Just when everyone was almost in despair, a dazzling golden light exploded from the horse's belly, "Holy Anger!"
The sudden burst of mighty holy energy was like a blazing flame, instantly swallowing up the two skeletons and their horses. It also plowed through dozens of yards of open space nearby, and the shock wave it brought out wiped out all the undead creatures in the area.
"Bah, these damn skeletons!" Regan, with a bloody look on his face, got up from the ground, picked up the sword in embarrassment and prepared to fight again.
However, when he raised his head to look for the enemy, he found that only his companions with shocked faces were left around him.
"Holy light, I thought it was St. Uther who was reborn just now!" Tirion looked incredulously. He looked at Regan up and down, "Tell me, was it really you who sent the child's previous blow?"
"Oh, don't say it was all done by me alone," Regen also looked at his companions around him with disbelief, "I swear I only used very little holy power just now, but this place is like being beaten by a Titan.
It was like a punch.”
"And the energy just now seemed to be able to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy," Sophie added at the side, "All the undead were burned to ashes, but a few of us were fine."
"So...does your holy power only target the undead?" Tirion asked thoughtfully.
"Obviously not," Regan pulled Sam over and patted the death knight who was in a daze. "Little Sam was not affected at all. It seems that it is not targeting all undead."
"But..." Sophie poked Sam's head, "The little fool looks even stupider."
"Uh," Sam shuddered as if he had just woken up, and said with some lingering fear, "What a powerful energy! I was almost... penetrated by him?"
"Penetration? What do you mean?"
"Um..." Sam racked his brains and came up with a more appropriate metaphor, "It's like when my father checked me to see if I stole money to buy candy when I was a kid...stern, yes! He scanned my heart very sternly, but he didn't mean any harm.
, I can feel that he left happily after the examination, and I am now warm all over, as if I had just taken a hot bath."
"Well? My holy power also has the function of bathing?" Regan also touched Sam's head and asked with some worry, "Is this kid's brain blown up and delusional?"
"Haha," Sophie chuckled, ignoring the boy's blushing protest, "Then when you get old, we will open a bathhouse, so that you don't have to worry about taking care of yourself."
"No, I think Sam's feeling should be accurate," Tirion interrupted Sophie's laughter and said seriously, "There is only one kind of energy in this world that is so huge yet gentle, yet able to distinguish people's hearts.
——That is the source of Holy Light!”
The old knight patted Regan on the shoulder, "No paladin has ever been directly favored by the source of the Holy Light, not even Saint Uther. My child, if all this is true, you will be able to become a new generation."
Master Paladin, use your appeal to rebuild the Knights of the Silver Hand, even surpassing the prestige of Saint Uther."
"Wow! It sounds really exciting," Ragen's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head regretfully, "Unfortunately, I can't even tell how I came out of that power just now. I can't do it again now."
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"Don't worry, you are still very young. As time goes by, you will discover..."
"You are chatting about humans over there! What are you still doing? This lich is going to run away soon... Oops! How dare you kick me!" Tirion's words were interrupted by a loud voice, and everyone followed his voice.
Go, only to see an orc holding the robe of the lich Alakir tightly, preventing him from entering the portal behind him
"Come and help me! This lich is the city lord of Anhador!" Roxas shouted at the top of his lungs. "The Silver Dawn of the Holy Light Chapel offers a reward of five thousand gold coins for his phylactery! Kill this guy.
All the money is for you!”
Arakir was so angry that he was trembling all over. He didn't expect that the orc's half-death just now was all an act. When he saw that he was about to run away, he held on to him and refused to let go. The lich wanted to use shadow arrows to kill this cunning green-skinned man.
His brains were knocked out, but at the moment he was maintaining the operation of the portal, and there was nothing he could do about this guy.
Regen watched in amusement as Arakir kicked Roxas in the head, turned around and asked, "Maybe we should help this orc friend? It seems that he is not in a good situation now."
"Of course, all creatures are allies in the face of natural disasters," Tirion took the lead in getting on his horse and raised an eyebrow at Ragen with a smile, "But I will accept this lich's phylactery. You'd better come here slowly,
my child"
——Alakir died miserably. Although his life box was shattered by Tirion's hammer, his ribs were trampled into bone dregs by Roxas.
The orc spat in frustration and said in broken Common Tongue, "Thank you very much. Human, I am Roxas Saurfang of Orgrimmar, and the son of the tribal king Varok Saurfang."
