Light's Hope Chapel.
In the nearly hundred years since this hall was not majestic, but extremely simple, but of great significance, it has not been stained with a trace of blood, but today, for the first time, Renault's blood dyed this Holy Land red.
"Where is Dick?"
Old Mograine asked, his voice was low and gentle, and there was no hint of Anger's appearance at all, but anyone familiar with him knew that this was exactly how the old knight looked when he was extremely angry.
"Grand Knight of Order has his own affairs, and I am his plenipotentiary representative!"
After the end of Battle of Mount Hyjal, Liadrin has been helping Princess Caliea and Jaina handle government affairs. She is now an upper-level figure of Theramore. Several months of experience have given her not only peace but also an awe-inspiring aura. Although she is still not as powerful as the old knights over the years, at least she can barely compete.
"Grand Knight of Order? What's that name?"
Contrary to everyone's expectations, the old knight did not explode immediately, but continued to ask. Obviously, the title Grand Knight of Order has never appeared in Order of the Silver Hand.
The answer this time was not Liadrin, but Darion who has been as cold as a piece of ice since returning to Northern Frontier.
"Grand Knight of Order is the leader of Argent Dawn, and the eight subordinates Title Knight are Commander, Mr. Erigor is Knight of Justice, Miss Liadrin is Knight of Mercy, Herod Commander is Knight of Valor. By the way, my father, Argent Dawn is Order of Knights that was ordered by Princess Caliea of Theramore. So, we are not the "clowns" you say!"
Darion glanced at his father, was silent for a moment, and continued,
"Actually, Argent Dawn, who swore allegiance to Princess Caliea and Theramore, is more legitimate than Silver Hand! You haven't sworn allegiance to Crown Princess yet, have you?"
"Absurd! Silver Hand will always end up House of Menethil."
Old Mograine snorted noncommittally, and turned to Darion with the same gaze as Lion, with a trace of sarcasm and a trace of imperceptible regret on his face,
"And what about you? My child, what the hell are you?"
"Formal introduction, Baron of Theramore, Demon-Slaying Champion, Blade of Mount Hyjal, Defender of the World Tree, Argent Dawn Knight of Honor Darion-Mograine Say hello to you, Mograine Grand Knight!"
When these words came to light, the first person who jumped out to question was not Old Mograine, but the grumpy General Abbendis. This old general was almost 50 years old, but his temper had always been difficult to control. Especially when he saw Darion treating his brother like this, the uncontrollable Anger drove him to explode on the spot.
"Asshole! Traitor! Clown! Liar!"
"You cowards, the civilians are enough! How dare you come here to show off and cheat, Kalimdor? Huh, I really doubt you are there! Still Demon-Slaying War! Bah!"
"Oops!"
The old General Abbendis's cursing voice stopped suddenly, because an Warglaives was pressed against his neck. With just a slight push forward, the old head would leave the body. At this time, even Old Mograine couldn't help but hold the Longsword Ashbringer behind him, because the appearance of the guy in front of him with an iron Owl like Helm, a green cloak studded with blades and a green armor was too weird!
Everyone present could swear that this guy jumped out from the shadow of General Abbendis!
"I have no problem with you insulting each other, but please don't question Kaldorei's judgment. First Expeditionary Force lost one-third of Champion in Mount Hyjal. Their names will always be spread in the history of Kaldorei. Insulting these Champion is equivalent to insulting the entire Kaldorei!"
Maiev was very unhappy, and the voice with obvious murderous intent spread throughout the hall.
But unfortunately, except for First Expeditionary Force who has been with Elf for a long time, that is, the members of Argent Dawn, of all the people here, there are only a few knowledgeable guys who can understand the complex Thalassian. But these few people are enough, Archmage Duane stopped everyone from drawing out their weapons, walked to Maiev with Staff, bent down to salute, and spat out a not fluent Thalassian. Although he stumbled, communication was no problem.
