Time: 13th year of the Black Gate / Location: Talonshire in the book

The Sermon Festival began, and it was interesting to note that one of the seven papal seats was empty. The companions didn't seem to be in danger for the time being, but everyone didn't seem comfortable. Judging from the situation at the gates of the city, it is incredible that Kel'thugad alone took down my companions, many of whom were strong men, and that he was able to capture them alive. The Arcane genius Yuna Rastaha, the Guardian of the Paper Palace, the Chosen One of the Brahmans, the Siren Great Wave, the Chosen One of the Seas, the Shadow Juggara, the Seven Warrior Monks of the Dragon Cult, and the Insect Master Anubester, the Prince of the Eldraine Wormmen, all of them have a tough battle with Kel'thugad. According to Abby's magic detection, the three of us at this time were enough to barely overcome, but we were afraid of the countless Kingdom soldiers that the war would induce, so we didn't do it.

I'm afraid Minna's hunch was accurate, and he must have used the next tactics on my companions to capture them all.

At this time, the stage had already begun to discern the meeting, and the fat and oily Holy Hammer Gooden was arguing eloquently with the tall old man, Gooden seemed to be a straw bag of waste, but when it came to the inscriptions and aphorisms on the Holy Word Book, it was like a treasure. His views were very much in line with Protestantism, and Old Man Burley and I were as supportive of traditional doctrine as we were, that is, the broad, generous, and inclusive doctrinal truths.

While the two were arguing, I observed several high-ranking people among the crowded people. Kel'thugad stood not far from us, and behind him was a small group of Dalaran battle mages, dressed in robes with the insignia of the Violet Eye, making them stand out in the crowd.

Pope Fao was in the middle of the crowd, and if he hadn't taken the initiative to make a few gestures to me, I wouldn't have been able to spot this inconspicuous old man.

At least fifty paladins, led by Uther and Gavin Rad, knelt on one knee under the front of the Ten Thousand Light Towers, each of them wearing hundreds of pounds of sacred deeds, or iron books made of metal, and wearing steel armor and heavy weapons. Uther's symbolic artifact, the Silver Hand, was held headfirst to the ground, his hands crossed on the handle of the hammer, his eyes reverently flattened, and his body motionless. The five paladins were on the same level as the bishops, but in terms of the priesthood, the Templars were responsible for protecting the temple and the archbishops themselves, so they had to deign to sit down at the evangelistic conference.

Gavinrad knelt half a step behind Uther, holding in both hands a huge blade with the hilt of a flying eagle, which was not much lighter than the silver hand, and weighed more than five hundred kilograms.

There is a blonde boy in the ranks of the paladins, when the Black Gate was 17 years old, the royal family of Lordaeron visited Tarunmir, I met him once, if I remember correctly, this guy is the prince of Lordaeron [Arthas Minehir] who will kill his father and slaughter his best friend, subvert the motherland, and poison the people - that is, the current Lich King who sits on the frozen throne in the far north!

The common people present were all followers of the Holy Light Sect, but among them, the cultivators and fishermen probably didn't even know how to write, let alone understand the puja. But a few people nodded frequently in approval. Especially the half-giant Okus, who listened to it with relish, and applauded from time to time.

This much-anticipated festival did not attract the presence of the old king, which was probably not very glorious or formal. Mama Redpass would never dare to give an invitation to the royal family. Also not present were the Dwarves, the Holy Light Sect also had a great influence among the Dwarves, and the Seventy-Two Pillars included eighteen Dwarven Bishops, but none of them were present. In fact, I later learned that in the thirteenth year of the Black Gate, the king of the mountains, Anweimar, died, and in order to seize the territory, the three clans of Copperbeard, Black Iron and Brute Hammer launched the Battle of the Three Hammers (the actual year of occurrence was 230 years before the Black Gate, so in order to make the plot more compact, it was changed to this time).

Among the people, there are many people with superior powers, each with a ghost, and most of them come for the holy staff. In the world of Azeroth, ritual artifacts are extremely expensive luxuries, and can sometimes even be used as currency to buy two villages or a county. The hero with the artifact in his hand has also become the target of the heroes. Without the Arch-Curia of Fao, there is no one to restrain the seventy-two pillars of the divided side, which is why there is such a comical sermon puja, which is actually the Liwei assembly of the Talonshire Cathedral in its bones.

And then there's the origin of the staff, I don't think the religious stories in the Book of Words take place in Azeroth, so the scepter shouldn't be in this world.

The louder the two on the stage talked, and the dwarfs and elves were also involved, only Mama Redpass and Pirate Jack did not participate in the debate, and Sezhin behind him listened to it with a big head, eager to hack those people to death with a sword, and then publicize the majesty of the Supreme Brahma himself.

I only heard the old lady cough softly, and several people on the stage were interrupted by this cough and sat back in place awkwardly. The old mama's status was not higher than that of the other bishops, but she had a holy scepter in her hand that was coveted by a few people, so they had no choice but to lie in the wilderness and temporarily regain their edge.

