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In a sense, the Silver Hand is even a more extreme artifact than the Ashbringer. He represents the essence of the holy light, the holy light that shines on all, warm but also cruel.

Ota, who flung the silver hand from a distance, silently recorded all this. The boy exuding his own holy light and thunder looked like a hero in ancient mythology.

"Holy Light, protect them!"

The moment Talon Gorefiend was hammered to pieces, Bell raised his hand towards the sky without hesitation. The billowing green clouds that originally diffused the sky of Stormwind City were instantly replaced by holy light, and the huge power of holy light descended from the sky, healing All righteous beings in Stormwind City are killing all evil souls!

In front of the crystal of true knowledge at the other end, Freya looked hungry and joyful as she watched this scene.

The soul of a hero is about to mature.

Bell's soul shines brightly. Burning Freya's eyes.

It emits such a strong light, but the color is still clear and transparent, pure desire, pure holy light.

No intentions or calculations, no knowledge of filth. Total will. The boy made a wish to defeat a powerful enemy and change his destiny.

"Sure enough... Holy Light is not suitable for me."

Mu Feng, who was also spying on this scene, sighed deeply, and he confirmed once again that Holy Light is not suitable for him.

Because... this power is too 'ideal'.

Bell Cranney undoubtedly has a strong talent for the Holy Light, otherwise he would not be favored by Zela. But no matter how talented you are, you cannot turn talent into strength without the accumulation of time.

But the power of the Holy Light that he is now erupting, even if he is against Alsace, Uther in his peak period may feel ashamed when he comes, and it can be said to be extremely powerful on the side of the Holy Light.

Of course, a large part of this is the problem of the Silver Hand, but Bell's skill "Hero's Wish", coupled with the unique idealism power of the Holy Light, allowed him to instantly obtain the majestic power of the Holy Light.

Not only did he beat to death a death knight who was theoretically equivalent to LV6 or even more troublesome, but he also pulled a large group of recovery and stepped on a large-scale punishment by the way.

What is open hanging, this is called open hanging!

Considering that the power of the Holy Light does have a kind of "brainwashing" of thinking, Mu Feng decisively gave up this passionate and idealistic power.

But... Bell Clonney's journey should also come to an end.

After all, his holy light just killed everything he saw in front of him, and he still didn't see that dagger from the shadows.

When he withdrew his palm and looked forward, he stepped forward, and the seriously injured Ryan was panting on his knees, looked at the boy, and grinned

"You did not live up to Lothar's expectations!"

Bell smiled with relief and held out his hand. He finally didn't let this damn fate repeat itself, he finally—

A figure suddenly jumped out of the shadow behind Ryan. She raised the sharp poisonous dagger in her hand and pierced Ryan's heart without mercy.

"No!!!"

Bell's eyes widened and he roared, the holy light in his hand blasted out almost instantly, hitting Garona hard.

But Garona easily unfolded the shadow cloak, dodging the holy hammer with a gorgeous gesture, the legendary half-orc assassin glanced at the fallen Ryan with pity, and said in an extremely cold voice

"The king's heart has fallen from the throne, and your hourglass is drained."

Ryan opened his eyes slightly, and the deadly toxin quickly flowed along his heart veins to his whole body. After he heard Garona's words, he showed a relieved expression.

His hourglass has indeed run out, this is just the moment of his prophecy...

Ryan closed his eyes, and the King of Stormwind passed away. After all, his destined fate has not changed, and this huge flow of time is still flowing in that direction after all.

"The main mission has been completed - the end of the first orc war, you have joined the Stormwind camp, the mission failed, deduct \u0026...%￥#*..."

"You have completed the side quest, the grace of the Eternal Dragon, which has permanently changed the history of Azeroth, and obtained the Advent \u0026...%￥#@..."

With remorse and unwillingness, Bell was banished back to his hometown. He changed something, but he didn't change anything.

Ota stared at the Stormwind City that was about to be defeated under the attack of the orcs. Bell's holy light saved those dying people and won the chance for the people of Stormwind City to escape this deadly cage.

