Upon hearing this, Angmar gave up her position, and Liadrin knelt down beside Salorian, closed her eyes and prayed.

She frowned tightly, her expression very solemn.

After a while, Angmar heard the sweet and light voice again, as if a ray of dawn penetrated the darkness and shone in his heart.

At the same time, Liadrin's hands also glowed with holy light. She couldn't help but widen her eyes, her beautiful eyes full of doubt, as if she didn't believe that the Holy Light would answer her call again.

Perhaps feeling her doubts, the holy light quickly dimmed.

She hurriedly calmed down and closed her eyes again, no longer daring to think about endless questions. She carefully communicated the power of the Holy Light and guided it to Salorian's injured leg.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, as soon as the faint holy light came into contact with Salorian's injured leg, the toxins were wiped away in an instant. The rolled flesh at the wound slowly closed, and tender raw flesh quickly emerged.

"It works!"

Salorian was in disbelief. He stretched out his hand to touch his knee, which was still intact. He also flexed and stretched his left leg a few times, stood up and moved a few times, and exclaimed: "It's incredible. This leg is as good as if it has never been injured.

"

Liadrin, who had completely cured him, looked at her hands suspiciously and murmured: "How is this possible..."

"No matter what, we have welcomed back a highly skilled high-level priest." Kael'thas said.

Lor'themar Theron also smiled happily.

Only Angmar knew that it was not Liadrin who healed Salorian, or not entirely her.

The light music just now reminded him of a certain race that traveled through the universe and spread divine light to countless living beings.

…

night.

The civilians had recovered from their panic, and Kael'thas ordered people to set up outposts on the peaks facing the sea to always be on guard against troll attacks from the sea.

The day's battle ended with Zul'jin's defeat.

Under the leadership of Kael'thas and the support of a group of magisters, the Taniguchi defense line was rock solid with almost no casualties. On the contrary, civilians suffered heavy casualties. Nearly two thousand people died from the troll's butcher knife, or were trampled to death by compatriots who panicked.

.

If Salorian Morningseeker hadn't turned the tide and repelled Zul'jin, the number of casualties would have increased tenfold, and it would have been very possible for the Taniguchi defense line to be overrun by his own people.

At nightfall, Prince Kael'thas personally held a funeral for the deceased, and then led everyone back to Silvermoon City and convened a meeting of advisors.

The journey to regain their homeland was extremely arduous, and most people were busy with their own affairs. Except for the prince's advisors, including Angmar, only Lor'themar, Rommath, Salorian and Liadrin were summoned.

The academic hall of Silvermoon City Magic Academy is still in a messy state. On the half-story high platform surrounded by a sea of ​​books, there is only an ordinary long desk that was once used for reading books. It is dripping with wax oil but has no traces.

People were cleaning up, and there were only chairs for half the people.

Saladre found a broken high stool that didn't match the "décor" of the academic hall from somewhere, but at least everyone had a seat.

People sat high and low around the long table, with more than a dozen lit candles floating in the air as lighting, but the dim light was far from illuminating the entire hall, and everyone's faces looked somewhat gloomy under the flickering candlelight.

This was a meeting initiated by Kael'thas and bringing together more than half of the leaders of Quel'Thalas.

Shabby, very shabby.

"Lor'themar, allocate some manpower to closely monitor the movements of the Amani trolls, and be sure to prevent incidents like today from happening. Natural disasters are enough to give us a headache, and I don't want to be stabbed in the back by the trolls." Kaelsa

Si said.

"Yes, Your Highness." Lor'themar's whole body was shrouded in shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Kael'thas noticed something was wrong in the ranger general's tone, and waved his hand: "Don't blame yourself, this is not your negligence. All our attention was firmly attracted by the natural disaster, and no one expected that the troll would attack us.

attack."

Lor'themar nodded slightly and said nothing.

"Okay, let's forget this matter. I summoned you today for two things. The first one is the two items Angmar brought back for us, and the second one is about the shocking discovery in Dalaran recently.

Shocking fact."

Kael'thas nodded to Angmar, "You tell me."

Angmar placed the Sacred Pact of Stromka and the Silver Hand on the table, took a deep breath, and said: "Everyone, this weapon is familiar to everyone. It was the human emperor Thoradin more than two thousand years ago.

The weapon of the Great Emperor, Stromkar, known as the War Destroyer, was enchanted by the hand of the late king. I recovered it from the Tomb of Tyr. For more than two thousand years, it has been sucking the shadow from Zakaz.

Today, it has unimaginable power, enough to rank among the ranks of artifacts. During the day, Lord Salorian used it to repel the elite Troll Corps. Due to drinking the blood of the Troll, the Troll was facing

It feels uncontrollable fear at times, and I think the power of the shadows exacerbates this phenomenon. Lord Salorian can attest to this."

Salorian nodded and said: "That's right. The troll I was fighting had obviously lost its fighting spirit due to fear. Moreover, I was under a voodoo curse, and the moment I held the Stromka in my hand, it completely broke it.

.”

