If he didn't guess wrongly, there might still be some dishes to order now.
No, that should not include Uther and Tirion Fordin. When the Orc slaves wreaked havoc in Rotterdam a few days ago, they had already started killing. However, at that time, they were using hammers, and now they were using swords to pretend to be gentle.
Come to think of it, they were meeting the commander-in-chief of the coalition army now, not going into battle to kill the enemy. Why would they use the King's Hammer? Oh, why would they use the King's Hammer?
Anyway, in order to give the commander-in-chief a good first impression, they naturally had to look good.
Few people would bring their own background music when they appeared, and Uther was clearly one of them. He was handsome and elegant, coupled with his burly figure and sunny appearance, as well as the faint glow of Holy Light wrapped around his body.
If one took a closer look, they would feel as if they were listening to the organ playing hymns in a church, and the faint but melodious singing of the holy children echoing in their ears, giving them a feeling that even their souls had been sublimated.
"Please allow me to introduce Uther, Saidan Dathohan, Tirion Fordin, and Turayan." Faol pointed at them and smiled like a proud father who was promoting his sons to the parents of the women at a blind date.
"They will be very important members of the Silver Hand Knights that I am about to form."
Faol paused for a moment, and then introduced Lothar and Duque to the four paladin-in-waiting.
"This is Sir Anduin Lothar, the general of Stormwind City and the commander-in-chief of the alliance. And this young mage is his colleague, Duke Duke Marcus, the great hero who killed the Demon King Sargeras and burned hundreds of thousands of Orcs. "
Faol smiled. "Now, it's time for you young people. The six of you have a good chat alone."
The archbishop nodded to everyone and left the courtyard.
Duque had never thought that he would one day be worshipped and sought after by those famous and powerful people of later generations.
However, thinking about it, Duque had long been famous.
In fact, Laing had also intentionally or unintentionally promoted Duque's reputation through MI7. Compared to Lothar's series of inconspicuous achievements, Duque's deeds as a young hero were more legendary. The more desperate the situation was, the more people hoped to see a hero, a role model, a leader who could lead them forward.
Duque did not disappoint.
Therefore, Duque's reputation also rose.
"You couldn't kill Sargeras back then?"
"I'm sorry, but nobody knows how to destroy the Fallen Titan's soul."
"Just how powerful are demons?"
"When I have time, I can teleport you to Karazhan. It's attacked by demons once a week on average."
Lothar and Duque were surrounded by the candidates.
Turalyan, the shortest of the group, seemed to shrink back. Others, like Uther and Tirion, were relaxed and at ease.
Compared to Duque, who was familiar with the future, Noxus was still doubtful. He didn't know what this new class would bring to the Alliance's army.
When Lothar was thinking about how to give them hope without dampening their enthusiasm, as well as how to make arrangements for them, Uther broke the silence.
"Dear commander, the archbishop has told us the direction to go. We are also very clear that we are about to face an extremely cruel battle. We will listen to all your orders, and we will fight for the people and die for the people. You can order us whenever you feel it is necessary. "
Uther was a tall man with a chiseled face, and his expression was always full of determination. There was a faint golden glow in his sea-blue eyes. It was a gaze that was almost holy. From his words and body language, Duque and Andoine could feel Uther's devotion to the Holy Light.
He was more fanatical and determined, but lacked the passion and delicacy of Archbishop Faol.
Saidan Dathrohan, who was the tallest and was labeled as 2.03 meters by Duke's system, had an even thicker warrior's aura. He waved his fists forcefully. "We don't ask how many enemies there are, we only ask where they are. We will completely defeat those Orcs and drive these dirty and cruel fellows back to their planet. "
Tirion Fordring was equally firm in his faith, but he was not as fanatical as Uther. He chatted with everyone amiably.
The last one was Turalyon. The short paladin candidate did not actively participate in the discussion of faith. Instead, he talked about the war and the state of affairs. For example, he said, "If the Horde doesn't have superior shipbuilding skills that can shorten the time of building a ship to a few months, then it's very likely that the orcs will crush our defense line with their sheer numbers."
The pleasant conversation made time pass quickly. It was almost noon, and Lothar, the commander of the Alliance, had to attend a luncheon. After the four paladin candidates bid farewell, Lothar chatted with Duque as they walked.
"What do you think of them?"
"Uther, Saidan, and Tirion are all sharp knives against the Horde. Turayan is more rational, and his faith may not be strong enough. But he is definitely a talented commander. "
"I'm not targeting their personalities …" Lothar frowned and sighed. "It's not that I doubt my old friend Alonsos, but I really doubt how useful they are."
"Why is that?" Duque raised his eyebrows.
Lothar seemed to be thinking about how to phrase his words, even though he did not think that Duque was the kind of person who would blabber. After a while, he said, "There is too little time. They seriously lack the time to prepare. Do you remember what you said? When Stormgard blocks the northern path of the Sador Bridge, then it is estimated that the tribe will arrive in the northern continent within a month or even less. "
"Yes. So what? Didn't you see their performance of killing the Orcs in the palace a while ago? "
"Perhaps they are very powerful warriors, but none of them have experienced war as so-called 'paladins'. Of course, I do not doubt their combat ability. But we are not short of warriors. This was what troubled me the most. I had to command a group of professionals who had never appeared in this world before, rookies who had never experienced the test of battle before. Faol wants them to play a role as the core. Core! This is the core! Do you want me to appoint a few rookies as the deputy commander of the Alliance? "
Duque smacked his lips. Oh, that is indeed the case in 'history'. I do not know why the kings would agree to appoint Turayan, who has no combat experience and is not a prince or a duke, as the deputy commander of the Alliance.
When they arrived at the luncheon, King Terenas's words made Ducre feel like he was on the outside and on the inside.
"Duke Marcus, the seven kings have unanimously elected you as the deputy commander of the Alliance."
"Pfft —"
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