"Buzz"

Pure and rich holy light filled the kingdom's dormitory like a tide, and in the light of the holy light, a tall figure stood in the light, and those beating golden energy rippled in his hands, little by little seeping into the body of the seriously injured patient in front of him.

The hideous appearance of the injury was quickly healed, and the strange toxins contaminated in the body were also removed little by little, until dozens of minutes later, the most powerful priest of the Draenei, the prophet Viren, stopped the sparkle of the holy light in his hand, he turned around, the royal guards quickly sent a hot towel, the prophet wiped his hands, and glanced at the green liquid rippling in the blood at his hand.

The Prophet's expression was a little solemn, he took the staff in his hand, turned and walked out of the dormitory, and in front of him, the restless young king Varian. Wryon hurriedly rose from his throne, walked quickly to the Prophet, raised his head, and looked at the Prophet with a fervent hope, who nodded to him, and the King's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and the whole body shook a little, and was soon supported by the royal guard.

"Her Majesty the Queen is strong, Your Majesty Varian."

Viren whispered to the king:

"There is a strong insistence in her heart that makes her never give in when she is face to face with death, and of course, this is also thanks to the Duke of Bowval for doing his best to maintain it, otherwise, the queen may not be able to hold me over... But now, she's out of danger, but the stone hit her forehead and had some bad effects on her brain. ”

"All I care about is my wife now, will she ever wake up?"

Varian looked at the Prophet in a gesture of supplication:

"Please, please, please heal her, I can't live without Tiffany... Please, please. ”

"Her Majesty the Queen is out of danger, but I can't give a clear answer as to when she will wake up."

The Prophet said with some guilt:

"There are very complicated secrets hidden in the soul, Your Majesty, I can guarantee that the Queen will definitely wake up, but I can't promise the exact time, and with all due respect, there are more important matters waiting for you to deal with than this."

Archbishop Benedictas of the Cathedral of Light, who rushed to hear the news, also spoke out to persuade:

"Your Majesty, what the prophet said is very reasonable, the bombs detonated by those thugs in the dock area are not ordinary alchemy bombs, although the strange fog hidden in them has been frozen under the manipulation of the mages, but the hundreds of people who have been infected have produced many very strange changes, and we don't know if this epidemic is contagious... But we should prevent it in advance! ”

"Then I'll leave it to you, Archbishop."

The young king, dejected, with the help of the guards, walked into the dormitory, and waved his hand weakly:

"I'm not in the mood to deal with this now, I'll leave it to you, go for it, I trust you."

The red wooden door closed behind the king, and the archbishop sighed, and he moved the rosary in his hand, looked at the prophet, and he whispered:

"Mr. Viren, this time, we may have to trouble you, we lack experience in dealing with this evil thing, have you seen this evil existence before?"

Viren frowned, he thought for a moment, and said with some uncertainty:

"I don't know if it's the same source, but if it's the composition of these fogs... Some of them are familiar to me, but I don't know much about the herbs of Azeroth, and I don't know if there are herbs in this world that have the same effect, so I need some help from a pharmacist to come to a final conclusion. ”

"Hmm."

The archbishop nodded:

"Then get to work, Mr. Prophet, I myself have some research in pharmacy, I will come to assist you, speaking of which, before this, I have studied the teachings of the Holy Light of the Draenei, and I have some doubts, and I can ask you for advice in the next time."

The two illustrious priests, led by the royal guards, went to the Cathedral of Light to study the strange poisonous mist, while on the other side, in the residence of Countess Caterina, the tired Duke of Boval also stood nervously in the living room, waiting for the results of the treatment of the Privy Counsellor Chaldean.

In a room separated by a wall, the Chaldean priest carefully wrapped a bandage blessed by the light around the arm of the delicate countess, who looked horribly injured in the explosion and was covered in blood, but in fact, under the protection of the Duke of Berval, she was only bruised in multiple places, and she was much luckier than Queen Tiffany, who almost lost her life.

"You're dedicated, Lady Earl."

The Chaldean priest looked meaningfully at Caterina lying in the chair in front of him. Presto, he whispered, "Did the murderer appear at the scene on purpose to enjoy the sense of accomplishment of the success of that conspiracy?" ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Chaldean pastor."

Caterina said weakly, "That's just a coincidence, my poor Tiffany, she was almost killed by those thugs, what a disgusting violent person, I heard that they saved Van Cleef?" ”

"It's not just Van Cleef... There were other prisoners who were imprisoned, and the entire Stormwind prison was almost wiped out. ”

The Chaldean priest shook his head:

"The quiet situation of the kingdom is about to be broken, and the flight of these scumbags will definitely set off a new round of storms, but Her Majesty the Queen was attacked, and with Her Majesty's favor for the Queen, this time... I'm afraid that whoever intercedes for the Brotherhood of Stonemasons will be really unlucky, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons is over, no one can save them, and the so-called justice and justice will no longer matter. ”

"They never mattered, they were just small pawns in a big plan, the kind that could be sacrificed at any time, and you were wrong, it's not that no one can save them, if they're smart enough, they should hold on to the helping hand from the darkness, that's the only help they can get, but it seems like you're not happy with the outcome?"

The countess asked softly:

"So what the hell do you think?"

"My thoughts?"

