Countless fireworks exploded in the air, making the majestic Stormwind City beaming with joy. Children chased the beautiful fireworks debris and ran back and forth, while the adults dragged these disobedient little guys towards the church square, hoping to
Catch up with Prince Anduin’s apprenticeship ceremony
Old Sam and his wife prepared their van early and were waiting next to the square. Their son told them yesterday that the ceremony would probably take a long time, and those who were too lazy to go home for lunch would have to buy some things to cushion themselves.
, and there are not many restaurants around the church square. If you can seize this opportunity, you can make a small fortune without talking!
After listening to little Sam's words, the two elders got up early excitedly, baked a few ovens of bread and rushed to the square. As expected, the whole place was crowded with people, most of whom came to watch the scene that they had only seen for decades.
the grand ceremony
"Old man, what my son said is true. I think everyone in Stormwind City is here!" Sam's mother said excitedly.
"Humph, how can my son be at fault?" Old Sam deliberately spoke in a louder voice, for fear that no one around him would hear, "He is now the captain of the guard of Baron Regan, and Lord Regan is specifically reporting to His Majesty the King.
The responsible officer, it can be said that all matters in Stormwind City must pass through his hands. Think about it, as the captain of the guard, does our son know these things?"
"Okay, okay, look how proud you are." The old woman glanced at her husband with an annoyed look, but she couldn't hide the joy on her face. Her biggest wish before was that the whole family would be safe and that her son would marry a wife as soon as possible.
Adding a grandson to the family, I didn’t expect that this kid would become famous in the army without saying a word, and he would be valued by Lord Regan, a dragon-slaying knight. Now their family’s status in the neighborhood is high.
Even the patrol officer in charge of their area had to call out Uncle Sam when he saw the old man. Isn't this all the result of little Sam?
"What's the matter, why don't you let me enjoy my son's success?" Old Sam frowned and glanced at his wife, "Back then, I wanted to send him to serve in the army, but you stupid old woman still refused to do so. Now you know who is right and who is wrong.
Already?"
The old woman rolled her eyes at him and didn't bother to say anything. She stood on tiptoes and looked towards the podium, "Come out, come out!" Suddenly the whole square burst into cheers, and several tall young people around shouted, pushing harder to get ahead.
The old lady quickly grabbed one and asked, "What's wrong, young man, who's out?"
"Hey, don't pull my clothes," the young man said impatiently, pointing to the roaring crowd in front of him, "Of course it's His Majesty the King and other leaders of the alliance, otherwise who do you think they are?"
The old woman quickly turned around, grabbed her husband's clothes, and shouted excitedly: "Quick, old man! Let's squeeze forward and see what Priest Tyrande looks like!"
"It's not like you haven't seen it before," Old Sam muttered reluctantly. "When the elf priest blessed the prince a few years ago, you almost squeezed your old bones apart. Could it be that you want to try it again today?
What was it like back then?”
"Stop talking nonsense, old man!" The old lady glared and kicked her over. Old Sam had no choice but to squat down, let his wife lie on his back, and then straightened up with all his strength.
"Oh my god, isn't that Ms. Jaina? She actually appeared today!" The old woman looked hard towards the stage and saw that most of the alliance leaders were present, and even Jaina, the lord of Theramore, who rarely appeared recently
It’s here too, but I don’t look very good.
"Maybe she is tired from coming all the way," the old woman thought to herself, and then continued to look to both sides. She saw His Majesty Varian and a group of important ministers waving to the people with smiles on their faces. Among them was the uncle who had not been seen for a long time.
The Duke of Val and the unknown generals all seemed to be the commanders of the regiment guarding one side. What was particularly eye-catching was that there were two heavily armored knights standing behind His Majesty the King. The one in front was naturally Phillips, the commander of the Guards Corps, and
The other one is his son's immediate boss, Baron Regan, standing expressionless at the moment with his sword in his hand.
"Old man, I saw Mr. Regan, why isn't our son next to him?" the woman asked, patting her husband on the head.
"Nonsense, don't even look at the people on the stage!" Old Sam raised his head impatiently, and the noisy noise around him forced him to increase his volume, "Then the lowest-ranking person above is a guard after all.
The commander-in-chief of the army, little Sam will have to wait at least twenty years if he wants to get in!"
"Nonsense..." the old woman retorted dissatisfiedly, "I think Mr. Regan is quite young, how can he be up there with the king? I don't think our son will necessarily be worse than this baron in the future. I believe that in a few years
Then, standing on top will be Sir Sam Hanks!"
"Wishful mother-in-law..." Old Sam muttered in a low voice, not bothering to argue with her on this. Suddenly, the crowd burst into loud noises again, and people in the front row were seen shouting, touching their chests with their right hands, and pointing towards the other side.
Leaders send lofty greetings
"Holy Light, Your Majesty Archbishop Benedictus!"