Nephew, if it weren't for you, maybe I would have turned into ghoul excrement."
Tirion shook the orc's hand and introduced himself, "Nice to meet you, Roxas. My name is Tirion Fordring, the Paladin of Lordaeron."
"Fording...are you Lord Tirion Fordring from Hearthglen?" the orc widened his eyes and asked with some surprise.
Tirion nodded, "Yes, have we met before, young warrior?"
"No, but I have heard of your name before," Roxas looked obviously respectful, "Lord Eitrigg said that you are the greatest paladin among humans, and Chief Thrall also admires you.
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Tirion laughed and patted the orc on the shoulder, "How is that old guy Eitrigg doing now? I didn't expect that he would still mention that thing everywhere. I'm really ashamed of him."
"Please bear in mind that Lord Eitrigg is still very strong and can eat a roasted wild boar in one meal," Roxas replied honestly.
"That's good!" Tirion felt greatly relieved when he heard that his old friend was well, "By the way, why were you captured here by these undead?"
Roxas scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm ashamed to say that, I originally wanted to go to the Eastern Plaguelands to dig some thorium ore to make weapons, but I didn't expect that I was plotted by this lich on the way. He seemed to have
I took it as a messenger sent by Chief Thrall, and kept asking me about the purpose of going to the Winter Plague Land, and he said that he had intercepted and killed two groups of Alliance messengers going there."
"So, something happened to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel," Regan walked over and said with a frown, "The Scourge Sect, the lich, intercepted him halfway, probably to cut off the Winter Plague Land's access to the outside world.
All Communications"
"This is my godson, the Paladin of Stormwind City Christian Regan," Tirion introduced to the orcs.
"Nice to meet you, noble cleric," Roxas said politely, extending his hand to Regen.
"My honor, warrior of the Saurfang family," Regan held his hand, "I'm glad that our first meeting was not on a hostile battlefield."
"Haha, what an interesting paladin," the beast smiled and punched Regen twice, looking familiar, "Unlike other alliance warriors, they will come up to eradicate heretics as soon as they see me."
"Race cannot represent glory," Regan explained with a smile. "Lord Tirion is the practitioner of this sentence. As your godson, I always keep this motto in mind."
"It's a pity that there are fewer and fewer warriors like you," the rough orc sighed, "Whether it's the tribe or the alliance, most people are blinded by the hatred in front of them, but they don't understand the hatred that hangs over us mortals.
The real threat is what my uncle and the chief are worried about."
"That's nice to say! Which of you orcs are not extremely barbaric? Not only did you destroy the vegetation given to us by Mother Moon God, but you also killed innocent civilians! Now you are pretending to be compassionate and merciful. It's disgusting!" Obviously not everyone is a pacifist.
Sophie strode forward and scolded angrily
"Hey, another little bitch who thinks she's just," Roxas muttered, but when he saw Regan's unhappy expression, he immediately stopped his teasing tone.
"Beautiful elves, you are not the only victims of the war. The poor orphans of the Warsong tribe also lost their parents," the orc said helplessly. "There is no right or wrong in war. It only brings destruction and endless hatred.
I think this is not what you and I want."
"It's ridiculous! Did we instigate this war?" Sophie replied without showing any signs of weakness, "If it weren't for your so-called hero Hellscream, how could the Valley of Ashes, where birds are singing and fragrant with flowers, become the place of hundreds of battles it is today?"
The aggressive attitude of the elves gradually irritated Roxas. You must know that there are not many good-tempered orcs.
"You bitch..." Just when he was about to curse, Tirion raised his hand to stop both parties, who were both a little irritable.
"Everything in this world is easier said than done. Everyone knows that hatred is wrong, but how many people are actually eliminating hatred?" Tirion looked at Roxas until the latter lowered his head with a blush.
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"So, Miss Sophie, would you be interested in hearing a story from this old bone of mine?"
"This is my honor, Lord Fordring." Sophie rolled her eyes at the orc and said to Tirion respectfully.
Tirion smiled and nodded, "It's getting late, so let's talk while we walk."
The old knight paused and said to the orc with a pun, "Roxas, since we have the same destination, why don't we go together?
"As you wish, Lord Fordring." The orcs tried their best to imitate human etiquette, although it seemed a bit nondescript.