An old book came into Roland's sight, the note the Ranger had taken out while rummaging through his backpack, "Faith in the Light".

Holy Light.

The young elf fell into a stupor, and countless memories came to his mind, and in the history of Veron using the Holy Light to save Anduin, whose bones were shattered, and Anduin saved the dying Wryn through the Holy Light, and it was able to save all lives!

He thought of the sentence on the title page of the book—"The persistence of the Light sometimes costs lives." At the same time, he thought of the words that Veron had said to Irel on his deathbed in the King of Draenor expansion: Light is life, and life is Light.

Yes, the Light will be able to save her!

At this moment, he seemed to hear a voice in his heart, which seemed to be a choice from the light: Are you willing to pay the price to save the elf in front of you?

Price? The young man looked at Kellnara who fell to her knees and sobbed quietly, and looked at Kelena who looked at her with trust and thought that she was going to take care of her, and he smiled bitterly in his heart: Sure enough, I am such a fool who doesn't want to see good people suffer, and doesn't want to see innocent tears! However, how many people can really be ruthless and say that they have never been saved from death?

"Sure enough, I'm still an ordinary person." Roland laughed at himself in his heart, and then calmly looked at Kelnara who had turned into a little flower cat, showing a little pity, and the young elf silently said in his heart, "I do." ”

As the words fell, a white light poured out of the young man's body, shining on his body warmly and warmly, not dazzling at all. Under the illumination of the light, the abrasions on the little girl's face and arms were completely gone, the wounds on the bodies of Kelena and Roland slowly grew fresh tender flesh, and the short knife on the young man's body was even squeezed out of the body, and under the broken armor was not a terrible wound, but as white as a baby.

Sylvanas was shocked by the scene in front of her, she watched in a daze as Roland's black hair turned silver, and let out a small exclamation, Kelena also slowly felt that the vitality stopped flowing, revealing a look of surprise, and Roland only felt that it was dark in front of her eyes, and she fell heavily to the ground.

This is a small enclosed space about seven or eight square meters, more than two meters high, with a rotating sphere suspended in the center, if you look closely, it is a microcosm of the earth.

"Where is this? Am I crossing again? Roland looked at himself in earth-like casual clothes, unable to comprehend the encounter.

He looked up at the ball in the middle and whispered a question, "Infinite horror?" ”

"It's not infinitely terrifying, but you can call me the Lord God, but I'd rather you call me Gaia." A girl's voice came from the round sphere, as pleasant as a lark.

"Gaia?"

"That's right, I'm the patron saint of the earth, and I started the soul leap when I was hit by a devastating blow, but due to some unknown mistake, I entered this world, well, twisted the void." The other party's voice was a little low, as if he was frustrated.

"In the process of projecting into Azeroth, I was intercepted by a strange force, which caused most of the people who came to be contaminated with magical energy, so they were rejected by the will of the world, and you are the first soul of the earth to be accepted by the will of the world."

"I was also rejected by the will of the world before?" Roland was a little confused, "You know, Leonic, Sylvanas, Kerena, Kellnara, they have always treated me as a native!" ”

"Then why do you originally have the ability of a second-order warrior, but you can't even feel the right to hold a sword?" Gaia let out a sneer, "Also, why did Sylvanas look at you upset in the first place?" ”

"Uh", Roland who had nothing to say could only admit, "So I am now recognized?" ”

"That's right, from the moment you planned to rescue Kerena's mother and daughter, the will of the world let go of its suppression on you. It is not until you are willing to pay the price for saving the other person and are favored by the Light that the will of the world will fully agree with you. Gaia said seriously.

Instead of caring about the so-called identification, Roland asked the question he was most concerned about: "What price did I pay?" ”

"So you're scared too?" The other party seemed to have thought of something funny, and his voice became high-pitched, "A hundred years of life." ”

"Whew", the young man breathed a sigh of relief, as far as he knew, most of the high elves had a lifespan of about three thousand years, and a hundred years was equivalent to two to three years for humans, which was not too much of a loss.

