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MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 51 50. Templar Assassin
Chapter 51 50. Templar Assassin
Blake, led by a paladin, set foot in a quiet church surrounded by warm holy light.
Although his face was still expressionless, he was indeed a little moved in his heart.
Not only because Marshal Lothar entrusted the Assassin League with what he said was very heartwarming, but also because he, as a grand marshal, was able to pay attention to himself as a little assassin when he was in charge of the final battle between humans and orcs.
Perhaps this is a trick to win people over.
But I have to say, this is also part of Losana's powerful personality.
A leader who will not forget the contributions of his subordinates, and a leader who can take the initiative to care about his subordinates, can definitely win the loyalty and dedication of his subordinates.
Lothar can care about every soldier and warrior he knows, and take it as a habit and instinct, so it is not surprising that he can eventually lead the Alliance to overthrow the tribe.
In addition, part of the warmth in his heart came from the golden holy light surrounding this small church.
is like a lamp,
In the center of the ring-shaped church in front of you, there is a golden light shining, not dazzling, very warm, reminiscent of the warm hands of a mother.
Take all who accept it into your arms.
This is the Holy Light.
represents a force of hope, justice, purity, selflessness, and healing of all positive energies, and it is also one of the six source forces under Azeroth and even the stars.
is the two powers that human beings have the deepest control, along with the arcane.
It’s not just a power either.
It also represents a kind of faith. As far as Black knows, the Holy Light faith appeared with the rise of human civilization when the human empire was established 2,800 years ago.
At least the records of the Church of the Holy Light are like this.
The first human priests also appeared at that time.
Then, with the development of human civilization, divisions and wars continued to the present.
It has become a symbol of belief in human civilization, and even high elves have been affected. There are priests who use holy light on the elves, but there are not many.
After all, for the proud high elves, arcane magic is the source of their power.
However, human records are not so accurate, and human beings have no eyes that can see through the truth. Blake stared at the holy light in front of him, and looked at the old man who was praying in front of the holy light.
He recalled the memories of the Holy Light in his mind.
He knew that the appearance of the Holy Light in Azeroth was far earlier than human records. When this world was born, the power of the Holy Light had already taken root.
And among the vast stars, there are others. In many civilizations, there are also companions of the Holy Light.
This is not a civilized belief.
This is a belief in the stars.
If Black had a Paladin or Priest in his class when he was reborn, he wouldn't have to hide in the shadows and find a way to survive.
"I feel a lost soul, maybe you need some little advice?"
While Blake was silent, the old man who bowed his head in prayer in front of a ray of holy light also opened his eyes at this moment, holding a rosary in his hand, and turned around.
His clothes were not luxurious, not even the robes of priests.
In the context of tonight's palace dinner, this old man in his fifties was dressed simply, wearing an ordinary robe.
Apart from the looming golden holy emblem behind him and those pure bright eyes, he is no different from an ordinary old man.
He looked at Blake, then waved and said:
"Knight Saidan, I want to borrow your 'Sacred Deed' to help the warrior of the Alliance in front of me and heal the pain of the body. This ceremony cannot be disturbed.
Therefore, please leave the church with all the knights and wait outside the door. "
"His Holiness the Pope!"
The tall paladin who brought Black into the church took a few steps forward at this moment, and handed a holy deed hanging from his chest exuding the power of pure holy light to Pope Alonzos Fao.
But he also whispered at the same time:
"I don't doubt this warrior's loyalty to the Alliance, but he's an assassin after all, I."
"Don't worry, Saidan."
Pope Fao smiled at the great knight, turned the rosary in his hand, and said softly:
"This young man will not hurt me, and the Holy Light will protect me. Leave, and come in after the ceremony."
Seeing the Pope so insistent, the Great Knight could not dissuade him.
He turned around with great strides, paused as he passed Blake, looked at Blake with a scrutiny and caution, but said nothing.
was very silent, very executive, and left the church with all the paladins, and blocked the gate.
Black watched him leave.
was full of curiosity.
This is Saidan Dassault, one of the first five great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand?
As expected.
A staunch, valiant and unspeakable man, it is said that the Great Knight of Saidan never takes off his helmet, whether in battle or in prayer.
Could it be that is also a big bald head?
he thought so, but not slowly.
At the moment when the door was closed, he immediately stepped forward, walked into the warm holy light in front of him, stroked his heart with his hand, leaned forward, and saluted the Pope.
said softly:
"Nice to see you again, Your Honor."
"It's nice to see you again too, Drake Jr."
Fao held the rosary and the holy deed in his hand. The joy on the old man's face could not be faked. He reached out and stroked Blake, just like looking at the real junior.
With surprise and relief in his eyes, he said softly:
"I sensed your unique vitality just now, and I thought I was confused. The entire human kingdom already knows that you and the brave 3rd Fleet advance team died in the waters of Khaz Modan.
I am also saddened by the news that died in the flames of the evil dragon controlled by the orcs.
So did your father.
But you are still alive.
Drake Proudmoore, you have appeared in front of me again, this is a miracle of the Holy Light!
This news will inspire your father's fighting spirit, and it will make all human kingdoms boil, no doubt.
Thanks Holy Light. "
The legendary priest made a religious gesture on his chest, representing the sincerity and relief in the old man's heart.
But Black shook his head.
