Chapter 1121 19. Salute to You. His Majesty the Emperor (Part 1)

In the city square of Baita City Harbor, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, the old Pope Alonsus Fao was wearing a large white robe and a heavy papal tiara. Surrounded by crowds, they walked to the ceremony stage.

His Majesty Faol looks very healthy today, his withered cheeks seem to be full, his eyes have become brighter, and his originally weak hands can hold the heavy cane steadily, and his waist is straight. Quite frankly, for those pastors who are familiar with the Pope, today's Crown Prince seems to be 20 years younger all of a sudden.

Walking on the square, the Pope smiled and waved to the sincere believers. Some excited believers even shed tears of excitement because of the presence of the Pope. They chanted the name of Fao and chanted At first, only the believers were singing the scriptures of the Holy Light, but then the singing sound swept the entire square like a storm.

The sacred song was like a bond, linking everyone's hearts together, and finally went straight to the sky, and the pope standing in front of the ceremony also put his left hand on his chest, and joined the singing, the beating holy light The power entwined around his body, that warm power expanded outward like a waterfall and halo, and finally enveloped the entire square.

In the holy light spell released by the Pope, everyone felt the warmth that penetrated directly into their hearts, just as the holy light whispered in their ears, constantly washing the hearts of believers, at the moment when the loud singing was about to end, the teaching Zong breathed a sigh of relief, and put his left hand on the opened pages of the scriptures in front of the ceremony stage, a golden halo burst out suddenly, forming a triangle in the sky above the square, dotted with endless runes and rays of light The emblem, like a true miracle.

This scene made the believers couldn't help cheering again, and the whole square seemed to become a sea of ​​joy.

And those undisguised joys also brought a smile to the corner of the pope's mouth. He liked this kind of scene, and staying with the fellows of the Holy Light always made him feel as if he had returned to the warmest home.

However, this is already the last holy light under Faol's crown...

The old man's life was running out. For today's ceremony, he accepted the treatment of the druids of the Blightcaller, infusing his old body with the powerful vitality of the seed of life, so that he could look like a man in his prime, Completely fulfilling his final mission, but this pure vitality can only help the Pope complete this final journey, but cannot really save him.

Just like a broken bucket, no matter how much water is added to it, it is impossible to fill the gap in the bucket in this way, the water flow will eventually escape completely, and when the water flow dries up, it represents the death of the old Pope. time.

His will will enter the holy light, and his soul will return to the peaceful faraway land.

This is a destiny that cannot be changed.

"Ding"

The pope’s finger flicked in the air, and the sound like a bell echoed over the city square, which represented the imminent start of the coronation ceremony. In the echo of this sound, the great white-haired knight Uther held the sacred Allah The flag of the Suo Empire, riding on a pure white horse, slowly entered the city square, and behind him were knights carrying the flags of the six human nations.

The moment Uther stepped onto the city square, the low-pitched horn sounded in an instant. Compared with the gentle chant, the sound of the golden iron horse belonging to the battlefield was even more shocking.

The martial spirit of the Arathor Empire is the real pillar that supports human civilization to the present. It is the tenacity engraved in the bones of every human being, and the courage that flows in blood. It follows the soldiers of the empire in the flames of war in the northern land. In the vast yellow sands of Silithus and among the cold mountains and rivers of Northrend, there are imprints of human civilization left behind.

Countless warriors and commanders used their lives and passion to regain respect for human civilization. After they experienced a hellish fiasco, they were not defeated, but continued to fight for their own country and people, and even the world. Fighting in the world, even the most proud elves are proud of the victory they won by fighting side by side with humans, and even the most terrifying ancient gods are defeated by the horns of human soldiers' gold and iron horses.

This isn't just a story about rising from the ashes, it's about a civilization standing tall.

This is the best story in the world.

