War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW] - Chapter 57

The crisis of the Emerald Nightmare was finally resolved, Zhan Zhixing sent Dranosh back to the real world, and he also used the ability of dream travel to return to Crystal Song Forest, waiting for Eranikus to send him back.

He also specifically told Dranosh before that if someone asked, he just fell beside Harveys. Zhan Zhixing didn’t want others to know his ability to travel through dreams, after all, it was comparable to Ysera’s authority in the Emerald Dream, so it wasn’t so convincing.

It didn’t take long for Eranikus’ body to appear in Zhan Zhixing’s sight. I saw a female giant dragon following behind him, judging from the patterns on the dragon’s horn, it should be Ysera.

“Thank you for your help, mortal.” Eranikus fell to the ground first and turned into a male night elf. “Her Majesty Queen Ysera has heard about your deeds and agrees to grant you a request.”

“Thank you for rescuing my spouse, mortal.” Ysera also spoke at the right time, but she didn’t change into a human form.

Zhan Zhixing pondered for a long while, but he didn’t think of anything that could make a wish, so he postponed this wish: “Hello, respected sleeper Your Excellency Ysera, I don’t have anything to help at the moment, I can keep it This wish, until I need it?”

Ysera didn’t refuse when she heard the words, she folded her wings and transformed into a night elf. He folded the branch casually, poured his own strength, and handed it to Zhan Zhixing: “When you need it, please break this branch, and a green dragon will go to your place and listen to your needs.” .”

“Okay, then my wish will be postponed for the time being.” Zhan Zhixing took the branch and put it together with the hourglass given by the bronze dragon. This has gathered the promises of the two guardian dragons. Thinking about it, I am a little excited.

“Since there is nothing else, I’ll send you back.” Eranikus moved across the dreamland with both hands, opening a door leading to the present world, “Passing through here, you can return to the place where you entered the dreamland. Good luck, traveler.”

“I also wish you good luck, the two green dragons.” Zhan Zhixing smiled slightly, turned and walked into the gate leading to the present world.

Zhan Zhixing only spent a few hours in the nightmare, and the subsequent war against Harveys only lasted about a day. When Zhan Zhixing set foot on the crystal soil of Crystal Song Forest again, he still couldn’t believe it. Although he didn’t know where his ability to travel through dreams came from, Zhan Zhixing had a vague premonition that what he knew was not a good thing.

Taking out the map of Northrend from the package, Zhan Zhixing was about to determine the location of his next adventure, when a harsh buzzer sounded from the pager on Zhan Zhixing’s waist.

This pager was remodeled by Jaina based on the communicator that Zhan Zhixing used when he went to the outer domain. Now basically the high-level members of the alliance have one, which can be regarded as a magical version of the mobile phone. Zhan Zhixing pressed the connected button on the pager, and Jaina appeared in front of Zhan Zhixing with an anxious expression.

“I finally got in touch with you!” Jaina stroked her sweat-drenched blond hair, the anxiety in her eyes was obvious, “Where are you now? Hurry back to Dalaran!”

“I’m right under Dalaran, what’s wrong?” Zhan Zhixing looked at Dalaran in the sky, called out Xing Zou again, and flew in the direction of Dalaran.

However, Jaina’s words almost made Zhan Zhixing lose his grip on Xing Zai’s reins and fell from midair.

“Come back quickly, the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel is in danger, and now all the top combat forces on the mainland are concentrating on attacking the Scourge outside it!”

“How could this be? How dare the undead attack the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel?” Zhan Zhixing couldn’t believe it, and he grabbed Xingzhao’s reins and let him sprint as quickly as possible.

Since Zhan Zhixing didn’t turn off the beeper, Jaina’s figure has been hovering beside Zhan Zhixing, explaining to him what’s going on inside: “When I was in Dalaran before, the people led by Sylvanas The Undercity happened. The dreaded demon king Varimathas who had succumbed to Sylvanas and the great pharmacist Putres of the Royal Apothecary Association joined forces to rebel and created a large-scale plague in the Plagueland. Originally, Undercity The civil strife has nothing to do with us, but Kel’Thuzad took this opportunity to resurrect countless natural disasters and marched into the Light’s Hope Chapel!”

“Damn Kel’Thuzad!” Zhan Zhixing gritted his teeth secretly. When he attacked Naxxramas last time, because Kel’Thuzad was not there, he didn’t eliminate this hateful lich. However, according to Zhan Zhixing and Jaina’s expectations, since the alliance’s army is approaching the city, Kel’Thuzad will naturally return to Northrend immediately to protect his master, the Lich King. Unexpectedly, he would attack the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel when the whole army of Silver Dawn was going north and the rear was empty, which made Zhan Zhixing hard to understand.

