As Kuran said, Sylvanas arrived at the camp before dinner, bringing tents, food, and water, as well as some rangers' outfits and mages. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sylvanas left behind her supplies and left, and according to her, she was on orders from the Silvermoon Council to conduct a comprehensive reconnaissance of the Stratholme and Andohar regions.

Three days later, a plague-screening team sent by the Silvermoon Council arrived at the camp, and at Farran's request, they screened the refugees in batches, sending them away for each batch of refugees, and then returning to Lordaeron by boat. Judging from the news that has come from Lordaeron, only the port there is safe in the current Tiris, and the northern coast has been infiltrated by the undead.

Two days later, the refugee camp.

"You didn't send a single priest?" Benny frowned, looking at the elven mage in front of him.

In two days, they only screened less than 1,000 people, which was too slow, so Benny came to take a look, but he didn't expect to come over and find that there was not a single priest in the elf screening team.

"Because we believe in the arcane more than in the Light, Mr. Priest. The lead elven mage raised his head slightly, with the usual pride of elves on his face.

"This plague is the work of necromancy, you won't be unaware. And as a mage, you should know better than me that the Holy Light and necromancy are inherently opposed, and it is much easier for a priest to identify the plague than you!" Benny was a little speechless for his stubbornness with these elves, who believed in nothing but arcane, and he didn't know how there could be such a profession as a priest in this country.

"Your understanding of arcane is very shallow, Mr. Priest. Necromancy is also just one school of arcane. We know more about it than you might think. ”

"It's been half a month since we arrived here from Stratholme, and since you know so much about necromancy, I want to know, is it possible that the plague created by necromancy has been lurking in the human body for so long?"

"As far as I know, no. ”

"So, we're wasting our time, Mr. Mage. ”

The elven mage had a feeling of being fooled.

"You're smart, Mr. Pastor, but the screening won't stop, we're just in case. ”

"Then send out the priest, Mr. Mage, I know you don't believe us, send your own priest, a small dispelling of the disease will solve the problem. An ordinary priest can release at least 200 dispelling diseases a day, and the time for one release is no more than 3 seconds. With only 5 priests, a day is ----- than you," Benny gestured to the 10 or so mages behind him. "That's more than all of you can screen in 2 days. ”

"And ---," Benny interrupted the mage who wanted to speak. "You're not just wasting your time, you're wasting your own resources. There are nearly 10w people here, and the amount of food consumed every day is astronomical!"

"Your name, Mr. Reverend. The elf's face was no longer haughty.

"Benedict Smith, a nobody. ”

"Mr. Smith. Can we have a fight?"

"Contest?!" Benny wondered if he had misheard. "Does this have anything to do with what's going on right now?"

"Power speaks, Mr. Smith, and I will persuade the Council to let your human church take the lead in the screening of the plague. ”

"Can you convince the Council?" the elf seemed to be a little arrogant.

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Darkan, Darkan De La Heir, a member of the Silvermoon Council, Lord of Quel'Thalas. ”

Benny frowned, the biggest traitor in Quel'Thalas?!The culprit in the fall of Quel'Thalas?!The most important thing is that this thing is at least 1500 years old, and it's an archmage!

"Are you sure, Your Excellency? An archmage challenging a 17-year-old priest?"

"Or how about we just say what you didn't say?"

The smirk on Darkan's face wanted Benny to punch him, though it was a question of whether he could get through.

"Or what if I said it just now?"

Fran came slowly, followed by David Croford and a few paladins.

"Oh, Bishop Fran. Darkan bowed slightly.

"I want to try. Benny said suddenly.

"Are you sure?" said Flange frowned. "He's 100 years old for you, Benny. ”

"I want to punch him in that arrogant face. If the Light allows. ”

"Well, it can't be worse than it is now, is it? Flange waved his hand, stopping others who wanted to speak up. "Clear a clearing. ”

The efficiency of the people was very fast, and in less than 1 minute, a clearing with a diameter of 20 meters was cleared.

"Please, Pastor Smith. Darkan bowed to Benny, who was standing across the clearing.

"You know what. Benny held up the shield of light.

"I hate your hypocritical face so much. The tattoo on his forehead turned into a mark, and the holy light lit up, and the intense light made Benny's face a little dazed.

Darkan didn't speak, he was going to use magic to shut up this priest!

His hands lit up with a blue glow. Twenty missiles appeared almost simultaneously, with blue tails, crashing into Benny.

"Holy Light, help me ward off the enemy. ”

As soon as the words came out, the shield of holy light turned into substance, and the blue missiles hit the shield, the shield did not react, and the missiles disintegrated in front of the shield, turning into pure arcane and dissipating into the air.

"Magic dispelling?!" Darkan blurted.

"Holy Light, help me to destroy evil. ”

Dozens of substantial-like Holy Light Flying Swords appeared out of thin air, the tips of their swords aimed at Darkan.

Darkan's face changed, mana shield, ice shield.

The Holy Light Swords didn't give him more time to react, and they crashed into Darkan.

The clash of shields and flying swords burst into clouds of blue and gold light. The ice shield broke in an instant, and the mana shield was holding on.

At the end of the impact, the pale blue shield flickered twice and dissipated, Darkan was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, his legs trembled violently, and if it weren't for the staff in his hand, he would have fallen to his knees. That's a sign of mental overdraft.

"Throw in the towel?" said Benny, who was also pale, standing proudly.

"Surprising spell, Mr. Smith, but I don't believe you have any power left. ”

"You remind me of a sentence, Mr. Darkan. ”

"What?"

"Since you may not understand it at all, I will express it by action. ”

The holy light condensed into ---- palm around Darkan, the palm flickered and flickered, but it was strong towards Darkan's face.

"It's called 'Slap in the Face', Honorable Member of the Silvermoon Council, Lord of Quel'Thalas, Archmage, Your Excellency Darkan Drahir. ”