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"Father..." Varian's face changed slightly when he noticed his father's strangeness, but Ryan just shook his head and handed the letter together with the crown to Varian

"Varian, leave with the glory of your mother and Wrynn. Go to Lordaeron, tell Tenaris, and tell everyone that darkness is approaching, and we must unite!"

After unloading the crown, Ryan seemed to have let go of some heavy burden, and his whole body was much more relaxed. He whispered with a smile

"Oh my God, how come I never found out that this thing is so heavy."

"No! Father, I'm not leaving!" Varian grabbed Ryan's hand excitedly, but Gavinrad quickly stunned the excited prince, bowed deeply to the king he swore allegiance to, and left in a hurry went.

Loyalty and courage should not only be manifested through sacrifice and death. Sometimes, the living are braver and more loyal.

Putting on his armor and leading all the knights in Stormwind Keep, Ryan watched the Griffin carrying his wife and daughter fly into the distance. He smiled softly, pulled out the Royal Sword, and roared at the dark Horde army outside Stormwind City

"Follow me, warriors of Stormwind! Protect our people and don't extinguish our glory!"

The glory of House Wrynn will live with him on the battlefield forever, a failed king who let his enemies slaughter his own people. But he won't back down, failed king, not a coward!

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, Your Majesty Wrynn."

Deep laughter resounded in the palace, and in the corner of Stormwind Fortress, dark shadows came out one after another.

They wear armor as cold and hard as the night, their skin is as pale and cold as the dead, their eyes are expressionless, and they hold rune swords or staffs emitting icy cold air, just like the messengers of death.

Humanity? No! It looks like a group of dead people!

"That bastard Garona has failed Gul'dan and our expectations."

The world's first death knight, Talon holding a black iron spear hammer? Gorefiend smiled lowly and playfully, like the song of death

"Now, I've come to correct the mistake."

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Chapter 75. The Immortal Light

"The fall of Stormwind is doomed, and your efforts will be in vain."

"This is not a bad thing. The fall of Stormwind will unite humans and orcs. He will let you walk on a path of hope."

"Follow the development of the prophecy. Only in this way can you defeat the ultimate enemy of the world. Bell, don't let false emotions blind your eyes."

The voice whispering in Bell's mind is still gentle and gentle, but it only makes Bell feel extremely disgusted

"Shut up!!!"

Bell held up the warhammer wrapped in holy light in his hand, and killed the orc infantry blocking in front of him, roaring angrily

He knew that Zela was responsible for the fact that he was transferred from Stormwind City to Moonbrook Town.

She undoubtedly invaded the dream of the local bishop of Yuexi Town. In the identity and name of the Mother of Holy Light, she caused the bishop to send a deceitful message, causing Bell to lead a group of elite knights from Stormwind City to the wrong battlefield.

Just to fulfill the so-called prophecy in her mouth, this naaru did not hesitate to sell the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.

This kind of high-sounding evil made Bell feel sick from the bottom of his heart!

"It's all a necessary sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice? No justice can be based on the persecution of life! You are not the Holy Light! You are just a disgusting devil!"

Bell's eyes radiated a golden radiance, but he unreservedly reprimanded the Mother of Holy Light.

He has reached the front of Stormwind Keep, but the enemies who stop him are getting stronger and stronger.

The sound of fighting was no less intense than outside the Stormwind Fortress, especially in the direction of the Throne Hall, and when Bell rushed there, a new enemy appeared.

It was a group of knights wrapped in heavy armor like black shadows. They held rune swords and some held staffs. They looked like dead people.

A rain of corrosive shadow arrows shot towards him. After being cast by light, Bell instinctively hated this kind of mixed power of void and death.

He turned over to avoid the rain of shadow arrows, and the corrosive shadow force created deep pits on the ground, and he immediately opened the holy deed in his hand, roaring loudly

"Scatter, unclean thing!!!"

The dazzling golden holy light hit the group of death knights and turned into a sharp sword from the bottom up. It did not have the inclusiveness of the white holy light of the priest, but was filled with a holy light that purifies the will like fire and hatred. It was as violent as a bursting flame.

Those few death knights almost didn't even have time to wail, their orc souls that were forcefully stuffed into human bodies were forcibly transcended. The profane body emitted bursts of black smoke, and the dead body, which was infused with fel energy and void energy by the warlocks of the Shadow Council, was purified into ashes!

