Chapter 595 56. What did you just say (load the gun)? -Additional update[25]
(Additional update for "SpongeBob of the Deep Sea" brother [2/5])
General Stiltek also didn't expect that he would be so unlucky
She led a large formation of four Arathi Empire's most advanced airships, loaded with supplies and the empire's most outstanding soldiers, as well as the most devout and fanatical State Priest, along with some invited explorers, and of course the spellcasting masters of "New Stromgarde".
They accepted the cheers and blessings from the citizens in the royal capital, and the bishops of the state church personally lit the airship Holy Flame, praying that the flames would protect their health.
On an auspicious day, Ms. Stittek's exploration fleet set off.
With the desire and pursuit beyond the storm, and the sacred mission from the Emperor, they carefully and accurately sailed into the climate of the Storm Sea based on the experience summed up by countless explorers over the past thousand years.
The first half of the trip went very smoothly.
The expedition team of General Stiltek passed through several deadly cyclones without any danger, and successfully arrived at the outermost edge of the Storm Sea. It only needed to break through the last layer of storm cyclones to escape from the dangerous climate environment and enter the wider "Old World".
They have been preparing for this for a long time. Ms. Stittek has arrived here before, so she is very experienced.
With the help of Holy Flame to suppress the energy in the area around the ship, they first used naval guns to fire special alchemical ammunition, and after weakening the cyclone energy level through a series of complex chemical reactions, they rushed out in one go.
Facts have proved that Ms. Stittek is indeed the most talented explorer of the Arathi Empire. She led this airship fleet to break through the obstruction of the Storm Sea without losing even a single crew member.
The most seriously injured was an unlucky drunkard who accidentally entered the bobcat cage in a panic and was bitten by a bobcat.
As the first explorer in the past three thousand years to break through the Storm Sea and enter Old World, she should have become a legend in the entire empire. However, before Ms. Stittek could take a good breath of the air of "Old World", a huge storm appeared without warning in the supposedly safe sea area.
It was cloudless one second, and the four airships were almost instantly involved in the terrifying Thunder storm the next.
The crew members were unable to react at all. Some superstitious guys firmly believed that this was "Old World's punishment". They, New World people, should not leave Storm Sea so casually.
The storms that prevented them from leaving were not curses, but protection.
Look, look, you had to leave your beautiful and warm imperial home to look for the damn New World, but you were struck by lightning as soon as you came out!
This is a divine punishment!
The unlucky Ms. Stittek happened to be operating the observation device on the deck, and was hit in the body by a lightning strike. She did not die, but was knocked into a coma, which directly caused the airship fleet to lose command.
But fortunately, State Priest were tough enough and pious enough. When the fleet was in chaos, they took the first step to stabilize the situation.
Referring to the suggestions of several other captains, Priest immediately decided to make an emergency landing on the island below.
It was too dangerous to fly in that Thunder storm without warning. Even if these airships were equipped with the empire's most advanced navigation and protection equipment, they would not be able to fully withstand every Thunder that hit them.
Moreover, State Priest are all heroes who can purify the soul by opening the book and open the brain by closing the book. They are not afraid of the danger brought by the storm at all. They are only afraid that they will not be able to complete the mission given by Holy Flame.
These fanatical guys became the backbone of the fleet at the most dangerous time.
They guarded Holy Flame on the ship in the terrifying storm, making the light emitted by the four sacred braziers become the source of light for the One in the dark storm, and Holy Flame lived up to the efforts of these devout people.
The four braziers really protected and healed the crew's fears, and they finally made an emergency landing on the island before the storm gathered into a more terrifying form.
The good news is that there weren't many casualties.
The bad news is that an airship was carried into the sea during the emergency landing, causing Holy Flame to burn out.
Holy Flame goes out!!!
God, this is an ending more terrifying than death!
The dizzy State Priests who were thrown didn't even have time to heal themselves, so they took out their tinder boxes to rekindle the flames, and then
They were attacked by a group of "Old World Barbarians" who suddenly rushed out from the coast.
"Don't move!"
Daelin "jumped" onto the ship. In the chaos, he grabbed the sword and put it against the neck of the female Priest, whose head was still bleeding but insisted on lighting the extinguished sacred flame brazier on the deck of the ship. He shouted loudly:
"We mean no harm!"
State Priest looked at Daelin indifferently, and then glanced at the sword against her neck. She doubted whether the human being "Old World" in front of her was mentally flawed.
You stand on horseback and hold the knife high to my neck, and then say you mean no harm?
Are you crazy?
And most importantly, Daelin chose the wrong target.
The general judged with common sense that these Priests wearing robes should be leaders with low force value but high status among the group of refugees, so he led a team to raid to control these Priests so that they could complete an interrogation.
But the common sense of "Old World" obviously cannot control other people's New World. The Priest of the Holy Flame state religion are not Church of the Holy Light's weaklings who can only recite sutras. Every year, there is a "practical combat" subject in the State Priest selection.
A reserve Priest must defeat twelve candidates with his bare hands before he can be awarded the official title of Priest.
The immortal person Daelin held hostage was a high-level Priest.
