Azeroth’s Death Track

Another darkness came, heralding another dawn.

In the port of Baita City, the citizens who returned to the city from the refuge are still busy under the illumination of the magic street lamps. Under the leadership of the city hall officials, these citizens volunteered to help, and put the flames of war to rest as quickly as possible. The collapsed buildings in the middle of the war were cleaned up, and the streets and sewers that had become a mess due to flooding were dredged.

Although many of these citizens temporarily lost their homes, not many people complained about all of this. The horror scene of the sudden attack of the devil that night still remains in everyone's memory. Under the stars, the hideous and terrifying fleet of demons appeared over the city, pouring destructive energy on their homeland.

It is a great comfort to be alive.

Besides, the citizens of Baita Port City are all loyal believers of the Church of the Holy Light. During the transfer that night, they saw with their own eyes that the Pope, like the incarnation of the Holy Light, used the power of one person, like a miracle, to use The golden light sheltered the entire city and its people. Although it was very dangerous, thinking about it now, they could be regarded as believers who had truly seen the miracle of the holy light.

Maybe decades later, I can still proudly describe the magnificent battle of that night to my grandchildren.

About the power of the Holy Light, about those warriors, about the brutal and terrifying demons, about all this...

Before, some people doubted whether the Holy War Declaration issued by the Pope was necessary, but after personally experiencing the nightmarish night brought by the devil, after witnessing the scene where his wife and children were shivering in the asylum, anyone There are also bloody men who have already realized the foresight and foresight of the Pope.

Demons are bad guys! They are bad civilizations! They are to be wiped out! Completely erased from the stars! Only in this way can a good civilization continue to exist.

After the first battle of the demon invasion ended, various forces ushered in a wave of joining the army. Even the Niscala and Xoros battlefields, which were feared by people in the past, had many brave young people spontaneously Go to war.

It was an unexpected situation, but one that surprised the leaders of civilization.

But these people who are busy in the dark and full of hope do not know that the savior who protected the city and the people that night, the spokesperson of the holy light of the entire human society, is aging Alonsus Faol Your Excellency, his blessed and glorious life has finally reached its final stage.

In the Holy Light Cathedral, thousands of burning candles covered the dark hall with an illusory and solemn cloak, but in this solemn atmosphere, the priests who went to and from the hall seemed very silent, Everyone, whether it is a high-ranking protagonist with high authority, or a trainee priest who wipes the floor and replaces the candles, everyone, no matter what they do, seems to be light-footed, as if they are afraid of making noise and destroying the silence in this hall.

There are also some older priests with sad and sorrowful faces. They half-kneel in front of the sculpture of the Holy Light, reciting the sacred scriptures repeatedly, as if they are doing an important prayer, and seem to be praying for Someone important sends a final blessing.

In the inner hall, after receiving the news, the cardinals and privy bishops who came from all over the empire stayed outside the Pope's room at the fastest speed. Tonight, she seemed a little flustered and somewhat caught off guard.

People, no matter how much preparation you have made for an important event in advance, when that event actually happens, people will always appear flustered, which is human nature.

Among the real high-level personnel of these churches, the highest-ranking archbishops look at me and I look at you. They seem to want to say something, but in the current environment, it seems that it is not appropriate to say anything... So, they could only keep silent.

Until the red door in front of him was pushed open, as the Pope's most trusted deputy, Privy Bishop Pure Dejek walked out of it with a sad and heavy face. Under the gaze of other bishops, the Purity coughed lightly With a cry, he said:

His Majesty Fao has woken up, and he summoned the archbishops to go to see him... If you want to say anything, prepare in advance. The time left by the benevolent holy light to His Majesty may not be much.

Dejek's words changed the faces of many bishops, and made some bishops lower their heads subconsciously so that others could not see the gleam of joy on their faces.

His Majesty Fao has been in charge of the Church of the Holy Light for decades. Whether it is his personal morality, public image, or his role in various major events, this Majesty can be regarded as the leader of human civilization. The real incarnation of the Holy Light, even the federation, which is at odds with the empire, on the official level, the unabashed congressmen of the federation have scolded all the leaders of the empire, except for Lothar and Faol...

From this alone, we can see the important influence of His Majesty on human civilization, but it is undeniable that the Church of the Holy Light under the management of His Majesty has already experienced bureaucratization and a reduction in the way to rise. As the Church of the Holy Light's worldwide influence deepened, the system became more and more bloated.

If this system continues to stabilize, many people in the Church of the Holy Light will lose their passion for the future. Now, His Majesty is going to be called by the Holy Light. This is a sad thing. The passing of any great person is a sad thing. But from another perspective, no matter who the successor under the crown is, the Holy Light Church will inevitably face a real change in the situation.

And only people who are in the process of change and the system can see hope for progress.

Chaos, as the unprincipled slang says, is a ladder up.

His Holiness the Pope is not a person who indulges in pleasure, he has no private property of his own, and has lived in the church all his life. When the Cathedral of Light was built in the port of Baita City, the King of Alsace insisted on paying for his body at that time. His Majesty Fao, who is not very good, built an additional bedroom for rest, but was sternly rejected by His Majesty. However, the workers who built the church spontaneously built a not-so-luxury, but Absolutely comfortable room.

