Stormwind's teleportation hall has been extremely busy these days.
After the news about the selection of the successor of the Holy Rod spread, mages from all over the world sent messages almost every day, and some Warlock hidden in the corners also came to join in the fun. So many people came that the price of Stormwind the Gilded Rose Inn was raised.
Some cash-strapped guys went to live outside the city.
As a result, guess what?
Goldshire's hotel is also full!
Lion's Pride Inn's boss Old Fale is smiling from ear to ear every day, but the mages are still coming over in a steady stream. Although most of them know that they cannot get the holy staff, Guardians of Tirisfal's inheritance ceremony is a major event in Eastern Kingdoms's magic world, and they also want to come to "join in the grand event".
Now the new arrivals either go to a farm outside the city to stay overnight, or they can only go to Northshire Abbey for a few days. Some people go to Tower of Azora, which is also where spellcasters gather.
The climax of this incident occurred when Archbishop Alonsus Faol led the devout believers of Northern Borderlands to come to Stormwind.
The teleportation hall has increased its manpower today to ensure the safe arrival of the archbishop and his party, and there are a lot of them. They should have come by boat, but because of the Green Skins invasion, the archbishop had to choose a faster way.
Alonsus Faol is the spiritual leader of human Holy Light Follower, so the entire Mage Quarter is crowded with local believers who come to meet him.
No matter how romantic the nobles are, they must pretend to be pious today, otherwise if they make the archbishop angry and impose a religious excommunication, the family will be "removed" from the aristocratic circle, and they will have to sit at the same table with the idiots when things happen in the future.
Even if King Llane came to greet Mage Tower in person, it can be seen that the religious atmosphere in Human King country is actually quite strong. But then, the king, who had been very haggard recently, saw a black carriage guarded by a group of Holy Light tough men.
And the sealed box in the car!
At first the king thought it was some ancient holy object, but the closer the motorcade got to the cathedral, surrounded by believers, the more obvious the screams of weapons sounded from the sealed box on the carriage.
Balls of holy flames surrounded the sealed box, forming various Holy Mark.
Because Ashbringer is cast from the fragments of Kara, when those geometric Holy Light runes surround the carriage, there is even a faintly ethereal Holy Song sound, which makes believers shout "miracle".
Some enthusiasts even knelt down to kiss the ruts with light spots.
The professional characteristics belonging to "Sun Herald" left in the holy blade by Diakum were released. The scorching glow was like a diffused sunlight, constantly transforming in the light of morning and dusk. Its accompanying healing power healed the injuries of the crowd, and the heart-warming light made a group of old believers burst into tears.
The people of the Stormwind Kingdom are already panic-stricken due to the invasion of Green Skins and the fall of the Redridge Mountains. The fear makes them long for spiritual comfort and protection. In this environment where the foundation of the world is built by supernatural forces, it is natural for people to turn to faith to pray for peace of mind.
Now that I saw a miracle happening, it was even more incredible.
If it weren't for the strong "Ash Knight" like Duke Mograine who were guarding it, fanatics would have rushed up to try to touch the holy object to obtain the blessing of Holy Light.
When the motorcade entered the square in front of the cathedral, the buzz of the holy blade in the sealed box finally reached its peak.
Diakum, who was staying with the local Priests and Marshal Lothar on the high platform in front, shrugged helplessly. He looked around and seemed to have returned to the place where he had just recovered. When I wake up, I enter the scene of Karabor Temple. Fortunately, Stormwind will encounter the threat of war and no one will try to do the unlucky trick of spreading petals. Otherwise, an unlucky old man will be stabbed today.
Diakum could feel the uneasiness of the city, so he decided to give it courage in the name of Holy Light.
Alas, in this world where supernatural powers really exist, feudal superstition should still be practiced. Fortunately, Diakum is a ten thousand-year-old Priest. He has learned a lot from the old Velen, a natural-born master, and he is no stranger to how to "heat up the atmosphere."
So, under the curious gaze of the dressed-up little prince next to him, Saint from another world took a step forward and gently raised his left hand.
"Holy Light won't allow you and me to be separated, come back, Blade of Loyalty."
he said.
