A troll who knows the art of light.

I've been thinking about this for a long time. It's not that I don't believe the troll can master it, but how he got in touch with old Mograine. It's not that it's amazing, but I feel that this connection is really useful.

But if this kind of contact can only be obtained during the NDE, I don't think many people can get in touch.

If the trolls can master the power of the Holy Light, then the orcs probably can, and the minotaurs should be fine. And what about those who have been forgotten?

What are the conditions for the Holy Light to choose believers? Or is it only to believe in it and then gain its approval? Or maybe there is no recognition or recognition at all, it's like a trick, a trick that can be summoned as long as you understand the way to summon it.

I have also asked some people who have comprehended the Light, and they told me that when they found the path of the Light, they had a feeling of enlightenment, and that feeling was like a sudden joy in their hearts, an indescribable joy, and then their hearts were very open, very hopeful, and they only felt that there was inexhaustible strength in their bodies, and that feeling seemed to make him go back to when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and his body and mind were greatly healed.

I always remembered their descriptions, but the moment I had a flash of inspiration, Master Fao himself poured the light into my body, and it felt like white sugar was sprinkled into the sea, and water was poured into a cesspool.

Chaos, I remember the word that the myriad of eyes had said to me when it stared at me.

Yes...... What a fuck! I'm thinking nonsense again.

"Your father...... is a great fighter. I tilted my head and said to Darian, "When did he become a paladin?" ”

"I don't know." "I didn't know he was a paladin either," he said...... He never reveals this to us. ”

"Really?" I said, "Did he teach you martial arts?" ”

"Yes."

"Then he must teach you the way of the Light, and lead you to a good path." I smiled.

"We have separate teachers for this...... he said.

"Alone teacher?"

"Hmm...... Father Lazarus was my brother and I teacher. ”

"Oh...... Is he still alive? ”

He ...... He's dead. Darien's voice was suddenly much quieter.

"Ah...... Dead......" I sighed, "okay...... He doesn't usually instruct...... Belch...... Guide you? ”

"I remember he taught us when we were kids, but ...... My brother and I always got the hang of it. He said, "I don't know what to do." ”

"When I was a kid, ha! You weren't geniuses when you were young, and I've never seen any child know the way of light so well, even Master Fao is old enough to master it, isn't it? ”

"For this, my brother was beaten a lot." He said.

"Beaten?"

"Hmm...... My brother ......" he paused, "My father was more strict with my brother. ”

"Maybe it's because of the eldest son." I said, "The firstborn is always hopeful. I looked at him, "Are you being beaten too?" ”

"I ...... Seldom. "When I was a kid, I wasn't in good health," he said. ”

"Who do you think your father was better for?" I knew it was a bad statement, but I said it anyway.

He stopped talking for a moment, and then I saw that his face was not as beautiful as it was just now, and he paused and said, "My brother." ”

"What do you think about his disappearance?"

"What......" he glanced at me. Meaning......"

"I've heard some rumors." I say.

His face suddenly became even more ugly, "I don't believe this, I don't believe that my brother can do such a thing." ”

"But it is said that ...... Fairbanks ......"

"He must be insane, and I've heard he's infected with the plague that corrupts and mutates."

"Have you seen him?"

"Not really."

"You were there when Fairbanks was brought back to the Valley of the Hearth." I say.

He didn't speak.

"Have you seen him?"

"Nope."

"Why didn't you see him and ask what was going on?"

"The Great Crusade has investigated very clearly...... The Grand Prosecutor is also there. He said.

"Hmm...... Yes. I snorted, "Then why did you leave the Scarlet Crusade?" ”

He fell silent again.

"The girl named Brigitte...... Are you still in touch? I glanced at him.

"No ......" he was already absent-minded at this point.

"Hmm...... After I left that place...... What did they say about me? ”

He listened to my questioning but didn't say anything.

The journey from the Chapel of the Light's Wish to Stratholme was not short, and I remember that the people here rebuilt their homes before the natural disaster returned, but now there are fewer and fewer places to grow crops here, and the crops in the fields are very miserable.

"There shouldn't be any living people around here now." I asked him as I walked through a dilapidated village.

"Hmm." He didn't seem to want to speak.

"Then it's not easy for you to recruit members." I say.