The old lady stood up and said in a deep voice, "Are you tired? In front of so many devout believers, let's not lose our temper like ordinary evangelists." The purpose of inviting the brothers was actually to watch the public execution. ”

The bishops' expressions returned to seriousness, they did not come to see the burning at the stake, they came for the scepter.

Gooden's voice sounded like thunder: "Who is the Holy Light trying to punish here?" It seems that no one cared about who would die today.

The old lady said, "We have captured the son of the devil. ”

Burley said sourly, "Is it your new word for the Talon County Cathedral again?"

Mama: "Brother, we are all children of our fathers, and anyone who doubts him is a demon. ”

Bury: "The father of Kuanren will not care about those little things, and this broken definition is also your own thoughts!"

Mama: "The first of the Ten Commandments is 'You shall have no other gods than the Father'!"

The dwarf bishop Cumpo had not been able to speak, but when he finally got the opportunity, he stood in his chair, jumped to his feet, and said: "That means that within our sect, since you are the servant and child of the father, you cannot go to the end of the day, and you are not allowed to kill innocents indiscriminately in the name of the father!

Mama: "Agassa, do you have another religion in mind? Are you also a heretic?"

Kunbo's beard was pouted: "I will never betray my father." What I'm saying is that even if they are not in the Holy Light Sect, they are still children of the Father, just ignorance, not sin! The Father will never kill stupid poor people!"

Mama: "The Father is loving, but can I allow them to slander our Father in a low voice?"

Pirate Jack: "Hahahaha! Don't argue, we both know that we're not here to discuss Shengyi, so why pretend to be playful?

"Pirate bastard, are you crazy, how can a miracle be bought?" said Sauron.

"Yo, isn't this Brother Sauron, when are you going to be a guest on my fleet, so that you can use your light to heal the hungry sharks!"

"Coincidentally, there is time now. Your fleet is still on the coastline of the Wraith Lands, is it?, have you paid the berthing fees?" Sauron's information was not only counterproductive, but also reminded the Bishops present that the pirate had a well-trained army and could go to war at any time to snatch the Scepter.

Mama said calmly, "Bishop Von der Lores is right, the blessings from the Heavenly Temple cannot be measured in money. Originally, Talung County didn't dare to enjoy it exclusively, and the more believers who benefited him, the better, so I convened this puja, originally wanting the most proficient brother to be in charge of this thing, but now that we are arguing, no one can convince anyone, so the old man suggested that we should compete and compete. ”

Pirate Jack: "Want to fight?"

Mama: "No, no, no, we are all brothers and sisters under the blessing. It's just a competition, stop at the point, don't hurt your feelings. And it's not just us, anyone who has been blessed by the Holy Will can come to the stage. ”

Sauron: "Are you saying that these ordinary people in Daronshire, as well as the gray-haired old mage Dalaran, are also eligible for the Holy Scepter?"

Mama: "That's what it means, the ownership of the scepter is entirely up to the Father, and the same is true for the sons of demons and the captives. ”

Jack: "The winner is king!"

Mama: "The people of Lordaeron here, do you understand? "Although the conditions have been relaxed, how dare the people go up. I saw Sauron glancing at the elf team under the stage, and the red-haired elf girl walked up.

The three of us were not in a hurry, for there was also the question of the right to dispose of the captives, and it was possible that it was a trap for Kel'thugad and Mama Redpass to wipe out us heretics.

Mama: "It's Sauron's disciple Liadrin! Who would dare to fight him?"

Before he could finish speaking, an old man in a coarse cloth robe separated from the crowd and ran up from the side curtain, followed by a child, but was stopped by the guards on the side curtain.

"I'll it!" the old priest with Mediterranean hair was named Wardion, and the child who was looking at me now was myself. Father Wardion came to the podium and bowed half to the bishops, smiling hippie in the empty seat on the left.

Gooden knew him and snorted vigorously through his nostrils.

Mama was a little overwhelmed and hurriedly asked, "Brother, who are you?"

Wardien was asked a little awkwardly: "I... My name is Wodeon, I am from the diocese of Tarummere, I came on the commission of Lloyd, Bishop of the Kingdom of Stormgard, he has been seriously ill in bed for many years, I am his chess friend... That one... I have his token. As he spoke, Wardion took out a bottle of pure gold from his wide linen cuffs, the mouth of which was a cross-shaped nebulizer, and the bottom was an almost spherical bottle. I seem to have a slight impression of this thing, because the appearance of this kind of thing in poor pastors like Wardion and myself always feels like stealing in the eyes of others, so I am especially impressed. It's just that I can't pay attention to it right now.

The familiar child looked at me with the same puzzled gaze, and I believe that the look in his eyes was exactly the same as his. Father Wardion was originally a time-traveler, but when he saw him in the past, the two became one. And I didn't have this kind of connection with my childhood self, probably because it was in a book, not in the flow of time.

The atmosphere on the stage reached a freezing point, and the more Wardion seemed wise, the more uncomfortable the bishops became, and the most uncomfortable was Liadeline, who had just come on the field and was stolen by the strange old man. No one came up to challenge it now, only the proud elf was left aside.

