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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 illuminates everything, warm, but also fierce.

Ota, who threw the hand of silver in the distance, recorded all this silently. The boy who exuded his own holy light and thunder was like a hero in ancient mythology.

"Holy Light, shelter them!"

At the moment of hammering Talon Gorefiend, Bell raised his hand towards the sky without hesitation. The billowing green clouds that originally scattered the sky of Stormwind City were instantly replaced by holy light. All righteous life in Stormwind, killing all evil souls!

In front of the Crystal of True Knowledge at the other end, Freya, who was watching this scene, looked hungry and happy.

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, I don't know what filth is. total will. The boy made a wish to defeat a strong enemy and change his fate.

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

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

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

There is no doubt that Bell Cronney has a very strong talent for the Holy Light, otherwise he would not be favored by Zera. But no matter how talented you are, lack of time accumulation cannot turn talent into power.

But the power of the Holy Light that he is now erupting, even if it is against Arthas, Uther at his peak may feel ashamed when he comes, and it can be said to be a very strong power on the side of the Holy Light.

Of course, a large part of this is the problem of the hand of silver, but Bell's skill "Heroic Wish", coupled with the unique idealism power of the Holy Light, allows him to instantly obtain the majestic power of the Holy Light.

Not only did he beat to death a death knight that was theoretically equivalent to LV6 or even more troublesome, he also pulled a group's big 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' on thinking, Mu Feng decisively gave up this passionate and idealistic power.

But... Bell Cronney's journey should come to an end.

After all, his holy light just killed everything he saw, and he still didn't see it, the dagger from the shadows.

When he retracted his palm and looked forward, he stepped forward, and the severely injured Ryan was half-kneeling and gasping, looking at the boy, grinning widely

"You have lived up to Lothar's expectations!"

Bell smiled in relief and stretched out his hand. He finally didn't let this **** 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 into Ryan's heart without mercy.

"Do not!!!"

Bell's eyes widened and roared, the holy light in his hand shot out almost instantly, smashing **** Garona's body.

However, Garona easily unfolded the shadow cloak and avoided the holy hammer with a gorgeous gesture. The legendary orc assassin glanced at the fallen Ryan with pity, and said in a very cold voice.

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

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

His hourglass had indeed run out, it was just the moment of his prophecy...

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

"Completed the main mission - ending the first orc war, you have joined the Stormwind City camp, the mission failed, deduct &...%￥#*..."

"You have completed the side quest, the grace of the eternal dragon, which has permanently changed the history of Azeroth, and obtained the arrival &...%￥#@..."

With regret and unwillingness, Bell was exiled back to his hometown. He changed something, but nothing changed.

Orta stared at Stormwind City, which was about to collapse under the attack of the orcs. Bell's Holy Light saved those who were dying, and gave the people of Stormwind a chance to escape this deadly cage.

He really saved a lot of people and changed the fate of many people, but there are still some things that he can't change.

In this huge world, there are always countless invisible hands that control the direction of fate. Your resistance, your rise, and maybe your vain attempt to change everything is the result of the deployment 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 final direction of this long river of destiny.

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

Ota silently pulled out the Valagaal standing sword behind him, Odin's wrath, Hela's rage, Ota's inextinguishable anger burned on this pair of violent Titan artifacts.

He roared and fell like a falling meteor towards the group of green-skinned orcs who were massacred, wielding a pair of giant swords like a whirlwind, slaughtering everything!

He knows that it is not a wise choice to intervene in Azeroth at this time. He may be wiped out by the Bronze Dragonflight, but...

When he comes, something must be done.

Even if you can't change the fate of the world, try to change the fate of those insignificant beings.

Heaven is on the left, warrior...on the right!

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M78 Nebula

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Chapter 76. The Return of the Hero

"Today is the 61st day after Lord Bell left..."

After a busy day, Goddess Hestia, who came back from the part-time job shop, lay tiredly on the hard and cold bed. After thinking for a while, she picked up a charcoal pen and drew on the twelve orthographic characters on the wall. horizontal.

"When will Belle-kun come back!"

Hestia buried her face in the pillow and thumped the top of the bed in a self-sacrificing manner, her calf staring like she was pedaling a bicycle.

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

It was her only and favorite child, and she never came back after she signed a contract with herself.

