The Wonders of Faith: Guidance Amid Light and Shadow-Bonus Chapter for Brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [1115]

Returning to Stormwind Keep's carriage, Garona, who has been doing security work recently, was playing with the black "Death's Nail" in his hand.

This is a gift from Saint's powerful grandpa. It is a tentacle bone spur from Thousand-Eyed Demon, a proper mythical weapon material. Garona is very satisfied with this dangerous thing soaked in Void Power. With just a little processing, this thing can be made into a "Spell Breaking Dagger" that can tear apart the spirit and is very suitable for dealing with spellcasters.

Although Garona did not participate in Silithus's battle, Dick believes that she protected Lothar very well, so she deserves to be rewarded.

The half-Orcs assassin liked her grandfather's "clear rewards and punishments" attitude, so she was full of enthusiasm for the already boring job. She felt that she should help Marshal Lothar reduce some pressure, so she turned to Magic Advisor who was currently Marshal Lothar and asked Khadgar:

"Hey, can you contact Dalaran?

And the letter just said that Dalaran was seriously damaged, how serious is it? If they still have the strength to spare, and the demon has not yet spread on a large scale, they should send out mages to use mass teleportation to send civilians to safe areas as much as possible."

"I have a name, not "Hello". And the magical connection with Dalaran is currently completely severed."

Khadgar looked very ugly and said:

"It's not that the mages took the initiative to cut off, it should be the demon who cut off the magic communication, but I know that in Dalaran's City Defense Protocol, Violet Barrier's extremely energy-consuming magic can only be turned on at the most dangerous moment.

Council of Six Since the barrier has been opened, it means that the situation is more serious than we thought.

The Greater Demon named "Kaz'rogal" can directly raid into the city. There is a high probability that a rebellious mage has opened the portal to Twisting Nether in the city.

Burning Legion has sent so many lurking demons in Northern Borderlands, and they know that Dalaran is the force that the One has the ability to prevent their rapid spread. Therefore, perhaps during yesterday's demon invasion, Dalaran was the area that was attacked by demons.

Although it is a pity, I think we may not be able to count on City of Magic now."

"Hey, Dalaran is not even as good as Gorian Empire."

Garona sarcastically said:

"At least Draenor and Ogre Mage King are reliable at critical moments, but your mages are not necessarily reliable."

"Garona, don't say that."

Dick, who was sitting on the main seat of the carriage, scolded.

His expression at this time was a little cold, but not ugly. As a "professional Demon Slayer" who was hated by countless demons, Vigilant was very familiar with the process of demon invasion.

The demons come for destruction, so their first target is always the city. Only in the city can there be enough lives for them to kill for fun.

Considering that demons are always greedy for souls, only densely populated areas can satisfy their various desires. In other words, until all the big cities in Northern Borderlands are destroyed, villages and remote areas are still safe.

Considering the level of civilization in Northern Borderlands, rural residents account for the absolute majority, so most people are safe.

But it's only temporary.

Once the number of demons entering the world exceeds a certain threshold, the army of lower-level demons spreading out from the center of the city ruins will enter the "bone-crushing and marrow-sucking" mode, and they will sweep everything around them according to the demon commander's orders.

Until there are no more souls left to taste on this land, the demonic invasion will come to an end and enter the next stage of spreading Fel pollution to destroy the stars.

Judging from the number of humans and other races in Northern Borderlands, if left alone, that place will become a "paradise" and "cafeteria" for demons for a long time to come.

"Polluter's main attack target is Kalimdor. Logically speaking, for it, Eastern Kingdoms is just an incidental secondary strategic target. There are not many things on this land worthy of the devil's grand action."

In the carriage heading to Stormwind, Diakum rubbed his chin and said to Khadgar:

"Kalimdor has not yet received news of a large-scale invasion, indicating that the main force of Polluter has not yet moved. The demons that entered Eastern Kingdoms are just vanguards used to explore and harass. However, with the Burning Legion's operational efficiency, once the vanguard is unimpeded, it means that the army will soon follow.

If Northern Borderlands cannot prevent the counterattack, then we will soon see the spectacle of a large number of legendary demon commanders and demigods Greater Demon entering Azeroth in batches.

But again, before Kaldorei Moon Goddess Kingdom is defeated, the intensity of the anti-demon war on the human side will not rise to a level that is unbearable for you, and the lower demons are actually not as invincible as you think."

"In front of you, all demons are weak, but you really can't expect the human Warriors, who spent most of their lives fighting Trolls, to have the courage to face the ferocious Demon Guard."

