Time: Black Gate 23/xx/Place: A certain Talung County dragged by thoughts

The other day, in Fountain Square in Talon County, Skeleton King Hocgas caused us a lot of trouble. At this time, he was still flesh and blood, and he was dressed all over, and a specially made elongated sword was pinned to his iron belt. Minna whispered about the history of the Viku people and the contemporary phenomenon of Viku atavism. My focus was not on his tall stature and polite demeanor, but on feeling, or rather bathing in, the holy light that filled the streets, the town, and the air.

The elf with the three staffs on her back puffed out her cheeks slightly, and she said as if no one was around: "It's really strange, there is holy power everywhere... Their magic sources are all of holy attributes. ”

"Could it be that what Pamela asked us to do has something to do with the Light?" the street market was filled with hundreds of stalls, large and small, stretching out of sight along the houses on both sides of the road, and the crowds in between pushed us forward. They probably didn't hear me talking to myself, and even shouting on such a noisy road might be covered by the noisy market.

"Are you hungry?" I spotted an early-morning wind-eroded iron sign at the intersection of an alley that read 'Headless Inn'. I was amazed that in a place where the Light Faith was held, the sign of this inn was eerie and terrifying, and the rust on it could be mistaken for blood if you didn't look closely.

Abby didn't think so, and she replied loudly, "I'm hungry for a long time! The snacks Moros sent me were lost in the Battle of Yunqi Mountain, and I can eat a Kodo beast now!"

After many days of sharing weal and woe, Wilhelmina's cold tone reassured me, and she said, "Oh no! Eat such a sacred animal!?"

I hurriedly spoke: "Minna, she didn't mean that, that's just a description." As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately pulled the two girls and hid quickly into the alley.

Abby puffed up and complained, "Can't you joke around in this place?!"

"Shhhhhh "The resonance between the particles of holy light in the air and myself made me aware of the threat behind me early on.

"It's them ... Abby blurted out, and Minna covered her mouth.

I lowered my voice a few more times, tried to lower my voice as low as I could, and said, "Well, it's the two guys who have been following us in Yunqi Mountain!"

Abby broke free of her hand and whispered as I did, "Those two idiots can't be from the real world, are they??"

Minna: "It's not impossible, Pamela is influencing the whole real world. ”

"Leave them alone, if there is a conflict in such a place, there will be countless casualties. ”

Abby: "The more I look at these villagers, the more they look like dummies! I can't say ... Is that a word called?"

"Their atmosphere was so peaceful, the guards in front of the town, the peasants by the ridges, the merchants in the streets, no matter what they said, there was a smile on their faces. "I was aware of this, but when I said it, my back was covered in a cold sweat.

Minna: "Probably because of the Holy Light Sect, their slightest unpleasant expression could lead to death. ”

"I think so too, but it's terrible, their actions and thoughts have been kidnapped! It's an absolute good thing to live in harmony with those around you, but if hypocrisy comes at the cost of freedom, it's completely contrary to the Father's will!"

Minna's deep silver pupils seemed to flicker suddenly, they were a pair of eyes that could echo the moonlight, and I guessed that the flickering might be a manifestation of her wanting to kill: "How can you say that Talon County is also the birthplace of Protestantism, but I didn't expect that the practice of burning witches has been banned since ancient times! Magicians would slaughter druids, and after the druids came to power, the higher-ups drove the magic-loving elves out of Darnassus!"

"Yes, Abby's Sindore ancestors are the elves you said were driven out of their homes. ”

Abby: "Daddy told me you can't hate the Night Elves. ”

"Mr. Medivan is overwhelmed... If everyone were like you, there would be no war. ”

Abby: "You must be scolding me!"

"It's far away, let's go to the [Headless Hotel] to rest our feet and relieve the fatigue of the past few days. ”

It's a small alley with little light, and piles of garbage bags block other tourists and locals, and to be honest, opening a hotel in such a place is a loss for money, but the cost is probably not high, because the rent must be cheap enough to destroy the industry chain in the same industry. After avoiding a few mountains of garbage, at the end of this cul-de-sac on the left-hand side is the façade of this inn, but the gate is on the ground, and there is a short old man who is so old that he is scumbag, he is lying on the garbage on the other side of the alley and sleeping, this little old man has a white beard and white hair is messy, I think I seem to have seen him, but I can't remember where, and then I think that he may be one of the thousands of zombies in the future, although I am very emotional, but I also stop there, and no longer think about his origin.