He took a step back and said to the legendary priest:
"Pardon me for being rude, but Your Majesty, I'm about to show you something wicked, and I have to tell you that my escape from death was not a blessing from the Light,
but from a cursed fate.
I carry it to the present.
In the foreseeable future, I am also powerless to get rid of it. That's exactly what I'm asking you, don't tell anyone else that I'm alive. "
Speaking, Black exited the area shrouded in holy light and returned to the shadows.
From the luggage, he took out the soul-inducing lamp.
The moment it appeared, the pale light seemed to be stimulated, and the holy light around Faao's body also experienced waves that were visible to the naked eye.
The two opposing energies clashed instinctively, and the soul lamp in Black's hand also made Fao clench the rosary in his hand at this moment.
He had never seen anything like it.
But his legendary status allowed him to guess the origin of this thing.
He looked at Blake, who was holding a pale white soul-inducing lamp in front of him. He looked at the pale and ominous light, wrapped around Blake's left arm, and there was a touch of grief and regret in the eyes of the crown.
He shook his head and said:
"No wonder you fled from the disaster of death, but chose to remain anonymous, and would rather let your family bear the pain of loss than meet them.
You are not avoiding them, you are protecting them.
poor child.
May the Light protect you.
But this lamp, it came from hell? "
As a person of faith, His Majesty Fao's tone was a bit more complicated when he said the word "hell".
He is a pure believer.
But he manages the believers of the entire human civilization under his command.
Not everyone is as sincere as he is, and in the process of spreading the faith, the priests occasionally say something about **** in order to preach good deeds.
It's just that no one knows whether **** really exists in Azeroth.
Now, the mystery is revealed.
"Yes, Your Majesty, Hell exists.
This lamp comes from that place, which is the **** of the vrykul, and the home of the souls of humans and all living beings after death, and the Valhalla Valhalla where the vrykul people believe.
happens to represent two fates after death. "
Black explained to the Pope:
"There is a legend about Hell among the sailors of Kul Tiras.
When we humans were pioneering the cold northern land of Northrend, we would also hear a few words from the vrykul aliens there.
Among the merchants of Kul Tiras, there are also legends related to it.
I didn't believe it before.
But as you can see, I am now in hell, and I have accepted a terrible deal. In exchange for surviving, I will serve the queen of hell.
Maybe the rest of my life, I can only walk in the waves and shadows with this curse.
Your Majesty, I cannot let my father know this news, it will make him more painful than knowing that I died in battle.
He has come out of the pain of bereavement.
He may have regrets, but I still have a younger sister and younger brother, who will support my father's life for me, and I, I don't want to give my father any more hope, and then cruelly take it away.
Please help me keep this secret. "
"No, child, Dai Lin didn't come out of the pain of losing you."
Fao sighed.
At this moment, the legendary priest had a sympathetic expression on his face. He closed his eyes, turned his rosary, and recalled:
"On the third day after the news of your death came back to the mainland, Dai Lin appeared in my church alone. He was so drunk that he knelt in front of the Holy Light, crying like a child.
I have never seen such a loss in Daelin, who is as tough as steel.
Your death in battle not only took away all his happiness, but also like a steel knife, slashing a piece in the heart of a man as strong as the sea, cutting his soul to pieces.
That is a void.
A terrible loss, nothing can fill it.
Not even the Holy Light.
He confessed a lot to me that night.
He hated those orcs who took your life, and swore before the Holy Light that he would end his life only to slaughter those butchers and return the fear to them tenfold and a hundredfold.
But he didn't just come with hatred, he came with remorse.
He talks about everything about you.
Every time he said something, he suffered a bit.
He hated that he was busy with military affairs and did not accompany you on the voyage. He stubbornly believed that if he was there, you would not suffer such bad luck.
child.
I don't know why, there is a lack of emotional fluctuations when you talk about your father, but what I want to tell you is that your father loves you more than you can imagine. "
Fao paused, opened his eyes, looked at Blake, and said softly;
"You are asking me to do something that will continue to hurt your father and your family.
You are worried that your father cannot accept you now.
But trust me, kid.
He will accept it.
No matter what you become, he is willing to give everything he has to get you back to him.
You should not hide it from him.
Your mother, your sister, and brother are all just like him, waiting for you to come home. "
"But I can't, Your Majesty."
Black put away the soul lamp, the language described by Fao Religion about how Daelin loved Drake deeply moved him, but it also made him more stressed.
He took a deep breath and undid his face covering, revealing his severely burned face.
He says:
"The fire of the red dragon has sealed my fate. I cannot go to see them in such a cursed state."
"Your Majesty, I beg you not to tell them, it doesn't mean I have to cut off contact with them, I will use my method to approach them cautiously.
I will come back to them when the time is right.
But please do not interfere in this process.
to this end
I am willing to dedicate the rest of my life to the cause of Holy Light.
I may walk in the shadows all my life, I have already set foot on that road. "
Black looked at Fao.
He lowered his head, stroked his heart, and said:
"But no one stipulates that in the shadows one cannot serve the Light.
I need help from the Holy Light to defend me from hell.
I also don't want to put my soul in the hands of a mad **** of death.
In your witness, I hope to become a Templar Assassin who serves the right path, just like the assassination of the legendary orcs outside the city of Steinblade.
This is not a promise either.
It is more of a request.
From now on, I will escape from the shadows, and I will serve the light. "
(end of this chapter)