Although the kingdom of Alterac has been expelled from the empire due to some past events, and today the other kingdoms have not sent envoys, so the knights walking on the square with those flags are somewhat awkward, but even so, looking at those The mighty knights lined up on both sides of the white jade steps and the red carpet amidst the sound of horns. Surrounded by the Bishop of Chaldea and officials from the Kingdom of Stormwind while the flags were fluttering, Varian Uri stepped onto the ceremony platform. The moment En appeared, the people who came to watch the ceremony gave out bursts of cheers like waves.

The mages of Dalaran used magic to shape thousands of brightly colored flower petals, while the knights standing on high places floated blue ribbons in the air. The prince of the Stormwind Kingdom and the commander of the Order of the Silver Dawn were full of heroic spirit. Anduin Wrynn held his father's saber and walked in front of Varian and Valeera. As his father's guide, this prince's handsome face and steel-like temperament cultivated through the experience of war, It caused a group of pregnant girls to scream endlessly, and also made Sarantia who was standing on the viewing platform look gloomy.

This elf girl knew that Anduin shouldn't be allowed to appear on the stage today, and now, apart from those little sluts in the Church who tried to seduce Anduin, she has countless more eager to get her A rival in love that Anduin devoured in one bite.

And after Varian Wrynn and his wife Valeera walked in Anduin, the king's appearance was not handsome, and the scars on his face would make many timid people feel intimidated, but he The indomitable iron-blooded temperament on his body can make the young man with passion cheer for him. He walks forward like a lion king patrolling his territory, and his majesty is enough to make people admire him.

The king's wife, Valeera, is a perfect elf. She has all the advantages of a high elf. The long white dress on her body makes her look like the most beautiful flower blooming in this square today, and makes her Became the perfect dream lover in the hearts of the people of the empire. She held her husband's arm and felt joy for the moment of glory that he was about to usher in. She walked with Varian all the way. She knew that it was what Varian deserved. everything of.

Behind the king, all the important ministers of the Stormwind Kingdom lined up on both sides of the road with their chests and stomachs in their chests. Old Marshal Windsor, who was sitting in a wheelchair, watched his Majesty move forward. Field Marshal Halford Wyrmbane says:

"I never thought that I could see this scene with my own eyes. I have said that Varian is the perfect successor to Emperor Lothar. Now, he is finally here."

"yes."

The field marshal in military uniform also nodded, and the paladin whispered:

"Although this ceremony, this glory came a few years late...but it's not too late."

"Don't talk, keep quiet!"

The Minister of Industry standing next to the two, the dwarf Gelbin Mekkatorque was sitting on his own chocobo. Only in this way could he be able to keep eye level with others and not be ignored. He was wearing a black top hat The dwarf was also very excited, he and Varian are good friends, but at this moment, he forced himself to be quiet, and pretended to say to the two marshals beside him:

"We represent the majesty of Varian, and we cannot embarrass him... Oh, look at that crown, it was made by the tol'vir! It's gorgeous!"

A dwarf is a dwarf, and after less than a few minutes of attention, he was attracted by other things.

But Mekkatorque was right. At the moment when Varian walked to the ceremony stage, Dejek the Pure personally brought his crown and scepter to the emperor. As the dwarf said, the emperor's crown, It was specially made by the tol'vir for the coronation ceremony of the emperor of the empire. It gathered the best gem craftsmen of the cat people and polished it with the best gems in the great desert of Uldum.

It was placed on a tray, and under the sunlight, it looked like a mountain of gems shining with endless light. The brilliant luster embellished the crown with colorful lights and shadows, making it look so luxurious, and also made the crown look so luxurious. Some women on the viewing platform let out screams of jealousy.

"You're here at last, Varian."

His Majesty Faol stood on the three steps, he looked at Varian in front of him, he smiled gently, he said:

"If Lothar sees this scene, he will definitely feel proud of you."