"Bang"
The chains binding the holy objects on the carriage that sealed the box were chopped down by the sharp Holy Light and shattered amidst bursts of sword roars.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Ashbringer levitated into the sky, and then turned into a golden stream of light and rushed out of the box, flying towards its owner like a flying fireball. It buzzed. Although it did not have its own will, the Naaru fragments gave it a different kind of mystery.
When Diakum finally held it in his hand, all the light turned into a white holy flame at this moment. Dispersion restrained himself, showing the true appearance of this "Demon Exorcist Holy Blade" before everyone's eyes.
"Wow!"
The little prince exclaimed.
Even though he is not a real Warrior, he can still feel the powerful aura shaped by the flames of war from this thick holy blade.
Ashbringer.
He knows the name of this sword.
At first he just thought the name was cool, but when Diakum the Saint actually held it, the little prince realized that "Ashbringer" is more than just the name of this sword!
"Marshal, you owe me another favor."
Diakum stroked his sharp blade and said softly.
Under Lothar's surprised gaze, Diakum glanced at the number ">8" in the "Light-Shadow Twinborn" road trial failure condition on Character Card. He took a deep breath, temporarily terminated the road trial at this moment, and called Holy Light Force to join him.
When the blazing holy flames surrounded and enveloped him, Dick once again entered the state of "Sanctification Seraphim".
Although it is difficult for Seraphim to complete cross-border combat in a weak state, fortunately, Diakum does not need to wield a knife to fight evil things to the death at this time.
What he wants to borrow at this time is the special power of Holy Light Force at the level of "faith". This is also the power of the One in Six Forces that can be shaped, promoted and even changed by the ethereal but heavy substance of "faith".
Faith and Holy Light are always one and the same, which is also one of the characteristics of Holy Light Force, because it is idealistic, and faith is also considered idealism in a certain sense. The fit between the two is really perfect.
Vigilant, who looked like a god under the golden wings, stretched out his hand, touched the head of little Varian, whose eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and his face was dull, and he said softly:
"When we first met, you asked me if there were any angels in this world."
Then, as the little prince exclaimed, the world in front of him was shrouded in light for an instant, as if the outline in a round of light was speaking to him.
Holy lines Light Wings replaced the huge golden wings.
The white flame covers Diakum's Lionheart Battle Armor and turns it into Holy Battle Garb. When the white hood is covered, only the shadow shapes the face.
Seraphim's feet left the ground in the flying lines of wings, and the magnificent Holy Light turned into a stream of Holy Sun around him, even replacing the sunlight, like a golden "Holy Light sun" staying in the sky.
Seraphim holds the holy blade and is suspended above the dome of the cathedral. Every time Light Wings flaps it, golden feathers of light fall down.
The holy light feathers sprinkled on the people, bringing them physical strength and spiritual warmth, causing those devout people to kneel down with tears, shouting at the top of their lungs for their faith.
Azeroth bumpkins have never seen such a scene!
Not to mention the civilians and nobles who knelt down cheering in the name of Holy Light. They stretched out their hands and called for the blessing of faith. Even the spiritual leader Alonsus Faol and Turalyon beside him Priest, as well as the Uther knights and Tirion Fordring knights who were ordered by King Terenas to escort them were all suppressed.
Human Church of the Holy Light has no idols, which is also the most basic characteristic of Holy Light Doctrine. However, at this moment, even Archbishop Faol, who has extremely firm faith, felt the urge to bow down and worship the holy spirit born in the light in front of him.
This is really not the same concept as ordinary pretense, family members!
This stuff has gone beyond the scope of "feudal superstition"!
At least the "Holy Light divinity" in Diakum at this time cannot be faked at all. He is the Seraphim who was created by the saint Lightforging and set foot in Mortal realm! He came to Human King junior high school of Azeroth to bring them the enlightenment of Holy Light.
Those Ash Knight who accepted Vigilant Demon-Slaying Oath by touching Ashbringer were even more inspired.
In the agitation of Holy Light from the same source, the golden Light Wings also lit up behind them. In the application of Holy Halo round after round, the mottos on their armors were revealed and turned into sacred enchantments, turning them into "consecrated objects". This made these people It was at this moment that these Ash Knights truly completed the enlightenment of Holy Light Doctrine, which enabled them to embark on the career path of Paladin. In the past, they were most called "Warrior wielding Holy Light".
This was also the first time that Diakum did not use the power of Seraphim in battle, and then he discovered the exaggerated effect of this power when used for strengthening.
