MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 221 40. Come on, the exclamation mark lights up!

   Chapter 221 40. Come on, the exclamation mark lights up!

   Thoradin the Great ascended to heaven on a Pegasus.

  The winged star Pegasus carried the heroic soul who had been guarding the darkness for nearly three thousand years and flew into the rainbow bridge opened high in the sky, turning into a flying spot of light, and promoting to the Hall of Valor, which all powerful warriors aspired to.

   On the hillside, the Crown Prince Fao and the great knight Dasuohan were praying.

   More than praying for Thoradin's departure.

   More because they have seen things that only exist in legends and myths today.

   Hidden in the darkness of the Tirisfal region, the rainbow bridge opening in the sky, and the golden Valkyrie still standing in front of them.

   These are all proclaiming that somewhere in this world, there really exists a kingdom of heaven imagined by mortals.

   Combined with the **** story Blake had told, the contrast between these two forces is of great significance to believers.

   At least the next time, when a doubtful believer asks the Pope whether heaven and **** really exist, the Pope does not need to answer with the scriptures.

   He can tell his fellow believers generously:

   Do good deeds, do good deeds!

  Otherwise, he will be cast aside by Odin and go to hell, and then be tortured by the evil Hela forever.

   This is not an intimidation.

   is an inference based on fact.

The predecessor of   vrykul was the family of Odin and a group of Titan guardians. Odin has absolute legal control over where the souls of all vrykul go.

  Humans are descended from vrykul, which can be regarded as a subspecies of vrykul.

  So theoretically, Odin has the final say on where human beings go after death.

   It's just that the king of war is too stubborn and a stupid racist who prefers strong and tough warriors.

   He felt that humans were too weak to be worth the effort.

   "Why haven't you left yet?"

   After watching Emperor Thoradin ascend to heaven, Blake turned his gaze to the golden Valkyrie who was still flapping his wings. He followed the Valkyrie's gaze and saw that he was landing on the round shield in his hand.

  The pirate blinked and said to the Valkyrie:

   "What? You Val'kyr want to stay here and let us treat you to a late-night snack?"

   "Mortal! Pay attention to your tone of voice, you are talking to Odin's messenger!"

  The Valkyrie was slightly enraged by Black's words.

   She flipped the golden spear with the emblem in her palm, probably thinking of teaching this rude fellow a lesson.

  These Valkyries were personally selected by Odin, and they are the most courageous female vrykul. For the heroic souls who can step into the Hall of Valor after the death of the battle, don't expect their tempers to be so good.

   And these guys can beat each and every one of them.

   At the current rank of pirates, if he really fights, he will definitely be beaten on the ground with one hand by the golden big sister with double braids in front of him.

   But the Golden Valkyrie ultimately did not do it.

   She stared at the round shield in the pirate's hand and asked softly:

   "You captured this shield from Hela?"

   "Yes, not only did I get this shield, but I also robbed Hela's Nagfar and killed her soul attractor."

  Black repeated what he said before.

   He knocked on his shield and said to the Valkyrie in front of him:

   "In your opinion, this should be considered an honor, right?"

"Um."

  The Valkyrie nodded, slapped her golden breastplate at Blake, and said solemnly:

   "This is a great honor!

  You have done what countless heroic warriors wanted to do but couldn't do. If you are a warrior, you are qualified to step into the Hall of Valor by relying on this victory over the traitors.

   But this shield belongs to Odin and he does not like the use of his weapons without permission"

   "So you're going to take it?"

  The pirate blinked and said:

   "Do you want to grab it?"

   "No, it is very dishonorable to **** the spoils."

  The Valkyrie spread her wings behind her back and flapped herself into the air.

   She held the spear in one hand and said to Blake condescendingly:

   "I just remind you that you are holding Odin's weapon, this is a personal issue between you and him, and naturally he will solve it himself.

   And although we can't influence Odin's thinking, personally, I am very happy to see Hela shriveled in your hands.

