19. Salute to you. His Majesty the Emperor (Part 1)
In the city square of Baita City Port, under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, old Pope Alonsos Fao, wearing a large white robe and a heavy papal crown, stood under the gaze of several priests.
Surrounded by people, I walked to the ceremony stage.
Fa'ao looks very healthy today. His dry cheeks seem to have plumped up, his eyes have become brighter, and his weak hands can hold the heavy cane steadily, and his waist is straight.
Quite frankly, for those pastors who are familiar with the Pope, today’s His Majesty seems to be 20 years younger all of a sudden.
The Pope was walking in the square, smiling and waving to the sincere believers. Some excited believers even shed tears of excitement because of the Pope's personal visit. They chanted Faot's name and sang
At first, only the believers were singing the scriptures with the Holy Light, and then the singing was like a storm, quickly sweeping across the entire square.
The sacred song was like a bond, connecting everyone's hearts together, and finally soaring into the sky. The Pope, standing in front of the ceremony, also put his left hand on his chest and joined in the song, beating the holy light.
The power wrapped around his body, and the warm power expanded outward like a waterfall and a halo, eventually covering the entire square.
In the Holy Light spell released by the Pope, everyone felt the warmth that went straight into their hearts, just like the Holy Light whispering in their ears, constantly washing the hearts of believers. At the moment when the sonorous song was about to end, the teachings
Zong breathed a sigh of relief, and placed his left hand on the opened page of the sacred book in front of the ceremony stage. A golden halo suddenly exploded, forming a triangle in the sky above the square, dotted with endless runes and light.
The emblem is like a real miracle.
This scene made the believers couldn't help but cheer again, and the whole square seemed to have turned into a sea of joy.
And those unabashed joys also brought a smile to the corner of the Pope's mouth. He liked such scenes. Staying with the fellow travelers of the Holy Light always made him feel like he had returned to the warmest home.
However, this is already the last holy light under Faao's crown...
This old man has very little life left. For today's ceremony, he received treatment from the Wither Druids, using the powerful vitality of the Seed of Life to infuse his old body, allowing him to act like a man in his prime.
Completely fulfill his final mission, but this pure vitality can only help the Pope complete this final journey, but cannot truly save him.
Just like a broken bucket, no matter how much water is added to it, it is impossible to fill the gap in the bucket in this way. The water will eventually completely escape, and when the water dries up, it represents the death of the old pope.
time.
His will will enter the holy light, and his soul will return to a peaceful distant land.
This is a destiny that has been determined and cannot be changed.
"bite"
The Pope's fingers flicked in the air, and the sound like a bell echoed over the city square, which meant that the coronation ceremony was about to begin. Amid the reverberation of the sound, the white-haired knight Uther held the Holy Allah.
Carrying the flag of the Suo Empire, he rode on a pure white horse and slowly entered the city square. Behind him were knights carrying the flags of the six human nations.
The moment Uther stepped onto the city square, the low sound of horns sounded instantly. Compared with the gentle chants, this kind of sound belonging to the battlefield was even more shocking.
The martial spirit of the Arathor Empire is the real pillar that supports human civilization to the present. It is the tenacity engraved in the bones of every human being and the courage flowing in the blood. It follows the warriors of the empire in the flames of war in the northern Xinjiang land.
In the vast yellow sands of Silithus and among the cold mountains and rivers of Northrend, the imprint of human civilization has been left.
Countless warriors and commanders used their lives and blood to regain respect for human civilization. After they experienced a hellish defeat, they were not defeated, but continued to fight for their country and people, and even this world.
Fighting for the world, even the most arrogant elves are proud of the victory they won by fighting side by side with humans. Even the most terrifying ancient gods were defeated by the horns of the iron horses of human soldiers.
This is not just a story about rising from the ashes, it is a story about a civilization that remains standing.
This is the best story in the world.
