Archbishop Benedictas' sudden voice broke the dull atmosphere of the King's Council Chamber and made everyone's eyes fall on Chaldeans.

This made the young priest resentful of Benedictas, and the Chaldean priest had a problem with the kind and kind archbishop, and he instinctively felt that Benedictas was hiding some dark secrets under the light exterior, because he was too!

It's a keen sense of smell among like-minded.

The Chaldean priest had intended to make a private appointment with the king after the adjournment of the congregation to present his thoughts, but now, being pushed to the foreground by Benedictas, the young privy councillor, dressed up his robes, went before the great men, stood beside Shore, and said in a gentle and magnetic voice:

"I'm not very good at military affairs, so after reading General Danas's letter, I think about another thing, Your Majesty, ladies and gentlemen, if the Draenei flee to Azeroth, then they are bound to become one of the existential forces in this world, and from our superficial understanding of the Draenei, since they also believe in the Light, it means that they are born to stand with the Alliance."

The Chaldean priest's eyes were clear, he glanced at the crowd in front of him, he turned the ebony rosary in his hand, and said:

"For the fugitives, what is most needed is a friendly reception and guidance, and since the Draenei are likely to join the Alliance in the future and become a part of the Alliance, why don't we prepare in advance and establish a good relationship with those people of Light?"

"But we don't know them, Chaldean priest."

The old marshal Wendthor frowned and said, "I admit that you have some truth, but we have to be wary of these exotic people!" ”

"Since I don't understand, it doesn't just mean... Should we reach out to them so that we can find out what they are all about? Wasn't the defeat of the First Orc War due to our lack of understanding of the Orcs? ”

The young priest smiled humbly, his suggestion striking the spymaster Shore, and a moment later, King Varian consulted everyone before issuing a second order.

"Then let Master Shore arrange to send a batch of supplies to the Watchtower, and by the way, a batch of daily necessities to the Draenei, and if you can, invite the 25,000-year-old prophet to Stormwind City by the way!"

At the end of the meeting, the Chaldean priest did not leave Stormwind Fortress immediately, but he took this opportunity to check the body of King Varian, and prayed for the Holy Light for the queen who had recently been in a bad mood, and finally got into his simple carriage with the farewell of the young king and his wife, and left Stormwind City for the North County Monastery.

As a privy bishop, the Chaldean priest has his own house in the church district of Stormwind, but Archbishop Benedictas's strength makes Chaldea dislike it very much, so most of the time, he lives in the North County Monastery not far from Stormwind.

In addition to his position as Privy Councillor, he was also the presiding priest of the North-County Abbey, and in the absence of Benedictas, he was in charge of the running of this historic and holy abbey.

"Queen Tiffany is pregnant, and it seems that the Stormwind Kingdom will soon have a prince or princess."

When the Chaldean priest returned to the monastery, he sat in his office, looking through the books of the Holy Light while taking care of the monastic affairs, there were many farms near the North County Abbey, and there was a vineyard that was very famous throughout the Union, and the vineyard managed by the Oswolf family produced many excellent grapes every year, and with the help of the monks of the North County Abbey, they would make very good wines.

It was the only luxury of the Chaldean priest, and like many old friars, he was very fond of the wines of the Oswerf family, and the Miss Millie, who often brought wine, was full of the sunny temperament of a young man, and unlike the pretentious aristocratic ladies, Miss Millie did not hide her affection for the Chaldean priest.

This made the young priest a little embarrassed and a little proud, Miss Millie is a well-known beauty, and will inherit her father's winery and vineyard in the future, except for a slightly lower status, she is definitely the most sought-after rose in Alwyn Forest.

The monks of the Church of the Light, except for some fanatics, did not actually forbid marriage, and he could marry Miss Millie at any time as long as the Chaldeans wanted, but the problem was that the Chaldean priest had a dark secret hidden in his heart, and he was afraid that this secret would be discovered, so he could only push the beauty away with a cold attitude.

"Ahem"

A slight cough woke the Chaldean priest from the process of sensing the light, and when he looked up, he saw the blood-red figure that appeared quietly in his office, and when she appeared, the Chaldean priest couldn't help but clench his fists, but soon, he relaxed.

The Privy Counsellor looked indifferently at the stalker who suddenly appeared, and he whispered:

"What Tyrion told me to do, I've done! And you, Kodana! You shouldn't be here in broad daylight! ”

"Mr. Chaldean, you may have mistaken something."

Dressed in dark red leather armor, the Blood Warden stood up, one of the four Wardens who had been transformed except for Nassar, and had been assigned a special mission with Marais, another sister, Marais, long before Tyrion entered Draenor, and had only recently reconnected with the Darkblade Knight.

Kordana played with a sharp emerald dagger in her hand, and she whispered:

"As a messenger of death, I will go wherever I want, in this weak human country, but few people can find me, but you, Chaldean priest, do you really think that you can be completely free by doing a trivial thing for your master?"

"Don't forget what happened at Dunhold Castle... Do I need to remind you how many Union soldiers you have betrayed for your life, and that poor General Blackmore, you sanctimonious hypocrite! ”

"Bang"

Chaldea slammed his fist on the table, and he shouted angrily:

"That's not to make a living! That's for atonement! Blackmore is a murderer, he deserves to die! ”

"Say whatever you want."

