Renault's face failed, and everyone's attention refocused on Dick, and the guy continued to talk,

"The appearance of the Dreadlord is only one aspect, there is another aspect, it is the plague event this time, also in conjunction with Lady Gianna, I luckily killed the rebellious Dalaran Archmage Kel'thugad, and from his relics, we have found traces of the terrible dark power!"

With that, Dick opened his backpack and took out the cursed staff that he had deliberately collected from Kel'thugad and left it on the ground when he picked up the Blade of Sattaras-Dark Empire, and handed it to Uther. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As the bigwigs passed on the sinister staff, Dick continued,

"According to Kel'thugad's description, during the year of his disappearance, he went to an evil place, where there was a terrible dark power, and what is more, Kel'thugad's contact in Stratholm was the Dreadlord who appeared by Arthas's side that day!

Dick's face was solemn, and as the staff passed in the hands of each participant, the atmosphere in the whole hall became heavy.

"Although we don't know what role Arthas plays in their evil plan, we can be sure that whether it is Arthas, or Stratholme, or even us, the Knights of the Silver Hand, are part of their dirty plan, we don't know the goal of the dark forces yet, but I think that this plague incident is just an introduction, we must take warning, and prepare for a bitter battle before the dark forces really come!"

"That's the most important thing we're facing!"

The whole hall fell silent, I have to say, Dick's organization is clear, and every piece of evidence is straight to the core, and there are traces to follow, there is almost no need to worry that he is lying, but it is such evidence, and in the end, in this stormy time, a worse conclusion was reached, which made the depressed crowd can't help but explode.

Renault, the clown, jumped in the first place.

"So, Knight Dick, you must have understood this dark plan and already have a way to deal with it, right?"

Renault's eyes this time were already undisguised disgust, he knew that his father was an old nobleman with a strong class concept in his bones, and he was not even willing to let the Holy Light Monastery accept paladins from civilian families, but under the pressure of Uther, he had to make concessions, so he was sure that although his father admired Dick, he only appreciated it, because of Dick's background, it was decided that he and the Mograine family had never been on the same front.

Sure enough, after Renault spoke, Alessandro did not say anything, on the contrary, the stern old knight was looking at Dick with a strange gaze, but unlike the dirty things that Renault was thinking about, Alessandro was thinking about another thing in his heart.

In the face of Renault's provocation, Dick shook his head, he is not a bully, Renault's repeated provocations have aroused Dick's disgust from the bottom of his heart, so he decided to dig a big hole for Renault.

Dick looked at Alessandro and suddenly said,

"Knight Mograine, I am preparing to gather the paladins who have volunteered to go to Stratholme in the near future to re-establish the abandoned Stratholme as an outpost against the dark forces, and it just so happens that I heard that Your Excellency's adopted daughter, Miss Whitemayne, has become a priest who serves the Light, so please ask you to transfer Miss Whitemane to Stratholme as the Archbishop of Alonthos Chapel?"

Everyone was stunned, this request looked like a slap in the face of Alessandro, who didn't know, this old knight, the adopted daughter who doted on him the most, it was said that the young lady, was the daughter of the old knight's deceased squire, the old knight had always regarded her as his own, how could he put her in that ghost place in Stratholme.

But before Alessandro could get angry, Renault jumped out first, and when it came to the woman with whom he had already exchanged heartfelt feelings, it was impossible for any man to remain indifferent.

"Shut up, you pariah, how dare you, how dare you blaspheme Whitemayne!!!"

"Oh...!"

Dick uttered a meaningless tone word, and then gave a meaningful gaze into Alexandro's eyes, believing that the old knight would not fail to understand the meaning of his words.

Renault's performance was a little too nervous, which was not only seen by everyone at the second table, but also by the young Tyran Fortin, who and Renault were also friends since childhood, although the relationship is no longer what it used to be, he does not want anything to happen to Renault.

But just when Tyran wanted to get up, he was pressed on the chair by Ethan Wren, who had a solemn face, and the next moment, Alessandro, who had always been extremely demanding on his two sons, turned his stern gaze on Renault.

The latter saw his father's gaze that went straight to the bottom of his heart, and wanted to pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring, but how could the old knight, who had been on the battlefield for decades, not see the panic in Renault's eyes.

The world is like this, sometimes, when something is clearly happening under your nose, you just don't notice it, and you have to be a little bit of it from others, and you can react immediately.

At this time, recalling that Renault and Whitemane did have some intimate and excessive actions, Alessandro immediately understood that this old-fashioned old nobleman, as if he was about to explode, was about to stand up, but was pressed on the chair by Uther's outstretched hand, and the old knight reacted that this was his own family affair, and he couldn't let so many people see the joke.

