"Arthas, what about Stromka? Who do you think is the right person to give this sword to?"
At the gathering of the Silver Hand, several of the great knights who came out of the Tomb of Tire with Arthas all thought of the divine sword.
Arthas could only smile bitterly at this. Although he promised Emperor Thoradin to find a new owner for Stromka, the sword penetrated Zakas's core because of Muradin's final blow.
The blood containing infinite energy covers almost the entire sword body, coupled with the shock generated when Zakas' soul is stripped away, Stromka is now a void locator.
Although this also enhances its power, the consequence is that almost no one can use this weapon. Once you hold it, you will hear the endless whispers of the ancient gods.
People with a weak will will become followers of the ancient gods in an instant, while people with a strong will will also sink in such whispers day after day.
"That weapon is not yet suitable to appear in the mortal world. Its side effects have outweighed its power." Alsace drank the wine in the glass. "I have already sent people to seal it up to prevent it from being used." Its endless whispers drive others crazy."
Fortunately, Zakas is not the Ancient God, he is just a powerful subordinate of the Ancient God. After his blood dries up, the influence of the corruption should be weakened a lot.
At that time, the power of the weapon will not be reduced too much, but it can be held and wielded by others. Otherwise, Stromka will always be placed in the sealed room as a decoration.
"Indeed, when we took Stromka out of the monster's body, I felt chills all over just by holding him for a moment. I can't imagine what it would be like to fight with such a sword. The end." Mograine described the situation when they took out the Stormka, with lingering fear.
"Where did these monsters come from? They keep talking about the ancient gods and the void. I have never heard of such evil creatures."
Tirion sighed quite a bit. He originally thought that the orc war was cruel and dark enough, but now he realized that his understanding of the world was still incomplete.
Arthas also appropriately explained some knowledge about the Old Gods, because the threats faced by this planet are actually only two parties, one is the Burning Legion, and the other is the Ancient Gods.
"They are the source and seeds of corruption, but they were defeated and sealed by the Titans and the guardians they created a long time ago, perhaps at the beginning of creation. Zakath is a terrifying and dark being. A living creature, but he is actually just an insignificant member of the army of the Ancient Gods."
While listening to Alsace's words, Dathrohan muttered, "It's a seal again... Can't we just kill these ancient gods? We must leave these scourges behind."
"These are things that have been regarded as legends and myths. Who knows what actually happened in the first place?"
Arthas spread his hands and answered Dathrohan's question.
It's just that he himself couldn't figure it out. If the Titan was too powerful to destroy the Ancient God and prevent Azeroth from being harmed at the same time, he chose to destroy the Ancient God after learning Y'shaarj's lesson. seal.
But the size of the guardians is completely insignificant compared to Azeroth, and I don't know why the ancient gods who can be killed by the life on Azeroth cannot be solved by the guardians.
But this question doesn't make much sense now, because the guardians are now completely wiped out.
The guardians of Ulduar were all kept in the dark by Loken. The great guardian Raiden is in isolation. Odin is now forced to isolate himself. Only Azadas and Elonaya are left to face the ancient gods. The infinite army has no temper at all.
If you want to fight against the threat of the ancient gods, you have to rely on other lives on Azeroth. Arthas was not excited about just destroying one Krasis. On the contrary, the power displayed by this Krasis made Arthas Si has a new understanding of the strength of the ancient gods.
"All in all, there are actually many evil forces in this world that are controlled by the Ancient Gods, and the enemies on the Burning Plains are actually inseparable from the Ancient Gods."
Alsace said, "In about a month or so, we will launch a raid on the Searing Canyon and try to capture the Searing Canyon as quickly as possible as our base to conquer Blackstone Mountain."
"Hey, raid, then you definitely need an elite force. Your Highness, if you need anything, just ask us old bones. We also hope to make more contributions to the alliance before we can't go any further."
Several paladins looked at each other and smiled. After experiencing countless battles, they had long forgotten life and death and were not afraid of any enemy at all.
"I think you have no chance to appear in this battle." Alsace chuckled twice and put the empty wine glass on the table.
"Isn't it our turn to take action?" The Paladins were stunned. They didn't expect Arthas to answer like this.
"You are all heroes of the Alliance. You have fought for the benefit and survival of the Alliance your entire life, and have made numerous military exploits and countless honors... Even apart from these, you are all my closest comrades and mentors. Seniors on the path of light.
As a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, I have long had this idea. After defeating Zakas, I felt that it was time for the Silver Hand to make changes. "
The great knights of the Silver Hand looked at each other, as if they didn't quite understand what Arthas was going to do, except for Uther, whose expression was calm.
"On this point, I think it would be better if Teacher Uther could explain it."
Arthas looked at Uther, who nodded slightly and said to his colleagues, "After becoming the holder of the Silver Hand, part of Tyr's power was poured into my body, although it was only It's an insignificant part, but it completely changed my body.
The originally aging body has returned to the state of youth. I can clearly feel that my life span should have exceeded the limit of human beings. "
The paladins looked surprised, but showed no jealousy or regret. Instead, they congratulated Uther with great joy, "That's really gratifying. As long as the knights have you here, they will definitely develop better."
"This is actually not the point of the problem," Uther shook his head and continued, "If it's just me whose life span is extended and I have more opportunities to eradicate evil, it doesn't make much sense, because one person's The power is always weak - but Arthas and I pushed back the power of the Holy Light of the Silver Hand and recreated a blessing.
It is a key...a key that brings danger and opportunity together. It will give believers of the Holy Light a longer life and body! "
Uther's words were like thunder, striking the hearts of Tirion and others. Instead of being happy, they frowned. They knew very well what such power meant.
