The founding ceremony of the Order of the Silver Dawn was very simple, full of the simplicity that the knights had always had, but the subsequent baptism of 500 new knights still fascinated the spectators, and the kind of heavy and solemn, grand and sacred religious ceremony that was difficult to see elsewhere shocked many unbelievers from the Federation.

So much so that after the ceremony, many people in the three chapels in the castle of the Hand of Tyre asked the priests and ladies some superficial questions about the Light Faith.

In the fantasy world of Azeroth, faith is a very important part of civilization, and the biggest feature that distinguishes it from the present world is that in this world, the power of faith is real, and the faith that believers worship is not based on a castle in the air, but a thing that can be seen and touched will inevitably be accepted by people.

And this scene also made the great knights who took great pains for the ceremony very satisfied... The reason why they want to make such a simple but full of ritual founding ceremony is also to take this opportunity to promote their faith, now it seems that the effect is very good, these envoys are all prominent figures in each other's forces, even if only one in 20 of the more than 400 envoys have a good impression of the Holy Light faith, it is a great good deed for the spread of the Holy Light.

Of course, the Order of the Silver Dawn is heavily influenced by the culture of the Empire, so after the ceremony, the paladins also held a drinking party in the castle of the Hand of Tyr, inviting the emissaries to rest for a while.

And this kind of drinking party is often used to exchange some power and interests.

"Thank you very much, Councillor Gore, for coming from afar to stand in solidarity with the great cause of the Light."

After the Grand Knight Fourding held a wine glass and clinked glasses with Councilor Gore in a dress, the two sat in a quiet corner of the reception, chatting about some foreshadowing topics, and in the face of the Grand Knight's thanks, Councilor Gore shook his head with a smile:

"No, no, no, Great Knight, although I am only a pan-believer, I have great respect for the true faith in the Holy Light, you may not know, I myself was born in North County, where there is a famous monastery, when I was a child, I would often be taken by my parents there to listen to the sermons of the priests, that was a rare leisure time when I was a child."

"Oh, you're talking about Northshire Abbey."

Old Fording put down his wine glass clearly, he looked at Councillor Gore in front of him, and he whispered:

"It is one of the three holy places of the Church of Light, and like the Chapel of the Wish of Light and the Monastery of Light, it occupies an important place in the Orthodox Faith, from which many famous saints appeared... But now that I've mentioned this topic, I'm going to take the liberty of asking, Councillor Gore, with your insight and predictions, do you think the Order of the Silver Dawn can reach an agreement with the Federation to retake the Northshire Abbey? ”

"This..."

Councilor Gore didn't know how to answer this question for a while, after all, it was just a monastery, and if there were no political factors, this request was nothing, but the problem was that North County was too close to New Stormwind, and if there was chaos there, it would be easy to detonate a bomb in the heart of the Federation.

So after thinking for a moment, Councillor Gore said to Old Ferding with a serious face:

"If you can guarantee that the Northshire Abbey will not be used to deliver messages for the Empire or to train spies, then this matter can be discussed, but not with me, but with the Federation ambassadors who will come later, after all, I am only here as a spectator of the Federation."

"The Order of the Silver Dawn is an independent country, and we do have close ties with the Empire, but as a small country surrounded by federal forces, we also think about our own safety, so we will not do those dangerous things."

Grand Knight Fordin gave Councillor Gore a reassurance in his own way, and then he looked left and right and lowered his voice:

"Besides, if this matter is not negotiated with you first, even if we reach an agreement with the Federal Ambassador, it is destined to be a bamboo basket for nothing, who doesn't know, the land and real estate in North County are now in the hands of the "Veterans Federation"... And you, if I'm not mistaken, are supposed to be a veteran member of the Veterans Federation... You're the real controller of Northshire, and you're single-handedly inflating the price of property in Northshire to an appalling level, am I right? ”

"Ah, that's just a small attempt."

Congressman Gore was exposed, but he was not angry, on the contrary, he meaningfully re-picked his glass, leaned back comfortably on the sofa, and looked at Old Fordin:

"The successful publicity has shown us the great potential of real estate, but that is a case that cannot be replicated, but you also have a point, the current title deeds of North County Abbey are indeed kept in the hands of the Veterans Federation, but the question is, why should we help you? Old Fording, you and I are both veterans who have fought orcs together, and for the sake of war, I'll just say it. ”

"The Veterans Federation is essentially a consortium, we need to see the benefits before we act, you want to return to the North County Monastery, the holy place of the Holy Light Faith, then, what can you give? And most importantly, what do we get? ”

"Well said!"

