Benedictus's enthusiasm was somewhat unexpected.

The church priests in the team who came to the north with Benedictus and saw the undead Archbishop Fao for the first time did not resist at all when they took care of Archbishop Fao who was frozen in a thin layer of ice on the carriage.

It was as if their reverence for Archbishop Fao was not diminished at all by his physical transformation.

Angmar still underestimated Alonsus Faol's influence in the church.

Thinking about it, just because the Holy Light Church spontaneously raised funds to express its gratitude and sent a large amount of precious materials to the blood elves, you can tell something about it.

"Shall we set off then, Archbishop?"

Angmar asked.

Since there was hospitality from Prince Kael'thas, Benedictus and his entourage must have been properly entertained last night and early this morning. The royal hospitality was so thorough that Ange, who once served as a royal advisor,

Marco has seen this before.

Looking at the radiant faces of these pastors, there is no need to think too much. Breakfast must have been eaten long ago.

"Okay," Benedictus nodded and said with a smile: "After the visit, I will definitely pay a visit to the mission house. Mr. Archmage, in the past few months, you have selflessly shared the artifact with

The rumor that the Silver Hand led the coalition of tribes to defeat the Scourge has long spread throughout the Kingdom of Stormwind. I have many things to talk to you about."

"No, it's time for me to pay a visit to the Archbishop in person." Angmar said humbly again.

During this brief meeting, Benedictus left a very good impression on Angmar.

Nobility, humility, selflessness... This archbishop who devoutly believes in the Holy Light, takes over the mantle of Fa'ao, and leads the Church of the Holy Light seems to be able to find all the virtues praised by others.

But even such a saint in the eyes of believers eventually fell into the arms of the ancient gods.

Angmar wanted to know how this happened.

"Then let's go, please."

The two of them showed humility to each other and led the team into the portal one after another.

…

There was a lively scene outside Stormwind City.

Two rows of surprisingly uniform ceremonial soldiers stood on both sides of the road. The neat queue stretched from the city gate to a kilometer away. They held their heads high and their chests high. They were extremely powerful. They were wearing brand-new armors. The shields were engraved with the golden lion emblem on a blue background.

The spotless metal surface is shiny, showing the royal demeanor.

After hearing the news that the blood elf envoy was about to visit this morning, even the residents of Goldsmith Town, who were dozens of kilometers outside the city, rushed over to watch the excitement.

The crowd was blocked from the road by a wall of soldiers, standing on tiptoes and looking around.

There were not only nearby residents, but also many caravans from all over the kingdom. They originally planned to enter the city early in the morning to complete the tax payment process as early as possible so that they could get a good spot in the free market for foreign caravans in the trade area.

Unexpectedly, he was blocked outside the city by the huge welcoming ceremony.

"Their armor is so beautiful!" A five-year-old girl riding on her father's shoulders pointed at the soldiers and said.

The girl's father and wife looked at each other and sighed deeply.

The three members of this family were all dressed in rags and dusty. They were obviously not "Elwynites" or "city dwellers" who lived a relatively comfortable life in Elwynn Forest. Instead, they looked more like they had just been brought into chaos by the Defias brothers.

Refugees who escaped from the desperate western wilderness. Their skin, which has been facing the loess all year round, tanned by the scorching sun, and chapped by the sea breeze, is the best proof.

Only the little girl's eyes were still clear.

There were many refugees like them in the crowd.

"Son, beautiful armor can't be used on the battlefield." The father said sadly.

Yes, although it does not mean that the defense power is worse than ordinary standard equipment, but for a kingdom that is forced by the war to overdraw its productivity and step up arms production, this kind of armor that cares too much about appearance obviously cannot meet the cost-effective requirements.

Production requirements.

The man-hours required to build such a set of armor are enough to arm a dozen soldiers.

"I heard that we are going to join the war." A local looked at the family of three with pity.

Everyone knows the tragic experience of the people in the Wild West, but there is nothing they can do except sympathize with them and help them as much as possible.

"Join the war? Holy Light, isn't the king ready to eliminate the bandits in the western wilderness?" the girl's father said in surprise.

