Alonsus was a believer who preached the faith, and he enjoyed tremendous prestige throughout the Great Eastern Kingdoms. Once he spoke, even Terenas could not easily disregard his opinion.
"Bishop, have you already learned to wield and guide that power?" Terenas looked at Alonsus Faol with expectation in his eyes. As a Monarch, he had never liked putting all his eggs in one basket.
Though the Court Mages were an army he had painstakingly built up with vast resources, under his support, Archbishop Alonsus had also begun to master a power system different from the arcane.
It was called the Power of Believers.
It was precisely because he had witnessed the emergence of this power that Terenas developed even greater ambitions!
"The Holy Light is with us." A bright golden radiance emanated from Alonsus Faol.
Grommash Hellscream looked at the forest in the distance and tightened his grip on Gorehowl, the Legendary Great Axe. Blessed and reforged by Hecate, this weapon had become a Divine Artifact exceptionally suited to Grommash. The tighter he gripped it, the stronger his fighting spirit, and the greater the power it returned to him.
"Great Shaman, can you feel it?" Grommash turned his gaze toward Ner'zhul, Chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan beside him.
"I can vaguely sense the direction." Ner'zhul nodded.
"Then let's go. I'll deal with anything that gets in our way." Grommash rested the battle axe on his shoulder and declared confidently. "As long as we do what the High Priestess commanded, we can withdraw."
"What about those elves? According to the intelligence we gathered, this is their territory. They command powerful arcane magic." Ner'zhul countered.
"I said the Warsong Clan will help you eliminate every obstacle. But if possible, there's no need to clash with these elves. As long as we