He really saved many people and changed the fate of many people, but there are still some things that he cannot change.

In this huge world, there are always countless invisible big hands controlling the direction of fate. Your resistance, your rise up, or your vain attempt to change everything are the results of their hands.

You may be able to change the fate of a family, and change a few people who should have died, but it is difficult for you to control the ultimate direction of all living beings and this long river of fate.

However, you have to do something to be worthy of your own heart.

Ota silently pulled out the Valagar standing sword behind him, Odin's Wrath, Hela's Wrath, Ota's unquenchable anger burned on the pair of berserk Titan artifacts.

With a roar, he fell towards the group of green-skinned orcs who were massacring like meteors, and swung a pair of giant swords like a whirlwind, slaughtering everything!

He knows that it is not a wise choice to intervene in everything in Azeroth at this time, he may be wiped out by the bronze dragon army, but...

When he comes, something has to be done.

Even if you can't change the fate of the world, then try to change the fate of those tiny lives.

Heaven is on the left, warriors... to the right!

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Nebula M78

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Chapter 76. The Return of the Hero

"Today is the 61st day since Mr. Beier left..."

After a busy day, the goddess Hestia, who came back from the shop where she worked, lay tired on the hard and cold bed. After thinking about it, she picked up a charcoal pencil and drew the twelve orthographic characters on the wall. horizontal.

"When will Mr. Bell come back!"

Hestia buried her face in the pillow, pounding on the bed in a self-defeating manner, her calf staring like she was pedaling a bicycle.

Although to God O, there is no difference in essence whether it is sixty days, sixty years, or sixty seconds. But Hestia only felt boundless loneliness and silence.

That was her only and favorite child. It had been a long time since he signed a contract with him and he has been going out and never coming back.

If it wasn't for knowing that Bell was still alive and well, Hestia might have decided that this Nether game would be meaningless.

Although most of the gods in this world are guys like Loki who do everything for fun, there are also 'heterogeneous' like Hestia.

She loves her child very much. For her, the greatest joy in the lower world may be watching the child she loves grow up step by step. Let's grow up.

"Bell, idiot, idiot, idiot..."

Hestia's whimpers melted into the cold air.

Living alone in this empty place for so long, I feel more and more uncomfortable.

So becoming a mortal is not necessarily a good thing. The gods will feel happy and excited, but they will also feel lonely and uncomfortable.

Perhaps this is also a novel and interesting experience for Shen o. Anyway, Hestia must not like it.

grunt~~

Just as Hestia was feeling sorry for himself, the door of the room, the simple quadrangular door, was suddenly opened.

Hestia raised her head abruptly, only to see that the child she was familiar with walked in from behind the door!

No, there's still a little... some... a lot of difference.

"Bell!"

The one standing in front of him was indeed Bell, undoubtedly his only but beloved child. The appearance of his soul has not changed, even if the appearance has changed, it is still him.

A great sense of security filled Hestia's chest. She looked up at Bell, almost crying, but when she saw Bell's face and appearance, she was speechless.

A face with drooping eyebrows full of apologies to Hestia. Bell was also a little speechless. He first took off the blood-stained armor, and gently hugged Hestia.

"I'm back, Lord Hestia."

"Okay, it's good to be back..."

Hestia patted Bell's back lightly, like a loving mother comforting a child. To be honest, the roles between them are somewhat reversed. Now it should be Hestia who complains about Bell.

But she felt the deep gloom and sadness in her child's heart. She didn't know what happened to Bell, but she would play her role well.

"Go take a shower, wash your wounds, and your armor, it looks dirty..."

"Master Hestia, I want to go out." Bell suddenly said firmly

"I'll go with you too!" Hestia jumped up immediately!

...

The original Happy Street, now the City of Ultimate Bliss, its scale can be said to have expanded several times.

Based on the original Joy Street, after obtaining the right to expand the corresponding urban area, Mu Feng bought the real estate and property rights in the surrounding area at a very high price, and then directly expanded the scale of Joy Street to Ola Beautiful edges.