"We probably know where there are people now." He said.

"Where's this neighborhood?"

"Not here, there's a small lake in front of it, and there's a village there."

"Isn't the water here polluted?"

"In some places, where there are springs gushing out, it's fine."

"The well doesn't work?"

"No, stagnant water doesn't work."

"There aren't many people who can survive." Nodding.

"Most of the people are now in the Scarlet Crusade, right?"

"Hmm."

"Is it okay not to join?"

"Yes."

"Are people willing to join the Scarlet Crusade?"

"Of course."

"Did they do it voluntarily?"

"What do you want to say?" He looked at me.

"They don't catch strong men."

"You...... Why do you keep asking this kind of question? The dwarf on the side spoke.

"What do you call this kind of problem?" I glanced at him.

He didn't speak.

"I just feel like you're a little bit out of the sun." A bearded dwarf spoke. "You seem a little gloomy." He spoke very directly.

"Thanks for the reminder." I glanced at him and replied angrily.

This team is kind of interesting. In addition to Darien and me, there are two humans, two blood elves, and two dwarves. And the most special thing was a guy with a turban, the guy's wide hood covered his whole face, he always kept his head down, anyway, I couldn't see his face the whole time, not even his eyes. And in addition to that, he has a characteristic, that is, he does not speak!

He didn't say a word! From the time I noticed him when I set out, he was still quiet as if he were not there, and we know very little about him, except that before leaving Terossos said that his name was Castrian. I knew by the way he looked that he had to be one of Dalaran's group of pointed hats, weird, freaks.

Of course, I said hello to him countless times, and the most he reacted was to move his head slightly, but always let his hood cover his face.

At one point I even wanted to lean down to see what he looked like, but that seemed to be a disrespectful act. After all, we have to work together.

And there was actually a discussion about him, although he didn't speak, but it didn't prevent his family from making jokes about him, and even the blood elves said that he might be the Forsaken. He said he had seen the one of the Forsaken who didn't have a jaw, and the one who had a tongue that was completely gone.

I'm still a little wary of this statement, can the forsaken still join here? Hehe, that's really a joke in the world.

The farther west you go, the stranger it becomes, the grass doesn't grow at all on the land, it's full of large and small mushrooms, and the various colors make people feel very uncomfortable. Moreover, the mushrooms are larger than the average house, and there is a faint gray dust-like thing floating around the huge fungus cap.

"Do you know what that stuff is?" I asked.

"The spores of these mushrooms." The dwarf replied. "Don't you know?"

"I ...... I don't know......" I said, "I haven't seen it." ”

"That thing sticks to you, and it's going to grow little mushrooms on you." He said, "Red, green, white, blue. "He gestured." You're going to look good, at least better than you are now. ”

His little eyes disgusted me.

"Really? Have you ever grown it on your body? ”

"Nope." He said.

"Your beard seems to be lush." I say. "Do you have that kind of spores on your beard?" I pointed to my chin. "Will mushrooms grow there when you wake up? Red, yellow, green, white, blue. ”

His already small eyes narrowed, "No." ”

"Oh! So how do you say that that kind of thing will grow on your body? ”

"As long as you don't get wet, you'll be fine." "When you get drenched in rain, mushrooms grow on you the next day," he said. ”

"Did you experience it yourself or did you hear from someone else?"

"That's exactly what this thing is." Darien took the conversation. "I've seen this." He looked at the sky, "But it's unlikely to rain in this place." He gestured into the distance, "Do you feel the heat?" ”

The large mushrooms on both sides of the road grow more lush than the trees, and the piles of mushrooms that grow make the road difficult. Just as we turned a mushroom grove and stood on the hillside, we looked down on the scene ahead, and the mushroom grove did not shock us, but the city that was still smoking, and a dark shadow faintly appeared in the smoke and dust above the city, which caught our attention.

"What's that?" I pointed over there.

"That seems to be a ...... Castle! Darien said.

"Castle Flying!" The dwarf exclaimed, "What kind of technique does this have! ”

"Maybe it's magic!" I say.

"What kind of magic does this have to be!" He continued to exclaim.

"Seeing such a thing floating on top of a huge city from a distance really gives me goosebumps." Darian said.

"You think your father won't be there!" I said.