Holy Light Cathedral of Lordaeron.
When the Orcs invaded the city, the cathedral was lucky enough to escape the flames of war.
When the Deathwing almost destroyed the palace, the Holy Light still protected the cathedral.
People often said that the glory of the Holy Light would allow the cathedral and the Church of Holy Light to avoid disaster.
This time, it seemed that the Church of Holy Light had used up all of its resources.
Outside the pure white cathedral, every member of the clergy was in a hurry, and their faces were filled with sorrow. Even the white outer tower of the cathedral seemed to be covered in a layer of shadow.
After a few major incidents, almost all the other countries of the Alliance wanted to see the people of Lordaeron suffer. Alonsos Faol was not one of them.
He was different from Terenas, who looked righteous on the surface, but was actually a hypocrite who kept scheming for the benefit of his country. Alonsos was a true and selfless Saint.
A long time ago in the Dalajan, a Lordaeron missionary threw a copper coin into the fountain and made a wish. "I hope that one day I can spread the Way of the Holy Light to the people and teach them the meaning of the three great virtues."
Before the Orcs invaded, Alonsos had been doing this. He preached throughout the entire Eastern Kingdom, spreading the Light of Hope to the seven human kingdoms. In every country, in every city, he built a Church of Holy Light, spreading the virtues, calling on people to take care of orphans who had lost their parents, calling on every sinner, and trying to pull everyone onto the path of good.
When the War of the Dark Portal started, he was the first to call on all the countries to accept the refugees from Stormwind. He was also the one who mobilized the entire Church of Holy Light to continue supporting the frontline during the fiercest times of the war. He was the one who comforted the people and gave them confidence and courage.
And after the war, he was also the first to stand up and call on the wealthy families and nobles who had surplus funds to donate to the restoration of the Stormwind Kingdom and the Stormgard Kingdom that had been destroyed in the war.
In order to fight against evil, he ran around and gave speeches.
In order to promote justice, he created the great profession of Paladin.
In order to revive the human race, he worked hard for the revival of the other countries without rest.
He was a truly noble person.
If Terenas shamed the people of Lordaeron, then Alonsos was the key to making the people of Lordaeron great again.
The kings of the Alliance could ignore Terenas, but Alonsos was a truly kind and noble old man, so the kings would always give him their utmost support.
But now, without any warning, Alonsos had collapsed.
At this time, almost all the kings who were still in Rotterdam gathered in the cathedral. The kings who had already left immediately returned. Even King Zeon of Gilnis, who had withdrawn from the alliance, sent his ministers to express his condolences.
Duke, Ryan, Andoine, and the rest felt heavy as they followed Uther, who had a solemn look on his face.
At this point, the Priest's [Cure Illness] was already very mature. Ordinary ailments and pains would not affect Bishop Alonsos's body. Duque secretly asked Uther if the Archbishop was cursed, but Uther shook his head.
Outside the Archbishop's bedroom, Duque saw King Solas who was a little depressed. Solas's eyes were red, and it was very likely that he had cried a little.
Not every fallen king had a spiritual leader like Andoine as a helper, and not every king had a decathlon like Duke who could support the whole country.
In the days when Stormgard was destroyed and Stormgard was destroyed, Archbishop Alonsos was the one who accompanied Solas the most. At the crucial time of the restoration of the country, the one who gave the people of Stormgard the most help other than Duque was Alonsos.
Alonsos suddenly collapsed. Even a man like Solas, who had been through a lot, felt an important pillar of support in his heart collapse.
Other than Bolvar Fordragon, who was still in charge of the country in Stormwind, and Reginald Windsor, who stayed in the Redridge Mountains to command Duque's private army, all the Paladins were already waiting outside the door.
Seeing Duque and the others coming, Solas's mouth was full of bitterness. "Lord Faol's time is limited. According to the Archbishop's wishes, Uther will lead you in one by one."
The first to enter was Laing. Five minutes later, Laing came out with a heavy heart.
To everyone's surprise, they thought that Anduin Lothar, who had the best relationship with Alonsos, would be the last to enter. Who knew that the Archbishop would arrange for Lothar to be the second to last?
As for the last person who was the most important, the Archbishop's order was surprisingly given to Duke.
Fifteen minutes later, Andoine came out with tears on his face.
Uther lowered his head. "Duque, Master wants to see you alone."
Everyone was extremely shocked.
As the eldest disciple of Faol, Uther was the most outstanding and the Archbishop was most proud of. His justice and bravery had long surpassed the boundaries of the country. Since the Archbishop was critically ill, Uther had been by his side. Basically, every time Faol met with the politicians of the various countries, there would be at least one disciple accompanying him. Generally, it would be Uther, Theon, and Saidan.
Now, it was a private meeting?
What did Alonsos want to say to Duque? Even a righteous Paladin like Uther could not attend?
Everyone's curiosity was in their throats.
Duque entered.
It was a very bright and very simple room. There was no strong smell of medicine as expected, but the room was filled with natural and peaceful faint golden light.
Alonsos sat upright on the bed. He did not look like a dying person at all.
Seeing Duque's shock, Alonsos laughed. "I don't look like a dying person, do I?"
Duque nodded. A person like Alonsos did not need to lie, even if it was a white lie.
"I used to think that as long as one's heart was pure, the amount of Holy Light a human body could contain was unlimited. Unfortunately, compared to my soul, my mortal body was the first to succumb, "Alonsos said with a bitter smile.
"This …"
"Let me put it this way. My body could not bear such a huge amount of Holy Light. My organs began to forget how they originally worked, and as a result, my body uncontrollably weakened. It's really sad, isn't it? An archbishop who was once determined to use Holy Light to save the world actually died under Holy Light. "The bitter smile on his face became even more intense.
"Your Excellency, you're asking too much. Humans are not like the Naaru, who are creatures made purely of Holy Light."
"Naaru? A pure Holy Light creature? "Alonsos suddenly became curious.
Duke suddenly realized that he had let the cat out of the bag. They could not even talk about counterattacking Draenor. The Alliance had not met the Draenei yet, so naturally, they would not know about the Naaru. He could only say that he had seen descriptions of such a race in the books of Karazhan, but had not personally witnessed it.
Alonsos saw through Duque's disguise, but he did not blame Duque.
Instead, he said, "Duque, are you willing to inherit my will?"
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