As he spoke, the Pope stretched out his hand, and was about to pick up the holy water next to him and perform the coronation ceremony for the king. However, at this moment, at this moment, when everyone was watching, an apostle knight walked quickly to the place in front of the ceremony stage. Next to the great knight Uther, he said something to the great knight, and the great knight's face changed drastically, and he even jumped off his horse regardless of etiquette. Under the surprised gazes of everyone on the viewing stand and the square, he came to the Beside the Pope and Varian, something was said to the two.

What's going on here?

Why did the ceremony stop?

is something happened?

These conjectures emerged in everyone's minds. At this moment, the entire square was so quiet that it was frightening...

Holy Light, the human empire has had enough disasters, don't bring new disasters.

"Everyone!"

The Pope felt the doubts permeating the square, he nodded to Uther, the great knight turned and left, then the Pope turned around, he raised his hands, so that the light of the Holy Light could be revealed again, and in the light , the pope's voice of joy spread throughout the square and even the city.

"Come on, everyone!"

"The belated kings have finally arrived, and they will personally send their blessings to His Majesty's coronation... The empire will usher in true unity today..."

"Keep cheering!"

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"hum"

In the cathedral behind the ceremony stage, the portals from all directions opened almost at the same time, and the faint blue halo shone in the cathedral, like flashes of endlessly flowing lights.

The first to step out was Galin Trollbane, king of Stormgard Kingdom, and the silver priest Lady Partress behind him.

Then came King Liam Greymane of the Kingdom of Gilneas, and several military nobles who followed him. They wore long swords and stood guard in front of the king.

His Majesty Alsace, who had put on a set of ceremonial robes, also walked out of the portal. He was holding his son in his arms. Behind him, there were a group of disgraced nobles. They were also wearing brand new robes, very glamorous, but But there was no look of joy on their faces.

The last one to walk out of the portal was not King Derek Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, but Ms. Jaina wearing a hood and holding a staff. Her expression was silent, surrounded by There was a sense of loss, but when she saw her husband and son, a little warmth appeared in Ms. Jaina's blue eyes. She walked to her husband, took her son, and held him tightly. in my arms.

"What's going on here?"

Galin looked at the people around him. The dark-skinned king seemed to be joking, and said in a playful voice:

"Either not come, or come together, so we actually agreed in advance to give Varian a surprise, right?"

"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now, Galin."

Alsace glanced at Galen Trollbane, he comforted his wife, he said:

"I've been on Varian's side since the beginning, unlike you, a political speculator, but you still admit your failure, forget it, it's kind of boring to say this now, let's go, let's Go to see His Majesty the Emperor."

"etc!"

King Liam looked at Jaina who came alone with some doubts, and he asked:

"Drake, aren't you here?"

Jaina shook her head. The daughter of the sea reached out and took off her hood. She flicked her long golden hair. Leaning on her staff, she said with a little loss:

"My brother made a decision, which is a regrettable decision, but I don't agree with him and his crazy ideas, so today, I, Jaina Proudmoore, represent Kul Tiras Attend!"

"You're crazy! Jaina!"

Liam frowned and said:

"Your brother is the king of Kul Tiras, you are not qualified to represent Kul Tiras, and you have to know that your actions may directly trigger a war between Kul Tiras and the empire..."

"Drake chose war, not me! His pursuit of power has turned him into a man I don't know! And Tandred doesn't care about state affairs at all, they are two bastards! My mother was killed by them Heartbroken, she gave me the power to represent the Proudmoore family, just today! I am here, and I am here to represent the Proudmoore family!"

The archmage hugged her son, she tried her best not to shed tears, she gritted her teeth and said:

"Don't worry about Drake, I can't convince him, but someone can!"

"Kul Tiras and the Empire will not go to war, I can assure you!"

Arthas stepped forward and embraced his wife in his arms. He brushed Jaina's hair, said a few words to his wife, and then looked back at the two kings and the disgraced nobles behind him. He said:

"Let's go, everyone."

"Don't let other people see human jokes, and don't keep Varian waiting."

"Today is his day of glory..."