The current City of Ultimate Bliss, worthy of the name, can be said to be a 'capital city'

The Kingdee playground based on Babylon covers an area of ​​100,000 square meters, comparable to the size of a large school. From the game entertainment area on the first floor, to the gambling area on the second floor, to the red light district on the third floor, there are countless unimaginable entertainment contents.

Since its completion, the Golden Butterfly Playground has become the largest gold-selling cave in Olali. Countless adventurers plunged into the Kingdee Playground as soon as they came out of the dungeon, donating their money.

In addition, on the several streets connected to this Kingdee playground, there are secondary entertainment facilities like Olympus cinemas, bars, dance halls, and food courts. It can be called a complete comprehensive entertainment. area.

But for Mu Feng, this city of entertainment like the ultimate suture monster has not achieved what he envisioned after all.

The City of Ultimate Bliss he envisioned will become a huge golden capital like the Golden Emperor's Gulan Tezolo. However, considering the time and construction period, and the consumption potential of Olali is not high enough, building such a The City of Ultimate Bliss is almost the same.

After all, there are only so many potential consumers in this city, so it is meaningless to build too many entertainment equipment, and it is meaningless to have a store without consumers. And at its root, the City of Ultimate Bliss is just a place where Mu Feng wins people's hearts...

"This is your prize, please cherish it."

Mu Feng smiled and handed the helmet in his hand to God Mihe in front of him. Of course, the god of medicine who owed a lot of money did not get the prize by spending money. He was just selected to give this mysterious gift after today's lottery. Just people.

Well, it was really drawn 'randomly'.

"Using this thing...can you really make money?"

Mihe looked at the helmet in his hand, and after hearing Mufeng explain its function, Mihe was also a little tempted.

But compared to working hard to make money to pay off the debts of the family, these funs are not so important.

"Of course, I have the credit guarantee of the City of Elysium. After the world you build is flooded with 'players', we will pay you a fee every time you run it."

Mu Feng crossed his hands and said with a smile

This can be regarded as a strategy to buy people's hearts and raise their value, and it's nothing. Doesn't it cost money to maintain the server?

"That's good, thank you! I'm really lucky."

Mihe happily took the helmet and left, not noticing that Mu Feng looked at his back as if he was looking at a big fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

No, it can't be said to be a fat sheep, this should be a win-win situation!

Just when Mu Feng began to mentally count how many gods were standing by his side, the door of the room was roughly pushed open.

"I didn't expect you to find me the second time you came back?"

Mu Feng knew who was coming without even raising his head. He crumpled up the paper on the table and threw it into the trash can. Looking at Bell and Hestia in the bloody armor in front of him, he raised his eyebrows and said

"Wearing such dirty equipment to find someone is not recommended, Mr. Bell."

"...Mr. Xin, you are the one who sent me to Azeroth." Bell was silent for a moment, considered his words, raised his head and said

"Then, is there a way for you to let me go back again?"

"Yes, but not now." Mu Feng replied concisely

"Why?" Bell stepped forward anxiously, Ryan's death made him painful and remorseful, but there were other important things waiting for him.

"No reason, if you want to go back to Azeroth, a few will have to wait for a few months." Mu Feng shrugged.

"This involves a lot of complicated issues related to adventures in other worlds. In short, you are a smuggled black household. You do not exist in the fate of Azeroth. Didn't you already know this?"

Bell clenched his fist slightly, of course you know. The mother of the Holy Light, Zela, who was obsessed with prophecy like a lunatic, harassed him more than once, and kept instilling words like brainwashing in his ears.

It doesn't mean that he is a chosen person of the Holy Light, or that he is not a member of the trajectory of destiny...

"Entering Azeroth rashly again, you will be surrounded and beaten by the time guardians. With your ability, even with the Silver Hand, it is impossible to defeat the Bronze Dragon Army."

"What are you talking about?"

Feeling excluded from this conversation, Hestia interjected, Mu Feng looked at the little goddess with a smile, and pointed at Beldao

"Your Majesty Hestia, let the hero tell the story of the hero's attack."

"...I'm not some kind of hero."

"You have resisted fate." Mu Feng said lightly