"Some of them are indeed heroes, but most of them are not real warriors."

"Don't worry, Jarod."

Illidan said:

"As long as they come here, as long as they see the terror of the devil, they will become qualified warriors, or they will die here as cowards."

"No matter what happens, it is a dignified exit, and this is the best place to train troops!"

—

"The Pope is very moved by your victory, and he entrusted me to congratulate you on your behalf."

The white-haired knight Uther, accompanied by Dathrohan, walked in the city that Xonos had cleaned up. This demonic city is quite strange to humans, but it is not unacceptable.

.

The fog of death has purified the evil energy in the city. Now the city is dead silent, with only some death knights busy. Soon, this city will serve as the rear base of the Niscala front. They

You must be prepared for the devil's imminent counterattack.

"The Pope praises you as true warriors. Although you do not walk with the Holy Light, your achievements cannot be erased."

Uther looked at the occupied city with emotion:

"Who would have thought that the power of Azeroth would grow so rapidly. In the blink of an eye, we would be fighting among the stars. Alas, I am already old."

Uther's old injuries never healed. After he left for the empire, he stopped serving as a military commander and turned to training new paladins. However, in the eyes of Dathrohan, Uther was still the same brave man as before.

The lightbringer, he whispered to Uther:

"You are so favored by the Holy Light, old friend, you may be able to become the next Pope. Speaking of which, the body under the Crown of Faao"

When this issue was mentioned, Uther was a little silent and a little sad. He shook his head and whispered:

"Maybe he won't be able to survive this winter. The priests of the Cathedral of Light are already preparing for the Holy Spirit Ceremony. He joked with me two days ago that maybe he can go find Tyrion to extend his life, but you and I both know that he won't

That’s what I did.”

"Dathrohan."

Uther raised his head and looked at the dark green sun in the sky of Xonos, and he said:

"His Majesty Faao asked me to tell you, if you really need help from the Holy Light World, he will help you. Do you understand what I mean? If the Order can make a contract and become the Holy Light Faith of Azeroth,

The eternal sleepless guardian of the system, he is even willing to issue a "Declaration of Jihad" for your war."

This sentence made Dathrohan raise his head subconsciously, and a hint of surprise flashed in the death knight's eyes:

"Is the old man crazy? He wants to actively accept the existence of us undead? Isn't he afraid of the Holy Light Church's belief split?"

A bitter smile appeared on Uther's face, and the old knight said a little uneasily:

"The old man felt that his end was coming, and he had already given up."

"It's not just you. Fa'ao intends to completely resolve the disputes within the human empire before he is summoned by the Holy Light. He is very stubborn this time. He is burning his own little life. No one can dissuade him.

, but I don’t know either.”
Chapter completed!