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Alonsus was a believer and preacher, with a high reputation in the Eastern Kingdoms. After he spoke, Terenas could not easily ignore his opinion.

"Bishop, have you been able to grasp and guide that power?" Terenas looked at Alonsus Faol with anticipation in his eyes. As a monarch, he never liked putting all his eggs in one basket.

The court mages' army was built with all his resources, but Bishop Alonsus, with his support, had also begun to master a power system different from arcane magic.

It was the power of believers.

It was witnessing the emergence of this power that gave Terenas even greater ambitions!

"The Holy Light is with us." Alonsus Faol emitted a bright golden light.

...

Grommash Hellscream looked at the forest in the distance, tightening his grip on the legendary giant axe, Gorehowl. With Helder's blessing and modification, this weapon could be described as an artifact extremely suitable for Grommash. The tighter he held it, the more his fighting spirit soared, and the more power it could feed back to him.

"Great Shaman, do you feel it?" Grommash turned his gaze to Ner'zhul, the chieftain of the Shadowmoon clan beside him.

"I can vaguely sense the direction." Ner'zhul nodded.

"Then let's go. I will help you solve and block all troubles." Grommash carried his battle axe on his shoulder, taking everything upon himself. "We only need to do what the High Priestess instructs, and we can leave."

"What about the elves? According to the information we've gathered, this is their territory. They possess powerful arcane magic." Ner'zhul retorted.

"I said, the Warsong clan will help you eliminate all obstacles. But if possible, we don't need to clash with these elves. As long as the goal is achieved, they will eventually become one of us. The High Priestess has already planned their future." Grommash grinned slightly menacingly.

Although he really wanted to lead the Warsong clan into a head-on confrontation with the elves, now was not the time. With only a few elite warriors from the Warsong and Shadowmoon clans, he didn't expect to be able to conquer an elven kingdom with so few people.

They weren't here to start a war with the elves anyway.

"I understand." Ner'zhul nodded, his gaze falling on the soft, yet extremely resilient piece of flesh he held in his hand, gently pulsating in his palm.

Blood vessels appeared on the flesh, with protruding blue-black veins covering its entire surface. It looked like the heart of a beast. Holding it in his hand, Ner'zhul felt like he was holding a primordial beast that could devour him at any moment.

This is an extremely dangerous thing!

Ner'zhul gave his assessment in his heart. If he could, he wouldn't want to have even the slightest contact with this piece of flesh. He would even stay far away from it.

Facing it was like facing the Scourge Dragon that had ravaged Draenor for thousands of years. Equally terrifying, hearing the breath of death.

"Follow the guidance based on your communication with the elements and energy." Grommash clicked his tongue. He was still a little unhappy, after all, a grand battle might be about to begin on the other side, but as a warrior, he was absent, which made him very unhappy.

But as the most trusted clan chieftain under the High Priestess, he had no choice but to obey and follow Helder's wishes to do another thing with Ner'zhul.

The elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

The Sunwell.

That was their target this time.

...

Stratholme.

Alonsus Faol stood on the city wall, looking at the orcish camp stationed in the distance. The endless tents made his heart feel heavy. Estimating from the scale of the camp, the number of orcs was now about ten thousand.

This estimated number was certainly not accurate, but Alonsus inexplicably felt that it wouldn't be far off.

Although the other side had stopped their invasion, no matter how it looked, they didn't seem to be giving up the war and choosing to coexist peacefully with them.

Besides, Lordaeron couldn't coexist peacefully with them.

Dragonspire was in the area where the orcs were located. In any case, no mistakes were allowed with this tower. That is to say, even if the orcs gave up their attack, Lordaeron had to take the initiative to drive them away. At least to drive them away from Dragonspire. And the portal that brought the orcs into this world had to be closed by any means possible.

Of course, what also needed to be clarified was how these orcs used Dragonspire to open the portal!

Did they somehow gain access to a certain level of Dragonspire? Or did something unknown happen in the unexplored areas of Dragonspire?

The mages of Dalaran were on their way. The griffon messengers of Lordaeron were also quickly informing the elves of Quel'Thalas, humanity's allies.

After all, the orcs were now in the middle of the two, and it was hard to say whether they would sweep towards the elven empire.

"Are those the orcs? There are so many of them!" A young knight in heavy plate armor, carrying a hammer and shield, looked at the rolling hills of camps in the distance, and the orcs moving like ants inside, with some amazement and nervousness.

"War is coming." Alonsus said with pity. During this time, Stratholme had welcomed a large number of human refugees, and these refugees brought some chaos and pressure to Stratholme. Fortunately, the foundation of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was still deep, and Terenas, as the king, was not yet senile. On the contrary, he still maintained his shrewdness.

A large amount of supplies and troops entered Stratholme with his arrival, nipping the sprouts of chaos in Stratholme in the early stages. The court mage group also had at least twenty powerful mages who came together as the magical power.

Terenas was worried that there would be something similar to human mages among the orcs, so he blocked this loophole in advance.

"What is he doing?" The young knight beside Alonsus Faol suddenly paused, looking at the orc camp, where several orcs riding large white wolves ran out and shouted towards the city.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a provocation." Bishop Alonsus narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing the orcs' intentions.