At this moment, after a little stunned, a voice suddenly appeared behind the three of them, and we were all shocked by our own excellent perception, but we didn't have time to show it. The rickety figure was already in front of us, this was an old lady who couldn't see her age, I roughly estimated it, either she wouldn't be able to maintain it, or she was over 100 years old.

It was the same voice that came from the depths of her throat again: "Ahem, cough, cough... She came from the downtown behind us, her strength was so heavy that even Abby's expression was confused, and she couldn't help but yell, "This old lady... ”

I hurriedly stood up a palm in front of her mouth, for fear that the old woman would hear it and add unnecessary trouble.

The old lady's movement speed was about 100 meters per hour, and this trembling body was in front of us at this time, and we couldn't get past it in just ten meters.

Minna: "What's the matter?

"Don't worry! We'll wait for her to speak first! This old zombie has just crossed from behind us to the front, and his body is extremely fast, and now he is showing his illness and crookedness, he must be deliberately trying to test us. "I am not sure whether the old lady's ears can hear or not, so my voice remains in a whispering state.

"Temptation? Oh. The old lady repeated my words as she coughed, moving slowly forward inch by inch in small steps.

Abby couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, "Grandma, you can't hurry up, or let us go first, and then you will shiver slowly!"

The old lady tilted her head slightly and said, "Stinky girl, mother-in-law, I have a leg disease, if I stop now, it will be difficult to walk so fast." ”

Abby was really enraged, and picked up the old lady from behind, and ran into the headless inn, and we both ran two steps closer to see Abby throw the old lady on a broken sofa with a spring exposed. The drunken old man outside the tavern was alarmed by the sound, snorted a few times, and went back to sleep.

On the first floor of the hostel was a bar, and there was not even a single guest except us and the old lady, and the round tables and stools were in tatters, and there were sharp openings in several tables. Wine or blood stains can be found in every corner. I wouldn't be shocked if someone told me it was the torture chamber or meat market of the rancid zombies of the Scourge Legion. A middle-aged man with a blank face is constantly wiping the same glass of wine with a rag in the bar.

"Owner, brought us three cold orange beers. Minna said to the man, then changed her words: "It's four cups!"

The old lady glared at Abby wryly, but did not complain, and after a while she stood up like a tumbler from the couch and muttered, "Don't add ice to my cup." ”

The bartender was pretty quick, and a few glasses of wine were brought to our table in a few moments: "Open us two more rooms, we're going to spend the night here today." I told him that he had no answer, and walked back to the bar ghostly, and retrieved two large iron keys from underneath, which had been outdated for many years, and had been completely obsolete except for my house and the Shadowfang Castle that I had visited later, because they were very inconvenient to carry and looked dirty to hang around my waist.

Due to the presence of the old lady, the three of us were momentarily embarrassed, and neither of us spoke. This old human lady was so old, and I didn't expect her to be much taller than these round tables when she was younger, but she didn't have pointed ears, so she was clearly not a dwarf or a dwarf.

"Grandma, say whatever you want. I whispered calmly.

She looked at me with disdain on her face and stayed for a long time before she spoke: "Be quiet! If you let the Talon County garrison know that you are an undead, you will never get out of here alive." ”

"No one saw that you were here to disgust me? Who the hell are you? Why do you know about the undead?"

"You must be an outlier among the undead! I've killed a few, but they don't have your sanity!"

"This is not necessarily an advantage! Have you ever heard of being good and being bullied?"

Abby suddenly whispered in my ear, "She used changeling magic to change her appearance!" To say that the cultivation of this kind of magic is very difficult, it is not so easy to smash cells and reshape them in an instant, this magic is better used by the stupid girl of the Kru Demon Sect, and the strange transfiguration technique is really not flawed at all, unless it is possible to reveal her identity between words, otherwise it is difficult to judge.

The old lady seemed to hear it, but she only frowned, and said to Abby lightly: "Little girl, the foundation is good, but your brain is too dead, your talent is average, I know another ice mage girl, but she is much stronger than you." The old lady's speech was no longer old, but the voice of a middle-aged woman. Abby and I held our staff at the same time, and if it was the Demon Cult girl again, then I really wanted to grab her and ask her what the Demon Cult was trying to do.