I don’t know how this news got out. As a result, on the day of the completion of the Guangming Cathedral, the most sincere group of believers embraced the brand new and most comfortable bedding, some decorations made by children, and some sincere All kinds of enjoyments presented by merchants in the city were donated to His Holiness the Pope.

This kind of behavior was completely spontaneous by the believers. Faced with this kind of purest kindness, His Majesty could not refuse, and finally moved here.

But the result is that the decoration and matching of the room under the pope's crown is very...well, the style is very diverse, which is very inconsistent with the image of a simple and conservative pope.

But now, in this not-so-luxury room, on the bed, the weak Faol was lying on the red quilt. At this moment, he was no longer the revered Pope, nor was he And then there's the sincere, never-to-be-destroyed believer, who's just a regular old man, a skinny, frail old man who's dying.

His life was not long. In the middle of the night when the devil raided the port of Baita City, in order to protect the transferred people, the old man held a holy staff and used his last holy light to protect the entire city. But the consequence of being a hero like this is, His already weak body completely collapsed, and since that night, Faol has been in a coma and did not wake up until the day before.

cough cough

Probably sensing the arrival of the archbishops, Faol opened his eyes with difficulty, and then with the help of Dejek, he leaned against the head of the bed. Beside him, several Draenei Holy Light Chosen were using the last The pure holy light maintains Faol's life, and that life is like a candle in the wind that is about to go out. He only needs to flick it lightly, and he will bid farewell to this world.

Fao looked at the five archbishops in front of him with gentle eyes. They came from the five human kingdoms, representing the existence of the Holy Light Church in the five kingdoms. If there is no accident, the next Holy Light Pope will also Will be born from these five people.

Although this is a belief organization, believe me, the political struggle within the Church of the Holy Light will never be easier than the political struggle in the human kingdom. In the current state of civilization in Azeroth, faith means power. It also means power.

I...ahem, I summoned you here to...announce something.

The old man seemed to have figured everything out at the moment when his life was about to end. He was coughing like an ordinary old man, and beside his bed, five archbishops were lined up. At this moment, even the youngest, experienced Chaldea Morgan in many big scenes couldn't help becoming nervous.

I'm dying, maybe 5 days, maybe 10 days, maybe a month... But, I'm dying.

My life is very pure. I gave everything for the faith and the people... My life is worth it. I don't have too many regrets.

His Majesty Faol gasped, with a look of sadness in his eyes, and said:

Except for the day when Lothar fell, we witnessed disasters, and all of us were warned that the empire almost collapsed on that day, but did we really... learn a lesson from that disaster?

The old man smiled wryly and shook his head. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the bishops calmly. He was already impatient with this kind of concealment. He said bluntly:

Lothar's mission must be inherited! The Holy Arathor Empire needs an emperor! It's time.

Chaldea, let Varian come to me!

Others... call your king to come, tell them... I am waiting for them! But if they do not want to come, let them go.

Your Majesty!

Archbishop Johannes of the Kingdom of Gilneas stepped forward. The middle-aged bald bishop said loudly:

Anyone can, but Varian! His reforms have already caused panic within the empire. If you...I'm afraid, the peace we tried to maintain will be broken in an instant. At that time, there will be another civil war... .Please think twice!

The call of Archbishop Johannes was echoed by the Archbishop of Stormgard Kingdom, Ms. Patrice, the silver priest, and Privy Bishop Constantine of Kul Tiras, but before Chaldea could defend Varian, The weak His Majesty Fao raised his hand to stop the bishops from arguing. He closed his eyes with a hint of final determination.

He said:

I don't want to see that the throne left by Lothar is stained with blood...

But if the rise of the empire must be watered with blood, then...

Just let it happen, I mean...decided

Go, pass the order, and then, let fate decide it all.

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The archbishops left his room with the Pope's order, and Faol seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again under the warm holy light.

And at the moment when he closed his eyes, in a certain call from the dream, his consciousness came to a place full of life force, among the blooming flowers, a slender figure wearing an elf robe was walking There waiting for him.

Tyrion Blade of Dawn, with his back to Faol, was holding a plucked flower in his hand. He sniffed the fragrance of the flower, and said:

Is everything arranged?

Fao was silent and unwilling to answer, but he knew that even the will of the Holy Light needs the approval of the person in front of him in this world. Therefore, after more than ten seconds, the pope nodded, and he With a gesture of faith on his chest, he said:

Everything is as you wish, I hope this will not trigger another war.

war?

The great lord turned his head, and the flower in his hand fell at this moment. In the surge of death, the bright petals quickly withered, and finally turned into ashes and scattered on the ground. Tyrion looked at the Pope, and he said:

There won't be any war, of course, bloodshed, that's inevitable, but it's necessary for that struggling civilization to break out of its shell.

I also saw that this is the fate of Varian Wrynn!

The great lord walked up to Faol's crown, looked at the tired and old soul in front of him, and said:

As for your fate, Alonsus Faol...

I have seen everything you have done to this world. You are a true great man in the eyes of ordinary people, and what you have done has won you a key and a future for you...

In 35 days...

The moment you die, Faol...

My Hall of Valor will open the door to you!