Garona is not optimistic about mankind's war against demons. The half-Orcs assassin shook his head and said:

"Demons are the creations of Fel, and their cruelty and desire to fight are their innate nature. If the level of Northern Borderlands's country is the same as the previous Stormwind Kingdom, then they may soon have to face their own "Battle of Stormwind"."

"I'm going to take a chance Dalaran!"

Khadgar raised his head and said to Diakum:

"Garona was right just now. Currently in Northern Borderlands, Dalaran is the One, an organization capable of sending out civilians on a large scale before the disaster spreads. I must go to that city to mobilize my fellow mages to perform their duties."

"Just stay here for me!"

Diakum hadn't spoken yet, Garona stopped, and Orcs scolded sternly:

"Only you in the local Grand Magus can complete the cooperation with Azeroth and Warlord Margok. As long as the copy of <Book of Medivh> is sent over, Dark Portal must connect immediately! This is an important factor related to whether you can get reinforcements from Draenor.

You need to clarify your responsibilities!

At your current level, you can't even beat me. If you go to Northern Borderlands, you will die!

You are a mage! You must ensure that you are rational at all times and do not be frightened by bad news."

"But people are dying every minute and every second! I can't bring myself to turn a blind eye!"

Khadgar yelled at his semi-Orcs friend.

This made Diakum, who was thinking about a solution, look at him with a change in his eyes, Vigilant said with emotion:

"Compared with Arcane, maybe Holy Light Path is more suitable for you, Khadgar."

"Sorry, I'm not. I didn't mean to mock you for turning a blind eye to Northern Borderlands, I just..."

The young mage immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

But Vigilant waved his hand to indicate that this was not necessary. He stroked his sacred contract and said:

"Dalaran I'll think of a way over there. I have an idea and maybe I can give it a try, but what Garona said makes sense. You have to stay rational."

When the carriage returned to Stormwind, Diakum saw from the window the workers who were cutting stones to repair the city wall.

They are craftsmen recruited from the public by Lothar. Working here can earn more food rations for themselves and their families. In the Stormwind Kingdom, which has currently implemented a rationing system, the workers work very hard.

Vigilant also noticed that a very young human foreman was leading a few big boys to transport an ancient Moon Goddess sculpture, which was a stone taken from the ancient temple of Tomb of Sargeras that was smashed in the business district. It seemed that they were planning to transport this sacred sculpture to the church district in the city, which was also being rebuilt.

The few Watchers ladies who stayed in the Stormwind Kingdom had a small church there, which was a rest area specially approved by the Archbishop Alonsus Faol, and they were even allowed to conduct limited missionary work.

However, although Watchers is also classified as Moon God Priest, these sisters who are more accustomed to "talking about physics" are not good at promoting the moral principles of Moon Goddess. Therefore, the small church is still used as a gathering place for High Elf Warrior who are stranded in Stormwind.

"Edwin Van Cleef"

Diakum accurately said the name of the young foreman, and then glanced at the workers busy on the city wall. "Stonemasons' Brotherhood" who left a mark in the history of the Stormwind Kingdom might also appear soon.

This is the self-correction of destiny. People are still the same people, but the deflection of countless personal destiny will eventually drive the potential energy of destiny in another direction.

"It's time to use the 'privilege of faith' a little bit."

Vigilant glanced at his two Character Card, Lightsworn and Shadewalker. The little "Faith Power" that Faith Faction had accumulated during this period of pitiful development was almost insignificant, but he decided to use these precious resources today.

But before that, he had to find some "professionals" to consult on the specific use of Faith Power.

You definitely can't find Bwonsamdi, that guy's price is too high. Fortunately, I also met other Loa at Silithus.

"Stop."

Vigilant said something and made the royal carriage stop.

He, Khadgar and Garona got off the carriage and came to a garbage dump at the corner where workers were discarding construction waste. Vigilant looked around and whispered to the two of them:

"Keep an eye on it for me, I'll ask a god."

"Ah?"

Young Grand Magus people are stupid.

My heart says that you are just a demigod of light and shadow, why are you still asking for help?

Who are you going to invite?

Diakum Picked up a piece of wood and used a light knife to carve a wood sculpture with a few swipes of his hand. Upon closer inspection, he thought it was really shabby, but fortunately, the "god" he wanted to invite was not very particular.