The elf stretched and showed the graceful figure in front of the priest's eyes, and she approached the angry priest, stretched out her finger, and scratched the priest's young and handsome face, which made Chaldean's body stiffen, and she whispered in Chaldean's ear:

"The master needs you to build a bridge of friendship between the Stormwind Kingdom and the Draenei to help them take root in this world, rest assured, this is not a bad thing for the king you are loyal to, and more importantly, our master is generous, and may bring the "gift" that the master has given you when I come next! ”

The elf's blood-red eyes made the priest shudder, and he felt the despair and pain in the heart of the Chaldeans, and Kodana let out a hoarse laugh, she took a step back, and the figure slowly disappeared into the air:

"Rejoice, Privy Councillor, and make yourself happier... By the way, that Miss Millie is really a beauty. ”

"Finally, the master asked me to convey a word to you, be careful of Benedictas... Behind that old man lies darkness and fear that you can never imagine. ”

"Huh"

After the Blood Watcher was gone, the Chaldean priest leaned back in his chair as if all his bones had been drained, his hands over his eyes, silent tears of remorse streaming down his cheeks with a trembling body, and he knew that he might never escape the shadow behind him for the rest of his life.

And this meddling in the affairs of the kingdom is only the beginning, a trivial beginning.

On the other side, in the Cursed Land at this time, the Alliance outposts around the crater have been completely overwhelmed by the undead who have rushed out of the dark portal.

Although these undead are only the lowest class of the Knights of the Dark Blade, full of brainless walking corpses, and even undead infantry are rare, their terrifying number still makes the Alliance knights who come to their aid feel extremely tricky.

Three jewel-like ships were suspended in the rain of the Cursed Lands, the warship at the front continued to shoot a scorching light, helping the Knights of the Alliance to defend against a steady stream of undead, while the Grand Garrison Marad led the Draenei warriors to block the undead's charge from one direction.

This is the first communication between the two races, due to the language barrier between each other, plus not familiar, so the two sides did not rush to join forces, the light of the holy light is bright and powerful, in the land beyond the crater to build a thick barrier, in comparison, the paladins on the human side, whether it is the speed of chanting the holy light, or the capacity of the holy light in the body, are far inferior to the draenei paladins.

General Danas commanded the brave Riptide Knights, repeatedly chiseling in the tide of the undead, trying to delay the attack of the undead in this way, but with the light of the Dark Gate, the belated death knights finally appeared on the battlefield, and the lower knights called for the war dead buried under this land as soon as they appeared, and the orc corpses that were entwined with death energy, and the humans who had been buried in this battlefield were awakened one by one.

The Death Knights, who led the charge of the undead infantry more powerful than the walking corpses, were like unstoppable deaths in the dim light, and the defense line composed of human infantry was ruthlessly breached, and even the spears were like a forest, and the spear array, which was specially designed to fight the cavalry, was useless under the charge of the Death Knights.

The dead are not afraid of the sharp spears, not even the death horses they ride.

The lower-level knights are like a black turbid current, rampage on the battlefield, so that the resistance that was still hopeful is completely crushed, looking at the endless rush out, no matter how you kill the exotic undead, the tired soldiers will inevitably feel cowardly, especially fighting in the icy rain, the undead will not be affected, but the human cannot.

Morale plummeted.

"It's time to retreat! Danas! ”

On the Draenei position, the Grand Garrison wielded his war hammer and burned all the undead in front of him in the beating of the Holy Light, and he shouted to Danas in a half-baked lingua franca:

"Your soldiers can't hold on, you lack experience fighting the undead... It's time to withdraw! Our ship will cover you! ”

Marad and Danas. Tol Bain had known each other since the Coalition advance force entered Draenor, and the two admired each other, not really good friends, but they were definitely not strangers hostile to each other.

Under Marrad's warning, General Danas looked back at the line, as the Draenei said, the weather is extremely unfavorable for the Alliance side, he quickly said a few words to the knights beside him, and a moment later, with the backward movement of the banner, with the artillery support of the Draenei spacecraft, the Alliance soldiers began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield.

And at this time, the elven paladin Alex, who was charging with General Danas. His gaze shrank sharply under the Flame Blade helmet, and he looked at the Dark Portal, where a familiar blood-red figure slowly appeared.

"Ah, Azeroth, I... It's back! ”

Myla. Dawnblade spread his arms, blood-red robes fluttering, cold and dark magic lingering around his body like a shield, blocking the rain from the sky, he waved his hand, and the blood scattered on the battlefield was drawn from under the ground, and in Myra's evil laughter, the dark red blood formed a series of strange blood arrows in the air.

With a wave of his finger, the whistling blood arrow smashed down on the retreating Alliance legions, piercing the bodies of more than a dozen soldiers in an instant, and the blood mixed with the epidemic also made the soldiers' formations scattered.

"Myra!"

An angry roar rang out on the battlefield, and Myra turned her head to see the elven paladin on his horse, and a strange smile appeared on his pale face:

"Look who this is, Alex, my best brother, and it's such a joy to see you!"

"They say you have betrayed the faith, they say you have fallen into darkness!"

Elven Paladin Alex clenched the heavy sword in his hand, and he cried out in pain, "I don't believe it! I don't believe in such rumors, but you... You're really..."

Myra's eyes froze, and he looked at his former brother, and he whispered:

"That's what you're here to say? You have no idea what I want? Holy Light? Pointless! ”

He waved his finger, and the four high-ranking knights standing beside him drew their weapons, Myra pointed to the elven paladin in front of him, looking at the other party's painful gaze, he said coldly:

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