The soldier jogged all the way to the gate tower and hurriedly told his general that a group of priests had appeared at the city gates.
The officer, who had golden eyebrows, a square face, and a greatsword at his waist, immediately stood up.
"Are you sure it's a whole group?" the officer asked solemnly.
"General! There's no mistake!" the soldier answered at once. As a squad leader who had taken the warrior class, he could not have mistaken the gentle aura those people exuded.
Seeing that his subordinate was serious and not joking, the officer finally understood the importance of the matter.
Priests were one of the Human race's vital sources of strength, and every kingdom desperately wanted them, especially the Stormwind Kingdom, which the other nations had isolated. The total number of priests in the kingdom did not even reach double digits. They were arguably more precious than the esteemed mages.
"Come! Let's take a look. We must receive them properly. I need to report to the Royal Palace immediately. This is big enough to stir the entire kingdom." Without further hesitation, the officer strode down from the gate tower.
The soldier hurried after his general. If he handled this well, he might leap straight from sergeant to staff sergeant, going from a squad leader commanding ten men to a company commander commanding fifty.
The two descended to the gates, one behind the other, and were met with a shocking sight.
The enormous gateway shone like a small sun, constantly radiating white light. The commoners who had been waiting in a long line now crowded around it so tightly that no one could get through.
Bliss covered every face. It was like having a basin of cool water poured over them in the scorching summer heat, leaving their