Archbishop Benedictus's sudden voice broke the dull atmosphere in the King's Council Hall and made everyone's eyes fall on Chaldea.
This made the young priest feel a little resentful towards Benedictus. The Chaldean priest had a strong objection to the seemingly kind and kind archbishop. He instinctively felt that Benedictus had something hidden under his bright appearance.
Dark secret, because he does too!
This is a keen sense of smell among similar species.
The Chaldean priest originally planned to meet with the king alone after the meeting to state his ideas, but now, being pushed to the front desk by Benedictus, the young privy cardinal adjusted his robes and walked up to the big shots.
Standing next to Shore, he said in a gentle and magnetic voice:
"I am not good at military affairs, so after reading General Danas's letter, I was thinking about another thing. Your Majesty the King, everyone, if the Draenei flee to Azeroth, then they will inevitably
Become one of the existing forces in this world, and based on our superficial understanding of the Draenei, since they also believe in the Holy Light, it means that they should naturally stand with the Alliance."
The Chaldean priest's eyes were clear. He scanned the people in front of him. He turned the ebony rosary beads in his hand and said:
"For the escapees, what they need most is friendly reception and guidance. Since the Draenei are likely to join the Alliance in the future and become a part of the Alliance, why don't we make preparations in advance and communicate with those people of the Holy Light?
What about building a good relationship?”
"But we don't know them, Chaldean priest."
Old Marshal Windsor frowned and said, "I admit that what you said makes some sense, but we have to be vigilant against these foreign people!"
"Since we don't understand, doesn't it mean that... we should take the initiative to contact them to find out their details? Wasn't the failure of the first orc war just because we lacked understanding of the orcs?"
The young priest smiled humbly, and his suggestion made Spymaster Shaw's eyes light up. After a moment, King Varian consulted everyone's opinions, and then issued a second order.
"Then let Master Shaw make arrangements to send a batch of supplies to Watchfort and give a batch of daily necessities to the Draenei. If possible, invite the 25,000-year-old prophet to Stormwind City as a guest!"
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The meeting ended, and the Chaldean priest did not leave Stormwind Fortress immediately. He took this opportunity to check King Varian's body, and prayed for the Holy Light for the queen who had been in a bad mood recently. Finally, at the young age
Amidst the farewells of the king and his wife, he got into his simple carriage and left Stormwind City for North County Monastery.
As a privy bishop, the Chaldean priest has his own house in the church district of Stormwind City. However, Archbishop Benedictus's strength makes Chaldea dislike it very much, so most of the time he lives in the church district of Stormwind City.
In the North County monastery not far from the city.
In addition to his position as privy bishop, he is also the superior of the North County Abbey. In the absence of Benedictus, he is fully responsible for the operation of this historic and sacred monastery.
"Queen Tiffany is pregnant. It seems that the Kingdom of Stormwind will have a prince or princess soon."
After the Chaldean priest returned to the monastery, he sat in his office, looking through the Holy Light's classics while handling the trivial affairs of the monastery. There are many farms near the North County monastery, as well as a vineyard that is very famous in the entire alliance.
, the vineyards managed by the Oswolf family produce a lot of excellent grapes every year, and with the help of the monks in the North County Abbey, they produce excellent wines.
That is also the only luxurious enjoyment of the Chaldean priest. Like many old monks, he likes the wine of the Oswolf family very much, as well as Miss Milly who often brings wine. She is full of youth.
She has a unique sunny temperament, and unlike those pretentious aristocratic ladies, Miss Milly does not hide her affection for the Chaldean priest at all.
This made the young priest a little embarrassed, but also a little proud. Miss Milly was a well-known beauty, and would inherit her father's winery and vineyards in the future. Apart from her slightly lower status, she was definitely Alvin.
The forest's most sought-after rose.
Except for some fanatical believers, the monks of the Holy Light Church do not actually prohibit marriage. As long as Chaldea is willing, he can marry Miss Milly at any time. But the problem is that the Chaldean priest hides a dark secret in his heart.
, he was afraid that this secret would be discovered, so he could only push this beauty away with a cold attitude.
"Ahem"
A slight cough woke up the Chaldean priest from the process of comprehending the holy light. He raised his head and saw the blood-red figure quietly appearing in his office. When she appeared, Caleb
Pastor Di couldn't help but clenched his fists, but soon he relaxed.
The Privy Council looked at the stalker who suddenly appeared indifferently, and whispered:
"I've done what Tyrion asked me to do! And you, Cordana! You shouldn't have appeared here in broad daylight!"
"Mr. Chaldea, you may have made some mistakes."
The Blood Warden wearing dark red leather armor stood up. She was one of the four Wardens who were transformed besides Nassa. Long before Tyrion entered Draenor, she and her other sister Marais
She was assigned a special mission and stayed in the Treasure Bay of Azeroth. It was not until recently that she regained contact with the Dark Blade Knight.
Cordana was playing with a sharp emerald green dagger in her hand, and she whispered:
"As the messenger of death, I will go wherever I want. In this weak human country, few people can find me. It is you, Chaldean priest, you really think you have done something for your master.
Can a trivial thing lead to complete freedom?”
"Don't forget what happened in Durnholde Castle... Do I need to remind you how many Alliance soldiers you betrayed in order to survive, and that poor General Blackmore, you sanctimonious hypocrite
!”
"Bang"
Chaldea punched the table and shouted angrily:
"That's not for living an ignoble life! That's for atonement! Blackmoore is a murderer and he deserves to die!"
"Whatever you say."