Although the Kingdom of Alterac has been expelled from the Empire due to some events in the past, and no envoys were sent from other kingdoms today, so the knights walking in the square holding those flags seemed a little embarrassed, but even so, looking at those
The majestic knights lined up on both sides of the white jade stone steps and red carpet amid the sound of horns. With the flags waving, surrounded by Chaldean bishops and officials from the Kingdom of Stormwind, Varian Uri stepped onto the ceremonial stage.
The moment En appeared, the people who came to watch the ceremony still let out waves of cheers like a sea wave.
The mages of Dalaran used magic to shape thousands of bright petals, while the knights standing on high places floated blue ribbons in the air. The prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind and the commander of the Order of the Silver Dawn were full of heroic spirit.
Anduin Wrynn, holding his father's sword, walked in front of Varian and Valeera. As his father's guide, this prince's handsome face and steely temperament cultivated through the war,
This caused a crowd of young girls to scream, and made Sarantia, who was standing at the viewing platform, look gloomy.
This elf girl knew that Anduin should not be allowed to appear today. Now, in addition to the little bitches in the Order Kingdom who tried to seduce Anduin, she had countless more people who were eager to bring him to the stage.
Her love rival, Anduin, was eaten in one bite.
And after Varian Wrynn and his wife Valeera walked in Anduin, the king's appearance was not handsome, and the scars on his face would make many timid people feel intimidated, but he
The indomitable iron-blooded temperament in his body can make passionate young men cheer for him. He strolls forward like a lion king patrolling his territory. His majestic aura is enough to make people admire him.
The king's wife Valeera is a perfect elf. She has all the advantages of a high elf. The white dress worn on her makes her look like the most beautiful flower blooming in the square today, and it also makes her
She became the perfect dream lover in the hearts of the people of the empire. She held her husband's arm and felt joy for her husband's upcoming moment of glory. She accompanied Varian all the way. She knew that Varian deserved it.
of everything.
Behind the king, the important ministers of the Kingdom of Stormwind lined up on both sides of the road with their chests held high and their stomachs drawn back. Old Marshal Windsor, who was sitting in a wheelchair, watched his majesty move forward. He couldn't help but admire the army around him.
Marshal Halford Wyrmbane said:
"I never thought I could see this scene with my own eyes. I have long said that Varian is the most perfect successor to Emperor Lothar. Now, he is finally here."
"yes."
The field marshal in military uniform also nodded, and the paladin whispered:
"Although this ceremony and this glory came several years late...but it's not too late."
"Don't talk, stay quiet!"
Standing next to the two of them was the Minister of Industry, the dwarf Gelbin Mekkatorque, sitting on his chocobo. Only in this way could he ensure that he could look at eye level with others and not be ignored. He wore a high black hat.
The dwarf was also very excited. He and Varian were very good friends, but at this time, he forced himself to calm down and pretended to say to the two marshals beside him:
"We represent Varian's majesty and cannot embarrass him... Oh, look at that crown, it was made by the Tol'vir! It's so gorgeous!"
A dwarf is a dwarf. He could only maintain his attention for a few minutes before his eyes were attracted by something else.
But Mekkatorque was right. The moment Varian walked to the ceremonial stage, Dejek the Pure personally presented the emperor with his crown and scepter. As the dwarf said, this emperor's crown,
It was specially made by the Tol'vir people for the coronation ceremony of the imperial emperor. It was assembled from the best gem craftsmen of the cat people and polished with the best gems in the Uldum Desert.
It was placed on the tray, and under the sunlight, it was like a mountain of gems shining with endless light. The gorgeous luster embellished the crown with seven-colored light and shadow, making it look so luxurious, and it also made it look so luxurious.
Some women on the viewing platform let out bursts of jealous screams.
"You're finally here, Varian."
His Majesty Fao stood on the three steps. He looked at Varian in front of him. He smiled gently and said:
"If Lothar sees this scene, he will definitely be proud of you."
As he spoke, the Pope stretched out his hand to pick up the holy water next to him and perform the coronation ceremony for the king. However, at this moment, at this moment when everyone was watching, a guardian knight quickly walked to the front of the ceremony stage.