"Dear Madam, I apologize to you on behalf of my companion. This place is too far away from Kalimdor. It is difficult for us to imagine things tens of thousands of miles away. I personally want to believe in the credibility of Kaldorei, so please put down your weapons. This will cause Conflict to upgrade!"
Maiev was silent for a moment, put away the ferocious Warglaives, and shook his head.
"Humans always like to speculate on the truth that they have never seen! Don't question Mount Hyjal in front of us, that is a sacred war!"
Maiev turned around and disappeared into the shadow of Duane. The scene returned to the previous confrontation, but with Wardens's elusive "assassination performance", there was no stupid young man who would jump out to cause trouble, Paladin is indeed stubborn sometimes, but this does not mean that they are a group of fools. Seeing this mystery, it seems that the assassins of Elf from some kind of secret force stood up to vouch for Argent Dawn. No one can say anything in doubt.
After all, Paladins's extraordinary momentum cannot be faked.
"Okay, my son, you finally lived up to the Bloodline in your body!"
The old knight closed his eyes, and Fule opened them again. It seemed ordinary, but the trembling hands hidden under the table showed the old knight's excitement. Although they had turned against each other, it did not mean that the connection between father and son was severed.
In fact, regarding Old Mograine's somewhat impulsive behavior at that time, Dick even vaguely guessed that these great nobles had the idea of "not putting all their eggs in one basket", which is what the old knight Bao Buqi did.
But apart from Alexandros himself, no one really knows what he was thinking at that time.
After a few minutes of silence, when the atmosphere became strange, Liadrin cleared his throat and spoke again,
"Order Knight is opposed to Silver Hand's formation of Scarlet Crusade! If you insist on having your own way, we have the right to remove Stratholme from your administration. Divided from the administrative area! And 1500 Recruits among them, these will belong to the legal heirs of Kingdom of Lordaeron, Lord of Theramore Under the jurisdiction of Princess Caliea!"
"..."
The scene was stagnant again. Everyone present turned their attention to Alexandros and several other elders. Grand Inquisitor Isillien looked gloomy. The old man with a square personality said,
"What if we don't agree!"
This time the answer was Erigor. High Knight, who was born in Silver Hand, is also very sad about the current situation, but he is from a civilian background and is not interested in Old Mograine's "aristocratic ideas". In addition, he and Dick After being together for so long, people who are close to each other are red and black, so naturally they won't have much support for Old Mograine's actions, and Erigor has enough Wisdom to know what kind of impact the establishment of Scarlet Crusade will have on Silver Hand!
That kind of dangerous offensive-only thinking, if not restrained, will soon turn into some kind of Purification fanaticism!
What's even worse is that this will create a rift of faith within Silver Hand! The final result can only be a split in form and in various senses! Although there are many understandings of Holy Light's teachings, this is the first time for such a split in the true sense!
Yes, Dick specifically discussed this matter with him before leaving, and Erigor was convinced!
So his voice also became harder.
"Although it is regrettable, if the Silver Hand command insists on going its own way, then we can only think that this is an act of division against the sacred Silver Hand. Order of the Silver Hand is under the jurisdiction of House of Menethil. Due to the current situation, Princess Caliea, the only blood descendant of Menethil and the only one qualified to inherit the throne, will declare Scarlet Crusade an illegal organization!"
"So, your response is war?"
General Abbendis touched the slight blood stain on his neck. He looked at Erigor seriously and asked,
"Do you know what this means?"
"War!"
Herod, who is tall and strong and has been silent since entering the door, said in a deep voice,
"War of Faith! The cruelest war! You will face a joint attack from Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Dalaran, Theramore, and Kaldorei! We will not leave Northern Frontier or Fate in the hands of a group of Madmen. I heard that you even advocated refusing to accept civilians Paladin? And you plan to arm civilians into the battlefield? This is really crazy! If you don't have enough means to deal with Undead, then let us do it!"