“What else is there for Kel’Thuzad to plan for the Light’s Hope Chapel? Tirion, me, and Tyran have all been on the Northrend road, including several legendary ranks inside the Light’s Hope Chapel. We have all the items with us, so why would he take the risk to attack?” Seeing that Dalaran was right in front of him, Zhan Zhixing didn’t care about Dalaran’s no-fly regulations, and drove Xingzhao to the Violet Castle. direction is advancing.

“Kel’Thuzad plots the remains of thousands of paladins buried inside Light’s Hope Chapel, and… the fallen Ashbringer.”

Jaina also felt the aura of Zhan Zhixing rushing all the way, and was waiting in front of Violet Castle early. Before landing, Zhan Zhixing summoned Xingzi, stepped on the ground, and came to Jaina’s side.

“Damn it, Darian is still in the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel?!” Zhan Zhixing was hit by this news, if the remains of thousands of paladins could allow Kel’Thuzad to form a team of thousands of death knights The army, the Darion holding the Fallen Ashbringer will undoubtedly be the backbone of this army. If Kel’Thuzad’s plot really succeeds and the reinforcements from the Argent Dawn fail to arrive in time, then the battle before the Frozen Throne may have to be upgraded by dozens of levels.

Jaina waved her hand and opened a portal: “There is no time to explain. We have fallen into a deep sleep due to the nightmare. It has been delayed for a day. I am waiting for you here. As a paladin, you and Tirion Any one of the lords who can arrive in time can stop Kel’Thuzad’s conspiracy. The entire space of the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel has been blocked by Kel’Thuzad, we will teleport to Stratholme first, and then rush there!”

Stratholme had been cleaned up in the previous sweeps, and Jaina even sent people to carry out post-disaster reconstruction work. It is indeed the nearest option to rush there. Zhan Zhixing took a deep breath, and got into the portal leading to Stratholme, Darian, you have to persevere, don’t be impulsive!

In the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel at this moment, Darian Mograine didn’t know that his reinforcements would arrive soon. Since most of the manpower had already gone to the Northern Expedition, in the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel, the combat power left by the Argent Dawn was also extremely scarce. Even Darien himself, if he didn’t want to put the fallen Ashbringer in the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel to see if he could purify it with the power of thousands of heroic spirits here, he wouldn’t be empty at this time Come from the rear.

But just as he was about to leave the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel, a natural disaster struck. Kel’Thuzad besieged the Light’s Hope Chapel with thousands of undead. Rao, the paladins and priests who are proficient in the holy light are all staying here, and they are gradually losing their combat effectiveness under this intensity of attack.

“Hahaha, surrender quickly, the death knights made by the living are far more powerful than the death knights made by the dead.” Kel’Thuzad was suspended not far from the west of the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel, watching him retreat steadily. In the Silver Dawn, he was yelling wildly, “You useless ants, I have gathered all the undead in the entire Plaguelands, your resistance is worthless, your faith is worthless!”

For Kel’Thuzad, since there is no way to pass through the portal, the undead in the plaguelands are completely pawns that can be discarded at any time. If the remains of the thousands of paladins here are resurrected and transformed into death knights, then these death knights may follow Kel’Thuzad to Northrend to aid the Lich King. After all, the remains of every paladin here were powerful semi-heroes, pseudo-heroes, and even hero-levels during their lifetimes, and the energy in their bodies can fully supply the consumption through the portal.

“Damn it, Darien, there are too many of them!” The commander of the garrison of the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel, a half-heroic Paladin Brent, ran to Darrian’s side while clutching his blackened right arm that had been cut by the undead. tell the situation. As a half-heroic paladin, the plague of undead can’t affect him at all, and now his blackened right arm can only show that this paladin is at the end of his battle, “It’s been two days in a row, our warriors Some of them are tired of killing the enemy, and even I can no longer use the slightest bit of holy light.”

Darion held the fallen Ashbringer in his hand, biting his lower lip with his teeth. It’s a pity that the Ashbringer was defiled by the undead, otherwise, these natural disasters would not be justified just by relying on the glory of the Ashbringer.