——In the history of human development in Azeroth, the Holy Light has always played an important role. It enlightened humans in the Arathor era and even earlier, allowing them to move from ignorance into an orderly religious society. During this period of history
Among them, there is a human being called the "Father of All Saints" who is particularly important. He is the Archbishop of Holy Light who was active during the First War - Alonso Faol
He was respected by all human kingdoms when he was alive, and after discussions with Sir Lothar when the orcs invaded Azeroth, they creatively formed a team that combined the characteristics of warriors and priests. The members of this team were called
--Paladin
So in the meeting a few days later, Faol introduced his favorite disciples to Lothar, namely Uther, Saidan Dathrohan, Tirion Fordring and Turalyon.
A new organization created by Longsus Faol. The members of this organization can use the power of holy light to provide support to their comrades on the battlefield like priests, and can also use melee weapons to exert their powerful combat effectiveness like warriors. This is
The famous iron fist of justice in the mainland - the Knights of the Silver Hand
It can be said that Faao confirmed the lofty status of the Holy Light in the human kingdom, and even after his death, this status has never wavered, and is increasingly respected by the world. So in order to inherit his mantle, several major monasteries decided to select
An outstanding person was chosen to carry on the inheritance, and the current Archbishop Benedictus was the first successor after the death of Fao.
"The Holy Light bless his people!" As soon as the archbishop came to the stage, he raised his hands to bless all the people. The people bowed down devoutly, and the leaders of the alliance on the stage also bowed slightly to show their respect for this Holy Light.
Preacher's Respect
"Your Majesty the Archbishop, it is a great honor for you to attend the dog's ceremony. Allow me to extend my sincerest greetings to you on behalf of the Wrynn family." Varian greeted Benedictus and gave him a slight greeting.
"You are serious, Your Majesty," the archbishop nodded in return, "Prince Anduin is my hope for the future of mankind. As the preacher of the Holy Light on earth, it is natural for me to explain this lofty will to the next King of Storms.
An unshirkable responsibility”
Varian smiled and nodded: "Then I leave everything to you, His Majesty the Bishop." He then led him to the main seat of the podium and greeted all the leaders one by one.
"May I ask Your Majesty, is this young man the Dragon-Slaying Knight who has become famous recently?" After chatting with the alliance bosses for a while, Benedictus walked up to Regan with interest and turned his head to Wa.
Ryan asked
"Yes, he is my direct subordinate, Guard Knight Christian Regan," Varian introduced. "He is also the most dazzling new star in the Kingdom of Stormwind and the most outstanding powerhouse among the younger generation of the Alliance!"
"Oh? He is such an outstanding young man?" Benedictus was shocked by Varian's words. You must know that the Storm King has always been very strict with his subordinates, and would rarely describe him with such praise.
a young man
"Ah... Your Majesty's praise is unworthy of his humble position." Regen seemed to be distracted just now. He didn't react until Phillips kicked him beside him. "I just happened to be able to kill the black dragon at the right time. Without His Majesty the King,
With the help of all my colleagues, I believe that this boy has already turned into a handful of loess."
The Archbishop nodded approvingly and touched Regen's forehead with his hand as a blessing: "A very good young man, who never forgets humility and self-discipline even in the face of great achievements. Now I have begun to believe your Majesty's words... Probably not long after, Baofeng
The kingdom will give birth to another peak powerhouse who will be famous in the mainland!"
"Thank you for your blessing, His Majesty the Archbishop." Regan lowered his head piously and kissed the other person's dry fingers.
"The Holy Light will protect you, child," Benedictus patted the knight on the shoulder, looked at Varian and said, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, can we start the ceremony?"
"Of course, it's all up to you," the Storm King nodded and responded.
The archbishop waved over an aide and told him to go to the Cathedral of the Holy Light to bring Prince Anduin. He then walked to the stage and made a silent gesture, and the crowded church square instantly fell silent.
"Dear citizens of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and fellow comrades-in-arms of the Alliance, we are gathered here today to bless a young man who is destined to become a king in the near future!"
Benedictus took the sacred book handed by the waiter, opened it with saliva on his finger, "Since the establishment of the Kingdom of Stormwind, there have been four monarchs, starting from Langdon Wrynn to Varian.
Both Wrynn and Wrynn are wise and wise kings. It is obvious to all the Holy Light and the public. Therefore, the kingdom looks upon Azeroth. Now, Anduin Wrynn, son of Varian, wishes to be a wise and enlightened man.
As a teacher, guide him to become a king who lives up to the name of his ancestors!"
At this moment, the door of the Holy Light Cathedral slowly opened again, and a boy in costume walked out under the guidance of the deacon. Although he tried his best to pretend to be calm, his blushing cheeks and trembling calves still betrayed him.
The tension in his heart - needless to say, this is naturally the only crown prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the twelve-year-old Prince Anduin Wrynn