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www.mpzw.com) "What the hell happened to Stratholme, and why did the Knights of the Silver Hand block the road?" asked the young priestess.

"Don't worry, your father and brother were drafted by the Duke not long ago, and they are not in Stratholme. In the darkness of the night, a soldier with a torch replied: "As for the situation of Stratholme......"

He looked around for a while and then lowered his voice and said, "Rumor has it that His Royal Highness the Prince is exterminating the heretics there. ”

Has the paganism mentioned by the Bishop spread to Stratholme, and why would the Prince of Arthas interfere in the affairs of the Church of the Light...... The pastor also noticed the word 'extermination', and she had too many questions, but the person who had searched for it didn't know much more.

At least knowing that her family is safe, then she can complete the task assigned by the bishop without distraction.

She handed the soldier a small bag of gold coins, who carefully accepted them and asked, "Are you really going to go north alone, the road has been very unsafe lately?" ”

"Even the most vicious robbers dare not embarrass the priest of the Church of Light. The young priestess laughed, raised her staff in her hand, and said in a relaxed tone, "Besides, we are not helpless. ”

The situation was worse than she had imagined, and she thought to herself that she would have to find out what was going on so that she could report it to the bishop.

The soldier handed her a map and got out of the way.

"May the Light be with you, Keeper of Lordaeron. ”

"May the Light be with you, Miss Rivendell. ”

……

Clement woke up in the darkness, she lit the extinguished candle and sighed as she rubbed her stiff neck.

On the table lay an unfinished book, which she had transcribed from memory.

The three pastors in the team all started their careers after the natural disaster. They had rightfully become combat priests, and none of them had even read the teachings of the Light that were thick enough to be used as weapons.

The past is long gone, but the memories are like maggots on tarsal bones.

She hunched down on the table, silently writing the teachings of the Light without pause.

……

Ever since the three map-making knights handed Loria three scribbles that had no similarities at all, she had simply asked Qianqian to do the work, who was so happy that she seemed to be embarrassed that she was always eating for nothing and not working.

A rudimentary dining table, missing a leg, was held steady with stones, and a large amount of paper was scattered on it.

The papers of various sizes were printed with printed handwriting, others had various patterns on the back, and the blank spaces were densely packed with handwriting, which appeared to have been taken from many different books.

The candlelight had become rather dim, but Loria was unaware of what was being written. Sometimes she rummaged through the pile of papers, sometimes crumpled the paper in her hand and threw it out, and sometimes tore a page from "The Idle Lady is Fun" to write and draw.

Gradually, the book, which was already quite thin, was dismantled by Loria.

Smoothing out the tuft of pink hair on top of her head in an eerie direction, Loria threw the drawing pencil in her hand hard.

The customs of these natives, who call themselves the Nords, alone consume countless pieces of paper, as well as their festivals, slang, allusions behind special words, taboos in conversation, wedding and funeral rituals, and rituals in everyday life.

To take root in this fertile land full of life, it is not enough for the Scarlet Crusaders as outsiders to know this.

How many and what are the indigenous religions here? What do they think of other religions? Are there true gods behind them? If so, are these true gods as kind as Elune, or are they the opposite?

Although the Scarlet Crusaders themselves were religious extremists, it was always good to have less trouble. As for the content of this part, it is not much to gain by asking the villagers directly, and can only be deduced from their scattered descriptions.

Understanding the political structure of the Nord people is very simple, and Qianqian has already made it very clear. The difficulty was how to spread the teachings of the Light as much and as quickly as possible without attracting the attention of Count Snowman.

There are also archival records of each believer...... His or her personal information, his or her profession, what is he or she good at, is he or she devout or pan-believed, has no purpose or does not believe at all?

Loria initially thought that such a small remote village would not have much information, so she deliberately chose this seemingly easy job.

The fact is that this table of messy wen jiàn hell, and the resulting wounded split hair.

As soon as she thought of this, the bunch of pink hair on her head couldn't help but want to curle, and Loria, who felt the grievances of her hair, hurriedly comforted: "We'll run away as soon as dawn and go to the woods to find honey to eat, okay?"

Loria has seen Roka talking to her hair many times, and as a pink fur, she has unwittingly inherited the mystical tradition of being friends with her hair.

There were many more troubles, and after finally soothing her hair, Loria put her small jewelry box on the table, opened it and rummaged through it.

The Crusaders had planned to build a simple wooden chapel near the village, but after a few days, even the most basic preparations had not been completed.

This was all because of a priestess named Venjenia, who opposed the construction of a simple chapel from the beginning.

……

'How can such a simple, rough and broken wooden house show the greatness of the Light, you are blasphemous!'

At first, she ignored her, and she began to babble in everyone's ears about how only a perfect church would be a suitable milestone for spreading the Light to other worlds.

'What does she want to do?, do you want to replicate a cathedral of Stormwind?' said she replied to the crowd after they were bothered and came to ask Loria.

So a qiē as usual.

Until one morning, everyone woke up and saw a scene that they will never forget—all the pebbles and pebbles along the creek were separated by color, size, and shape, and neatly re-stacked.

Even Alice was too frightened to go out, clutching the corners of Qianqian's clothes and trembling.

At noon, Ahri whimpered and ran out of the woods, and all his fox fur was trimmed to the same length, and Loria couldn't make out the slightest difference in length with a ruler.

In the evening, as Loria comforted Ahri, who was huddled in a corner shivering without eating or drinking, Clement screamed - the first time Loria had heard such a panicked voice from the strong and brave female knight. She followed the sound and ran out of the house, and saw the nearby woods that had been trimmed in the same shape.

She wants a Stormwind Cathedral, so we'll build a Stormwind Cathedral. Loria gathered everyone together and announced the final resolution in no uncertain terms, which was unanimously approved by everyone.

……

Many people still have doubts about the sudden emergence of the 'Church of Light', and mobilizing them to participate in the construction of the church without paying the fee may damage the crusad's credibility.

Loria pulled out a small ruby with no obvious blemishes from the box, thinking that it would be enough to pay for the villagers to help build the church.

Picking out the jewel and wrapping it, she leaned back in her chair for a momentary rest, her mind thinking back to what Clement had told her about Vengenia.

"Hmm...... Born in the early part of the month of the bolt. Loria muttered to herself, "What month is the corresponding solar calendar?"

Syllable!

She patted the table and stood up, the papers scattered all over the floor.

"Nine...... September!"

The tuft of pink hair on Miss Loria's head curled up without hesitation.

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