"Sir, does the so-called 'destruction' target the spells cast by trolls, or does it target all shadow spells?" Someone asked, grabbing the key point of the question.

Salorian thought for a while, seeming to recall the battle process during the day, "I think it's both. The anti-magic effect that can penetrate my armor, and the spell that makes me incapacitated are terrifying, Storm

Kabuto can destroy it in an instant. This artifact will undoubtedly provide a huge help in the fight against the Amani Trolls."

Everyone looked at the Stromka on the table, and everyone could feel the power of shadow faintly emanating from it.

"The power of shadow alone is powerful enough. Compared with it, the restraint of trolls is secondary. You have recovered a powerful artifact for us, Angmar." Rommath narrowed his eyes.

, took a look at Angma, and his heart was full of doubts.

Where did this young consultant learn about the whereabouts of this artifact?

There was also the heavy metal-covered book. He could feel a faint wave of holy light on it. There must be some strong man who knew the way of holy light and kept it with him every day.

This ordinary object of material is tinged with a hint of divine energy.

"Master Rommath, this is what I should do." Angmar said modestly, and found that everyone turned their attention to the Holy Deed aside. He began to explain: "This is a collection of all the Holy Deeds developed by the Knights of the Silver Hand.

The Sacred Pact of Magic."

"What?" Roman stood up suddenly, and the chair fell to the ground with a clang, "How did you get it?"

Everyone else present had the same reaction as him. This thing is equivalent to a mage's spell book. It is extremely precious. Everyone will keep it tightly and refuse to show it to others easily. They all thought that Angmar obtained it through some unfair means.

This sacred contract.

Although the Knights of the Silver Hand have been recruiting members from all members of the alliance, and even dwarves have joined, they have always been willing to share their skills and experience in the use of sacred spells with their allies...

But that has a different meaning, because not only are the blood elves not a part of the Alliance, they are also ostracized by the Alliance members.

His Royal Highness has recently intended to return to the alliance, and at this juncture he has stolen the foundation of his top combat power. Isn't this a self-imposed obstacle?

The powerful combat effectiveness of the Knights of the Silver Hand is obvious to all, and the experience they have spent countless efforts summarizing since their establishment - the foundation for their powerful combat effectiveness is now in front of everyone, and it is impossible to say that they are not tempted.

"This is..." Saladre's breathing became a little rapid. He took the Holy Deed and looked through it. After a moment, his eyes shone brightly and he said: "Yes, it is extremely detailed. With it, we will be able to train it very quickly."

A group of paladins of your own! Angmar, you have really done a great thing!"

"I suggest returning it immediately. Once the Silver Hand learns of this, it will be detrimental to our plan to return to the Alliance. At least this original copy must be returned, and we can make another copy and keep it secretly." Someone immediately came.

Showed his worries.

Another old consultant retorted: "Go back? Don't even think about it. We need all the means to improve our strength to tide over the difficulties. As for the plan you mentioned, I think it's just shooting yourself in the foot.

Do you think others can’t see through your little thoughts?”

A group of advisors quickly began to discuss, but most of them were planning how to keep him without anyone noticing, and secretly train paladins to fight against natural disasters. Few people

Really consider whether future allies will be disgusted by this and become even more repelled by the blood elves.

Angmar couldn't help but sigh. These people are not short-sighted. It can only be said that they care and are chaotic. In the face of the catastrophe of the country and the undead, the role that the Paladin can play is really too great. Very few

Some people can calm down and think about real gains and losses.

"Angemar, how could you show it to others so brazenly without fear of leaks?" Rommath frowned, his tone full of complaints.

It wasn't that he didn't trust everyone present, but that Darkan's betrayal cast too great a shadow on him. As a result, the prince's most trusted mage was very sensitive to anything involving the word "confidential".

"Everyone, listen to me." Angmar cleared his throat and stopped the discussion among his colleagues by pressing his hands. "The Holy Deed was not obtained through illegal means. It was obtained by the leader of the Silver Hand as a thank you for me.

They welcomed back a legendary strongman and shared the artifact information back to our clan."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but soon someone asked again: "Information on the artifact?"

Angmar had to explain again about sharing the information about the Silver Hand Warhammer to the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"What? You just gave up a powerful artifact like this?" As a result, the focus of the discussion among the consultants once again went astray.

"You should report this as soon as possible!"

"That's a weapon left by the guardian. It can play a far better role than Stromka. How dare you make your own decisions? This is Yanyue, Yanyue!"

Accusations were heard endlessly, and most consultants held the same attitude. Some even wanted to hold Angmar responsible.

He helplessly discovered that his previous views on these guys were too optimistic.

"That's enough!" Kael'thas's majestic voice resounded throughout the audience, "Lor'themar, Liadrin, Rommath, Salorian, and Angmar, the five of you stay, and everyone else leaves.

"

The advisors all bowed and took orders and left. As soon as they arrived at the door, another heated discussion broke out. Someone said something for Angmar, saying that his actions were correct. In the long run, this sacred contract will

Its significance is far greater than an artifact, and the Silver Hand will also become a rare and valuable ally.
To be continued...