The term "Winterveil" is used in many Azeroth cultures to derive from a peculiar demigod: Grandpa Winter. He appears all over the world at the end of each year, and with it comes a bitter cold wind. His awakening means that the earth will be shrouded in snow, so some people say that it was Grandpa Winter who covered the earth with a winter curtain. Although he covered the continent of Azeroth in snow, it gave birth to rebirth and the beginning of a new life.

The custom of the Winter Veil Festival is said to have originated with the dwarves and minotaurs. Dwarves and minotaurs alike chant an ancient legend and celebrate a time to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new during this snow-covered season. Each race has a different understanding of this legend, and the way they tell it varies depending on the race.

The dwarves are always keen to seek the secret of their origins, and they will celebrate this season as a tribute to Grandpa Winter. They have always considered themselves to be the creations of the Titans of ancient times, claiming that they have the blood of those mysterious creatures in their veins, and the dwarves who inhabit the snowy Danmoro rightfully believe that they have been blessed by Grandpa Winter.

The Minotaurs comprehend winter and the legend of the Winter Veil with their shamanic consciousness and recently incorporated druidic beliefs. Their primary focus is on updating their knowledge, however, in their view, other races simply worship the legend rather than pay more attention to its contents. Many minotaurs choose this time to express their gratitude for being able to find a new home in Mogore.

The idea of a feast held at this time of year comes from the legend itself. Grandpa Winter will wander through the continent of Azeroth during this season, using winter as a sign of his awakening, and it is said that he will reward those who welcome him. So. People everywhere hold feasts at the Winter Veil Festival to share what they have. In general, on the last day of this long festival. Everyone spends the whole day having fun and feasting to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

What's more. On this day, cities across Azeroth set off fireworks every hour after sunset, and there are plenty of free wine tastings.

Although in the warm south, people can't find snow to build snowmen and have snowball fights, on the last day of the year, the entire North County Abbey is cleaned and renovated, with lights and high ceilings. There are many mistletoe hanging from it, and many small pine trees with ribbons are arranged around.

It was the end of the year, but it was the beginning of a new year, and after going to the monastery to give festive gifts to Brother Niels and Brother Samuel, and to exchange blessings, Diego stood at the gate of the monastery for a long time. The long-standing traders have left with their caravans, mostly farmers from nearby vineyards and farms. He didn't know any of them. Although the crowd was bustling, Diego felt a little alone and lonely. Except for Guan Haifa, there is nothing around him. Looking at the people dressed in festive costumes and greeting each other, I can't tell what it feels like.

Unconsciously. It has been more than half a year since he came to this world, and as time passed, the traces of belonging to the earth on his body were gradually washed away. Turned into a complete Azeroth.

Diego returned to the barracks with some sadness, where he was alone. Brother Samuel gave the newcomers a week's vacation, and everyone was gone. Diego didn't know where he should go. Who to go with this icy festival. Masrae and his fellow Night Elves are in adultery, and he is too embarrassed to bother him.

Diego suddenly felt that he needed a home, a home in Azeroth, a place that didn't have to be spacious, and it didn't have to be open to the sea, but just that when he was tired from his adventure, he could relax and let him wash the dust off his body and rest his feet.

Diego sat down in his chair in a depressed mood, not even in the mood to stutter, until Masrae's loud voice rang out in the doorway. Diego turned his head in surprise to see the Night Elf in the red winter hat standing in the doorway, holding a large number of things in his hands, looking at him with a smile on his face. Behind him, the gnoll Van Goray wore a green winter hat and a huge backpack with a giggle on his face.

Diego suddenly felt like he was being struck by happiness. He suddenly stood up from his chair, only to find himself speechless.

"Hey, man, don't just stand there, we're all going to die of exhaustion." The Night Elf walked over and threw the things in his hand on the table, and then gave him a warm hug, "I said, can we spend the New Year together here?" ”

"Absolutely." Diego rubbed his moist eyes and said loudly with difficulty. By this time, Masrae was already busy in the house.

"Diego, these ciders need to be hot, do you have a stove here? Ha, a small bonfire, I know it's not going to bother you, but lighting a fire here really won't light this row of wooden houses? ”

"This box is a little gingerbread and eggnog, where do you put it?"

"Hey, this candy bar is only for kids, Van Gore, you idiot, why are you buying so many of these things?"

"Master, where is this big black cauldron? I've memorized all the way. In the corner of the room, the gnolls asked timidly, it seemed that Masrae had trained him well, or at least seemed polite.

