Under the towering mountains, blood elf-style dome-shaped military tents were arranged in an orderly manner. As the sun was shining, plumes of smoke rose from the military camp, and the air was filled with the delicious aroma of food.

The defensive troops who came off the rotation returned to the camp in neat queues for an orderly lunch.

The footsteps rumbled and the ground trembled slightly. Large arcane puppets carried boxes of arrows and shells towards the front line.

Battle flags fluttered in the wind, and Angmar saw the flags of the Sunfury Legion, the Blood Knights, the flags of the regular army of Quel'Thalas, and the flags of the ranger troops headed by Farstrider.

It seems that the clan members are really elite.

At the edge of the camp, he also saw the flags of the dwarves and gnomes. It seemed that the follow-up defense troops of the coalition of tribes had arrived here. No wonder the supplies carried by the arcane puppets had a lot of rough styles. It was obvious at a glance that they were not from elves.

hand stuff.

Angmar found a soldier and asked him to take him to the headquarters. The soldier recognized Angmar at a glance, did not dare to neglect, and led the way with fear.

While passing through several high-lying areas on the way, Angmar took a look and found that the scale of the military camp was very large. The tents at the far end were still being set up, and there were probably as many as 20,000 to 30,000 soldiers stationed in it.

With an elite force of this size, coupled with the war weapons of the dwarves and gnomes, they can definitely defend the city for a year and a half even if millions of undead attack.

After walking for a full five minutes, the two of them arrived at the heavily guarded Chinese military camp.

A large group of people were guarding outside the command tent, including blood elves, dwarves, gnomes, and humans wearing military uniforms from various countries. Upon closer inspection, Angmar found that they seemed to be generals from various races who were attending high-level military meetings of the coalition.

Big shots, their military ranks are not low.

Even so, they couldn't even get into the tent. They had to wait anxiously outside, talking quietly with their faces as heavy as water.

What happened?

Could it be that a certain leader was killed in battle?

No, I should have received the news long ago...

The heavy atmosphere made Angmar instinctively feel that something was wrong.

"Three seats, are you here?"

After seeing Angmar, a Farstrider ranger with a scar on his face hurriedly came up to him.

Angmar knew him, but couldn't name him. He seemed to be one of Lor'themar Theron's lieutenants.

"What happened?" Angmar asked with a frown.

The Scarface Ranger said in a deep voice: "It's Archbishop Alonsos Faol and Princess Calia of Lordaeron. They were seriously injured and unconscious yesterday and appeared on the west side of the pass. The soldiers leading the patrol hurriedly brought them back for rescue.

, and reported the matter to the senior management..."

Although Alonsos Faol has an undead body and is unable to appear in front of people, he has frequently appeared on various important occasions in the past few months.

Gradually, all the soldiers at the bottom knew of his existence. Many soldiers recognized him. When he appeared together with Princess Calia of Lordaeron, no one would recognize him.

"What?"

Angmar took a deep breath when he heard this.

Earlier, Fao and Caliya disappeared without any reason, which caused many people to worry.

Angmar didn't understand why Archbishop Faol made the same choice as in the official history, taking Princess Calia to live in seclusion and carefully teaching her the way of the Holy Light. He would not appear again until a long time later.

In the official history, Archbishop Faol successfully got rid of his mind control and became a free undead when Illidan used the Eye of Sargeras to bombard the Frozen Throne and Ner'zhul's power was damaged.

No one knows about his existence, and he also knows that he cannot appear in front of others, because for the people who regard the undead as an absolutely evil existence, once they learn of his existence, the pillars of their faith will probably fall apart in an instant.

He turned to question the Holy Light and his faith. This was something he didn't want to see.

So he took Princess Calia, whom he had accidentally rescued, and was in despair after a disaster, into seclusion.

But things are different now. Faao in this timeline has become the Messenger of the Holy Light in the hearts of the people of Lordaeron. The Archbishop of the Holy Light Church, who was respected by the seven countries during his lifetime, actually still remains as an undead after his death.

, working hard for the light...this is enough to attract respect!

With Archbishop Fao's sense of responsibility, he will never leave when people need him most.

However, Angmar speculates that perhaps the root of the problem lies in Xal'atath, the Blade of the Dark Empire. Even someone as powerful as Archbishop Faol cannot fully control this dark artifact. In order to avoid affecting the people around him, he had to leave.

decision.

only……

What Angmar didn't expect was that Archbishop Faol and Princess Calia would return in this way - seriously injured and comatose, and were sent back by "good Samaritans".

"How's it going?"

"Alas...he is seriously injured and on the verge of death."

No wonder……

It alarmed so many senior officials.

The reputation and status of these two people are unimaginably high.

A few months ago, just by helping Archbishop Faol regain his free will, Angmar won the blood elves the gratitude of the Human Holy Light Church. He even raised donations from the public and purchased a large amount of reconstruction materials to help the blood elves tide over the difficulties.

Not only that, Faol is also the founder of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the teacher of all human legendary paladins.

Calia's identity is even more important. She is the only legal heir to the Kingdom of Lordaeron. All Lordaeron troops fighting in the name of Lordaeron regard her as a psychological pillar. It can be said that they are still stuck in the

In the Arathi Highlands, the remnants of Lordaeron who longed to return to their homeland were pointing at her.

The two of them were seriously injured and were on the verge of death, which affected the hearts of more than one country and one power. If anything went wrong, it would be a terrible news that could trigger a violent storm.

But who can hurt Archbishop Faao who stands at the pinnacle of legend?

Not to mention, he also holds a supreme artifact!

Even if you encounter a strong enemy with a small oil bottle, you can still escape, right? Angmar believes that even if a few legendary strong men besiege him, Archbishop Fa'o will not be able to survive.

With this thought in mind, he opened the curtain of the big tent and walked in.

Under the bright candlelight, leaders of all races gathered together. Several commanders of the Knights of the Silver Hand were all present. King Greymane of Gilneas, Lord Darius, and Prince Kael'thas were also standing inside.

Everyone stared intently at the center.

The military sand table in the center of the tent has been moved aside and replaced with two camp beds.

The unconscious Archbishop Fao and Princess Calia were lying on it, surrounded by a large group of priests and doctors, who were constantly casting sacred spells for treatment, causing the tent to be brightly illuminated by frequent flashes of holy light.

The leader of the Blood Knights, Liadrin, is also there. It is well known that before becoming a paladin, she was the disciple of Vondelor, the high priest of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. When it comes to her mastery of sacred healing spells, she is the most proficient in it.

Al Salas.

It seemed that they had been busy for a long time, and everyone looked very nervous, with beads of sweat hanging on their faces. Archbishop Faol's situation seemed to be stable, but the one who was troublesome to them was the Belle of Lordaeron.

Princess Ya

Angmar stepped forward.

Under Calia's cut robe, the flesh on her left chest was withered and black, and an arrow with its tail cut off was stuck diagonally on it, missing only an inch from hitting the heart.

Although it had no tail feathers and had aged for a long time, Angmar could still identify its identity from the distinctive lines on the arrow shaft.

This is a standard arrow specially issued to Farstrider rangers, made from Quel'Thalas hardwood and made through extremely complex multiple processes.

He turned his gaze.
Chapter completed!