"Stormwind citizens, raise your heads and look up to the sky! Gleam Holy Light will bestow holy power to protect mankind! The brave City of Faith will be tested and never fall!"
Diakum spoke in human language, letting his voice reach every corner of the city. As Holy Halo in Holy Power Burning continued to spread, blessings came one after another. The pure light of Fu shrouded the entire city. He raised his hand and shaped the light into the shape of petals and scattered them around the cathedral. He then slapped Light Wings under the gaze of thousands of people, and fell in the exaggerated golden light feathers.
Finally, it hovered in front of Lothar. In the darkness under the hood, there was a gentle gaze looking at the marshal Stormwind.
Lothar guessed what this evil alien Saint was planning to do. He even felt that he had seen Diakum's subtle smile in the darkness under the pure hood.
But before the marshal could speak, the sanctified Seraphim raised his holy gauntlet and touched Lothar's forehead.
Like the touch of fate.
He said in the chanting tune of Priest:
"Lord of Arathor Lion, may glory and victory always be by your side. Anduin Lothar Holy Light makes you king today! Humanity is blessed, your leader is born."
"Whoosh"
After saying these words, Diakum, who finally completed the pretense of "appearing as a saint in front of others", flapped his wings and rushed into the sky in the light, leaving only feathers of light flying all over the sky.
This perfectly satisfied the onlookers' imagination of the scene in mythical stories where holy angels bring oracles and then disappear.
Hey, it's so exciting to just show off and run away!
So there was only a helpless Lothar left on the spot. He touched the crown on his head that was temporarily cast by the holy flame, and thought that this old man was too reckless. Even the style of the crown was the orthodox Arathor royal style. It looked like it had been carefully studied.
He announced it so openly and openly in this way, no one would believe him even if he refuted the rumor in person.
Archbishop Alonsus Faol, who witnessed all this, was ecstatic in his heart.
The archbishop's fingers are trembling. Few people know it, but in fact, he is gentle, humble and compassionate. As a well-deserved incarnation of Holy Light, Archbishop Faol is also a "big Arathor ist" deep down in his heart.
He really dreams of seeing Arathor Empire rebuilt and allowing Seven Human Kingdoms to end the current meaningless division and confrontation.
"Ah, thank you Holy Light!"
The archbishop drew the famous Holy Crest on his chest, and he decided to immediately report the matter back to Northern Borderlands.
Holy Light sent Seraphim to preach the oracle, and Second Empire was allowed to rebuild here. Ah, how blessed is mankind!
However, although this scene moved heaven and earth, it could not move the High Elf people who came with the team. After all, they did not believe in Holy Light. They just felt that this scene was full of power and divinity that could not be ignored.
"Oh my god, is that kind of exaggerated Force power that has completed high-level shaping really a level that mortals can achieve?"
The three daughters beside General Lirath were stunned for a moment, while the elves Grand Magus who came with her were blushing and discussing "Arcane Force's shaping state", "advanced use of three-phase changes in power" and other topics that ordinary people could not understand.
As for Ranger General herself, she recovered from the shock and whispered to the elf warrior next to her who was wearing armor and a war helmet:
"How does it feel?"
"Huh, pretending to be a ghost."
The female elf warrior said disdainfully in a hoarse voice:
"I will not allow my fiancé to become emperor only with the help of others. Look at the helplessness in Lothar's eyes! Sister-in-law, that guy clearly hasn't made up his mind yet! Such a weak man is not worthy of me."
"Oh, Holy Light personally came out to make an engagement for you, why are you still like this! If you continue like this, you really won't be able to get married, Daenerys. My grandfather asked me to personally escort you here just to prevent you from running around.
Let's get in touch at least, okay?
In addition, when working, you should call your job title!"
"Oh, okay, Ranger General."
"Are you crazy? I ask you if you are crazy!"
At the quiet Mirror Lake near Stormwind, at an inaccessible lake, Archbishop Nali, who had been chasing him all the way, jumped down the hill and saw Diakum standing by the lake, stretching.
The angry archbishop rushed forward, pinched Dick's neck and screamed:
"Do you still think that you have not gone far enough on the path of Holy Light? You still want to embrace divinity just to bring unity to the turbulent human country? You are wholeheartedly for them, can't you think about yourself?
