"I'm fine, don't worry about me, brothers...I'm full of power now, let's go kill a few people!"

"Oh! Look at me!"

Alex, the architect who drank the golden potion, also shouted. A golden light rippled in his palm, much like the grace of the Holy Light, but more violent, hotter and more aggressive than the Holy Light.

The blood from the Sunfire demigod Rukhmar aroused the affinity for magic in his blood. Alex recalled the spell-casting movements of the priests in Stormwind City. He imitated those priests and raised his hands, a ball of golden

, a very unstable flame-like light fell crookedly on Hank, healing the cracked wounds on the veteran's body, but also giving him a slight pain like being burned by flames.

"I'm a priest, everyone!"

Alex raised his hand happily, and the uncontrollable golden flame quickly ignited the map in his hand. Alex panicked and wanted to put out the flame, but the next moment, he appeared silently.

Van Cleef, who was beside him, stretched out his hand to extinguish the flame. He put his hand on Alex's shoulder and whispered:

"But it's definitely not the Holy Light that gives you strength, my brother..."

Van Cleef looked at the others, as if waiting for their decision. After a while, everyone drank all the potions in their hands, and Van Cleef carried the box and handed it to Willy in Black. He said calmly

Voice said:

"Dilute the potions and distribute them to all the brothers. Now that someone has given us the power we need, it's time to show the nobles how we fight."
Chapter completed!