The elf stretched and showed her graceful figure in front of the priest. She approached the angry priest, stretched out her finger, and scratched the priest's young and handsome face. This action made Chaldea's body stiffen, and she
Whispered in Chaldea's ear:
"The master needs you to build a bridge of friendship between the Stormwind Kingdom and the Draenei and help them take root in this world. Don't worry, this is not a bad thing for the king you are loyal to. More importantly,
Our master is very generous, and when I come next time, I may bring you a "gift" from the master!"
The elf's blood-red eyes made the priest shudder, feeling the despair and pain in Chaldea's heart. Cordana let out a hoarse laugh. She took a step back, and her figure slowly disappeared into the air:
"Carpe diem, Privy Councilor, let yourself live a happier life... By the way, Miss Milly is really a beauty."
"Finally, the master asked me to tell you something, be careful about Benedictus...there is darkness and fear hidden behind that old man that you can never imagine."
"Shua"
After the Blood Watcher disappeared, the Chaldean Priest seemed to have had all his bones taken away. He leaned on the chair in a helpless posture. He covered his eyes with his hands, and silent and regretful tears flowed along with the trembling of his body.
On his cheek, he knew that he might not be able to escape the hand of the shadow behind him for the rest of his life.
And this time, intervening in the kingdom's affairs is just the beginning, a trivial beginning.
On the other side, in the Cursed Land at this time, the Alliance sentries around the crater have been completely overwhelmed by the undead rushing out of the Dark Portal.
Although these undead are only the lowest-level troops of the Dark Blade Knights, full of brainless walking corpses, and even undead infantry are rare, their terrifying number still makes the alliance knights who come to help feel extremely troublesome.
Three jewel-like spaceships were suspended in the heavy rain in the Cursed Land. The battleship at the front continued to emit scorching light, helping the knights of the alliance to resist the continuous invasion of the undead, while the Grand Vindicator Maraad led the German army.
The Leoni warriors blocked the gap where the undead charged from one direction.
This was the first exchange between the two tribes. Due to the language barrier and unfamiliarity with each other, neither side rashly joined forces. The light of the Holy Light was bright and powerful, building a chain on the ground outside the crater.
Compared with the thick barrier, the human Paladins are far inferior to the Draenei Paladins in terms of the speed of chanting the Holy Light and the capacity of the Holy Light in their bodies.
General Danas commanded the brave knights of Stromgarde, repeatedly cutting through the tide of undead, trying to delay the attack of the undead in this way. However, as the light of the Dark Portal shone, the death knights who were belatedly arrived
They finally appeared on the battlefield. As soon as the lower-level knights appeared on the scene, they called out the war dead buried under this land, the corpses of orcs entangled with the energy of death, and the human beings whose bones were buried in this battlefield.
They were all awakened one by one.
Those death knights who led the charge of undead infantry that were more powerful than the walking corpses were like unstoppable gods of death in the dim light. The defense line composed of human infantry was ruthlessly broken, and even the forest of spears, specially used to
The spear array used against the cavalry was ineffective under the charge of the death knight.
The dead will not be afraid of those sharp spears, and even the death horses they ride on will not be afraid of these.
The lower-level knights were like black turbid currents, running rampant on the battlefield, completely crushing the resistance that still had hope. Seeing the foreign undead that kept rushing out and couldn't kill them all, the tired soldiers could not help but feel sad.
The undead will not be affected by cowardice, especially when fighting in the freezing rain, but humans will not.
Morale plummeted rapidly.
"It's time to retreat! Danas!"
On the Draenei's position, the Grand Guardsman swung his war hammer and burned all the undead in front of him in the beating of holy light. He shouted to Danas in a half-baked Common Tongue:
"Your soldiers can't hold on any longer. You lack combat experience against the undead... It's time to withdraw! Our spaceship will cover you!"
Maraad and Danath Trollbane have known each other since the Alliance advance army entered Draenor. The two admire each other and are not really good friends, but they are definitely not strangers who are hostile to each other.
people.
Under Maraad's warning, General Danas looked back at the battle line. As the Draenei said, the current weather was extremely unfavorable to the Alliance. He quickly said a few words to the knights beside him. After a moment
, with the commander's flag moving back, and with the support of artillery fire from the Delaney spacecraft, the Alliance soldiers began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield.
At this moment, the Elf Paladin Alex, who was charging with General Danas, suddenly shrank his eyes under the helmet of the Flame Blade. He looked at the Dark Door, where a familiar blood
The red figure slowly appeared.
"Ah, Azeroth, I...are back again!"
Myra Dawn Blade opened his arms, his blood-red robe floating, and the cold and dark magic lingered around his body like a shield, blocking the heavy rain falling from the sky outside the shield. He waved his hand, and on the battlefield
The scattered blood was extracted from the ground, and amid Myra's evil laughter, the dark red blood formed strange blood arrows in the air.
He waved his finger downwards, and the whistling blood arrows hit the retreating Alliance legion, piercing the bodies of more than a dozen soldiers in an instant, and the disease mixed in the blood also caused the formation of the soldiers to change.
It became scattered.
"Myra!"
A roar sounded on the battlefield. Myra turned her head and saw the elf paladin riding on the war horse. A strange smile appeared on his pale face:
"Look who this is, Alex, my best brother, what a joy it is to see you!"
"They said you betrayed your faith, they said you fell into darkness!"
Elf Paladin Erics clenched the heavy sword in his hand and shouted in pain: "I don't believe it! I don't believe this rumor, but you...you really..."
Myra's eyes turned cold. He looked at his former brother and said softly:
"You came to me just to say this? You have no idea what I want? Holy light? It's meaningless!"
He waved his fingers, and the four high-ranking knights standing beside him drew their weapons. Myra pointed at the elf paladin in front, looking at the pain in his eyes, he said coldly:
