Under the leadership of a paladin, Blake set foot in the quiet church surrounded by warm holy light.

Although his face was still expressionless, he was actually a little touched in his heart.

Not only because Marshal Lothar's words about entrusting the Assassin's Alliance to the Assassin Alliance were very heart-warming, but also because as the Grand Marshal, he was able to pay attention to his own little assassin when he was responsible for the decisive battle between humans and orcs.

Perhaps this is a power tactic to win over people's hearts.

But I have to say that this is also part of Losana's powerful personality.

A leader who never forgets the efforts of his subordinates, and who takes the initiative to care for his subordinates, will definitely win the loyalty and dedication of his subordinates.

Lothar can care about every soldier and warrior he knows, and make it a habit and instinct, so it is not surprising that he can eventually lead the alliance to overthrow the tribe.

In addition, part of the warmth in his heart came from the golden holy light surrounding this small church.

Just like a lamp,

In the center of the circular church in front of you, there is a golden light shining. It is not dazzling, but very warm, reminding people of a mother's warm hands.

Hold in your arms all those who accept it.

This is the Holy Light.

It represents hope, justice, purity, selflessness, and a power to heal all kinds of positive energy. It is also one of the six original powers of Azeroth and even the stars.

Together with the arcane, they are the two powers that humans currently have the deepest control over.

It's not just a force either.

It represents a kind of belief. As far as Blake knows, the Holy Light Faith has already emerged with the rise of human civilization when the Human Empire was established 2,800 years ago.

At least this is what the Holy Light Church records.

It was also at that time that the first human priests appeared.

Then, with the development of human civilization, divisions and wars continued until now.

It has become a symbol of faith in human civilization, and even the high elves have been affected. There are also priests who use the Holy Light on the elves, but the number is not large.

After all, for the proud high elves, arcane magic is the source of their power.

However, human records are not that accurate after all, and humans do not have the eyes to see through the truth. Blake stared at the ball of holy light in front of him, and looked at the old man who was praying in front of the holy light.

He mentally recalled the memories belonging to the Holy Light in his mind.

He knew that the appearance of the Holy Light in Azeroth was far earlier than human records. When the world was born, the power of the Holy Light had already taken root.

And among the vast stars, there are others. In many civilizations, there are also travelers of the Holy Light.

This is not a civilized belief.

This is a belief in the stars.

If Black had had a paladin or priest in his class when he was reborn, he wouldn't have had to flee into the shadows to find a way to survive.

"I sense a lost soul, maybe you need some advice?"

While Blake was silent, the old man who bowed his head in prayer in front of a ray of holy light also opened his eyes at this moment. He held the rosary in his hand and turned around.

He was not dressed luxuriously, not even wearing the cassocks of a priest.

In the context of tonight's palace dinner, this old man, who is probably in his fifties, is simply dressed in an ordinary robe.

Except for the looming golden holy symbol behind him and those pure and bright eyes, there is no difference between him and an ordinary old man.

He looked at Blake, then waved his hand and said:

"Knight Saidan, I want to borrow your 'Holy Sacred Contract' to help the warrior of the alliance in front of me heal his physical pain. This ritual cannot be interrupted.

Therefore, please leave the church with all the knights and wait outside the door."

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

The tall paladin who brought Blake into the church took a few steps forward and handed a sacred contract that exuded the power of pure holy light hanging on his chest to Pope Alonsos Faol.

But at the same time he also whispered:

"I don't doubt this warrior's loyalty to the Alliance, but he is an assassin after all. I..."

"Don't worry, Saidan."

Pope Faou smiled at the great knight, he turned the rosary in his hand and said softly:

"This young man will not hurt me, and the Holy Light will protect me. Leave and come back after the ceremony is over."

Seeing the Pope's insistence, the Grand Knight could not dissuade him.

He turned around in a stride, and when he passed by Blake, he paused and looked at Blake with a scrutinizing and cautious look, but did not say anything.

Very silently and with great execution, he left the church with all the paladins and sealed the door.

Blake watched him leave.

His eyes were full of curiosity.

This is Saidan Dathrohan, one of the original five great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand?

It's just as rumored.

He is a determined, brave and taciturn man. It is said that the Great Knight of Saidan never takes off his helmet, whether in battle or when praying.

Could it be that he is also a bald man?

He thought so, but his movements were not slow.

The moment the door closed, he immediately stepped forward quickly, walked into the warm holy light in front of him, touched his heart with his hand, leaned forward, and saluted the Pope.

Say softly:

"Nice to see you again, Your Majesty Faao."

"Nice to see you again, too, little Drake."

Fa'ao held the rosary and the sacred contract in his hands. The joy on the old man's face could not be faked. He stretched out his hand to gently caress Blake, as if he were looking at a real junior.

With surprise and relief in his eyes, he said softly:

"I sensed your unique vitality just now, and I thought I was confused. The entire human nation already knows that you and the loyal third fleet advance team died in the battle in the waters of Khaz Modan.

He died in the flames of the evil dragon controlled by the orcs. I also feel sad about this news.

The same goes for your father.

But you are still alive.

Derek Proudmoore, you appeared in front of me again. This is a miracle of the Holy Light!

This news will boost your father's fighting spirit and will also make all human kingdoms excited, no doubt.

Thank you Holy Light."

The legendary pastor made a religious gesture on his chest, which represented the sincerity and joy in the old man's heart.

But Blake shook his head.

He stepped back and said to the legendary priest:

"Please forgive me for being rude, but Your Majesty, I am about to show you something evil. I have to tell you that my escape from death was not the blessing of the Holy Light.

But from a cursed fate.

I've been carrying it until now.

In the foreseeable future, I will not be able to get rid of it. This is exactly what I want to ask you, please do not tell others that I am still alive."

As he spoke, Blake exited the area shrouded in holy light and returned to the shadows.

He took out the soul-inducing lamp from his luggage.

The moment it appeared, the pale light seemed to be stimulated, and the holy light surrounding Faao's crown also surged visible to the naked eye.

The two opposing energies were in instinctive conflict, and the soul-guiding lamp in Black's hand also made Fao clenched the rosary in his hand at this moment.

He has never seen anything like this.

But his legendary status allowed him to roughly guess the origin of this thing.

He looked at Blake, who was holding a pale soul-inducing lamp in front of him. He watched the pale and ominous light twine around Blake's left arm, and a trace of grief and regret appeared in his eyes.

He shook his head and said:

"No wonder you escaped from the disaster of death, but chose to remain anonymous, preferring to let your family bear the pain of loss rather than meet them.

You are not avoiding them, you are protecting them.

Poor child.

May the Holy Light protect you.

But this lamp, it comes from... hell?"

As a person of faith, His Majesty Fa'ao's tone was a little more complicated when he said the word "hell".

He is a pure believer.
To be continued...