Although Bell didn't want to admit it, this was indeed the power given to him by the Mother of Light.

Although it was because the Mother of Holy Light believed that he had enough talent, this cruel and powerful holy light was not only ignited by his heart, but also a gift from Zela.

"Huh? That's... a nasty light."

Talon Gorefiend, who was leisurely commanding the death knights to besiege Ryan and his Guard Knights, frowned and looked at the door between the throne rooms

He loathed the damned Light.

These death knights are Gul'dan's experiments. The souls of orcs are stuffed into the dead bodies that have been desecrated by evil energy, and then they are filled with shadow energy in their bodies.

Compared with the mature death knights under the Lich King later, today's death knights are more like a group of warlocks in plate armor.

Facing the holy light, their blasphemous bodies are like ice meeting the scorching sun, so they will naturally feel extremely uncomfortable. And because they are not allowed to desecrate the corpses of orcs, it is very awkward for their orc souls to control human bodies after all.

"It's Bell!"

Seeing that dazzling light, Ryan's eyes lit up, and the fierce golden light was only the boy who was hailed as the Son of Light by Archbishop Fao.

"You make it up, I'll get rid of him."

Talon Gorefiend coldly ordered the death knight next to him to fill his seat, shouldered the hammer and walked towards the holy light.

"Ah, look who's here? A brat wielding power that doesn't belong to him."

Just as Bell was out of breath and dealt with several death knights, a cold mocking voice came with an extremely dangerous aura.

Seeing the spear and hammer in Talon Gorefiend's hand falling with a dangerous scarlet light, Bell hurriedly raised the hammer to resist. The holy light, which is invincible against evil creatures, is like encountering a natural enemy. Hold it without dissipating.

Talon Gorefiend smiled coldly, and when he raised his hand, he was wounded by death. The soul mixed with a strong breath of death turned into a roaring skeleton and rushed towards Bell. The brilliant and shining holy light did not dissipate the foul attack. Instead, it is offset by more than half.

He is the first death knight, and also the most special one among this batch of death knights.

Before he was transformed into a death knight, he was one of the best warlocks in the Shadow Council, and he possessed a talent that even Gul'dan didn't know about.

Compared with fel energy and shadow, he is actually better at contacting the power of the soul.

After capturing the city of the Draenei, Talon Gorefiend devoured the souls of the unknown number of Draenei in the tomb. He was like a glutton, savoring the taste of those souls.

Then, he came into contact with the essence of 'death' from the power of these souls.

Perhaps it was only a moment, and the moment he died, his soul reached the legendary Shadow Realm. In that world of the dead, he came into contact with the essence of the power of death.

It's not a plague, it's not a wave of blood, it's not ice, it's just the manifestation of the power of death. And the essence of the power of death is the so-called 'animal energy'

This kind of power comes from the soul and has nothing to do with evil. The Holy Light cannot destroy such energy. This is the secret of Talon Gorefiend. After transforming into a death knight, he has been waiting for the day when he is strong enough to kill Gul'dan and take charge of the tribe...

"The wheel of fortune has turned, poor brat, you are swaying power that does not belong to you."

Talon Gorefiend taunted with a cold voice, and the spear hammer in his hand was wrapped in bloody fel energy, beating Bell's war hammer one after another!

Bell, who possesses a talent comparable to that of the Son of the Holy Light, can barely struggle at this moment. His Holy Light is hard to shake the enemy in front of him.

"You can only watch your king die tragically."

Talon Gorefiend's whispers penetrated Bell's mind like a pervasive cold wind, interfering with his judgment

"We will desecrate his body and let the soul of the orc warrior who killed the most occupy his body. Then, he will become a warrior of the tribe and slaughter his former citizens."

"shut your mouth!"

Bell roared and roared, vigorously waving the war hammer in his hand, his anger ignited his holy light, and also ignited the divine blood in his body!

Hestia's divine blood was activated under the stimulation of the battle, and displayed its true nature under the burning of the holy light.

The essence of being the Goddess of Holy Fire!

His warhammer was wrapped in a blazing holy flame, his eyes were covered with shining gold, his body instantly dispelled the vicious curse of Talon Gorefiend, his power increased instantly, and the wildly dancing warhammer suppressed Talon Gorefiend's body like the wind body!

The arrogant Talon Gorefiend just now was suppressed tightly. Bell's anger and his holy light almost formed a pair of dazzling golden wings behind him!