   From today onwards, the splendid Valhalla will also spread the story of your battle with Hela, the brave human pirate.

   As for your request to ask Thoradin's Heroic Spirit to convey to Odin, there may be a response soon.

  Be patient. "

   After finishing speaking, the huge Valkyrie flapped her wings, turned into a golden streamer, and disappeared into the door of the sky, and the low horn sound echoed, causing the door to the sky to slowly close.

   "call"

  The pirate watched the sky restore the starlight of the night, then reached out to wipe his sweat, and said in a low voice:

   "It's really tiring to deal with these guys who don't agree with each other and kill people. If you don't agree with one word, it will cause a fight. The biggest problem is that few people can beat them."

   He turned his head, glanced at the Pope and the great knight who had just finished praying, and looked to the side again. After the Valkyrie left, the old lich also used teleportation to return here.

   "The matter of the emperor and the gods is over, let's talk about the affairs between mortals."

  Black took out the silver hand warhammer from the ancestral tortoise backpack and placed it on the ground under his feet. The great knight of Dasuohan over there also placed the Stomka war sword in his hand under his feet.

   The four people looked at the two artifacts that came out of the dark zone, and were silent for a while.

   "This sword should be given to Marshal Lothar."

   In silence, the lich Meri leaned on the staff of the guardian and said to the other three:

   "Whether it is inherited from blood or from a legal point of view, it should be returned to the descendants of Emperor Thoradin after being lost for nearly three thousand years.

   As far as it can be confirmed that he is still alive and belongs to the direct lineage of Thoradin, the only one left is Marshal Lothar.

   Moreover, judging from the fact that he is currently commanding the army, attacking the tribe, and about to start a war that is doomed to be tragic, this sword should also be handed over to him in order to exert its maximum effect. "

"I have no opinion."

  Black was the first to say:

   "But this sword, in the time of Thoradin the Great, once symbolized kingship.

  In the era of the Great Emperor, there was a legend among the people that whoever held the Stomka was the Emperor of the Empire.

   As far as I know, when the Great Emperor abdicated, he stubbornly wanted to take this sword away in order to prevent it from falling into the hands of careerists and causing the empire to split.

   That story has been passed down to this day.

   Every human warrior knows the name of Stromkar, and every human being knows the legend of Thoradin the Great.

  If you don't give it to someone who is absolutely credible and can convince the public, then no matter which king it falls in, it will immediately trigger the Seven Kingdoms War.

   Marshal Anduin Lothar is indeed the most suitable person to hold it. "

   "That's right. The news of Stromkar's existence must not spread until it is in the hands of Dalosa!"

   His Holiness the Pope nodded in agreement.

   The tired old priest looked at the war sword placed on the ground, he twisted his beard and said:

   "After defeating the orcs, what the human kingdoms need is recuperation, not another civil war due to the high-level pursuit of power.

  Sydan, you immediately return to Light's Hope Chapel and gather the resting Knights of the Silver Hand.

  You will personally **** this sword to Khaz Modan at the fastest speed, and you must deliver it to Marshal Lothar in person. "

   "As ordered, Your Majesty."

   Dasuohan couldn't care less about exhaustion.

   Reached out his hand to take off his protective cloak, which was severely damaged in the battle, wrapped Stromka with his heart, and opened the portal to Stratholme City from the old lich.

   This tall paladin with a battle helmet held the sword in his arms and strode into the portal. The moment he left, he turned his head to look at Black.

   He looked at the pirate who had never dealt with him very much before, and said softly:

   "Thank you, little Drake, if your father knew what you did, he would be proud of you."

   "Then do me a favor and don't let him know."

   Black, who was smoking a pipe, replied.

  The Great Knight nodded regretfully, his figure disappeared into the light curtain of the portal, and across the light curtain, he could vaguely see the scenery of the bustling city of Stratholme.