If it wasn't for knowing that Bell was 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 'abnormalities' like Hestia.

She loves her children deeply. For her, the greatest joy in the lower world may be to watch the children she cares about grow step by step. Let's grow up.

"Bell, fool, fool, fool..."

Hestia's whimper melted into the cold air.

Living alone in this empty place for so long makes me feel worse and worse.

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

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

Gollum~~

Just as Hestia was complaining about herself, the door of the room, the shabby and shabby door, suddenly sounded the sound of being opened.

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

No, there is still a little...some...many different.

"Bell!"

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

A huge sense of relief filled Hestia's chest. She raised her eyes to look at Bell, and almost burst into tears, but when she saw Bell's face and appearance, she was speechless.

A face full of apologies to Hestia with drooping eyebrows. Bell was also at a loss for words. He first took off his blood-stained armor and gently hugged Hestia.

"I'm back, Lord Hestia."

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

Hestia patted Bell's back gently, like a loving mother comforting her child. To be honest, the roles between them are a bit reversed, and it should have been Hestia complaining about Bell now.

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..."

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

"I'm going with me too!" Hestia jumped straight up!

...

The original Happy Street, now the City of Bliss, can be said to have expanded several times in size.

Built on the basis of the original Happy Street, after obtaining the right to expand the corresponding urban area, Mu Feng purchased the real estate and housing rights in the surrounding area at a very high price premium, and then directly expanded the scale of Happy Street to Euler. Beautiful edge.

The current city of bliss is truly a 'capital city'

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

Since its completion, the Kingdee Amusement Park has become the biggest gold-selling cave in Oralee. Countless adventurers plunged into the Kingdee Amusement Park as soon as they came out of the dungeon and donated their money.

In addition, on the several streets connecting this Kingdee amusement park, there are secondary entertainment facilities like Olympus Cinema, bars, dance halls, and food streets. It can be said to be a complete comprehensive entertainment. area.

However, to Mu Feng, this ultimate stitch-like entertainment city still did not achieve what he envisioned.

The city of bliss he envisioned was going to become a golden city as huge as Gulan Tezzolo of the Golden Emperor. However, considering the time and construction period, and the consumption potential of Orari was not high enough, establishing such a city The city of bliss is almost there.

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

"This is your prize, please use it cherishly."

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

Well, it's really a 'random' draw.

"Can you really make money with this thing?"

Mi He looked at the helmet in his hand, and after listening to Mu Feng explain its function, Mi He was also a little tempted.

However, compared to working hard to make money to pay off the family's debts, these entertainments are not so important.

"Of course, with the credibility of my blissful city. After the influx of 'players' in the world you build, we will pay you a fee every time you run it"

Mu Feng crossed his hands and said with a smile

This is also a tactic to buy people's people and drive up their value, and it's nothing. Does it cost money to maintain a server?

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

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

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

Just when Mu Feng started to count how many gods were on his side, the door of the room was pushed open roughly.

"I didn't expect that the second person you were looking for when you just came back was me?"

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

"It's not worth recommending looking for someone in such dirty gear, Belle-kun."

"...Mr. Xin, you sent me to Azeroth, right?" Bell was silent for a moment, considered his words, raised his head and said

"Then, can you make me go back again?"

"Yes, but not now." Mu Feng answered succinctly.

"Why?" Bell stepped forward anxiously. Ryan's death made him painful and regretful, 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 a few months." Mu Feng shrugged.

"This involves many complex issues related to adventures in other worlds. In short, you are a smuggler, and you are not in the fate of Azeroth. Didn't you already know this?"

Bell clenched his fists slightly, of course you know. The Mother of Light, Zera, who is so obsessed with prophecy like a madman, has harassed him more than once, constantly instilling words like brainwashing in his ears.

Not that he is the chosen of the Light, or that he is not part of the trajectory of fate...

"If you rush into Azeroth again, you will be besieged by the guardians of time. With your ability, even if you have the hand of silver, it is impossible to defeat the bronze dragon army."

"What are you talking about?"

Feeling excluded from this conversation, Hestia interjected, Mu Fengxiao looked at the little goddess and pointed to Bell Road.

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

"...I'm not a hero."

"You have resisted fate." Mu Feng said lightly