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Chapter 288 287 [Sylvanas, dont make me regret what I did

Decide……】

While the three of them were talking, the three leaders of the Knights of the Silver Hand, with the help of their attendants, each took off their obstructing armor and joined the treatment team.

Their armor was still stained with rancid blood that had not yet dried up. It was obvious at a glance that they had rushed back from the frontline battlefield.

With the addition of these three legendary paladins, the necromantic energy in the wound on Calia's left chest was suddenly contained, stopped spreading, and began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. The withered and blackened flesh also slowly recovered.

As is.

Among them, the one with the most exquisite healing spells is undoubtedly Tirion Fordring, the all-powerful legendary paladin. His control over the Holy Light far exceeds that of the other two. Compared to using Holy Light to heal, the tall Dathrohan is more proficient.

The same goes for Ashbringer Mograine in close combat. When it comes to healing techniques, they are still not as good as Liadrin, who was once good at this.

While everyone was in a hurry, Angmar motioned to Prince Kael'thas, walked with Lor'themar to a corner where it was easy to talk, and started talking.

"Your Highness, it's not that I'm hiding anything, it's just that I haven't had time to report this matter to you yet..."

Angmar quietly told the story of how Sylvanas, who was under control, tried to possess herself, but was accidentally purified by herself and regained her freedom.

"General Sylvanas should be the only free natural disaster undead besides Archbishop Faol who has escaped the control of the Lich King."

Angmar's words are very accurate. Ordinary undead and undead from the Scourge are two different concepts. One is free, and the other is controlled by the Lich King.

There are still many free undead in this world who choose to continue their lives in this way.

Kael'thas frowned deeply when he heard this, took the half of the feather arrow in Lor'themar's hand, and held it in front of his eyes to examine it, "I didn't expect that she actually got rid of the Lich King's control, so... you suspect that she attacked the magician

Archbishop Ao?”

Lor'themar didn't dare to come to a conclusion and looked at Angmar,

Angmar shook his head and said: "General Sylvanas does have such a motive. Using such arrows, the strength is strong enough to seriously injure Archbishop Faol... However, the clues are not clear yet, so I dare not draw a conclusion."

"What motive?"

"Hate," Angmar exhaled longly and turned to Prince Kael'thas, "hatred that runs deep into the bones of Arthas."

Sylvanas's mind has long been twisted by hatred. For revenge, she will make any sacrifice.

She needs troops to achieve her goals.

But history is different from the official history. The Lich King's power has not been damaged, and no undead from natural disasters have yet escaped the Lich King's mental control.

Assuming that the murderer is really Sylvanas, although we don't know how she found Archbishop Faol, Angmar can figure out what she wanted.

Since you can't help other undead escape control, you can simply seize control of these undead and use them to attack Arthas.

The influence of the Blade of Xalatath Dark Empire can change a person's will. Perhaps she wants to get the help of Archbishop Fao and use this ominous blade to achieve her goals.

This move was too unscrupulous, and Faol would naturally not agree, so he was attacked. Even if he was willing, it would not be easy to achieve Sylvanas' goal.

Another doubt arises here. Even if Sylvanas is extremely powerful, she will never be able to defeat Archbishop Faol holding Xal'atath.

Unless she gets some help.

But this is all just a guess.

Kael'thas noticed that Ronin was looking this way frequently and couldn't help but ask: "Angmar, who else knows about Sylvanas?"

"It's just me, General Lor'themar, Lady Liadrin, and Mr. and Mrs. Ronin," Angmar replied solemnly, "Your Highness, Xal'atath must not fall into the hands of others. No one can resist it.

The darkness whispers, it will definitely bring disaster to us again. We must find this dark artifact."

"What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple. I'll go find General Sylvanas personally. If she can be ruled out as a suspect, then that's good. If the murderer is her..."

Angmar shook his head.

Sylvanas...

I hope it wasn’t a wrong decision for me to let you go free...

"No," Kael'thas said decisively, "Regardless of the vast territory of Lordaeron, looking for Sylvanas is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even if you find it, if the murderer is her, how can you resist someone who can severely damage Faol?

The legendary existence of the Archbishop? I won’t allow it.”

Angmar chuckled and said: "Your Highness, I have my own solution. Both problems are not a problem,"

Kael'thas looked at him for a while, thought of his "true identity", then sighed helplessly and said, "Okay."

At this moment, the magic power fluctuations unique to teleportation spells suddenly came from outside the tent. A second later, rapid footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged human man wearing plain robes strode in. Without saying a word, he started to check the spell.

Archbishop Ao is seriously injured.

He has a relatively strong build and looks very healthy. He has a bald head, a thick beard, and a pair of deep blue eyes full of worry.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they recognized the person.

"Archbishop." Tirion was the first to greet, followed closely by the members of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

The visitor is none other than the Archbishop of the Holy Light Church of the Seven Kingdoms, Benedictus.