Old Fording put his glass on the table, and he propped his chin in his hands, and looked at Councillor Gore, like a knight on battle, and asked bluntly:

"Then let's have an exchange between the warriors, say! Mr. Gore, what do you want? ”

"Refreshing!"

Councillor Gore, with a reckless temperament that did not suit his identity, drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and then reached out and knocked on the table, and he said word by word:

"What we want is simple... Anduin. Wrynn, we want this kid to be the next head of state of the Order of the Silver Dawn! If you agree to this exchange, then not only will you get the Northshire Monastery, but you will also be able to return it to you as well, as well as the Bright Monastery in the Tirisfa region, which is currently sealed by the Federation! ”

"The Veterans Federation will also spend a lot of money to help you build a business system in the Silver Dawn Order, and track our sales channels, so that the people of your new country can live and work in peace and contentment... Most importantly, in the next 20 years, any military action initiated by the Federal Assembly against the Order of the Silver Dawn... None of them will be passed! ”

Councillor Gore's request made Fordin's eyes narrow, and after a dozen seconds, the Grand Knight asked rhetorically:

"What about 20 years from now? Anduin, who had grown up at that time. Wryon will become the de facto controller of the Order of the Silver Dawn, and with his deep ties to you and his background, at that time, the Order State that we have worked so hard to build will probably become another vassal of the Federation, right? ”

"You want to trick us into betraying our future? It's really a black-hearted businessman..."

Ferdin's sarcasm did not make Councillor Gore angry, on the contrary, the councillor stood up graciously, straightened his collar, and said to old Ferding in a playful tone:

"Sell the future, at least in exchange for the present, Knight Fording, you and I both know that there are some things that you and I can't stop, the world is changing, who knows what will happen in 20 years, maybe the empire won't exist at that time... We are ready to wait for your reply, Grand Knight, and for now, I beg your pardon, but I am on my way to meet a guest from afar. ”

"Would you like to come along?"

"Click"

The sound of the slowing down of the fast-moving carriage and finally stopping its vibrations woke the drowsy Anduin and Salantia, who lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out of the window, where the light of dusk was shining on the land of Stratholme.

The plagues, undead and demons that raged here years ago seem to be a thing of the past, and the war-torn land has been restored, and Anduin sees the misty city of Andorhar in the distance, which was destroyed in the Great War in the North but is now being restored by the knights of the Order of the Silver Dawn, which is now the border city of the Order in the western Stratholme district, where a knight of the Order lives and hundreds of thousands of civilians who do not want to leave their homeland.

In the forest behind the carriage, the Sindra elves who live in the Tirisfa region have set up a large magic barrier outside the forest to ensure that the huge amount of magic escaping from Tirisfa will not damage the ecological environment of the Stratholme area, but to be honest, a huge magic force that can trigger the tide of world magic is not something that a barrier can stop at all, so in the past few years, the ecology of the Stratholme region has actually been affected by those escaping magic.

Although far less terrifying than the Tirisfa region, which is located at the center of the magic rage, there are still many creatures that have been modified by magic in the remote areas of this land.

The undead of the Order of the Silver Dawn and Stratholme City often organize hunters to clean up the magic beasts that continue to breed on this land, and they also find ways to domesticate some magic beasts, because of the penetration of magic power, this land has changed more or less, and the land here has become very suitable for the growth of those magic plants, so in the past few years, the farmers here have begun to grow some elementary magic plants, and then sold them to the Federation through merchants, and they have also made some money.

Another piece of good news about this land is that in Quel'Thalas, north of Stratholme, the plant riot in the ancestral land of the High Elves that was destroyed in the botanical scourge has finally subsided, and the surging vitality there has completely subsided last fall, but the land has been 100% covered by forests, and even the magnificent Silvermoon City has been reduced to the ruins of the forest.

And until the political conflict between the two sides is resolved, it will be difficult for the High Elves who are now located in the wilderness of Kalimdofilas to return to their homeland.

"Master Anduin, we're here!"