He placed the wooden sculpture on the garbage heap, took out a small bottle of filled magic power and sprinkled it around, calling out in a low voice:

"God of Scavengers, God of Trash, God of the Abandoned, the guardian of the garbage dump, God of Scavengers, the noble Old Gani, with the ownership of all the garbage dumps in this city as a sacrifice, I sincerely call you to appear here."

Khadgar was dumbfounded by this strange request to God.

He was a mage, and he had seen many strange and strange things in his short life, but he had never seen this scene of praying to God in front of a garbage dump.

Broken!

Vigilant Could it be that he was under too much pressure and was hallucinating? Is there really a god in this world who regards garbage dumps as his territory?

Hello!

It sounds like there is no need for this kind of crooked god to exist, right?

"Poof"

Just when Khadgar was hesitating whether to test the temperature of Vigilant's head, amidst the rising smoke, a weird-looking but brightly colored weak dinosaur spirit actually poked its head out of the garbage.

Those big, flexible and cunning eyes were full of vigilance and curiosity.

"Wow, a distant city, a city in ruins! There are garbage dumps everywhere here, and treasures waiting to be redistributed everywhere! Old Gani likes it here, so, my summoner, you want Old Gani to help you.

Damn it!

Who are you not?

Aren't you the one who killed C'Thun in the Silithus desert?"

"It's okay if you can't remember other people's names. My name is Diakum."

Vigilant sighed and said:

"I know this name is a bit more difficult to pronounce than Trolls, but Gani, you are Loa God after all. Forget it, don't worry about it, I want to learn how to use Faith Power from you.

The reward is the ownership of the entire Stormwind garbage heap."

"Oh, how generous, my friend Blue Skins."

The old guy was very satisfied with the reward. He shook his paws and circled Diakum a few times, sneezed a few more times, and said:

"But you are a rich man, Old Gani doesn't like rich people! The jewels and jewels on your body blinded me, so let's make a long story short, there are many ways to use Faith Power, all-encompassing, and no one in the world knows how to use it better than us Loa God.

Tell me first, what do you want to do with your precious Faith Power?"

"The disaster of demonic invasion is breaking out in Northern Borderlands of this continent. I have to see the situation there with my own eyes. If possible, I can temporarily promote a few believers there."

Diakum explained:

"I need to give them a certain amount of strength so that they can fight against the demons and protect the people, but my war group only absorbs Lightforged, so this has to be done using the model between "familiar masters and dependents".

I'm not very versed in this."

"I understand, you need to create a few temporary "Divine Warrior" to do the dirty work for you! This is easy."

Old Gani is indeed the most approachable guy among all Loa God.

It quickly imparted this knowledge to Diakum. Vigilant was very satisfied, so he turned around and got on the carriage to start practicing. Old Gani was satisfied with the completion of the agreement and was planning to go around the ruined city and urinate in every garbage dump to declare his territory.

But before taking action, I heard Khadgar calling:

"This handsome guy Loa, please stay!"

"Huh?"

Old Gani looked back at Khadgar suspiciously, then sneezed several times, stepped back and said:

"Stay away from me! You damn rich man, the stench of wealth on your body is smelling to me. If you have anything to say, say it quickly, and if you have any farts, hurry up!"

"I am a pauper when I step on a horse, okay?"

Khadgar was embarrassed for a moment, then defended:

"I have nothing to offer."

"You have the Mage Tower that your mentor left for you. All the treasures there are all your property. You still have a title and maybe a territory! Damn it! Cunning rich people can't even pretend to be paupers to get close to this god."

Old Gani jumped and cursed:

"On behalf of all the paupers in the world, I condemn you severely!"

"Well, I can't argue with that."

Khadgar was embarrassed for a moment, and he whispered:

"You can be in all the trash, right?"

"How is it?"

Old Gani snorted, flicked his tail and said:

"All the garbage dumps in the whole world are the kingdom of Old Gani. Of course, Old Gani is a Loa with a bottom line. I will not just patronize those garbage piles that belong to others."

"Can you send me a letter to the garbage dump in Dalaran? That city has just been invaded by demons. There are ruins everywhere. There should be a lot of garbage dumps."

Kagard rubbed his hands and said:

"There are also garbage dumps in those villages of Northern Borderlands. We can send messages to those poor people, asking them to go to their respective nearby seaports as soon as possible. Kul Tiras's fleet will soon send a ship to pick them up."

"Oh, it's not impossible. It won't take much time to deliver the letter anyway, but what about the sacrifice?"