"Should we respond?" The young knight tightened the hammer and shield in his hand, eager to try.

"We can give it a try." Alonsus pondered for a moment and nodded. He also wanted to learn more about the orcs' fighting style and combat power. The one challenging under the city looked like he had a certain status among the orcs. If he could capture him, he might be able to get more information about the orcs from his mouth.

Even if he failed, he could have a clearer and more accurate assessment of the opponent's and the orcs' combat power. He knew that Tanaris's elite army had fought with this group of orcs, but this did not affect his desire to see for himself and observe with his own eyes.

"Let me fight, teacher." The young knight said.

"I will prepare reinforcements for you, and have the mages ready to cast spells at any time. I need to remind you not to fall into the frenzy of battle. You should know what you are doing and what you need to do." Bishop Alonsus was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly under the bright eyes of the young knight, reminding him.

"Of course, I will try my best to let you see more information and insights." Saying that, the young knight added: "I will not be reluctant to fight. If you think you need to end the battle, I will immediately drop the fight and come back."

The city gate opened.

The young knight rushed out with a knightly order in the same armor. The tall warhorses supported their heavy armor, making them look like a heavy cavalry.

The young knight came to the opposite of Durotan, the tall white wolf was only a little shorter than the horses under the knight. The two looked at each other.

"Can you understand our language?" Seeing that the orc on the opposite side did not take the lead in launching a battle, the young knight on the horse moved in his heart and asked loudly.

"Of course, the High Priestess has given us a power that allows us to communicate regardless of language barriers." Durotan replied.

"That's great! Where do you come from? Why do you want to invade our human kingdom of Lordaeron?" The young knight raised the warhammer in his hand and pointed at Durotan again and asked.

"I have no obligation to answer your questions. If you want to know, defeat me first." Durotan said, without waiting for the young knight to answer, he took the lead in launching a charge.

The orcs around him scattered, surrounding Durotan, but did not follow him up immediately. They just stared at the knights other than the young knight, guarding against them from intervening in this duel.

The young knight discovered this. This idea was very in line with his current psychology. He made a gesture to his other knight, and then rushed up without backing down, colliding with Durotan who rushed over.

The knight and the orc tacitly separated, freeing up a relatively spacious battlefield for the two. Vigilant of each other, while closely watching the battle on the field.

The white wolf's huge body nimbly dodged in the space, its actions were faster and more agile than the horses. Coupled with its prestige as a predator, in just a few encounters, the horse under the young knight was disturbed and lost control.

Even if the horse under the young knight was a good horse, it still had to obey the fear of biological instinct when facing a more powerful predator.

When the young knight found that he could not appease the horse under him in a short time, and was at a disadvantage in the face of the agile white wolf, he simply jumped off the horse and changed from riding to land battle.

Seeing the human knight standing on the ground in strict defense, Durotan also jumped off the white wolf and stood in front of the young knight.

"Uther." The young knight looked at the orc who took the initiative to jump down and didn't want to take advantage of him, and a little bit of goodwill arose in his heart inexplicably.

Durotan frowned at the knight.

"My name is Uther." The young knight saw Durotan's doubts and took the initiative to say again: "A disciple of Archbishop Alonsus of Stratholme Church."

"Durotan, son of Garad of the Frostwolf Clan." Durotan understood Uther's words and thought it was a necessary procedure between human duels. Orcs have always respected this kind of ritualistic battle. Even if this ritual procedure has nothing to do with orcs.

The two collided again.

Although Durotan didn't wear armor, the orcs' natural strength and thick skin and muscles were naturally a layer of defense. They advocated the kind of bloody and blood-filled battle. Many clans even worshiped pain, especially pain in battle.

And the orcs' physical strength and physical fitness were far stronger than humans. And Durotan was even imprinted with the power of totems. Although he didn't use it in battle, just the passive blessing was enough to raise his normal combat power to a higher level.

As for combat experience?

Compared to the equally young Uther, Durotan's growth in Draenor was always accompanied by disputes. As the first clan to join the High Priestess, they had fought with many clans who were unwilling to join, and had destroyed the ogre capital with the orc army.

So in just a short time, watching Uther, who was struggling to resist under Durotan's attack, those who were watching this battle had already seen who was in the upper hand.

Especially Bishop Alonsus on the city wall, watching his disciple's very embarrassed appearance, his heart sank, and he was ready to snatch the defeated opponent back at any time.

Ah!

Uther, who was punched on the shield, let out a roar after landing, and a golden light dyed his body and weapons, making him look like a little golden man wearing a golden armor.

"The power of the Holy Light!" Bishop Alonsus showed a look of surprise on his face when he saw the brilliance emerging from his disciple's body. He had already recognized the power represented by that brilliance!

"Come again!" Uther shouted to the silent Durotan.

However, the next moment, Uther, including Alonsus and others on the city wall who understood the Holy Light, widened their eyes. They saw a more intense and rich golden light from the orc named Durotan than Uther, the familiar power fluctuation made Uther, who was close at hand, widen his eyes subconsciously.

"How do you also master the Holy Light?" Uther exclaimed.

"This is the power bestowed by the High Priestess!" Durotan replied calmly.

PS: Thank you to classmate Jingde Feng for the reward.