A knight respectfully said to Anduin and Sarandia who were sitting in the carriage, and the next moment the door of the carriage opened, and Anduin, a young man in a hunting suit, jumped out of the carriage nimbly, and then reflexively picked up Salantia, who was wearing a skirt and had difficulty moving, and he turned to the knight and said:

"Herb, how many times have you said it, don't call me young master! Just call me Anduin. ”

The young knight smiled and did not answer, and the groom who drove brought Anduin a war horse, who skillfully rode the war horse, and let Sarandia sit in his arms, the two children who grew up together did not feel that there was anything wrong with this intimate gesture, but in the eyes of the other knights, they always felt that their little master seemed to be really a standard gentleman, and even when he came out to join the army, he had to take his delicate little maid with him.

"Is this the Hand of Tyr?"

Anduin took the reins of his horse, and the majestic horse neighed, and walked forward quickly, and the heavily armed knights followed Anduin, and the little prince looked at the low castle by the forest in front of him, and he frowned and said to the knights beside him:

"Herb, how is this different from what is described in my book? Shouldn't the castle of the Hand of Tyr be one of the largest in the North? ”

"No, no, young master... Uh, well, Anduin, this isn't the hand of Tyr, we've just passed the city of Andor. ”

Congressman Maxwell's second son, 23-year-old Herb. Knight Maxwell explained in detail the oath of allegiance to his little master:

"The Hand of Tyr is in the southeast of Stratholme, this is the Crown Tower, near the former site of Talon County, here is still half a day away from the Hand of Tyr, but we have entered the area controlled by the Silver Dawn, and my father told him before leaving, the Silver Dawn is a bit of an old-fashioned guy, so in order to impress them, you had better act like a qualified paladin..."

"You don't have to wear armor, but a true paladin shouldn't be with a girl..."

As he spoke, the loyal Herb gave Anduin a look and signaled that it was best for him to return the little maid in his arms to the carriage, lest this profligate posture make a bad impression on the paladins of the Silver Dawn Order, but Anduin didn't care, he didn't even think about it.

The silly boy waved his hand, and said to Herb with great interest:

"Then let's go to the Hand of Tyr! Let's compete to see who is better at equestrianism! ”

With that, Anduin hugged Sarandia in his arms, then grabbed the reins, and in the light laughter of Salantia, the war horse carrying the two children neighed and rushed out, and the other guardian knights could only ride their horses to follow.

Frankly speaking, the area controlled by the Order of the Silver Dawn in the Stratholme District is still very vast, counting those fragmented and disputed areas, the area they control can barely be reduced to the size of a province of the original Lordaeron Kingdom, which is already a reasonable territory area for the Order State, and because there are often caravans coming and going, so in the past few years, the Paladins have also built a road from Andorhar to the Hand of Tyr and the Chapel of the Wish of Light.

The war horse galloped on the road, Anduin's golden hair fluttered in the wind, he was wearing a well-made black hunting suit, the gray big hat was hunting behind his back, and Sarantia, who was wearing a floral dress, had his hands on Anduin's neck, and the whole person was leaning on the arms of two little boyfriends who had no guesses, and the scene looked very literary.

Both children are happy inside, and they even want to make this road never-ending... But we all know that it's impossible.

Ten minutes later, at the Kaulin intersection, under the escort of the guard knights, Anduin, who had been galloping all the way, suddenly pulled up the reins of his horse, and in the neighing and movement of the war horse, Anduin saw several people standing at the intersection to greet them.

There was Uncle Gore, whom he knew, and who he knew very well, and an old knight in armor with a serious face and a gloomy face that he had not seen, and some young knights who looked at him curiously, and in the gaze of those young men, there was curiosity and hostility, as the two children had predicted before, hostility, more than curiosity and welcome.

Anduin jumped off the horse, helped Sarandia off the horse, and then straightened his clothes, brushed his hair, and then walked to the people in front of him, he was a little nervous, Sarandia held his hand, the little prince breathed a few times, first hugged Uncle Gore warmly with a rich face and a smile on his face, and then introduced himself to everyone around him with a calm face:

"Good day, ladies of the Order of the Silver Dawn... I'm Paladin Anduin. Wrynn, I've come to join the Silver Knights of the Dawn..."

"I also brought my gifts..."

Anduin took the wooden box from Salantia's hand and handed it to the gloomy old Ferdin:

"A relic from the ancient god of justice, Tyr... It is also the source of the legend of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the object of divine grace, and the whereabouts of the Silver Hand! 2k reading network