Beads of sweat ran down Abby's forehead, and I heard her sigh in her heart, "She finally stopped hiding her mana, this mana is too strong." ”

"Who are you?" I asked preemptively.

"The widow ... The old lady said briefly.

"What... I asked again in disbelief.

"So bad ears at a young age, widow! I said I was a widow!"

"We're asking you what's your name!" Abby said impatiently, as if she couldn't wait to do it.

"Modra Mordgood. The old lady said calmly.

Minna was surprised, I had heard of the name too, only Abby snorted contemptuously.

"You don't preside over the overall situation in Dalaran, why did you come to Dalonshire?" Mordra is one of the six members of the Dalaran Council, in the last 200 years, she has been active in Azeroth, and she has done her justice to the fullest, but in the last fifty or sixty years, she has not made a move, but entered Dalaran as a council representative of the Violet Eye.

Modra poured the orange beer into his mouth, and his expression showed a look of embarrassment: "I can tell you the truth, but I can't say anything else." ”

I thought for a moment, and then asked, "You were in the alley just now, deliberately blocking our way, it wasn't just for fun, right?"

I noticed that her hand was touching the corner of her clothes, obviously a little uncomfortable: "Forget it, I'd better get it straight! You have a fresh face and wear the Holy See's Holy Spirit Scepter, tell me, where did you get that? Don't talk about deceiving those stupid guards, I know all the 72 Pillar Bishops of Azeroth, and you can't fake it." ”

"Do you know who the original owner of this scepter was?"

"Pope Alonthos Fao!" replied the old woman in no uncertain terms.

"Then I dare to ask, where is the Pope now?" I would like to confirm again the current year, although we have preliminarily determined that it was Easter last year, but we have not yet found direct evidence of what year.

Fao had just been mourned, and before he died, he gave 72 pillars of each of the holy relics he had collected in his life. I was there, I didn't see you!"

Just died!This is the 13th year of the Black Gate!That is, ten years ago!What kind of medicine is sold in Pamela's gourd?She was not born at the time, isn't this the dimension of time!?My mind is racing, she is the guardian of myths, is this the plot of myths and legends!?She added us to the legends, but... For what, exactly?

My hesitation made the old mage Modra even more alert, the index and middle fingers of her right hand were unnaturally stacked together, Abby and Minna were like great enemies, the situation was extremely tense, since this old lady had the title of the all-Azeroth archmage bestowed by the Dalaran Council, it was not in vain, if it was not appropriate, let her do it, we may not be able to take advantage of it. The level difference is too far, the strength of the six-person council is almost the same as that of the guardian, and that is not innate, but acquired, compared to Xiaoxiao, a half-baked guardian who is a half-way monk, people's combat experience is several times or even dozens of times the blessing.

"Modra, you have given me the title of Archmage, regardless of the miserable situation of the people here, you have been idle for decades, and now you dare to come to me! May I ask if I have used this scepter to kill good people?

Sure enough, the old lady smiled when I scolded her: "Okay! You are really not a Protestant madman! You ask me why I can't go into hiding, why should I be born in such a peaceful year in the world? Do you want me to take action if you catch a thief or kill a tribe?"

"Hmph! There are good and evil, treacherous and loyal in the Union tribes, aren't these Protestant lunatics discriminatory against other faiths exactly the same as yours?"

"The orcs invaded Azeroth and killed hundreds of thousands of my compatriots! King Terenus was kind-hearted and did not kill those pig captives after the war, but the humans bestowed mercy on them, but I know that they are all caged tigers, and if they are allowed to escape from the concentration camp, the world will be ruined again!"

"Not necessarily! I'll tell you the truth! We are jumping from the future to this era, when the alliance and the tribe have occasional conflicts, but most of the good people who are poor and happy are still at home, and it is this ghost place, which is called the plague land in later generations, is in chaos, and you can't find a disaster victim, because the plague killed everyone!"

"Hmph, not to mention whether your theory of the future past is tenable, if you kill everyone, how will you survive?"

"I... Minna tugged at the corner of my coat as I realized that I was an undead and that I shouldn't tell Modra, but in order to sound the alarm about the future tragedy of Dalaran and all of Lordaeron, I pulled open the placket of my shirt, revealing the giant fist-sized hole.