Mama settled down and walked to the edge of the podium again: "Everyone, Father Wardion is obviously rare to see such a large market, please don't be surprised." The competition continues, who wants to challenge Liadrin!"

A small acid rain about half a meter in diameter interrupted Mama's questioning, and a rickety young man jumped out of the camp of the mage Kenrito led by Kelthugad, and Mama immediately made a polite introduction: "Oh no!

Abby immediately snorted disdainfully, "The corpse witch of the Psychic Academy—Les Frostwhisper!"

Given that this guy is Abby's defeated subordinate, I have a general idea of the strength of the two. This guy has meanness and cruelty in his bones, but a mortal body without the blessing of hell should not be able to make any waves, and the corpse witches, including Kel'thugad, rely on the immortal body and the boneless cold of hell, neither of which he has now, so Liadlin should be sure to win.

The red-haired elven priest swung his robe and bowed coldly to his opponent. However, Les didn't know what was going on, taking advantage of the opponent's lack of raising his head, he drew the green and light smoke circle in the air between the two, and he had already saved the time to form the formation and took a slight advantage. Liadline was not surprised by his dastardly behavior, and without even removing the staff that was lying across his back, she stretched out a finger and hooked it twice at Les, making a provocative gesture.

Rice's withered palm drew a circle around the perimeter of the circle, and with a push of his hand, a stream of acid sprayed at Liadrin. The elf didn't cast a spell, but swayed lightly towards the enemy, ghostly dodging the acid. Seeing that the other party didn't take himself in his eyes at all, Les became more and more irritable, and without waiting for Liadline to stick in front of him, he took the initiative to retreat four or five steps back, almost falling under the stage, the thin woman took off the staff first, and vigorously inserted it into the table, the tip of this staff was not a magic stone or something, but a sculpture of a seahorse, its outstretched long mouth instantly sucked the magic circle pattern in the air into the body, followed by a fountain-like acid jet. The bishops on the stage didn't say a word, and the affected old man didn't even raise his eyelids, and when a large stream of acid splashed half a meter away from the old man, he was blocked by the sudden appearance of the holy light barrier.

Liadline was still dodging left and right, and was about to be hit, when suddenly the elf propped up the ground with one hand and somersaulted out of thin air, just in time to dodge the acid that was waving left and right. To us and Liadrin, Les is like a peeing boy, stupid.

Liadline was in front of Les left when she rolled over and landed, and the seahorse chased her figure and shifted 90 degrees to the left, and because it was too close, she almost sprayed Jack in the face, but fortunately Jack was not a vegetarian either, and the anchor of the Holy Light suddenly became huge and swallowed the attack.

Even I didn't expect Liadline to be able to suppress a mid-level mage when she didn't show any Light attainments, because a priest like me didn't have much study of physical skills and combat skills, let alone hand-to-hand combat and light footwork. However, Sauron's beloved disciple completely subverted the traditional concept of a priest, and she must have received formal combat physical training from Quel'Salas.

The mage who was close to him was also helpless, Les was already in chaos, the seahorse was rotating 360 degrees and spraying acid, without any scruples about the meaning of the people in the audience, I happened to be within his attack range, and hurriedly held down Abby with one hand, asking her not to make a move first, waving horizontally with the other hand, and reciting a prayer in her mouth at the same time: "Ring the bell of hope, how many prayers are sent to my heart, so that I can't see failure, and the love of success is always there-Amen!"

A [Wall of Sages] immediately crossed the front row of the audience, and the acid rain and the particles of the holy light collided together, creating a large amount of sulfur dioxide poisonous mist, but at the same time, the rising halo purified it, and in less than a second, the green mist was diluted without a trace. The audience around me didn't understand what was happening, and a few of them sat on the ground in fright, and until now, they haven't found a legal person to protect them. But the bishops on the stage seemed to notice me, and Gooden squinted, a lewd and greasy gaze swept over my face.

But their attention was quickly attracted by Liadeline's skill, she crouched down, grabbed Les's thin ankle, and pushed forward with the middle of the staff, pushing the seahorse towards the overwhelmed Rice, but Les reacted quickly, turned his head, dodged the seahorse's mouth, and after giving it to her shoulder, Liadelin stood up, grabbed her neck, and raised her palm. I dripping the holy light! With this big mouth, he spun around in place before the acid spraying spell stopped. Then she kicked on Les's stomach, and she was about to fall under the platform, holding the staff under the platform with both hands, but she didn't notice that the wooden bar at the bottom had already rotted, and the mage fell under the stage along with the staff.

Mama unconsciously glanced at Kel'thugad, who was casually talking to the disciple next to her.

Mama Redpass reluctantly spoke, "Liadline got this competition off to a great start, she had countless chances to kill her opponents, but she still adhered to the principle of putting kindness first, which we admired. Please be the next one to challenge Priest Liadrin, please come up quickly。。。。。。。。。!" (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)