These murderous words made the scene become silent again.
Especially when faced with three hundred Paladin wearing Dragonbone Steel Armor with overwhelming momentum, as well as countless Wardens hiding in the shadows, this threat is even more unforgettable, and some pessimistic people have quietly grasped the hilt of the sword.
Only a fool would believe that this group of Madmen who came back from Kalimdor would openly confront Silver Hand. They brought 300 people with them. If they launched an attack, except for Old Mograine and several other Hero, no one else would have any hope of surviving!
These Madmen! They came with the determination to perish together!
Old Mograine couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword behind his back. In his decades-long war career, when had he been threatened like this? Old Paladin's tone was solemn,
"Since the establishment of Silver Hand, we have never been threatened like this! I want to see what gave you such Arrogance Courage!"
Liadrin took a deep breath and raised her left hand high, like some kind of signal.
"In that case, then... unfortunately, the war has begun!"
"Bang!"
The next second, with a loud noise, the entire roof of Light's Hope Chapel was lifted open, and eight heads were beating on Wings. The body was like an illusion, turning from virtual to real, and a shadow covering the sky appeared in the sky above everyone's heads. This For a moment, some women Paladin couldn't help but their legs weakened and knelt on the ground. Screams and cries came one after another throughout Holy Light's Hope Town, along with the sound of Wings beating wind, reaching everyone's ears.
That's...Dragon!
Dragon exists only in human myths and legends!
At this moment, the giant monster that emerged from ancient times, the Eight-Headed Buddha, had already appeared in the sky above Light's Hope Chapel.
The old knight's face had become gloomy to the extreme. Although he was not afraid of these Whelp who had just grown up, he saw the meaning behind these Whelp, plus the 300 Paladin in front of him who were holding weapons. This kind of pressure made him grit his teeth.
"Do you really think that if you invite Dragon, you can the Master everything? Silver Hand is never afraid of war..."
"You are crazy!!"
Darion, who couldn't stand it any longer, threw out a word and turned to walk out of the hall. Whitemane, Alexandros's most beloved adopted daughter, was pulled by his arm and forcibly taken out of the hall.
"Sister, he has gone crazy! Follow me, we go to Theramore, this place has been occupied by Madmen."
"No! I can't leave my father behind. Your departure has broken my father's heart...Darion, how did you become like this! Dick did it, right? Was it the Demon who deceived you, right? Darion, please, come back!"
Whitemane pulled Darion's arm, tears streaked across her face, Darion's cold face also moved slightly, he sighed, stretched out his hand and touched the top of Whitemane's head,
"My sister, do you really think that we are here to deal with father... to deal with Mograine Grand Knight? You are wrong. The problems within Silver Hand are bigger than you think. Just stand here and take a look, Order Knight, he is the one who really cares about Silver Hand and Northern Frontier Fate's people, Mograine Grand Knight were bewitched by darkness, but he himself didn't know what kind of crazy thing he was doing."
Dragon was on alert in the sky, and Wardens appeared from the shadows, faintly surrounding Old Mograine. At the same moment, a man from Argent Dawn's camp also walked out. The little Mage, this is a Gnomes, but the moment he appeared, the expression of old Fa Instructor Duane changed. He smelled the change of Arcane Power in the air, and shouted loudly,
"Get off this sacred ground! Evil's Warlock! This is not where you should be!"
"That's enough! Master Duane!"
Liadrin's voice sounded again, "There is corrosion inside Silver Hand. You are being dragged into Abyss by some kind of Evil force! We are here for From this, Master Wilfred is a real expert in dealing with Demon. Just stand aside and watch, you will always remember today! This will be a day when Silver Hand is completely humiliated!"
(This chapter has been rewritten over and over again, but I still feel that it is a bit lacking in taste. It may be due to the state of the chapter. However, I still have to explain that the chapter yesterday was not out of chapter. I can swear that it was really unintentional.)