The dead man's face became even worse, his spear hammer began to break, and he was on the verge of failure!

"Accept the sanction of the Holy Light, monster!"

Just as Bell was roaring and preparing to end Talon Gorefiend's life, the 'gentle' voice sounded again in his mind.

"You left me with no choice, son."

Zela sighed in his mind, and then, the burning holy flame on Bell's body suddenly went out as if the fuel had been pulled out.

"The prophecy will eventually come true, and you, persistent child, your destiny ends here."

The golden light in Bell's eyes dissipated, and the wings of light behind him, his holy light, were instantly taken back by the mother of holy light.

Talon Gorefiend seized this opportunity and turned the tide of battle in an instant. Without the blessing of the power of the holy light, the warhammer in Bell's hand shattered instantly, and the holy deed turned into fly ash!

The pitch-black spear hammer hit like a meteor, denting Bell's breastplate in an instant!

He was knocked to the ground, and the sharp spear hammer was pressed against his chest, and Talon Gorefiend smiled mockingly

"Look at you, after stripping away the power that doesn't belong to you, what are you left with? Weak kid, false hero."

Bell tried his best to resist, but no matter how hard he tried and how he called, he couldn't arouse even the faintest spell of holy light.

Talon Gorefiend was right, he was just a fake, weak fake who borrowed the power of others.

He is not a hero, and he is not worthy of being a hero. He is just a vain coward, an incompetent waste...

"You seem to have some interesting blood in your body? Don't worry, your body... will be put to good use by me."

Taron Gorefiend didn't have many BBs, but raised his spear and hammer to give Bell the final blow

Surrounded by death knights, King Lane, who was soaked in blood, let out a roar of anger and pain. In front of him, the adopted son of his best friend was about to die, and Varian's friend sacrificed for himself, and the holy light... went out.

Ryan threw the long sword in his hand in the direction of Talon Gorefiend without hesitation, he roared

"Stand up, Bell Craney! Don't let Lothar's name be ashamed!"

The sharp big royal sword pierced Talon Gorefiend's body, but the death knight didn't care, it was just an attack from a mortal without any special energy, and it was meaningless to the dead.

Bell roared and roared, and a milky white holy light shone in his hands! Not mixed with any power of the Mother of Holy Light, it belongs to him alone, the divine radiance that ignites from the heart.

However...it's too weak, this holy light is too weak, like a candle in a strong wind, it will go out at any time.

"farewell!"

Talon Gorefiend laughed wildly and swung his spear hammer, but at this moment, a shadow like a golden lightning flew over!

"Catch it, Bell Clonney!"

The golden light and shadow flew like a meteorite, and the weak but penetrating holy light and arcane power forced Talon Gorefiend to raise his spear and hammer to resist!

In just an instant, his spear hammer was shattered, and the flying thing also stayed on top of Bell's head. He jumped up without hesitation and grabbed the light and shadow.

It was a two-handed hammer.

The ubiquitous holy light filled the veins and every piece of metal of this sacred war hammer. Titan's forging technology injected and shaped the shape of this war hammer with infinite arcane power. It was full of special beauty unique to Titan's creation.

Sacred, brilliant, like a god's weapon - in fact it is a god's weapon.

Its name is the Silver Hand. In the ancient and distant past, he once belonged to Tyr, the king of order, and belonged to the weapon of the god who replaced the titan who created the world to protect the world.

Human beings' worship of the Holy Light stems from Tyr's selfless sacrifice. The name and power of this holy hammer are also recorded in human mythology!

Bell didn't know all this, but he only knew that this war hammer would give him the possibility to change everything.

Without hesitation, Bell tightly held the silver hand, and the holy light in his heart and Hestia's blood roared violently like a torrent!

The blood of the gods, the power of the titans, and the power of the holy light are with him!

He roared angrily, and threw himself at the fallen Talon Gorefiend, waving his silver hand with all his strength!

The holy light and holy fire bursting from his body urged this Titan's artifact, the holy fire mixed with thunder, and every hit would cause the Tempest Fortress to tremble!

"wait……"

Talon Gorefiend didn't even have time to finish his words of mercy. His desecrated evil body and his soul were torn to pieces by the holy light and thunder amidst howling.

Not everyone is recognized by the Silver Hand.

He must have the pure heart of the Holy Light that embraces everything, but he must also have the boundless and violent anger of the Holy Light against the darkness.