Looking at this kind and noble old man reaching out his skinny hand, Duque had mixed feelings. It wasn't that he didn't think of using the seven Eternal Slots that Alexstrasza had transferred to him. The results of the System's scan made him depressed.
"According to the scan, there is a 98.44% chance that the Archbishop had purged too much evil power, and the accumulated dark power had destroyed his body's acceptance of the power of the Holy Light. This caused the Archbishop to be unable to bear the excessive power of the Holy Light in his body, and he self-destructed. "
Duque sighed deeply, reached out his hand, and gently held Alonsos' hand.
The gentle Holy Light came, and it was like the comfort of the warm sun in winter.
There was no surging sense of power, and there was no high and mighty majesty. There was only the benevolent faith of an old man who had given his whole life.
In the golden Holy Light, Duque found himself in a trance.
His vision became blurry, and the scene in front of him seemed to have traveled through more than two thousand years, and arrived at the newly established Lordaeron.
Countless new human settlements were scattered all over the lush Tirisfal Glade.
After defeating the evil trolls, humans were taking root in this forest step by step. With the hope of civilization, they absorbed nutrients from this land, and multiplied.
Back then, King Menethil loved his people dearly because he believed that with his hard work, he would one day make his people strong enough to support the entire human race.
They faced countless beasts, and the remnants of the trolls who were unwilling to be destroyed, and fought with all their might …
More than two thousand years later, there was another green tide that swept the whole continent, but the enemies changed from trolls to orcs.
Humans, dwarves, high elves, and even dragons won with everyone's hard work.
However, the land was destroyed for the first time in 2,800 years.
Alonsos was very sad, because in the darkest era since the pioneering era, when the people needed hope the most, he could not hold on.
Even with the will that came from the Holy Light, Duque could feel Alonsos' sorrow.
The land was devastated, and the people were homeless.
A woman who had lost her husband carried a crying baby on her back, endured the pain brought about by the war, and did a man's job with tears in her eyes. She climbed up the roof to help the neighbor's aunty fix the hole in the roof, braved the cold wind to go up the mountain to chop firewood, picked up a sickle like a man, and charged at the starving orcs who rushed into the village …
Everything that Alonsos had seen with his own eyes had been transmitted over to Duke, and it was presented so vividly in front of his eyes.
For the king, the war was over.
For the people, the war was not over.
The old peace was short-lived.
A new war would come.
At this moment, Duque truly felt that he and the Azeroth people were breathing the same air of the future and shouldering the same huge sense of mission.
As a transmigrator, he had the gaze of a prophet that could make everyone in the world tremble.
But Duque had not done enough.
You can do better.
Protecting Azeroth, the last human habitat, was not an easy task.
Duque could not go back.
If that was the case, then he had to be prepared to work hard for decades, or even centuries, until the Titan of Creation came again and destroyed the Burning Legion to achieve the ultimate peace.
He shouldered the future of Azeroth, the inheritance of civilization, and the continuation of order.
His efforts to change World War II was only a small step in changing the future of Azeroth.
This was far from enough. The war between the Alliance and the Horde in the Eastern Kingdom, which only took up one-fifth of Azeroth's land area, and even the war that would spread to the entire world in the future, was nothing more than a joke in front of the Burning Legion's spaceships.
"There are still many things I can do. More black technology, more progress, more magical skills. Only then can humans, no, the entire Alliance stand at the edge of this mysterious universe."
Alonsos Faol did not have the ability to read minds. He did not know what Duke had seen, discovered, or comprehended after the Holy Light that had passed on his will was transmitted over.
But seeing the expression on the face of the most talented young man in the history of the Alliance, Alonsos knew that as the guide, he had opened the door to a vast world for Duque.
He no longer had the chance to see the magnificent scenery at the door, but he knew that the will of the Holy Light would be passed on, and the hope of humans would be reignited.
Alonsos smiled and patted Duque's shoulder, doing something that surprised Duque.
He, who was supposed to be extremely weak, suddenly got up from the bed.
He did not look like a dying man at all.
Only Duque was sad. He knew that Alonsos, a respectable senior, had released the last shackle, allowing the power of the Holy Light to impact every cell, every inch of muscle, and every organ in his body.
That was his last glory, and also the last will that the archbishop of the Holy Light wanted to pass on to the world.
The entire Cathedral of Holy Light abruptly responded to Alonsos' will. No, it was not just this cathedral. From the Tirisfal Woodland, from the Silverpine Forest, from the white domes of every cathedral on the continent, golden rays of light shot out.
Countless rays of golden light crossed the void and gathered there, forming a huge pillar of light that was more than 100 meters in diameter. It rose into the sky from the center of Rotterdam City.
Every room and prayer hall in the cathedral that Alonsos was in echoed with the prayers of the priests in unison. However, the bishops of various sizes who were dressed in gorgeous robes opened their eyes in shock, because for the first time, there was a response from the Holy Light in the spiritual world that was originally empty and silent.
The big bell in the Holy Palace suddenly rang when it sensed the intense Holy Light that was echoing in the air!
The priests rushed out of the prayer hall one after another. They saw the door of Archbishop Faol's ward open.
No one opened the door. Alonsos hovered in midair under the support of the power of the Holy Light, and floated out slowly. Duque followed behind him and arrived at the center of the main hall.
Alonsos stood in the void like a god who had descended to the world.
Every priest prostrated on the ground consciously.
Every Holy Knight knelt on one knee and placed his right hand on the breastplate on the left side of his chest.
Even the king of a country had to bow deeply to show his humility towards the power of the Holy Light.
Alonsos smiled and said, "Someone once asked me why I did not appoint the next archbishop of the Holy Light. At this last moment, I will answer this question. "
Several bishops who had once tried to fight for power immediately shivered, and subconsciously pressed their foreheads closer to the cold ground.
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