The artifact Silver Hand cannot be copied. If only the owner of the Silver Hand can have immortality, that is not a bad thing, but will add considerable foundation to the alliance.
But the Holy Light blessing deduced by Uther and Arthas has a completely different meaning. Since Uther told them, it means that this blessing has the ability to be copied and can bless other people. .
This also means that human beings, as short-lived species, have the opportunity to live forever. Such temptation is likely to amplify the dark side of people's hearts infinitely. Even within the Knights of the Silver Hand, there may be users with evil intentions.
"Yes, as you may think, although this kind of blessing is extremely difficult, it does have the possibility of being passed on, and this is what Arthas and I are worried about."
Uther sighed. As paladins, they would not maliciously speculate on the malice contained in other people's hearts, but they could not ignore the darkness of people's hearts.
People are not born with the Holy Spirit, and will have the dark side of their hearts to some extent. However, everyone present understands that such power cannot be buried forever for this reason.
There is no problem with the power itself, it is always because of the holder of the power. If the Knights of the Silver Hand really master this blessing, then they must consider whether they have the ability to protect the accuracy of this blessing.
Otherwise, if the inner desires continue to grow indefinitely with life span, humans may become the next night elves.
Arthas knew very well that the opposite of the Holy Light was the endless shadows, and the Holy Light was not an inexhaustible power. At least it needed time to gather and recover.
Where there is light, there must be darkness. The more holy light is used by people, the more room there is for shadow to breed.
Coupled with the fact that the Old Gods on Azeroth are like time bombs, the consequences of excessive use of Holy Light may not be much better than excessive use of arcane magic.
The latter will attract the Burning Legion, while the former will amplify the influence of the void.
After listening to Uther's words, the other four paladins also let out a long sigh. Tirion's eyes were full of complex brilliance, "This news is indeed a bit shocking. I'm afraid it will take some time for us to digest it."
"The blessing of the Holy Light is not a bad thing. It can preserve the cutting-edge power of the Silver Hand for a longer period of time, allowing humans to have the power to continue." Gavin Rad said.
"But, who can guarantee that those who accept this blessing will not gradually forget their original intentions and always demand themselves as the Holy Knight of the Silver Hand?" Dathrohan sighed. As one of the leaders of the Knights, he , the instructor who often trains new recruits sees more people of all kinds.
Mograine remained silent, just stroking the wine glass with his thumb. It could be seen that he was also very tangled in his heart.
Arthas glanced at the rather heavy private banquet and said, "Don't be so pessimistic. At least if this blessing can be used well, it will be a powerful help for us to fight against the enemy.
Since those who are granted blessings need to be carefully selected, then why don’t we set up an organization similar to the Tyrian Guards. They are to guard the tomb of Tyr to commemorate this great guardian. Let’s guard this gift from Tyre. His blessing and inherit his spirit and power?
Only those who are selected to join this organization can truly become the eternal guardians of the Alliance and Azeroth, and assume the grace and responsibility of the Holy Light.
As a knight of the Silver Hand and a member of this organization, let the Silver Hand be the soil for this great cause and breed more great heroes. "
"This is a good suggestion, but how to select members is a problem. If it is selected manually, I think there will always be mistakes, and they will increase over time. We must have a standard that is strictly adhered to."
A few people thought for a while and initially agreed with Alsace's proposal. However, how to select members became a problem. Compared with the principles and oaths of the Silver Hand, they believed that to become a member of the blessed, one should More rigorous methods and standards are needed.
"Maybe it's time to take that out." Uther said something, attracting everyone's attention.
"Are you going to open that tomb so early?" Tirion hesitated, "After all, it is the resting place of warriors. Isn't it a little bit disturbing to interrupt rashly..."
"That is the most sacred place we can find. Even the Church of the Holy Light cannot compare with it."
"The temple should be almost completed, and the ancient kings' holy seals and altars will see the light of day again." Uther said solemnly, he had already made up his mind.
The paladins looked at each other for a while and said at the same time.
"If you're sure, that's fine with us."
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"Where did these Nagas and Murlocs come from?" Sylvanas looked at the red coast and rubbed her brows with a tired expression.
The coast of Quel'Thalas has been harassed by naga and murlocs for more than a week. Although their numbers are not large, they appear in almost every place along the long coastline of Quel'Thalas.
The manpower of the ranger force was already tight. On one hand, they had to guard against the invasion of trolls, and on the other hand, they had to expel the naga and murlocs. This period of time had already made Sylvanas physically and mentally exhausted.
Moreover, the Nagas' offensive is actually not too fierce. After all, there is the Bandinorel barrier. Their casters will suffer a lot after entering the barrier, so those cunning Nagas have been wandering along the coast, giving them The coastal villages brought a lot of trouble.
As usual, Sylvanas handed in a report to Silvermoon City in the hope of receiving assistance, but she knew early on that it was just a routine matter, and there would be no reinforcements from Silvermoon at all. Come out of town.
The ranger troops alone can barely resist the Nagas and Murlocs. Occasionally a few sneak into the interior, and it is difficult to pose a threat to the settlements of high elves.
Moreover, such small-scale harassment makes Sylvanas embarrassed to ask for help from the Alliance. If she can't deal with these Nagas, the high elves will be too out of character. In the future, they will be feared in the Alliance. laugh at.
So I could only grit my teeth and persevere, engaging in a meaningless tug-of-war with the Naga murlocs every day.
However, not long after Sylvanas was ready to spend a lot of time and energy settling accounts with Naga, an urgent magical letter from Silvermoon City shocked her.