Each golden and red holy emblem on her robe represents that she participated in and won a war for the empire's external expansion. There are a total of seven such red holy emblems on this elderly lady's robe.
So, Daelin asks for a hammer and gets a hammer.
The moment he saw the lady put down her hand, the admiral just breathed a sigh of relief when a dazzling flame erupted in front of his eyes, making Daelin squint his eyes like a flashbang.
Just because of this oversight, a heavy iron fist hit the general on the chin.
His legendary Warrior was blasted into the air, and State Priest, whose head was bleeding, performed a wonderful and fatal "Holy Flame Spinning Kick" in the air.
Daelin flew directly out of the airship that rolled over on the coast and hit the rocks on the coast. He felt that at least three of his sternums were broken.
Riding on a horse!
Is this damn woman so capable of beating?
"For Holy Flame! thugs, your ashes will be offered in front of the Holy Fire Seat!"
State Priest picked up the wooden war spear that Daelin had dropped, raised it high, let the blazing holy fire surround the war spear to consecrate it, and then roared to his followers:
"Old World's barbarians are preventing us from setting Holy Flame on fire! It's unforgivable, beat them up, and use weapons and fists to make them feel the punishment of Holy Flame!"
"Roar!"
The embarrassed Warriors immediately lined up on the spot, and the veteran sailors under Daelin were not willing to be outdone and stepped forward to fight. On the beach in trouble, the two sides fought against each other, and the generals fought in a lively manner.
But Zhou Zhuo already noticed something was wrong.
He found a greeting letter stamped with the emperor's seal in the arms of a Arathi people who he rescued from the water. It was a letter addressed to "His Majesty Anduin Lothar of the Strom'kar Empire".
This is enough to prove that these people really come from the Arathi Empire in the Storm Sea, and that they really went to visit Eastern Kingdoms in the name of that "Emperor".
Oops!
Isn't this internal strife within your own family?
Zhou Zhuo grabbed the wet letter and glanced towards the coast.
The good news is that both sides experienced a shipwreck, resulting in both sides losing their real weapons. They can only fight each other with fists and rocks on the airship deck, but if the fight continues, there will be real blood.
No!
The righteous self cannot turn a blind eye!
Zhou Zhuo took out a strange jade stone from his arms. It was Jade Golem that he bought from Jade Lotus at a high price when he left Pandaria. It was specially bought as a good thing for self-defense.
"Urgent as a rule, go!"
Lao Zhou recited a Pandaria spell and smashed the jade in his hand.
When the thing hit the ground, it burst into cyan light and turned into a ferocious sapphire Black Ox. It stepped on the ground and rushed towards the guys who were fighting each other, forcing them to separate with the force of trampling.
Zhou Zhuo whistled himself and called his Xianglong partner Mishi.
This little guy is a treasure left to him by his father, a noble Xianglong begged from Windward Isle. Mishi has beautiful purple scales and looks very noble at first glance.
However, this little guy is just a baby dragon. Xianglong's growth period is very long. Although Pandaren can live for a long time due to their abstinence and nourishment, Zhou Zhuo probably won't see the day when Mishi grows up.
But Xianglong is a very magical dragon. They have many secret techniques. They can move clouds, spread rain, and change freely. Therefore, when Mishi fell, it turned into a giant dragon with fangs and claws. It flew Zhou Zhuo to the battlefield, and smashed it on the ground with its breath that was not powerful enough, forcing Daelin and State Priest to separate.
"We are all our own! Don't fight!"
Zhou Zhuo fell down and threw the letter in his hand to the admiral, whose eyes were already red. The latter was immediately embarrassed when he saw the orthodox and elegant greeting letter written in Arathi.
He threw away the sword and took the initiative to shout at the majestic Priest with clenched fists in front of him and the holy flames wrapped around his body:
"My fault! I was too Recklessness, Arathi Empire's partner"
"Who are your companions? Infidels!"
State Priest doesn't appreciate it.
She glared at the Storm Church badge hanging on Daelin's chest and scolded:
"How can humans believe in these messy evil gods? Only Holy Light and Holy Flame are our salvation. You Old World and the Fallen deserve to be thrown into the fire and burned to death."
"You ride on the horse"
Daelin was also angry, but was still persuaded by Zhou Zhuo.
Lao Zhou indicated that he was getting down to business. Their expedition team came here to find evidence of the existence of the Arathi Empire. Now that they have found a living Arathi people, this is enough for Lothar to communicate with the empire.
"Are you a believer of Holy Light?"
Captain Cyrus took a step forward and showed the Church of the Holy Light badge in his hand. This ancient emblem and the exquisite Saintess Statue finally made the angry female Priest look gentler.
She put away the holy flame, drew a more complicated triangle Holy Crest on her chest, and said to Captain Cyrus:
"It seems that you are still cared for by Holy Light, and you can still be saved. Thanks to Holy Flame's guidance, we found the true brothers of faith after the disaster. Where are you from?"
Cyrus glanced at Daelin, and the admiral nodded, indicating that he would complete the rest of the conversation.