An onlooker wearing a straw hat, overalls stained with hay, and dressed as a groom spoke bitterly: "Can't you see, otherwise, why would those blood elves visit us? Aren't they just here to discuss participating in the war?

I really can't understand the king's thoughts, leaving the Defias gangsters alone and actually going to participate in a war that doesn't belong to us..."

"Keep your voice down!" Someone immediately covered the groom's mouth. It was not a good thing for such radical remarks to spread.

The girl's father lowered his head in disappointment.

When did this country become like this?

A year ago, the Defias Brotherhood began to cause trouble in the Western Wilderness. The prosperous town of Moon Creek was captured and became the base camp of these villains. However, the attitude of the authorities was to ignore it. For a whole year, there was no response.

One soldier after another was sent to the Westfall. If not for the heroic resistance of the local militia led by Colonel Grian Stallman, a war hero during the Second War, the Westfall might have been completely occupied long ago.

Have the nobles of the kingdom forgotten how the Defias Brotherhood came about? If they had not refused to pay the Stonemason Brotherhood for the project to rebuild Stormwind City, how could Edwin VanCleef, the president of the Stonemason Brotherhood, have

In a fit of rage, he led the masons to become bandits?

It has been fourteen years since the end of the second war, when the people of the Kingdom of Storm returned to this land and started rebuilding with the funds raised by the Church of Holy Light. It took thousands of masons a full fourteen years to complete the project.

Let Stormwind City regain its grandeur before it was destroyed by the orcs.

But the nobles' promise proved to be nothing more than a bad check. The masons' fourteen years of hard work and advance payment for the project were all in vain.

At first there were still people who sympathized with Edwin VanCleef and the masons, but after they had done so many evil deeds, slaughtered so many people in the Westfall, and displaced more people, no one could retaliate against them anymore.

Sympathized.

He's right, the girl's father thought.

King Varian Wrynn is no match for his brilliant father, Llane Wrynn.

Alas, it would be great if King Ryan was still alive. The kingdom is in such chaos... He will definitely not allow such a thing to happen.

"If you ask me, even the priests of the Holy Light Church are idiots! They actually took our charity money to support the blood elves!" The groom threw away the hand covering his mouth and said viciously.

People were immediately startled and took two steps back. The eyes they looked at him were no longer friendly, but turned angry.

"boom!"

The peasant woman next to him hit him hard, "You are the idiot! You must not have paid a single coin when collecting donations, right? It was the blood elves who saved our archbishop, and we should repay them. If the kingdom had not participated in the war, I

They all want my three sons to join the army!"

"Yeah, how can you judge the church like that?"

"If it weren't for the church's rescue, we refugees in the western wilderness would have starved to death long ago. Most of the funds raised by the church have been used to relieve us. You shouldn't say that, sir." The girl's father had just returned the gift.

I agreed with this groom very much, but at this time I was very angry.

The Church of Holy Light, which spans the seven countries, has no stain from the beginning to the present. They provide free medical care, and any common people who despise illness can receive proper treatment in the church's chapel.

Not only that, the church also contributed a lot in the first and second wars. Before the establishment of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the mortality rate of priests even exceeded that of the nobles who took the lead - real nobles, not just these today.

A "noble gentleman" who can boast in a magnificent palace.

The Church of the Holy Light has made an indelible contribution to the reconstruction of the Kingdom of Stormwind. It is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. In terms of prestige, the people's respect for the Church of the Holy Light far exceeds that of the current authorities of the Kingdom of Stormwind. After all, the king is so chilling.

"So what if I don't pay? This doesn't stop me from expressing my opinion. Participate in the war? Leave the Defias gangsters alone and help the Yankees? I really don't know what you think." The groom dismissed the verbal criticism from the people around him.

Gu.

People were very angry at this groom, but they couldn't find any words to refute.

"My eldest son has already joined the Westfall People's Army formed by Colonel Grian Stallman. Our family has also set up a barn for more than 20 Westfall refugees to live in, and we use last year's food reserves to support them! What about you?

, apart from hiding behind others and spewing nonsense, what have you done in practice? You try to be tough on your words, but in fact you hide faster than anyone else!" Only the peasant woman proudly puffed out her plump breasts and spoke very sharply.
Chapter completed!