Looking down at the Fallen Ashbringer in his hand, Zhan Zhixing’s words suddenly sounded in Darian’s ear:

“The only thing that can restore Ashbringer is love. But sometimes, love is the greatest test of faith…”

Zhan Zhixing once said that even the maker of Ashbringer, Azeroth’s most powerful paladin Tirion Fordring, couldn’t bring back the current Ashbringer. Darian, who does not believe in evil, also visited Tirion, but Tirion gave the same answer as Zhan Zhixing:

“If there is anything that can bring peace to your father’s soul, it is love. Love conquers all, but sometimes love is the greatest test of faith.”

“Faith…and…love…” Darian suddenly thought of the only way to save his father.

“Ashbringer alone is nothing, boy, no weapon can stop the Scourge!” Seeing that the Light’s Hope Chapel was about to fall into his hands, Kel’Thuzad was still chattering outside the Light’s Hope Chapel, “Your people are all dead, your men are exhausted, and your ideals are on the verge of being shattered. What is the meaning of your poor existence, and where is your blindly loving holy light now? Haha Ha ha…”

Darian lowered his head, as if he was convinced by Kel’Thuzad: “Holy light… maybe it really doesn’t love me that much!”

“But!” Darian suddenly raised his head, holding the fallen Ashbringer tightly in his hand. His eyes swept over the weapon that hosts his father’s soul, his eyes were full of warmth, “I believe that my father will always love me, maybe he can guide me again…”

“Darian! Don’t do anything stupid!” In the distance, Zhan Zhixing rode Xingzhi across the sky.

Darian grinned at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn’t hear Zhan Zhixing’s voice: “This is…the ultimate test of faith…the power of love…”

“Darian! Stop it! A martyred paladin is an act of betraying the Holy Light!” Tirion Fordring rushed into the Scourge from another direction at some point, shouting angrily to stop Darian action.

“Since saving my father is my goal, then come…” Darian held Ashbringer upside down, and pointed the blade at himself, “My soul is yours now, Dad, I love you…”

With one thrust, the Corrupted Ashbringer pierced Darion’s body. Darian seemed to be shaken by an inexplicable feeling – it was the Ashbringer, and that feeling came from the Ashbringer. As if sinking into the deepest water, Darian desperately wanted to breathe, and vaguely, he seemed to see…

…a beam of light!

In an instant, with Darian’s body as the center, thousands of heroic spirits under the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel wailed and roared, attracting endless holy light, which suddenly exploded.

“It’s liquidation!” Zhan Zhixing finally got together with Tirion, only to hear Tirion muttering, “The holy light is angry, and the heroic spirits are angry! Countless heroic spirits are mobilized together, full of Let them settle their wrath and revenge against the undead!”

Just when the whole world disappeared from Darian’s eyes, Darian suddenly heard a voice… a voice he thought he would never hear again in his life…

“I love you too, son, with all my heart…”

“Regardless of the past, present, or future…”

“love you forever…”

Kel’Thuzad flew forward unwillingly, and the power of darkness pervaded Darian who was abandoned by the holy light:

“Get up, Darian Mograine… get up, Ashbringer…”

Darian stood up slowly and deeply, calling out Kel’Thuzad’s call.

“Jie Jie Jie Jie—” Kel’Thuzad smiled sinisterly and deeply, “Maybe my main goal has missed, but I’m very satisfied if I can subdue you…”

“Now, tell me, boy, who do you love?”

Darian raised his head slowly, and the Corrupted Ashbringer stuck on his body was shining brightly, symbolizing the sudden eruption of the ghostly fire on the evil skull. His face is no longer handsome and sunny as before, but full of gloom and evil…

“No one… doesn’t love!”

Beside the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel, the voices of the souls of the heroic spirits echoed in the ears of all the soldiers of the Holy Light. Although Darian couldn’t hear it, the voice of the soul of the great lord Alexander Mograine also merged into the voices of the heroic spirits, and made the last prayer for his son:

“My soul will forever bear the sacrifice you made, my son.”

“Just as you never gave up on me, I will never give up on you, because you and I have learned a precious lesson:”

“Hope… never dies.”

“Jie Jie Jie Jie—wait for me to come again! Light’s Hope Chapel!” Kel’Thuzad suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, wanting to leave this place just like that, “The next time I come again, your heroic spirits It will also be under the command of the Scourge!”

However, just as this cloud of black mist enveloped Darion and he was about to leave, a mass of holy light hit Kel’Thuzad’s veil.

“Do you want to leave now, Kel’Thuzad!”

The author has something to say: the increase in collections is getting slower and slower, and scumbag authors have already felt the malice of the whole world…

I wish myself a happy birthday =, =