We are about to lose you.
I'm about to lose you!"
Neri The anger at this time comes from fear.
She was a little out of control, and Diakum couldn't hold her down with both hands. Mainly because she was not as tall as Neri in human form, so it was really inconvenient.
So Vigilant dispelled the illusion, and when the tall body reappeared, he reached out and picked up the arrogant Neri, and calmed the "blue kitten" with a longing kiss. Neri was very worried about Diakum's mental state.
She was worried that she was too late, that Diakum's outline in the light would be Dispersion, leaving only a ball of will completely integrated into the light.
But in this passionate kiss full of emotion, Neri's worries were quickly defeated.
She even felt that Diakum's humanity was so full at this moment, more real than when he was in the world of Draenor, and no longer an unattainable longing.
It wasn't until Neri, the legend, felt slightly suffocated that Vigilant released her and let Neri, whose feet were dangling in the air, fall back to the ground.
He lowered his head, looked at the panting Neri with a smile, and said softly:
"Are you still worried now?"
"I'm not worried about your humanity, though."
She sighed and said:
"Did you avoid Holy Light's influence on you by walking into the shadows? Dick, this method may be correct, but have you ever thought about it, if Holy Light is recruited again in the future and you enter a higher level, will you have to go deeper into the darkness to preserve your will?
But that means you'll be in more danger."
"As long as this trial is completed, it will be gone."
Dick held Neri's arm and sat by the quiet lakeside, far away from the worldly distractions. He said:
"I have gained wisdom in the shadows, and I want to find a way forward that belongs only to me in the light and shadow. Holy Light allows me to do this, and He is not willing to see me turn myself into firewood and light it to fight against the cold wind of fate.
I was able to retain my humanity and replace the dogma of Holy Light with my own dogma.
He loves me so much, just like you finally put down those responsibilities and finally decided to have a love with me that only belongs to the two of us."
Vigilant played with the archbishop's little tail and laughed and said:
"I thought you really had to wait until we recovered Argus together before completing all of this."
"That's what Yura said."
Neri was a little shy. She glared at Dick, pulled back her tail, and said:
"She said that I am always too calm and always have to find some time to leave it to you and me among those troublesome things, but feelings are inherently blind and passionate. If we really want to be rational, there will be no passion.
You also said that you wanted me to be the anchor of your humanity.
When I actually saw you fall into another world, when I realized that I might lose you for the second time, I finally understood that you didn't just say love words at that time. You needed me, so I came.
He gave up his position as archbishop and temporarily placed his vows in his heart.
At least in this strange and dangerous world, I can accompany you without any distractions and help you complete your trials until your path is truly finalized, okay? What are you holding in your hand?"
Neri watched in surprise as Diakum took out a silver handkerchief. She blinked and asked.
"Oh, there's a little dust on your face. Please wipe it for you and don't move."
Vigilant wiped Neri's face with a handkerchief.
Then, the obscene Armor Removal Spell starts!
The archbishop didn't even react, she felt a chill on her body. After realizing that her armor and clothes had been "wiped off" by this obscene handkerchief, she instinctively screamed and rushed towards the lake next to her body, only to be grabbed by the "bad guy" and gently tugged by her tail.
Therefore, the archbishop who could easily knock out dozens of Phoenix Guards with Red Throat's Fang and rush out of Sunwell fell "weakly" into his boyfriend's arms.
Armor Removal Spell can be used three times a day.
Dick also used it to remove his own Lionheart Battle Armor, but when he was about to enter the next step after the affectionate words and comfort, Neri gasped and shook his head wildly, and said seriously:
"No! I'll die."
"Well, that's why I prepared this."
Vigilant Saint, who had already planned it, waved Disguise Brooch in his hand. This time, he did not let himself appear with a human face to avoid making Neri feel uncomfortable. Instead, he shaped himself into Draenei's normal body.
"Ah, the magic in this world is so obscene."
The Archbishop made a mad remark.
"Who says it isn't?"
Vigilant hugged his old love and rolled into the water. Mirror Lake made ripples, allowing the two old men and women, who combined were almost 50,000 years old, to once again experience the release of emotions that no longer needed to be concealed.
Yura is right.
The correct release of emotions is an important part of ensuring human nature.
Well, Yura is always right.