Chapter 227 The First Generation Gold Saint (700 Monthly Pass)

coming! coming! Really!

When Archbishop Fao said this, Duke's heart almost jumped out of excitement.

He had had enough of the fierce men in the tribe, and if he just jumped out, he could only close the door and let Lothar go.

Consider this terrible dialogue:

I have Admiral Pan, oh...it's 'Roar Daddy' Hellscream...I'll let Lothar go!

I have Sword Master Samuro... I still let Lothar go!

I have Doomhammer... I can only let Lothar go!

What the hell is that! ?

If you think about it, you will lose your share. Bully me big league no one?

Duke really wanted to find an opportunity to use the mage's flexibility to bully the chiefs of the tribe, but Duke knew that Gul'dan, the demigod warlock in the tribe, had definitely awakened. Not only Gul'dan, but all of his remaining warlocks are formidable enemies.

With the two armies facing each other, Duke has almost no chance to beat the chiefs directly past the warlock.

But now it's completely different.

The glorious name of Alonsus Faol was not remembered by most players before Duke crossed, but because he was the mentor of the five first-generation paladins.

The five first-generation golden saints, oh no, four of the five first-generation paladins are monster-level bullmen who are too fierce to be human. In history, except for a certain guy who was plugged in by Lothar to make up the numbers, the four are all famous in history.

Being able to witness the birth of the first generation of paladins is a little exciting just thinking about it!

Duke, Ryan, and Anduin all pricked up their ears.

"Do you still remember the conversation we had when you came to Lordaeron?" Faol paced in front of them.

"Yes. It was about the destruction of Northshire Abbey."

Speaking of this, Fao's eyes dimmed: "I have to admit, I am very frustrated. If I can find a way to make those monks survive this sudden outbreak of war early on. Perhaps the spread of the Holy Light Otherwise, there would not be such a heavy loss.”

Lothar nodded and sighed: "Indeed, the priest's way of the Holy Light does not allow them to wear equipment above leather armor, and thin civilian clothes can't give them enough protection at all. In front of the mighty power of the orcs, we are still in full armor. Weak, let alone a priest with almost no armor protection."

Faol smiled, a truly happy smile: "When I was thinking hard about these questions, an idea popped into my mind, like the enlightenment given to me by the Holy Light."

"Have you found a way?" Lothar asked.

"That's right!" Faol clapped his hands and said, "I will create a new branch of the church - paladins. Not only do they have pious beliefs, but they also practice a lot of fighting skills. Not only do they receive combat training, but they also receive training. Training in prayer and healing. These brave warriors will have both military and spiritual abilities, especially harnessing the power of the Light to bless themselves and others."

"Can it really be done?" Losa was full of doubts. He didn't think that the priest who could only heal soldiers could rush to the forefront to kill the enemy.

Duke almost wanted to remind Lothar that the two he saw in the palace that day were just that.

Duke held back.

Faol smiled, and he made a gesture of blessing. Lothar and the other three saw a surge of divine power suddenly emerge from Faol's body, which was shining all over his body, and gathered on the top of Faol's head to form a holy seal shining with crimson light.

Obviously that holy seal was full of power and strange power, but all three of them felt a sense of peace and tranquility at the same time, and an indescribable sense of happiness reverberated in the bodies of the three of them.

"This is the power of the Paladin?" Ryan muttered to himself.

"Yes!" Faol smiled.

Duke asked impatiently, "Have you found a suitable candidate?"

"In fact, I found four, and you can meet them tomorrow morning. However, if you have more suitable candidates, you can also provide them to me. I want to enlighten them in person in the holy city of Stratholme within a week." divine power."

At this moment, Duke was excited!

This is not some fake Dashi to give careless blessings to the female benefactor.

This is the enlightenment of the only and only Great Master of the Holy Light in the world of Azeroth!

Maybe those four legendary guys were already fierce before they became paladins, but before enlightenment, no matter how fierce they are, there is a spectrum. After the enlightenment, the strength simply broke through the sky.

Recalling the "history" when Uther led a mere twelve paladins and dared to charge thousands of orcs, just thinking about that scene made his blood boil.

It was easy to see the eagerness on Duke's face, and Ryan also smiled: "Duke, are you very optimistic about Father Fao's plan?"

"Yes! Exactly! It's great!" Duke did not hesitate to praise himself: "I think this is definitely an epoch-making new force. I will not only let my follower Reginald * Windsor I will come to receive enlightenment, and I strongly recommend that Duke Fordragon also come."

"Bovar?" Ryan was a little puzzled.

"Your Majesty, don't you think it's suitable? The Duke of Fordragon has an extremely devout faith, a just heart, and superb fighting skills." Of course, in Duke's heart, Bolvar is worse than Anduin at this moment. two gears. When you meet the chief of a big clan, you still have to deliver food.

When Duke said this, both Ryan and Anduin thought it was a good idea.

Anduin asked: "Bolvar is also coming, who is watching the army in South Sea Town?"

Ryan smiled: "Of course I am the general of the alliance." After that, Ryan hit Lothar's chest lightly with his fist. The unparalleled trust of one monarch and one minister is fully revealed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ryan waved his hand: "Clean up the orcs as soon as possible, just take back our Stormwind City."

The next day, on the morning of October 13th, when the whole city was boiling for the establishment of the alliance,

Lothar and Duke came to the main courtyard of Lordaeron Cathedral. They had already had breakfast and were waiting for the arrival of Archbishop Faol. At the appointed time, the archbishop appeared, and he walked over calmly.

"Thank you very much for being able to accommodate me, an old man, in spite of your busy schedule." He turned around and waved, and four men appeared from the end of a nearby corridor, and walked towards Faol energetically.

Duke's eyes lit up instantly.

Four burly men, each wearing shiny armor, each part of the armor, the shield in his hand, and the top of the helmet have the emblem of the Holy Light Church.

All wore a sword, and Duke could tell from the way they walked with their swords ready to draw that they were at least adept swordsmen.

The only problem is that the armor and weapons are brand new, not to mention marks from fierce battles or traces of repairing and polishing, and even stains cannot be found on them.