It's here! It's here! It's really here!
When Archbishop Fao said that, Duque's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
He had had enough of the ferocious people in the tribe. Any one of them would make him have no choice but to let Lothar go.
Think about this terrible dialogue:
I have General Pan, oh … it's' Roar 'Hellscream … I let Lothar go!
I have the Sword Sage Samuro … I still let Lothar go!
I have the Hammer of Destruction … I can only let Lothar go!
What the hell is that!?
It's embarrassing just thinking about it. Do you think there's no one in the Grand Alliance?
Duque really wanted to find a chance to make use of the flexibility of the mages to bully the tribal chiefs. However, Duque was clear that the demigod Warlock Gul 'dan in the tribe had definitely awakened. Not only Gul 'dan, but the remaining Warlocks were all strong enemies.
Under the confrontation between the two armies, Duque had almost no chance to get past the Warlocks and directly beat up the chiefs.
But it was completely different now.
The glorious name of Alonsos Fao was not remembered by the majority of players before Duque's transmigration because of his holiness, but because he was the mentor of the first five Paladins.
Among the five Gold Saints, oh, no, among the five Paladins, four of them were monsters that were so fierce that they did not seem human. In history, except for a guy who was shoved in by Lothar to make up the numbers, the four of them had left their names in history.
It was a little exciting to be able to witness the birth of the first Paladins!
Duque, Laing, and Andoine all pricked up their ears.
"Do you remember the conversation we had after you came to the Rotterdam?" Fao paced in front of them.
"I remember. It was about the destruction of the Northshire Abbey. "
At this point, Fao's gaze dimmed. "I have to admit, I was very depressed. If I could find a way for the monks to survive this sudden outbreak of war, I would not have been able to do so. Perhaps the Bearers of Holy Light would not have suffered such a heavy loss. "
Noxus nodded and sighed, "Indeed, the Path of Holy Light of the priests does not allow them to wear any equipment above leather armor. Thin cloth clothes do not give them enough protection at all. In the face of the Orcs' great strength, we are still weak even with our full armor, let alone the Priests who have almost no armor at all. "
Faol smiled, a genuinely happy smile. "When I was thinking hard about these problems, an idea suddenly appeared in my mind, as if the Holy Light had enlightened me."
"Have you found a way?" Lothar asked.
"That's right!" Faol clapped his hands and said, "I will establish a new branch of the church — the Holy Knights. Not only did they have devout faith, but they also practiced a lot of battle techniques. Not only did they receive combat training, but they also received training in prayer and healing. These brave warriors will have both military and spiritual abilities, especially the ability to use the power of the Holy Light to bless themselves and others. "
"Can you really do it?" Noxus was full of doubts. He didn't think that a priest who could only heal soldiers could charge to the front line to kill the enemy.
Duque almost wanted to remind Lothar that it was the two he saw in the palace that day.
But Duque held back.
Faol smiled and made a gesture of blessing. Lothar and the other two saw a wave of holy power suddenly converge from Faol's body, whose whole body was glowing. It gathered above Faol's head and formed a holy seal shining with red light.
That holy seal was obviously full of power and strange power, but the three of them felt a sense of peace and tranquility at the same time. An indescribable sense of happiness reverberated in their bodies.
"Is this the power of the Holy Knights?" Laing muttered to himself.
"Yes!" Faol smiled.
Duque impatiently asked, "Have you found suitable candidates?"
"Actually, I have found four. You can meet them tomorrow morning. But if you have more suitable candidates, you can also provide them to me. I want to personally enlighten them with the holy power in their bodies in the Holy City of Stratholme within a week. "
At this moment, Duque was excited!
This wasn't some fake Great Master randomly blessing a female benefactor's body.
This was the enlightenment of the one and only Holy Light Grand Teacher in the World of Azeroth!
Perhaps the four legendary guys were already very powerful before they became Holy Knights, but before they were enlightened, there was a limit to how powerful they could be. After enlightenment, their strength would simply break through the sky.
Thinking back to 'history', Wuther dared to charge against thousands of orcs with just twelve Holy Knights. Just the thought of that scene made his blood boil.
Easily seeing the eagerness on Duque's face, Laing also smiled. "Duque, are you very optimistic about Father Faol's plan?"
"Yes! Absolutely right! That's great! " Duque was not stingy with his praise. "I think this is definitely an epoch-making new force. Not only will I let my follower Reginald Windsor come to receive enlightenment, I strongly recommend that Duke Fordragon come as well. "
"Bolvar?" Laing was a little puzzled.
"Your Majesty, don't you think it's very suitable? Duke Fordragon has an extremely devout faith, a fair heart, and superb combat skills. "Of course, in Duque's heart, Bolvar was much worse than Andoine at this moment. He would still be sending himself to death if he met the chief of a large clan.
After hearing Duque's words, both Laing and Andoine felt that it was a good idea.
Andoine asked, "Who will watch over the Southshore army if Bolvar comes over too?"
Laing smiled. "Of course it's me, the General of the Alliance." After saying that, Laing gently punched Lothar's chest. The unparalleled trust between a king and a subject was completely revealed.
"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty."
Laing waved his hand. "Just get rid of the orcs as soon as possible and take back our Stormwind City."
On the morning of the 13th of October, the whole city was in an uproar over the establishment of the Alliance.
Lothar and Duque arrived at the main courtyard of the Rotterdam Cathedral. They had already had breakfast, and were waiting for the arrival of Archbishop Faol. At the appointed time, the archbishop appeared and walked over calmly.
"Thank you very much for accommodating an old man like me despite your busy schedule." He turned around and waved his hand, and four men appeared from the end of a nearby corridor. They walked towards Faol in high spirits.
Duque's eyes lit up all of a sudden.
Four burly men, each of them wearing shiny armor. Every part of the armor, the shield in their hands, and the top of their helmets had the emblem of the Church of Light.
All of them were carrying a sword, and from the way they walked, Duque could tell that they were at least skilled swordsmen.
The only problem was that the armor and weapons were brand new. Not to mention the marks of intense battle or repair, there wasn't even a stain on them.
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