself with the Holy Hammer, it's so uncomfortable!Stupid, when others complete this connection, your Holy Hammer can become bigger and smaller~!"

“…”

Dick rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, this feature was completely unattractive.

"What about other functions than getting bigger and smaller?

"Get out!"

Avena's roar reverberated back and forth in Dick's head, and the paladin covered his ears, but to no avail, he gritted his teeth and surrendered.

"Alright, your state has affected the Holy Hammer... How long will it take you? And tell me what happened after I was unconscious?"

"People don't know how long it will take! And people don't want to talk now, it's so uncomfortable!"

“……”

"Stupid! go see for yourself!"

With Anvina's whimpering in pain, a faint force passed from the hilt of the Holy Hammer, Dick did not resist, his eyes went dark, and he felt that he had entered a third-party perspective.

In front of his eyes, Grom's feeble body was falling from the top of the Abyss Lord's head, his blood-red battle axe was left on the entire severed skull of Malones, and the scorching dark green blood continued to burst on his red-stained body, and the orc Juggernaut finally fell weakly on the dusty battlefield.

And at this time, a staggering figure pounced on the body and swelled three times, seeing that it was about to blow himself up, next to Malones, two hands were attached to the body of the Abyss Lord, and then there was a creepy sound of buffalo drinking.

"Goo... Goo..."

In the rhythmic flow of liquid, Malones's swollen body unexpectedly calmed down, and as time passed, it had lost its lifeless body, and was shrinking further, and finally after ten minutes of sucking, Malones's body disappeared, leaving only a huge white bone and an ugly skull cut open by an axe.

The blood-red battle axe was left straight on the top of the skull.

The blood-red vines, separated from the tips of the ten fingers, spread among the white bones as if they had been pulled out of the roots, shocking and dense.

Eventually, the staggering figure withdrew his hands, and the slender blood-red branches, like flowing snakes, retracted into his fingertips.

The figure turned, lowered its head, took two steps forward, and then fell headfirst to the ground, his face flickering before the eyes of the hideous Dick, and the whole environment turned into darkness, and then vanished.

The paladin's fist squeaked, and he gritted his pipe, squeezing two words out between his teeth.

"Deer Helm... Bloody oak... !"

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"Bell~"

The low bell rang in the depths of the Fireblade Canyon, which had been completely cleared for three days.

30 wolf cavalry dressed in traditional costumes stood not far away, singing the ballad of the Warsong clan, 10 heavily armed paladins, walking on both sides, carrying heavy sarcophagi, Dick in a black dress, beside him stood a mademoiselle and Liadrin, who were in a long black dress, and behind him stood Erigor and Dalyan, who looked solemn.

The strongest of his body, Herold walked bare-chested, holding the white skull left by the Abyss Lord on his shoulders and walking in front of the sarcophagus.

Even the elves, in a rare way, sent several messengers, who came from Mount Hyjal to bring the condolences of Tyrande, Malfurion, and Garrod.

Thrall and Wallock, their bodies still wrapped in heavy bandages, but two orcs, each with a shovel, silently leveled the graveyard that had already been dug up.

The dwarves of the First Expeditionary Regiment were placed in front of the cemetery with a black stele of the hero's life and a prayer written in Thrall's honor.

"Here sleeps the roar of Grom Hell,

The chief of the Warsong Clan.

The beginning and the end of the curse of our nation are closely related to it.

His name means "giant's heart" in our ancient language,

He lives up to his name!

His giant body towered before Malones like an iron tower, and he won us freedom and glory with his blood. Hats off to you!

May the war hymn never fade, my brother?"

This is also the prayer that Sal, whose eyes are red, recited in grief before the sarcophagus was covered with earth.

This was probably the first time that the commanders of the First Expeditionary Force had attended the funeral of an orc, but at this moment, in this solemn and suffocating scene, no one expressed their disdain and hatred, and no one stared at those tall orcs with hatred.

Maybe from today onwards, when they meet on the battlefield, they will desperately slash weapons into each other's bodies, but at least at this moment, Grom used his sacrifice to open a path to peace for the two bloody races.

All warriors, all veterans, worship heroes, and in this era of chaos, such heroes are needed, and more than ever, heroes are needed!

The sarcophagus was covered with earth, and everyone stepped forward in order, placing the white flowers in their hands on the black stone tablet, and the orcs put their daggers and short swords in the tomb, which was to bless their chieftains, and their brothers, after going to the other world, there would be no shortage of weapons to kill the enemy.

It's a glorious tradition.

Dick stepped forward, unsheathed his Great Crusader Sword from his belt, bent down to place it in the pile of weapons, and placed his left hand on his chest.

"I wish you all the best, my comrade-in-arms, my brother!"

Seeing Dick's move, Thrall did not stop him, Dick has this power, although what happened at the end of that day, no one knows, but the last Thrall who fainted, it is certain that Dick inspired Grom's courage, otherwise, with the state of the orc sword master at that time, it would be impossible to complete the incredible counter-killing.

"Wait, Dick!"

Thrall stopped Dick, who turned around and saw the Great Chief take the blood-red axe from Vallock's hand, with dark green blood stains on it.

This is a heavy battle axe of pure black, even from the eyes of the most discerning dwarve, it is a near-perfect weapon, cruel and wild, fierce and powerful, all the qualities that belong to a warrior, on this weapon, can find its due traces.

The barb-shaped thick blade of the axe, as well as the bone spurs on the back of the battle axe, give this weapon a savage style, and the black animal skin is cut into strips and wrapped around the axe handle, giving this weapon a restrained demeanor.

Dick looked at Thrall suspiciously, watching him hand the battle axe that belonged to Grom in front of his eyes,

"Take it, Dick, in Grom... At the last moment of my brother's life, he handed it over to you, and he said, I hope you will give it to its next master, this battle axe is called..."

"It's called Blood Roar, a weapon that has been passed down for thousands of years by the Hellroar family, the symbol of the Warsong Clan, the hand of the patriarch!"

Dick interrupted Thrall, and he looked at the orc chief seriously,

"Is it really appropriate to give me a human with such a weapon with such obvious symbolism?"

Sal's not-so-good-looking face squeezed out an ugly smile, and his blue eyes were full of sadness,

"The new country of the orcs, the new homeland has been established, that world, the world that has left us with tragic memories, is meaningless, we can't go back, I give it to you, hoping to be a memorial to the peace between the orcs and Theramore. ”

Dick took a deep breath, which man would not like this legendary weapon, his hands trembled a little, but finally reached out and grasped the hilt of the bloody roar.

He even felt that the tomahawk trembled at this moment, as if resisting, but quickly quieted down.

"Don't worry, Sal, I know what Grom means, I'll find its true owner for it!"

Dick held the tomahawk in his hand, feeling the heaviness, the wildness and blood rushing to his face, and he narrowed his eyes,

"In the name of a paladin! I swear, I will make its owner worthy of it!"