The pure and rich holy light filled the bedroom of the kingdom like a tide. In the shining of the holy light, a tall figure stood in the light, and the beating golden energy rippled in his hands, seeping in bit by bit.
Inside the body of the seriously injured patient in front of me.
The ferocious-looking injuries were quickly healed, and the strange toxins in his body were also removed bit by bit. It was not until dozens of minutes later that the most powerful priest of the draenei, Prophet Velen, stopped using the Holy Light spell.
Shining, he turned around, and the royal guard quickly brought a hot towel. The prophet wiped his hands and glanced at the green liquid rippling in the blood on his hand.
The prophet's expression was a little solemn. He held the staff and turned around and walked out of the palace. In front of him, the restless young king Varian Wrynn hurriedly stood up from the throne. He walked quickly to the prophet, raised his head and spoke with
Looking at the prophet with ardent hope, the latter nodded to him. The king's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and his whole body shook a little. He was soon supported by the royal guards.
"Your Majesty the Queen is strong, Your Majesty Varian."
Velen whispered to the king:
"There is a strong persistence in her heart that prevents her from giving in even when she is face to face with death. Of course, this is also thanks to the Duke of Bolvar who has tried his best to maintain it. Otherwise, the queen may not be able to support me... But now
, she is out of danger, but the stone hit her forehead and had some bad effects on her brain."
"I only care about my wife now. Can she wake up?"
Varian looked at the prophet with a praying attitude:
"Please, please, you must cure her. I can't live without Tiffany... Please, please."
"Her Majesty the Queen is out of danger, but I can't give a clear answer as to when she will wake up."
The prophet said somewhat guiltily:
"There are very complicated secrets hidden in the soul. Your Majesty, I can guarantee that the queen will definitely wake up, but I cannot promise the specific time, and with all due respect, there are currently more important matters waiting for you to deal with.
Woolen cloth."
Archbishop Benedictus of the Cathedral of Light, who came after hearing the news, also advised:
"Your Majesty, what the prophet said makes sense. The bombs detonated by those thugs in the dock area were not ordinary alchemy bombs. Although the strange mist hidden in them was frozen under the control of the mages, hundreds of people were infected.
There have been many strange changes. We don’t know whether this disease is contagious...but we should take precautions in advance!"
"Then I leave it to you, Archbishop."
The young king was helpless and walked into the bedroom with the help of his guards. He waved weakly:
"I'm not in the mood to deal with this now. I leave it to you. Just do it. I believe you."
The red wooden door closed behind the king. The archbishop sighed. He moved the rosary in his hand, looked at the prophet, and said softly:
"Mr. Willen, we may have to trouble you this time. We lack the experience to deal with this kind of evil thing. Have you seen this kind of evil existence before?"
Viren frowned, thought for a moment, and said with some uncertainty:
"I'm not sure if they come from the same source, but if they are the components of these mists... some of them are familiar to me, but I don't know much about Azeroth's herbs. I don't know this.
Is there any herbal medicine with the same effect in the world, so I need the help of some pharmacists to give the final conclusion."
"Um."
The Archbishop nodded:
"Then let's start working, Mr. Prophet. I also have some research on pharmacies. I will help you. Speaking of which, before doing this, I studied the Draenei's Holy Light doctrine and I have some doubts.
I can ask you for advice in the future."
Two outstanding priests, led by the royal guards, went to the Cathedral of Light to study the strange poisonous mist. On the other side, in the residence of Countess Catalina, the tired Duke Bolvar also stood nervously.
In the living room, we are waiting for the results of the treatment by Privy Councilor Chaldea.
In the room separated by a wall, the Chaldean priest carefully wrapped a bandage blessed by the Holy Light around the delicate countess's arm. The countess' injuries in the explosion looked terrible, and her whole body was covered in blood, but
In fact, under the protection of Duke Bolvar, she only suffered multiple scratches. Compared to Queen Tiffany, who almost lost her life, she was much luckier.
"You are truly dedicated, Countess."
The Chaldean priest looked meaningfully at Caterina Presto, who was lying on the chair in front of him, and said softly: "Did the murderer show up at the scene specifically to enjoy the sense of accomplishment of a successful conspiracy?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Chaldean priest."
Catalina said with a weak look: "That was just a coincidence. My poor Tiffany, she was almost killed by those thugs. She is such a disgusting violent person. I heard that they rescued Van Cleef?"
"It's not just Van Cleef... there are other prisoners who were imprisoned. The entire Stormwind City Prison was almost wiped out."
The Chaldean priest shook his head:
"The peaceful situation in the kingdom is about to be broken. The escape of these scum will definitely set off a new round of storms. However, His Majesty the Queen was attacked. With His Majesty the King's love for the Queen, this time...I am afraid who will be responsible for the Stonemasons Brotherhood?"
Whoever intercedes will be really unlucky. The Brotherhood of Masons is over, no one can save them, and the so-called justice and justice are no longer important."
"They have never been important. They are just small pawns in a huge plan. They can be sacrificed at any time. And you are wrong. It is not that no one can save them. If they are smart enough, they should
The helping hand stretched out from the darkness is the only help they can get, but it seems that you are not satisfied with the result? "
The countess asked softly:
"So what do you think?"
"My thoughts?"
