Watching the benevolent and noble old man stretch out his withered hand to himself, Duke had mixed feelings. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It's not like he didn't think about using the seven eternal places that Alexstasza had transferred to him. The results of the system's scan frustrated him.

"There is a 98.44% chance that the archbishop has cleared too much evil and that his accumulated dark power has undermined his body's acceptance of the Light. As a result, the archbishop was unable to withstand the excessive power of the Holy Light in his body and walked into self-destruction. ”

Duke sighed deeply, stretched out his hand, and gently took Alonsos' hand.

The soft light came, and it was like a warm winter sun.

There is no surging sense of power, no majesty from above, and there is just the benevolent belief that an old man has devoted his life to.

In the golden light, Duke found that his spirit was also in a trance.

The vision became blurred, and the scene in front of me seemed to have traveled through more than 2,000 years of time, and came to the newly founded Lordaeron.

Countless new human settlements are scattered across the lush Tirisfarin landscape.

After defeating the evil trolls, humanity is taking root in the forest. With the hope of civilization, absorb nutrients and multiply on this land.

King Minethil loved his people deeply, because he firmly believed that his efforts would one day make these powerful people feed back to all mankind.

They fought hard against countless beasts and remnants of trolls who were unwilling to be destroyed......

More than 2,000 years later, another green frenzy swept across the continent, except that the enemy was changed from trolls to orcs.

Humans and dwarves, High Elves, and even dragons have triumphed through everyone's efforts.

For the first time in 2,800 years, the earth was devastated.

Alonsos was sad because he could not support the people in the darkest times since the Pioneer Era, when the people needed hope the most.

Even with the mere will of the Light, Duke could feel Alonsos' grief.

The land is devastated and people are displaced.

The woman who lost her husband carried the baby waiting to be fed, endured the grief of the war, and did the man's work with tears in her eyes: climbing on the roof to help the neighbor's aunt repair the hole in the roof, braving the cold wind to go up the mountain to chop wood in the cold winter, and picking up a scythe like a man to launch a desperate charge against the hungry orcs who rushed to the village......

Everything that Alonsos had witnessed was passed on, so true to Duke's eyes.

For the king, the war was over.

For the people, the war is not over.

The old peace was short-lived.

New wars will come.

At this moment, Duke truly felt a sense of mission that he and the Azerothians breathed the same future air and shouldered a common destiny.

Obviously, as a traverser, he has the eyes of a prophet who is enough to make everyone in the world tremble.

But Duke isn't doing enough.

It could be done better.

Protecting Azeroth, the last habitat of humanity, is no easy task.

Duke can't go back.

In that case, be prepared to spend decades, if not centuries, until the Genesis Titan returns and destroys the Burning Legion to complete the ultimate peace.

He shoulders the future of the entire Azeroth, the inheritance of civilization and the continuation of order.

His own efforts to change World War II were only a small step in changing the future of Azeroth.

This is far from enough, the battle between the Alliance and the Horde on the Eastern Kingdom Continent, which accounts for only one-fifth of Azeroth, and even the war that will spread to the entire world in the future, is ridiculously primitive in front of the Burning Legion's space warships.

"There is still a lot I can do, more black technology, more progress, more magical skills, only in this way, can the human race, no, the entire alliance stand at the end of this mysterious universe. ”

Alonsos Fao didn't have the ability to read minds, and he didn't know what Duke had seen, discovered, and comprehended after the transmission of the light that had passed through his will.

But seeing the look on the face of the most gifted and versatile young man in the history of mankind, Alonsos knew that he, as the guide, had opened the door to a wide world for Duke.

He no longer had the opportunity to see the magnificent scenery at the gate, but he knew that the will of the Holy Light would be passed on and the hope of humanity would be rekindled.

Alonsos smiled and patted Duke on the shoulder, making a gesture that Duke couldn't have surprised him against.

He should have been extremely weak, Huo Ran got up from the bed.

Not at all like a dying man.

Only Duke was saddened, he knew that Alonsos, a venerable elder, had let go of the last shackles and allowed the power of the light to impact every cell, every muscle, and every internal organ in his body.

This is his last glory, and it is also the last will that Archbishop of the Holy Light wants to pass on to the world.

The entire Basilica of the Holy Light responded to Alonsos' will, no, not only this one church, from the Tirisfal glades, from the silver pine forests, from the white domes of every church on the continent,

Countless golden rays of light crossed the void and came here, converging into a huge pillar of light with a diameter of more than 100 meters, rising into the sky in the center of Lordaeron City.

In every side room of the cathedral where Alonsos is located, the prayer halls of the priests are echoing in unison. But the bishops, large and small, dressed in ornate robes, opened their eyes in astonishment, because for the first time in the originally ethereal and silent spiritual world, there was a response from the Holy Light

The temple bell sensed the intense holy light echoing in the air, and suddenly rang to itself!

The priests rushed out of the prayer hall and watched the door of Archbishop Fao's hospital room burst open.

No one opened the door, and Alonsos floated out of the air under the power of the Light, and Duke followed him to the center of the main hall.

Alonsos stood in the void, as if a god had descended into the world.

Every pastor consciously prostrates on the ground.

Each paladin knelt on one knee and stroked the breastplate of his left chest with his right hand.

Even the kings of a nation bow deeply to show their humility to the divine power.

Alonsos smiled and spoke: "I was asked why I didn't appoint the next Archbishop of the Holy Light. At this last moment, I will answer this question to you. ”

Several bishops, who had tried to fight for power, suddenly trembled, and unconsciously made their foreheads more solid against the cold ground. (To be continued.) )