Chapter 664 The Will of Holy Light

Lordaeron's Cathedral of Light.

When the orcs invaded the city, the cathedral was lucky enough to escape the flames of the war.

Even when Deathwing almost destroyed the palace, the Holy Light still protected the cathedral.

It is often said that the brilliance of the Holy Light will prevent the cathedral and the entire Holy Light Church from disaster.

This time, it seems that the Church of Holy Light has exhausted all its benefits.

Outside the pure white cathedral, every clergyman looked in a hurry, with indescribable sadness on their faces. Even the bright white church tower seemed to be cast in a shadow.

After several major events in succession, almost all other countries in the Alliance wanted to see the people of Lordaeron suffer misfortune, and this did not include Alonsus Faol.

It is different from Terenas, a hypocrite who appears to be just, but in fact is still a hypocrite who is constantly making small calculations for the interests of his country. Alonsus was a truly selfless saint.

In Dalaran a long time ago, a missionary from Lordaeron threw a copper coin into the fountain pool and made a wish: "I hope that one day I can spread the way of the Holy Light to the common people and teach them. The Meaning of the Three Virtues.”

Alonsus had been doing this until the orcs invaded. He preached throughout the Eastern Kingdom, spreading the Holy Light of Hope throughout the seven human nations. He established Holy Light Churches in every country and every city, spread virtues, called on people to take care of orphans who had lost their parents, and inspired every criminal. , trying to put everyone on a good path.

After the Dark Portal War began, he was the first to call on all countries to accept the refugees from the Kingdom of Storms. It was also he who mobilized the entire Holy Light Church to allow the people to continue to support the frontline fighting without regrets during the most intense period of the war, and to comfort them. People's panic gave them confidence and courage.

After the war, he was also the first to stand up and call on wealthy households and nobles with surplus finances to donate to the restoration of the Kingdom of Stormgard and the Kingdom of Stromgard, which were destroyed in the war.

In order to fight against evil, he traveled around and gave speeches everywhere.

In order to promote justice, he created the great profession of Paladin.

For the sake of the revival of mankind, he worked almost sleeplessly for the revival of all countries.

He is a truly noble man.

If Terenas brought shame to the term "Lordaeron," then Alonsus was the key to making "Lordaeron" great again.

The kings of each alliance may not buy Terenas's account, but for Alonsus, a truly kind and noble old man, the kings often provide maximum support.

But now, without any warning, Alonsus fell.

At this time, almost all the kings who were still in the city of Lordaeron gathered in the cathedral. The kings who had left immediately returned. Even King Jean of Gilneas, who had withdrawn from the alliance, sent ministers to express condolences.

Following the serious-looking Uther, Duke, Ryan, Anduin and others felt heavy.

Today, the priest's [disease-removing technique] has become very mature, and ordinary ailments and pains will not invade Bishop Alonsos' body. Duke once secretly asked Uther if the Archbishop was cursed, but Uther shook his head.

Outside the archbishop's bedroom, Duke saw a somewhat depressed King Solas. Soras's eyes were red and he might have cried a little.

Not every king who dies has a helper, Anduin, who can serve as a spiritual leader, and not every king has a decathlon Duke who can support the entire country.

When Stromgarde was destroyed and the country of Stromgard was destroyed, Archbishop Alonsos was the one who accompanied Solas most. At the critical moment of restoration, the person who helped the people of Stromgarde the most, apart from Duke, was Alonsus.

Alonsus suddenly fell, and even a man like Solas, who had experienced great storms, felt like an important pillar in his heart had collapsed.

Except for Bolvar Fordragon, who was still supervising the Kingdom of Stormwind, and Reginald Windsor, who was staying in Redridge Mountain to command Duke's private army, all the paladins were already standing outside the door.

Seeing the arrival of Duke and his entourage, Solas's mouth was full of bitterness: "Your Excellency Fao's time is limited. According to the wishes of the archbishop, Uther will lead you in one by one."

Ryan was the first to go in, and five minutes later, Ryan came out with a heavy heart.

To everyone's surprise, they thought that Anduin Lothar, who had the best relationship with Alonsos, would be the last one, but unexpectedly the archbishop arranged for Lothar to be the second to last one.

As for the last person who was valued the most, the archbishop's imperial order was surprisingly arranged for Duke.

Fifteen minutes later, Anduin came out with tears on his face.

Uther lowered his head: "Duke, master wants to see you alone."

Everyone was extremely shocked.

As the eldest disciple of Faol, Uther is also the most outstanding and proud of the archbishop. His reputation for justice and bravery has long transcended national borders. Since the archbishop was critically ill, Uther has been with him. Basically, every time Faol meets with dignitaries from various countries, he is accompanied by at least one disciple, generally rotating between Uther, Tirion and Saidan.

Now they say they are meeting alone?

What on earth did Alonsus want to tell Duke? Not even a fair paladin like Uther can sit in?

Everyone's curiosity was raised.

Duke enters.

It was a very bright and simple room. It didn't have the strong smell of medicine as expected, but the room was filled with a light golden light that was natural and peaceful.

Alonsus sat on the bedside, his spirit not at all like that of a critically ill person.

Seeing Duke's astonishment, Alonsos smiled: "I don't look like someone who is about to die, do I?"

Duke nodded. People like Alonsus don't need lies, even white lies.

"I once thought that as long as the mind was pure, the amount of holy light that the human body could hold was unlimited. Unfortunately, compared to my soul, the first thing that could not bear it was my mortal body." Alonsus smiled bitterly.

"this……"

"Let's put it this way, my body can't carry such a huge amount of Holy Light power. My organs have begun to forget how to work. As a result, my body is weakening uncontrollably. It's really sad, isn't it? I once determined to use Holy Light. The Archbishop who saved the world actually died under the Holy Light." The bitter smile on his face became a little stronger.

"Your Excellency, you are being harsh. Humans are not like Naaru. They are purely creatures composed of holy light."

"Naaru? A pure creature of holy light?" Alonsos suddenly became curious.

Duke suddenly realized that he had let the news slip. Now we can't even talk about counterattacking Draenor. The Alliance hasn't met Draenei yet, so naturally it doesn't know about Naaru. I can only speculate that I have seen descriptions of such a race in Karazhan's collection of books, but I have never witnessed it in person.

Alonsos saw Duke's cover-up and did not blame Duke.

Instead, he said: "Duke, are you willing to inherit my will?"