The old drunk outside the door couldn't help but scream, and the bartender in the bar let go of his hand, and the big wine fell to the ground with a thud and shattered. Modra didn't have time to be surprised, she and we were surprised that the drunk outside the door was pretending to be asleep, and the bartender seemed to be pregnant with a ghost child.

The old lady's hands were facing the two of them, her index finger and middle finger were clenched, and before the bartender could figure out what was going on, he disappeared from the bar, and in less than a second, a big snow-white sheep came out of the bar. Outside the door, there was a barrier of light in front of the old man, and the holy light was also magically formed into the shape of a sheep, but the old man himself was not harmed by Modra's transfiguration. He stood up from the garbage heap with his goatee, only five and a half feet tall, his beard was white, his tousled beard and hair obscured most of his face, and his ragged clothes affected my thoughts, and when I saw the barrier of light, I knew that he was my fellow saint, but I still couldn't remember who he was. This person is about 7 or 80 years old, and there seems to be no one I know.

Modra shouted, "There's Protestant eyeliner!"

Abby and I glanced at each other, and when I saw that the elf was about to make a move, I quickly grabbed her wrist and shook my head slightly.

Modra had already rushed out of the gate and ran towards the old man, and the two elders in their seventies began to move. Abby hurriedly asked, "Why don't you let us do it?"

"The old man didn't speak the precept mantra, he wasn't a Protestant. Modra also heard my words, but her hand couldn't hold it, I saw her hand gesturing, the garbage bag under the old man suddenly fused together, into a lifelike huge black bear, the old man grabbed the black bear's neck, the skin and flesh intersected in an instant, the garbage bear's skull cells were proliferated by the holy light, the internal tissue continued to grow, and in an instant, it burst open, spewing out countless kitchen waste.

Before Mordra's next spell could be used, the strip patio above the old man's head suddenly rained a rain of light composed of golden feathers, and the old man lightly stretched his ape arms, connected to several golden feathers, inserted them on the outside of his two calves, and then instantly arrived at the rushing Mordra's side, and gently grabbed her shoulders. My eyes didn't keep up with the old man's movements, he was too fast just now, [Heavenly Feather] is the gift of the archangel Gabriel, and the barrier of light like me is the gift of the archangel Shaliye, which shows that this old man has the divine protection of two archangels. What I didn't expect was that he actually resorted to the gift of a third guardian angel.

I saw that the old man grabbed Modra's shoulder and pushed it, but the other hand ran towards the wall and patted, and a shining ring appeared on the old wall tiles, which was the [Immeasurable Heavenly Fire], the holy gift of the archangel Lemuel. He clearly didn't want to hurt Modra, so he slapped his killer move against the wall as a warning. It's to tell Modra, I can kill you, but if you don't, you don't have to be unforgiving. But Mordra was extremely conceited about her mana, and this behavior was contempt and disdain for her, and even though it had been proven that this person was not a Protestant eyeliner, she still couldn't stop it.

She was pushed by the old man's shoulder, and instantly turned half a circle, and when she circled back, she had turned her right leg into a thick stump, and kicked her leg up, the thin old man must not be able to withstand this blow, he hurriedly put his hand in front of his mouth, and the holy light formed a simple horn in his hand, and a huge whining sound hit Modra's body, and her body could not move at once, and the wooden leg kicked in the air, which made her even more embarrassed. The old man suddenly waved the horn in his hand, his hands were clasped together, and a sacred lily appeared in his palm, and he gently placed it on Mordra's stump leg, and then the leg changed back to its original shape, and Mordra himself also became the appearance of a silver-haired **** person.

Archangel Uriel's soul horn and Raphael's heart lily, in a short moment, are already the gift of the fifth guardian angel. This time, even if I can't remember who he is, I can confirm my judgment through these sacred words, and this person is actually Pope Alonsos Fao.

Whether or not that death is true, whether he is not dead in the first place, or whether he has been resurrected like me, he can only be Fao, because there is only one person in this world who can possess more than five kinds of gifts at the same time. Paladins Uther, Tirio Fordin, Tulayan, and others can only use four or three holy gifts, and I already think that I am a century-old genius with two of them, and now, the legendary Great Pope who can use all the holy gifts of the seven archangels is right in front of me。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)