The Chaldean priest drew the purple ceremonial dagger at his waist, his eyes were blank for a few seconds, and then he regained his clarity, and he cut the bandage on the countess's hand with the beautiful and mysterious purple dagger, and he whispered:

"What I think never matters... The important thing is that any crisis may be an opportunity, Archbishop Benedictas is a very sincere believer, he believes that paladins and priests should dedicate their lives to the Light, your dealings with the Duke of Boval have always been seen by him, and some of the Duke's hesitation also comes from the Archbishop, listen to me, maybe it is time for you to make a decision. ”

A holy and sincere smile flashed across the Privy Council's face:

"And I, I will gladly officiate at the wedding of you and the Duke myself, and I believe that a country of many calamities needs something festive to give confidence to its citizens."

"But Boward is only a human being."

Caterina feigned indifference and said, "He is a powerful paladin, and his skin-to-skin relatives will let him discover my secrets." ”

"So, do you think the King of the Dark Blades gives you only power?"

The Privy Counsellor's eyes narrowed, and his fingers twitched over Katerina's shoulder:

"Although I have parted ways with him, I have to admit that after I left, his power has grown bigger and more mysterious... If I hadn't known your details, even if we had looked at each other so closely, I would have thought you were just a mortal with the blood of a dragonborn..."

A moment later, the Privy Council, whose hands were still stained with blood, pushed open the door and walked out, and the nervous Duke of Boval stepped forward, and the Privy Counsellor gave him a reassuring smile:

"Lady Caterina is lucky, Monsieur Duke, she is only slightly bruised, it only takes a while to recover, you can go and see her now, I believe that the countess will be in a better mood with her beloved by her side, and after such a terrible disaster, she is also in dire need of a shoulder to lean on."

"Thank you, Chaldean pastor, thank you."

The duke's hands grasped Chaldean's wrist with some gaffe, something that only feels precious when it is lost or may be lost, and after the explosion, when Berval held the unconscious Caterina and looked at the beautiful face stained with blood, some of the beliefs he had been holding on to quickly collapsed.

He realized that before he knew it, the countess from Alterac had stepped into his lonely mind.

"Go quickly, Lord Duke."

The Chaldean priest washed his hands in the water brought by the servants, and he said to the duke:

"I'm going to see the infected citizens, I've heard it's bad... The Light is above, and may it not turn into another catastrophe. ”

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"We're going to Gilneth."

In the noisy town of Moonstream, the civilians have been evacuated as the infantry of the Westspring Fortress has surrounded the town, or they are shivering in their homes, and in the mines outside the town, the remnants of the Brotherhood of Masons, along with the prisoners who have been rescued from the prison of Stormwind, are hiding here to discuss future plans.

The architect Alex brought a not-so-sumptuous lunch to the frightened Van Cleef, and seeing his tormented brother eating in silence, he patted Van Cleeff on the shoulder and whispered:

"There's no place for us in the Stormwind Kingdom."

"The bomb..."

Van Cleef didn't ask for other details, he raised his head and stared at Alex with a stern gaze:

"Those bombs, something is wrong, I saw it with my own eyes, that green mist, what is that? Alex, tell me that those things are no threat to civilians! ”

Alex was silent, the adventure of the prison robbery went wrong at the time of the final evacuation, no one would have expected the queen to appear on the docks at that time, the surrounding MI7 agents were carrying out defense work, and found the ships hidden in the docks, and in desperation, the black-clothed willy let the mercenaries of the Darkblade detonate the bombs hidden on the docks.

Those "chemical weapons" from the Darkblade Consortium.

To say that it is harmless, this is simply an insult to the intelligence of the two people, Alex, who was hiding on the boat at the time, saw with his own eyes the scene of the green mist spreading on the dock, how the civilians who inhaled the fog, how they fell to the ground in pain, he could not answer Van Cleef's question, he could only respond with silence.

"I'm grateful that you took the risk to rescue me, but... But I don't need to! ”

Van Cleef's body was covered with whip marks, and life in prison was not easy, but even so, he still held a breath of air in his heart, and he scolded his brother:

"I am innocent, even if I die, I want to return to the place where we came from without guilt, and not as I am now, as a criminal, a fugitive, a violent person that I spur! Rebels! I don't want that..."

"But you're at least alive! Van Cleef! ”

Alex was no less bitter than Van Cleef, and he was no longer as polite as before, and he roared at his brother:

"What if you die, little Vanessa? She's missing! Bastard, we lost her, oh my god, you've got to get your spirits up! Van Cleef, you must come with us to find your daughter! ”

"Bang"

As soon as the words fell, a vicious punch slammed into Alex's jaw, knocking the architect down, and Van Cleef, like an enraged beast, roared and grabbed Alex by the collar and grabbed him from the ground:

"You guys! You've lost my daughter! You've betrayed my trust, Alex! You've failed me! ”

"I'm guilty, I didn't do what I promised you, I deserve to die!"

The architect's face was covered in blood, and he looked at the furious Van Cleef, and he pleaded:

"Think Vanessa, she needs you, cheer up, Van Cleef, cheer up, without your lead, sooner or later we will be slaughtered by them like beasts, we need you! More than ever! ”

"Bang"

The closed door was suddenly pushed open at this moment, and a panting black-clothed Willie appeared at the door, and Van Cleef roared without looking:

"Get out!"

"Boss, there's a letter! Found by the pool outside the town, it says... It says that little Vanessa is at the Blood Raven Inn... They, they let you go alone! ”