Next to the great knight Uther, he said something to the great knight, but the great knight's expression changed drastically. He even ignored the etiquette and jumped off the horse. Under the surprised gaze of everyone in the auditorium and the square, he walked over
The Pope and Varian were beside him and said something to the two of them.
What's going on?
Why did the ceremony stop?
What happened?
These conjectures appeared in everyone's mind. At this moment, the whole square was so quiet that it was scary...
Holy Light, the human empire is already suffering enough disasters. Don't bring new disasters.
"Everyone!"
The Pope felt the doubts filling the square. He nodded to Uther. The knight turned and left. Then the Pope turned around. He raised his hands, letting the light of the Holy Light shine through again, and in the light
, the pope’s voice of joy spread throughout this square and even this city.
"Cheers, everyone!"
"The belated kings have finally arrived. They will personally send blessings to His Majesty the Emperor for his coronation... The empire will usher in true unification today..."
"Keep cheering!"
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"Buzz"
In the cathedral behind the ceremonial stage, portals from all directions opened at almost the same moment, and the faint blue halo shone in the church, like streaks of endlessly flowing lights.
The first one to step out was King Garin Trobane of the Kingdom of Stromgard, and behind him was the silver priest Ms. Partrice.
Then came King Liam Greymane of the Kingdom of Gilneas, and several military nobles who followed him, wearing long swords and guarding the king.
His Majesty Alsace, who had put on a set of ceremonial robes, also walked out of the portal. He was holding his son in his arms. Behind him were a group of disgraced nobles. They were also wearing brand-new robes, very glamorous, but
But there was no look of joy on their faces.
The last person to walk out of the portal was not the King of Kul Tiras, Drake Proudmoore, but Ms. Jaina, who was wearing a hood and holding a staff. Her expression was silent, and she was surrounded by
There was a feeling of loss, but when she saw her husband and son, Ms. Gianna's blue eyes showed a little warmth. She walked to her husband, took her son, and held him tightly.
Hold it in your arms.
"What's going on?"
Galin looked at the people around him. The dark-skinned king said in a playful voice as if he were telling a joke:
"Either you don't come, or you come together. So, we actually agreed in advance to give Varian a surprise, right?"
"I'm not in the mood for joking right now, Garin."
Arthas glanced at Garin Trollbane, who was comforting his wife, and said:
"I have been on Varian's side from the beginning. Unlike you, a political speculator, but you still admitted your failure. Forget it, it's boring to say this now. Let's go. Let's
Go to see His Majesty the Emperor."
"etc!"
King Liam looked at Jaina who came alone with some doubts, and asked:
"Drake, aren't you here?"
Jaina shook her head. The daughter of the sea reached out and took off her hood. She shook her long golden hair. She leaned on her staff and said with a hint of disappointment:
"My brother made a decision. It was a regrettable decision, but I don't agree with him and his crazy ideas. So today, I, Jaina Proudmoore, represent Kul Tiras.
Attend!"
"You're crazy! Gianna!"
Liam frowned and said:
"Your brother is the king of Kul Tiras, you are not qualified to represent Kul Tiras, and you have to know that your actions may directly trigger a war between Kul Tiras and the empire..."
"Drake chose the war, not me! His pursuit of power has turned him into a person I don't know! Tanred doesn't care about national affairs at all, they are two bastards! My mother was killed by them
It breaks my heart that she gave me the power to represent House Proudmoore, today! I am here to represent House Proudmoore!"
The Archmage held her son in her arms. She tried hard not to shed tears. She gritted her teeth and said:
"Don't worry about Derek, I can't convince him, but there's always someone who can!"
"Kul Tiras and the Empire will not go to war, I can guarantee that!"
Arthas stepped forward and took his wife into his arms. He brushed Jaina's hair and said a few words to his wife. Then he looked back at the two kings and the disgraced nobles behind him and said:
"Let's go, everyone."
"Don't let others see the human joke, and don't keep Varian waiting too long."