The battle on the coast soon attracted other people who crash-landed on the island. When Ms. Stittek, who had just woken up, wrapped her injured head into a bandage like Ah San, and looked sick with a fully armed Arathi Warrior, riding the mighty Imperial Lynx, rushed onto the coast. At the same time, two other ships that were separated from Daelin also appeared on the sea not far away.
The two expedition teams achieved a "victorious rendezvous" because of a sudden storm.
To be honest, considering the ridiculous flying altitude of the airship Arathi Empire, if it hadn't been for this storm, both sides would definitely have missed the boat.
Compared with the fanatical State Priests, General Stiltek, as an explorer, is obviously more in line with the appetite of Daelin. Both of them are truly brave explorers.
After sharing their identities and experiences with each other, they quickly became friends.
Especially after listening to Ms. Stittek describe "Emperor's Illusion", Daelin realized that this must be some kind of religious wonder created by Diakum the Saint.
"I have met Vigilant, a truly kind alien Saint, and it was he who raised the possibility of your existence to Marshal Lothar. I suspect that at that time he had already confirmed your existence."
Daelin sighed and said:
"But he is a prophet. As we all know, prophets are all Riddler. They will never speak well. Maybe all this today is in his plan."
"I'm more concerned about another thing."
Ms. Stittek whispered:
"Emperor Lothar really has Emperor's Sword Strom'kar in his hands?"
"Well, we don't just have Strom'kar."
Daelin grinned and said as if sharing a secret:
"With the blessing of Holy Light, the spirit body of the late king Emperor Thoradin has become Guardians of Kings of Marshal Lothar. When I drank with Lothar before, I heard the late king telling us about the process of establishing Stromgarde.
He is truly a very charismatic Emperor."
"Ah?!"
Arathi Empire's adventurers were all dumbfounded.
She really didn't expect that the "legal system" of Eastern Kingdoms's new empire would be so powerful? Emperor's Sword wasn't enough, and even Emperor Thoradin's soul was called back from the coffin board?
Hiss, this is really troublesome.
If the two countries really want to separate an orthodox inheritance in the future, Arathi Empire will really be greatly disadvantaged in this regard.
Daelin also seemed to realize what this powerful adventure master was worried about. He played with his dwarf pipe that was too wet to light and whispered:
"You are the real Arathor Second Empire. As for us, we are the "Strom'kar" empire. As can be seen from the name, we have no direct legal inheritance from the Arathor Empire more than two thousand years ago.
Although Marshal Lothar is indeed the blood descendant of Emperor Thoradin, Lothar did not rebuild the empire with his own blood.
Therefore, your emperor does not have to worry about the legal relationship between the two parties,"
"What did you just say?"
The female Priest who had fought with Daelin was now wrapping a bandage on herself. Then she looked at Daelin coldly and grabbed a cross-handed gun decorated with the emblem of faith in her hand.
He had the idea of blowing off this "barbarian's" head if he disagreed with him.
"You can't call our empire "second". Ahem, this is too blasphemous! The inheritance of the Thoradin Empire has never been cut off. We are the continuation of the orthodox empire. We just changed the country's name to distinguish it from Old World."
Ms. Stittek also corrected her seriously:
"This is a matter of national integrity, General, please be more serious!"
"And this kind of thing cannot be said by words alone. The two emperors and their majesties must discuss it themselves after meeting."
A middle-aged Priest next to Ms. Stittek sighed and said:
"This is not something that we servants of Holy Flame should discuss. In fact, this meeting is not a bad thing. If you can contact Marshal Lothar. We hope to have a private discussion before the formal meeting between the two parties.
We also have the current owner of the Lothar Family and his wife on board.
If Marshal Lothar is willing, he can have a conversation with his relatives on this island."
"And the Emperor's order to us is to support "War of Light and Darkness" of Kul Tiras!"
Ms. Stittek emphasized:
"Diplomatic relations with the Strom'kar Empire can only be carried out after the victory of that War of Light and Darkness.
Please understand, General Daelin, Arathi Empire is a theocratic country. For us, the desire to realize Holy Flame's justice is far higher than the pursuit of secular power."
"That's really great!"
Hearing that these brave Arathi people were going to support Kul Tiras's war, Daelin's eyes suddenly lit up and he said:
"We have the magic stone made by Dalaran. You can contact Eastern Continent. Please wait a moment. I will let the mages start preparations."
"Wait!"
The Priest suddenly called out to Daelin who was getting up. He asked with some excitement:
"Dalaran is the city-state established by the former imperial mages, right? So Alodi, is your first Guardians of Tirisfal still alive?"
"Huh?"
Daelin looked at Priest in surprise. The latter pushed back his long golden hair and exposed his pointed ears. He introduced himself:
"I am a Half Elf. My grandfather once fought with Lord Alodi and learned the truth of Arcane. His biggest regret in life was that he could not see his friend again before he died."
"Your Excellency Alodi has passed away, but I heard that he left some strange inheritance in Dalaran."
Daelin explains:
"As for the old friend, there is a Half Elf Lich named "Meryl Winterstorm"."
"Yes! Master Meryl Winterstorm!"
Half Elf Priest became even more excited, and he said in a choked voice:
"My grandfather also has his records in his notebooks. Ah, it's so good at last. I can finally realize my family's long-cherished wish."