"Actually, as long as you maintain your love for this world and have the heart of protecting the creatures of this world, all the adventers will be able to relieve the trouble of magic energy in just two to three years and be accepted by the will of the world, you just happened to meet a good time and did it in advance."

"However, because of your efforts, I can also open more permissions and induce you more." The large ball, which calls itself Gaia, raises its pitch and seems to be pleased with what the young man is doing.

"Induce, what do you need us to do?"

"I made a deal with the world of Azeroth to induce you to fight to protect it, and I will rebuild our own Earth through you learning the laws of this universe. ”

"Okay, don't ask so much, go back and read the system prompts for yourself. Just remember to protect Azeroth and stick to your original intentions. Finally, I will give you a friendly reminder, if you have the opportunity, try to kill the demon, there will be unexpected gains. ”

A blinding white light shone on Roland from the earth model, making it impossible to open his eyes.

"Courage, mercy, honesty, sacrifice, justice, you have been favored by the Holy Light with your firm will and noble feelings, open the path of the Holy Light, and obtain the divine favor of your specialty, the current level of master."

"Divine Favor (Beginner) [Profession Expertise]: You have strengthened your noble faith in your daily life and in the face of crises, and as a result, you have come to appreciate the Way of Light. You will be able to use your energy more effectively to heal or fight, and better achieve your goals, and your energy will recover much faster than you think. [All Paladin's own skill consumption is reduced by 5%, the effect is increased by 5%, and the recovery speed of divine energy is increased by 5%]"

"Detected that the character has opened the path of holy light, completed the transfer, and the current class is Paladin (2nd Order)/Mage (Trainee)."

"The character obtains holy energy, and the current upper limit of holy energy is 120 ((constitution 3 + will 3 + mana 6) *10)."

In the darkness, Roland's mind resounded with a monotonous mechanical sound.

Gradually, he felt his body, and slowly opened his eyes, and there was no one around, well, except for a sleeping pokemon. The little one lay down next to his pillow and fell asleep with a snort, saliva running down the quilt.

"I don't know the ceiling." Roland stared at the wooden ceiling for a moment, and while there was no one around, he silently turned on the system in his heart. Looking at the all-powerful specialty of the divine favor, he thought he finally understood the reason why the paladin was so good, but now he didn't think of another thing, that is, every class had a similar specialty......

He took a deep breath, feeling the power that filled his body, and an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and excitement rose in his heart - this was the power of the paladin!

Gently getting up and covering the quilt for little Kylenar next to him, Roland lifted the backpack on the ground and pushed the door open. The sun was shining outside, but it seemed to be still in the east, which meant that it was not yet noon, and it seemed that I had not slept for long. The young man froze and looked around his surroundings.

This is a small military camp in the south of Taquilin, although the place is not large, but it has all kinds of organs. It is surrounded by a double wall of sturdy logs, made of high-quality wood sourced from the Haunted Lands, each of which is more than 20 centimeters thick, sharpened at both ends and driven into the ground at one end. The small camp has only one entrance and exit, and there are ten arrow towers around the wall, which is almost like a city within a city.

In the memory of the young, this barracks was an old thing left over from the time when Taquilin was first built, and so many defenses were added to guard against trolls, and in the millennia that followed, the tradition remained unchanged, even after several expansions, it still retained its own unique style. For the High Elves in this war, the existence of this barracks is a great blessing in misfortune.

The small training ground was surrounded by a large number of displaced civilians, mostly old elves and elven toddlers, and a few female elves in the prime of life maintaining order. There were few people in the entire training ground who spoke, and the panicked elves stared blankly in the direction of the gate in the dazzling sunlight, their pale faces full of nervousness.

Sylvanas's voice came from far away from the gate, and because of the silence of the scene, it was vaguely discernible that she was directing the battle.

Trolls still on the attack? A trace of doubt flashed in Roland's heart, and he clenched the long sword in his hand and strode forward. This is not the old man he used to use before, but the sword he took in the room, a three-finger-wide blade, a blade more than three feet long, a typical two-handed sword. But when I held it in my hand, I didn't feel rusty at all, but I felt a little more stable in my heart.

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