   The next moment, the portal closed, and the light dissipated as a spot of light.

   In the eyes of the pirates, there was a gleam of "planning", but it was fleeting. He coughed twice, hugged the little fish man, turned his head, and looked at the two behind him.

   and the Silver Hand warhammer placed in front of him.

He says:

   "Your Majesty, this warhammer left by the **** Tyr, you have seen with your own eyes the restraint of evil things.

  Since it can be used by the Holy Light, it should belong to the Church of the Holy Light. This can be regarded as my 'Templar Assassin', a trivial contribution to the Church. "

   In the face of Black's words, the Pope did not express his opinion on the self-proclaimed "Templar Assassin" of Black this time.

   He just acquiesced.

   Sure enough, everyone has a price in their hearts.

  If you find it difficult to deal with a person, it must be that the price you gave is not enough.

   His Majesty stretched out his hand and touched the handle of the warhammer. The power of the Holy Light was injected into it, causing the primitive carvings on this warhammer to emit a golden shimmer.

   It was a warm, healing, holy light.

   But the next moment, the Pope said in a suspicious tone:

   "This god's weapon seems to have changed. Compared with when I woke it up, it seems to be missing something."

   "Because the gods are dead and the darkness has subsided, after completing the mission, the last divine power of Tyr in the weapon will also dissipate. This is a normal thing, Your Majesty."

  The old Lich explained professionally:

   "Just like the Staff of Atiesh in my hand, after the death of the astral mage Medivh, the divine power of the dark gods left on it quickly dissipated.

   That is not a power that mortals can control.

   Its going away is a good thing for the church.

   This means that you can give this relic to a loyal Grand Knight without worrying about the after-effects of unmanageable power. "

   "Well, that's true."

   The Pope, feeling the holy power reverberating in the relic, said:

   "The dispersal of divine power has not affected the power of this sacred object. In addition to the five sacred deeds, the church has gained a power that can shelter hope. This is the gift of holy light.

  Thanks Holy Light. "

  Blake waited for the end of Pope Fao's speech, looked at the old lich, and took the initiative to say:

   "Your Majesty, I noticed that after you felt the dark power from the abyss in the catacombs, you have been frowning.

   And when I told the story of Tirisfal earlier, you seemed very interested in the seductive darkness of that story. The knight who stood in the way, who wanted justice, had already left.

   Let’s talk about these dark things.

  You are the most devout Holy Light Walker, and it is absolutely impossible to actively pursue the power in the shadows.

   Then I might as well take a bold guess. "

  The pirate looked at the Pope's old cheek.

   He said softly:

   "Have you heard of, or been exposed to, similar powers before? That's why you've been uneasy as you embarked on this journey?

   Could it be that you have a premonition of some disturbing sign? "

   "Why do you think so? Little Drake."

   The Pope glanced at the pirates and said softly:

   "Did you collect any clues?"

   "I did get attacked by a similar force in Duskwood on my way from Booty Bay to Karazhan."

  Blake looked into the Pope's eyes and said frankly:

   "And as far as I know, after the fall of Stormwind, not everyone evacuated to the North with Marshal Lothar and His Highness Varian.

   There are also many rebels active in the land occupied by the orcs.

   Dusk Forest is their stronghold, the orcs dare not go in, those who resist are safe there, maybe they think they are safe.

  Your Majesty, you deliberately took away the Great Knight of Dasuohan, probably because you didn't want him to know some daunting secrets.

  You are afraid that those secrets will interfere with the faith of the Great Knight.

   But I'm a shadowwalker and I have no faith to destroy.

  I am now a 'Templar Assassin' appointed by you personally, and I have offered two tributes to the Holy Light, proving my ability, so if you need me to do something for you or the church.

  You can do whatever you want.

   You just need to tell me where to go and who to kill.

   and how much to kill.

  My blade and my fleet are always ready to serve the Holy Light. "

   (end of this chapter)