The Chaldean priest pulled out the purple ceremonial dagger from his waist. His eyes were blank for a few seconds, and then he regained his clarity. He used the beautiful and mysterious purple dagger to cut off the bandage on the countess' hand. He whispered
explain:
"My thoughts have never been important... What is important is that any crisis may be an opportunity. Archbishop Benedictus is a very sincere believer. He believes that paladins and priests should devote their lives to
To the Holy Light, your relationship with Duke Bolvar has always been in his eyes, and some of the Duke's hesitations also come from the Archbishop. Listen to me, maybe it's time for you to make a decision."
A sacred and sincere smile flashed across the Privy Councilor's face:
"And I, I am very happy to personally host the wedding between you and Mr. Duke. I believe that a country in troubled times needs some festive things to give its citizens confidence."
"But Bolvar is only human."
Catalina pretended to be indifferent and said: "He is a powerful paladin, and the skin-to-skin contact will allow him to discover my secret."
"So, do you think the Dark Blade King only gives you power?"
The Privy Councilor narrowed his eyes, and his fingers danced on Caterina's shoulders:
"Although I have parted ways with him, I have to admit that after I left, his power has become stronger and more mysterious... If I hadn't known your details, even if we were looking at each other so close, I would have
I will only think that you are just a mortal with the blood of dragonborn..."
After a moment, the Privy Councilor, whose hands were still stained with blood, opened the door and walked out. Duke Bovar, who looked nervous, stepped forward. The Privy Councilor gave him a reassuring smile:
"Ms. Catalina is very lucky, Mr. Duke. She is only slightly bruised and will only need a period of training to recover. You can go and see her now. I believe that with someone you deeply love by your side, your daughter will be able to recover."
The count will be in a better mood. After such a terrible disaster, she is in urgent need of a shoulder to lean on."
"Thank you, Chaldean priest, thank you."
The Duke held Chaldea's wrist with both hands. Some things only feel precious when they are lost or may be lost. After the explosion, Bolvar held the unconscious Catalina and looked at the
When he saw his beautiful face stained with blood, some of the beliefs he had been holding on to in his heart soon collapsed.
He realized that unknowingly, this countess from Alterac had entered his lonely heart.
"Go quickly, Your Majesty the Duke."
The Chaldean priest washed his hands in the water brought by the servant and said to the Duke:
"I'm going to check on those infected citizens. I heard the situation is very bad... By the Holy Light, I hope it doesn't turn into another disaster."
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"We are going to Gilneas."
In the turbulent Yuexi Town, as the infantry of Xiquan Fortress surrounded the town, the civilians had been evacuated, or were hiding in their homes and shivering. In the mines outside the town, the remaining members of the Masons Brotherhood,
Together with the prisoners who were rescued from Stormwind City Prison, they are hiding here discussing future plans.
The architect Alex brought a modest lunch to the shocked Van Cleef. Seeing his tortured brother eating in silence, he patted Van Cleef on the shoulder and said softly:
"There is no place for us in the Kingdom of Stormwind."
"The bomb..."
Van Cleef did not ask for other details. He raised his head and stared at Alex with a stern look:
"There's something wrong with those bombs. I saw it with my own eyes. That green mist, what is that? Alex, tell me, those things pose no threat to civilians!"
Alex was silent. The prison robbery adventure went wrong during the final evacuation. No one expected that the queen would actually appear at the dock at that time. The surrounding MI7 agents were conducting defense work and discovered the secret hidden in the pier.
On the ships in the pier, under forced circumstances, Willie in Black asked the Dark Blade mercenaries to detonate the bombs hidden on the pier.
Those "chemical weapons" from the Dark Blade Consortium.
To say it is harmless is simply insulting the intelligence of the two people. Alex, who was hiding on the boat at the time, saw with his own eyes the scene of the green mist spreading on the dock, and how painful the civilians who inhaled the mist were.
He fell to the ground, unable to answer Van Cleef's question, so he could only respond with silence.
"I'm very grateful that you took the risk to rescue me, but...but I don't need it!"
Van Cleef's body was covered with whip marks, and life in prison was not easy, but even so, he still felt suffocated in his heart, and he scolded his brother:
"I am innocent. Even if I die, I want to return to where we came from with innocence, instead of becoming a criminal, a fugitive, and a violent person that I despise! A rebel! I
Don’t want this…”
"But at least you're alive! Van Cleef!"
Alex's inner pain was no less than Van Cleef's. He was no longer as polite as before. He roared at his brother:
"What happens to little Vanessa if you die? She's missing! Asshole, we lost her, God, you have to cheer up! Van Cleef, you have to come with us to find your daughter!"
"
"Bang"
As soon as he finished speaking, he hit Alex's chin with a fierce punch, knocking the architect down. Van Cleef was like an enraged beast, roaring and grabbing Alex's collar,
Grabbed him from the ground:
"You! You lost my daughter! You betrayed my trust, Alex! You betrayed me!"
"I'm guilty. I didn't do what I promised you. I deserve to die!"
The architect's face was covered with blood. He looked at the furious Van Cleef and said in a pleading tone:
"Think of Vanessa, she needs you. Cheer up, Van Cleef, cheer up. Without your leadership, sooner or later we will be slaughtered by them like wild beasts. We need you! More than ever!"
"Bang"
The closed door was suddenly pushed open at this moment, and the panting Willy in black appeared at the door, while Van Cleef roared without looking:
"Get out!"
"Boss, there is a letter! I found it by the pool outside the town. It says...it says that little Vanessa is at the Blood Crow Inn...They, they asked you to go there alone!"