"Next to the campfire in the middle of the house, stupid!" Masrae scolded, he turned his head and looked at Diego with some shyness, "It's hard to rent a carriage at this time, the two of us are walking all the way from Stormwind City. ”

Diego's eyes widened so that the tears would not fall. He stood there silently, smirking as the Night Elves and Van Goray were busy in the room, but his heart was full of warmth, maybe this is what it feels like to be at home. In his eyes, the ugly face of the jackal didn't look so ugly.

That night, they drank all their wine, and Diego couldn't even remember when he was drunk.

Masley and Van Goray spent five days in North County. In the past few days, Diego has done everything he can. He made all kinds of delicacies to entertain his friends, and even Nils and Samuel of the monastery were tempted by the aroma of food from time to time. Join them. Looking at the two monks feasting, Diego sometimes even thought in his heart. Is it possible to call Azeroth's version of "Buddha jumping over the wall"?

The day before the camp started again, the Night Elves and the Gnolls left with some reluctance, and they rode in the carriage that the newcomers had taken, and since it was a return trip, the fare was quite cheap.

The next day, the exhausting training began again. But after a warm holiday, almost all the apprentices were full of energy, and what was even more amazing was that Diego found himself proficient in the use of any weapon. Whether it's a sword, an axe, a hammer, or a long-handled weapon, even Brother Nils's staff, he can play with it. He had a feeling that the knowledge and skills of the use of weapons were hidden in his body, and that he was now just digging them out.

So about two weeks later, Brother Samuel found out. When it comes to the use of melee weapons, there is nothing left to teach yourself. Diego's melee weapon combat can level everyone in the boot camp, even the monks themselves, without all. It was also very difficult to win. Of course, this is the case without the Holy Light spell if he uses the energy of the Holy Light. The Hammer of Seal, Judgment, and Sanction ......, a set of Holy Light spells down. Diego was almost on his knees.

After experiencing the power of the Light first-hand, Diego became more motivated to learn. He studied hard. Even Brother Samuel, who wanted his apprentices to work hard, was so frightened by him that the Paladin Mentor had to dissuade him several times so that he wouldn't go the wrong way. You must know that the nature of the Light is neutral and peaceful, warm and deep. The mentality of quick success is not beneficial to comprehending the Light, and it is often counterproductive.

In fact, Diego also understood this, he had to calm down and slowly understand the nature and inner nature of the Holy Light, but unfortunately, after more than half a month, Diego himself still could not successfully release any Holy Light spell, even the simplest Holy Light Trial. He had listened to the monk's teachings and understood how to make the light flow through his body, but whenever he raised his hand and tried to release the surging energy, he always failed, as if an invisible wall was blocking it.

However, Diego knew that the Holy Light energy in his body was like a volcano that would definitely erupt one day, and all he had to do now was find a way to detonate it.

He had been frustrated by this for a long time, and for a while, he had been agonizing about it. This kind of thing is like looking for something, when you don't use it, that thing is always dangling in front of you, but when you use it, you can't find it.

However, one night a few days later, the matter was inadvertently resolved. That night, when Diego picked up his rifle that he hadn't used for a long time and applied oil to maintain it, he suddenly realized that he was a hunter and that he should probably try it the way a hunter did, so when he tried to mobilize the Holy Light energy in his body in the same way that he used the arcane energy during arcane shooting, a miracle happened.

A surge of energy rose from within him. It filled his heart with strength and light, and then slowly flowed towards his limbs. He cried out almost with pleasure as the familiar energy rushed through his hands and into the bolt of his rifle. Diego felt as if he was in a furnace, the purity and power of the light engulfing his being, and a waterfall pouring through his body like the halo of a sacred fire. Awe-struck by the power of the awakening, Diego opened his eyes and saw a warm golden glow slowly merge into the bullet like flowing water, and then slowly converge the light.

He was surprised to find that the arcane energy that had been stored in his body had long since been expelled and replaced by an abundance of holy light energy. This may be the reason why he can use the Light energy in the same way as a hunter.

Eventually, after experimenting over and over again, Diego discovered that he could not only infuse the Light energy into the bullets, but also infuse the Light into the spear like a true paladin in hand-to-hand combat.

His arcane shot, oh no, should be called a holy light shot now, more powerful, and can easily penetrate the armor's defenses, damaging its internal flesh~body.

Diego was so excited that he barely slept all night, and although this method of using the Holy Light was rough, it was very much in line with the hunter's style, wasn't it?

So, when Brother Samuel saw Diego wielding a broad-bladed spear filled with holy light energy on the training ground early the next morning, his eyes shattered. (To be continued......)