The Red Dragon Queen felt as though she had used up centuries' worth of shock in a single day. This force that had appeared out of nowhere had given her far too many surprises lately.
Back when she was among the High Elves, she had not observed this organization up close. She had always sensed an intensely oppressive presence in that city, so she had only watched from a distance for a while. She saw that they had not gone to war with the High Elves, and that the High Elves even got along quite well with them.
That had put her mind at ease, and she had then headed toward the land of evil. Yet experiencing this organization at close range now made her realize that it was anything but ordinary.
"Are there many soldiers like these?" the Red Dragon Queen asked absently, still dazed.
Medivh's answer, however, made her alluring eyes widen.
"Not that many came to the Stormwind Kingdom. Just one army group, about twenty thousand troops."
"What? There are twenty thousand warriors with power like this?" the Red Dragon Queen exclaimed.
Her cry shattered the tranquility of the Holy Church. The worshippers praying devoutly around them all turned to look. In truth, the Holy Church branches had long since ceased to serve as places of prayer. People still came to pray because it was a custom in this world: they believed they could hear the teachings of the great holy light only by going to the place closest to their god.
The Holy Light Clerics were rather helpless about it, too. Traditions could not be changed overnight, and this tendency had only intensified after the Stormwind Kingdom's Church of the Holy Light merged with the Holy Church. The branches had originally been intended to handle some