So he took a deep breath and looked at Dick with a gaze mixed with gratitude and hatred, and at last he closed his eyes, nodded, and said in a voice without sorrow or joy,

"Yes... I'll have Whitemayne and 30 Light Priests rush to the Wish of Light Chapel as fast as possible to join you!"

"Wow!"

At this moment, everyone present almost jumped up on the spot, who doesn't love gossip?

But before the consternation of the crowd subsided, Uther asked,

"You said you were going to rebuild Stratholme, and that's your plan?"

"No, Knight Uther, I'm talking about changing Stratholm to an outpost, actually, I've always respected the five paladins of the first generation, as well as the seniors here, but one thing, I've been wondering for a long time when I became a paladin and faced those undead. ”

Dick said with a serious face,

"Why do you have to make the training process of the paladin so complicated, the knight of Uther you should have seen it with your own eyes, I was just an ordinary soldier before, but when I plucked up the courage to fight the undead, the holy light blessed me and made me its warrior, I don't believe that I am not the only one who awakens to become a paladin without strict training! So, why not spread the paladin?"

Before Uther, whose faces had changed slightly, could speak to Alessandro, Dick turned to the attendees and said in a loud voice,

"The basis of my plan is very simple, since the arrival of the Dark Tide is inevitable, then why don't we spread the flames of the paladins, the Knights of the Silver Hand currently have only 1500-1700 official paladins on the register, most of them are concentrated in Lordaeron, even if we gather together, how many undead can we kill?10w?100w?"

Dick's voice grew more and more intense,

"Brothers, open your eyes and see, there are nearly 70w undead in Andorhar alone, if the Prince of Arthas hadn't burned Stratholme, there would have been 60w undead in that city, just to clear these undead, it will take us a full 2 years, but will the dark forces leave us 2 years?"

Everyone didn't speak, to be precise, no one dared to speak, this question has already involved the original intention of the establishment of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the ranking officials only knew that there were five knights baptized in the first generation, but how many were from the nobility?

This question has already involved royal power, and in a world where the system is similar to that of the Middle Ages, but the aristocracy is far more powerful than the Middle Ages, at least at this time, this is a topic that cannot be touched.

The Knights of the Silver Hand, to be precise, is actually a knight that serves the nobles, and there are not no knights from civilian backgrounds, but compared to the noble knights, there are too many less.

Although Uther came from a humble background, he has now become a member of the aristocracy, as long as he is not mad, he will never take the initiative to echo Dick, but after all, Uther is a hero who really thinks about the people, and he does not want to see a promising young man like Dick ruined on this topic.

So he coughed lightly,

"Knight Dick, we'll talk about that later, but let's talk about your specific plans first. ”

"Uh..."

Dick looked at Uther and Alessandro with a gloomy face with some disappointment, he knew that he had failed, and although these people saw the darkness under his guidance, they still did not believe that the Lordaeron Empire would be destroyed overnight.

By that time, the distinction between nobles and commoners, hehe, it's just a joke, and the ghouls will let you go just because you are a nobleman?

But Dick calmed his mind, he thought for a moment, and continued,

"Then, my specific plan is: to use East Dalon Mill and Andohar as a training area, and to move the Hand of Tyr and the reserve knight training base of the Holy Light Monastery to the Storm Kingdom in the south, we now need more Holy Light warriors to strengthen their strength, so the recruits should put down their training wooden swords and take advantage of the time of darkness to learn to fight with the undead with the Holy Light!"

"When the new paladins lay a good foundation in the Stormwind Kingdom, we will send them to the battlefield of Lordaeron, we will speed up the increase in the number of paladins, according to my estimates, at most 2 months, a new batch of warriors will be able to set foot on the battlefield, and also, we can directly absorb strong enough warriors from the mercenaries, grant them the power seeds of the Holy Light, and let them grow into qualified paladins step by step in the battle against the undead. ”

"In the end, although the Knights of the Silver Hand will soon lose official support, I hope that you will hold out for three months, and according to Lady Gianna's assertion, within three months, the dark forces will strike again, and at that time, Your Majesty Terenus, I think the final conclusion will be that the Knights of the Silver Hand will still exist!"

"Because only we are the sharpest sword of mankind against the power of darkness!"

Dick said all his thoughts in a sonorous tone, he was doing his best to leave the last bit of seed for the silver hand, although the undead plague has caused cholera throughout the northern frontier, but the Stormwind Kingdom has been safe, and it is the ideal training base.

But before the crowd could recover from Dick's plan after plan, the door of the chapel was pushed open.

Farrick and Marvien walked into the hall one left and one right, both wearing helmets and followed by heavily armed royal guards. Looking at Dick standing at the front, Faric was silent for a few seconds, and then said in an emotionless voice,

"Dick Don, by order of His Royal Highness Prince Alsace, you... You're arrested! You're no longer a paladin!"