Old Gani blinked at Khadgar, stretched out a paw and said:

"Don't use those treasures on your body to stain my eyes. Old Gani only wants garbage as a sacrifice, and it must be useful garbage. If you can't give it to me, don't blame Old Gani for not helping."

Khadgar blinked.

This strange request made him think for a few seconds. Just when he was scratching his head and wondering where to find garbage for this strange Loa, Garona came over and whispered a few words. The young Grand Magus then looked at the Purple Fir Staff in his hand with a strange look.

He was cruel, poured the magic card into it, broke his Purple Fir Staff with a scratch, and handed it to the wide-eyed Old Gani with both hands.

says:

"Hey, a brand new factory-made junk staff cannot be restored to its original state even if it is repaired, but it is still very precious. Is this enough?"

"Hey boy, you are really a talent!"

Old Gani snorted, reluctantly accepted the staff, and decided to take it back to Xiu Yixiu for his chief garbage dump high priest to use. He flicked his tail and said:

"Go, write a letter and I'll pick it up in ten minutes. It's best to mark where and to whom it should be sent. Don't let me go in vain. You are quite capable. Old Gani recognizes you. If you encounter any trouble in the future, contact the garbage dump and I will help you.

But don't play tricks next time.

What I pursue is to help the poor, but I cannot do so by damaging treasures.

You are shaming us paupers. Although we are poor, we also have dignity.

If you say you want garbage, you just want garbage!

Understand?"

Lordaeron Holy Light Bishop Priest Benedictus of the Cathedral returned to his Meditation Room tiredly.

Compared to his usual simple but clean robes, today his body was stained with blood.

That was the blood stained while treating those brave Warrior and the innocent wounded. The demons that suddenly appeared suddenly attacked the city last night and have not stopped until now. The brave knights of King Terenas, led by Sir Uther, fought against the demons repeatedly for the city wall. Yesterday alone, the number of casualties in this city exceeded 10,000.

"The cowards who embraced Fel opened the portal in the city, and the screaming imps and ferocious hellhounds rushed out of the darkest streets, and the unsuspecting innocents became their prey.

Larger cracks appeared outside the city. Groups of Demon Guard rushed towards the city wall. The sky was filled with magic bats and Doomguard flying around. I saw three streets destroyed by Hellfire near the church.

Corpses littered the fields, and benevolent people who had lost their loved ones were wailing everywhere.

The demons are howling, they just want to eat that mouthful of blood and torture the souls of the dead

Oh my God, my God!

Holy Light ah."

The always strong bishop knelt down in front of Holy Crest, who represented Holy Light.

He clasped his hands in front of his chest and closed his eyes tightly as he recalled the Mortal realm tragedy he had seen today.

He was extremely eager for Holy Light to send a miracle at this time to protect this city and this kingdom that was suddenly in turmoil.

Just as his mentor Archbishop Alonsus Faol wrote in the letter, a foreign Saint descended on the Stormwind Kingdom in the light, bringing hope and a reversal of victory to the country that was besieged by Green Skins.

Lordaron Kingdom also needs such a miracle.

But no.

Holy Light did not drop a miracle.

Even because of the obstruction and pollution of demons, it has become extremely difficult for Priest people in the city to even sense Holy Light.

It was as if Holy Light. abandoned them at this desperate moment.

"Why?"

The devout Benedictus did not abandon Holy Light's faith because of this, but he really couldn't understand why the power of faith could not protect good people when they needed it most.

Is Holy Light not as omnipotent as he claimed in the past? Is light destined to be defeated by darkness? Is this land destined to be shrouded in shadow? Is this some kind of trial from the light?

"If this is a trial, please enlighten me, Holy Light."

He whispered and lowered his head to Holy Crest, wanting his faith to give him the strength to persevere, but there was no response for a long time. Only the darkness outside the window mixed with mourning accompanied him. Maybe.

"The fire under the sun is hot and hot, but it is not as guiding as the dim light in the night. Holy Light did not abandon you and this city, Benedictus, Holy Light found you, Holy Light embraced you.

You have walked into the darkness, so you must light up the light!"

When the bishop suddenly raised his head, the Holy Crest in front of him burst out with rays of light, like some kind of miracle falling. The light converged in front of his eyes into the phantom of Light Wings Seraphim holding a sword and holding a sutra.

Look at him with majestic eyes that day.

"Be my eyes, my blade and my torch."

The voice called:

"Embrace Holy Light, but there is no need to resist the shadow. Lost child, this city needs you! Come and walk into the light of Vigilant."