After the Second War, the center of the Church gradually shifted to the rebuilt Kingdom of Stormwind. Over the years, the Seven Kingdoms declined and the old alliance no longer existed, resulting in fewer and fewer contacts between the Church and the Knights of the Silver Hand.

.

Outsiders often mistakenly believe that the Knights of the Silver Hand, headquartered in Lordaeron, is an organization loyal to the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and that the Church of the Holy Light is just the church of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

In fact, the Holy Light Church is a huge religious organization that transcends the Seven Kingdoms. The Knights were formed by Archbishop Fao and nominally belong to the entire alliance.

Except for the members recruited from Lordaeron due to their close location, the remaining members of the Knights all come from various member states and member families of the old alliance, such as some Bronzebeard Dwarf Paladins, such as the famous Northern Expedition in later generations.

High Lord Darfus.

Although Benedictus is of the same generation as the three knight commanders, is both Faol's apprentice, and is even younger than Tirion, but because he is the archbishop of the church and a member of the Silver Hand, he must be treated

Twelve points of respect.

"Sorry, I was too impatient." After roughly checking Fa'ao's injuries, Fa'ao nodded apologetically to the leaders of the tribes present, "How are their injuries?"

But everyone could tell that he was obviously more worried about his teacher, Alonsos Faol.

"We still have ways to treat Princess Calia, but Archbishop Fao..." Liadrin exchanged glances with the other healers and shook her head.

"Our skills are limited and it is difficult to use the Holy Light to heal the teacher's undead body." Tirion carefully pulled out the arrow from Princess Calia's left chest. Under the protection of the Holy Light, the wound did not suffer secondary damage.

Benedictus looked worriedly at Archbishop Fao, who was lying unconscious on the cot, and was worried.

As we all know, the realm of death represented by the undead is the embodiment of the energy of the dead, which is completely opposite to the natural environment where orderly creatures exist, and there is an essential difference.

Although the Holy Light is not in this two-opposite relationship, the current era is not like the subsequent large-scale wars that have ensued, with great development in any field. At present, people's understanding and mastery of the Holy Light still remains at the level of

Relatively shallow level.

In other words, no priest or paladin currently dares to say that he can use holy spells to heal an undead.

As far as Angmar knows, the Forsaken priests of later generations have made outstanding contributions to the development of the Holy Light. In their hands, the Holy Light can begin to heal the injuries of the undead instead of purifying them.

"We can use necromancy to extend the life of Archbishop Faol and freeze him temporarily to buy us time to find other appropriate methods." Modera said, and the other Kirin Tor councilors nodded.

After the portal connecting the two worlds was opened, the people of Dalaran who were separated in the Outland also returned to Azeroth with Prince Kael'thas.

"Necromanticism?" Benedictus frowned.

"That's the only way we can do it," Modera nodded, "But for many years, necromancy has been listed as a taboo. We only have a superficial understanding of it, and we can't guarantee the effect."

While everyone was discussing, Kael'thas said: "I will look for researchers from the clan who understand necromancy and provide help as much as possible."

Everyone looked over. Especially Benedictus, whose eyes were full of gratitude. When he passed by Angmar, he nodded to him with great kindness. Counting this time, the blood elves had saved his teacher.

Twice.

Necromanticism has always been classified as a taboo in Dalaran. Although the library contains a large number of related research works, ordinary people have not been allowed to view them. With the invasion of natural disasters, in line with the mentality of knowing yourself and the enemy, these books were unbanned, and the mages

More or less, they all know some relevant knowledge, especially the Kirin Tor Council that leads Dalaran.

However, if it were used to heal Archbishop Faol, it would have no effect. Because those books containing precious knowledge, along with the city of Dalaran, were all destroyed by Archimonde's finger of death.

At this time, they are no longer as good as Quel'Thalas, who has profound knowledge. Although it is also listed as a taboo, there are many scholars who study it with the same mentality and use it to fight against the undead of natural disasters. At least they are better than these Dara

However, the mage is strong.

"I can't thank you enough for your help." Benedictus held Archbishop Fao's camp bed with one hand and bowed deeply.

"We must find that dark artifact, and we must not let it fall into the hands of evildoers..."

After Archbishop Faol's treatment was resolved, someone worried about the same thing as Angmar and immediately raised this point. The discussion among the top leaders of the coalition quickly turned to how to find Xal'atath.

From their height, everyone could understand how terrifying that artifact was. If it fell into the hands of a natural disaster, it would likely bring disastrous consequences to the coalition forces of all races.

"Your Highness, do you know Merry Winterwind?"

While everyone was discussing, Angmar wanted to leave and go to look for Sylvanas, but suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked.

"Merry Winterwind? The first-generation human mage who continued to fight as an undead after his death, the founder of the Council of Tirisfal?"
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