"Object, if we die...it will prove that you are right, you will be the last leader of the Order of the Silver Dawn, but if we come back alive with the sacred object..."

"Then I'll quit!"

Abidis turned around, and there was a sad smile on the old general's face. He looked like a dying man who had exhausted all his strength. He said softly:

"If you bring it back, then you are heroes, which proves that your judgment is correct and I am wrong... I will withdraw from the Knights Council of the Order of the Silver Dawn and be replaced by my daughter Bridget.

The position of general...I am tired, Fording, Mograine, I am too tired..."

"10 days! Don't torture me anymore. After 10 days, give me a real relief for this coward who should have died in Whispering Harbor..."

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On the other side, in the dark temple suspended above the high-altitude clouds, the great lord sat on his throne, looking at the stretched-out guardian below, Elonaya, another lieutenant of the former God of Justice Tyr.

His friend, Azadas the Shaper of the Earth.

The guardian who lost his body washed his mind in the pure Titan energy, and his new body was made by the restarted Nalaksha engine, with parameters adjusted by Rai himself. This new body was not like

It was originally so bloated and bulky, but instead it was full of slenderness and flexibility, more like a miniature Vrykul warrior.

"So, Lord Azadas, do you have any suggestions for the trial of the Silver Hand left by Lord Tyr?"

The high lord asked in a low voice, and Azadas responded with the deep voice inherent in rock life:

"I don't think mortals are qualified to hold Lord Tyr's sacred weapons... But since it is the request of the Great Guardian Rai, then I am willing to give this upcoming mortal a chance... I will be cleared out again

A test of will is set up in the ruins of Uldaman, allowing the tester to follow the path of the guardian thousands of years ago. If they fail, it will prove that they are not qualified to wave the Silver Hand!"

"Well, it sounds good."

Tyrion rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes, and said to the guardian in front of him:

"Then, I leave all this to you, and my suggestion to you is that one trial is far from testing the character of the trialist. It is better to set up more trials to test their strength, their will, and their

Do you have the great idea of ​​protecting all living beings like Lord Tyr..."
Chapter completed!