The Chapel of the Wish of Light is not so much a chapel as a tomb where many heroes who died in the Second War are buried.

Despite the fact that the chapel looks very simple and even shabby from the outside, the size of its catacombs is huge. More and more paladins will be buried here in the future, especially during the Third War, when the fallen Prince of Alsace brought disaster to Lordaeron, and the Knights of the Silver Hand exhumed the remains of a thousand heroic spirits and secretly transported them to the place for burial to avoid desecration by the Scourge Legion. This has made it a sanctuary of eternal protection by the Light, and the Heroic Spirits have even helped the Guardians fight off evil on several occasions.

The chapel faces east and west, with dozens of tents and wooden huts on the left and a training ground on the right that is surrounded by a fence. Every year, paladins come here to sweep the graves of the Heroic Spirits underground, and over time, they have slowly developed into what they are today.

In fact, this is not the headquarters of the Knights of the Silver Hand - it can be said that it is in the capital of Lordaeron, after all, it is the largest there; It can also be said to be Stratholme, which is not only not small in scale, but also has the most frequent activities; It can also be said to be the hand of Tyre in the southeast of this place......

At least within the Knights, there is no clear distinction between "headquarters" and "branches", but they only regard this place as one of the holy places in their minds. Members would pray before performing missions such as hunting for orcs, the Warsong Clan had been roaming the Northlands, raiding border villages, causing massacre, and so on.

At this time, there were no less than 100 paladins gathered here.

They were contacted from all over East Lordaeron and the Andohar region, and must have undergone a certain degree of screening. In two days, it is particularly rare to gather here in this era when travel is quite inconvenient.

The younger generation of paladins is good to say, the older generation of paladins are now many of them are lords, with prominent status, transcendent status, and often busy affairs, even so, once they received the call of the knights, they still put down everything and hurried to come, which has already shown to a certain extent the loyalty of these people to the faith and the knights.

Many of them were tired and tired, and I am afraid that many of them had just arrived here. Gathering in twos and threes to talk about something, it made the brightly lit camp look very lively.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, and it seemed that there were attendants cooking food, but it was past the meal, and it should have been kept hot for those who came after it.

The arrival of Arthas and others attracted everyone's attention. After all, dozens of people, plus twice the number of attendants and a large number of horses, still came out of a portal with a blue magical mist flowing outward, and it was difficult to keep a low profile.

Dalaran in this era is quite "autistic", and magic is still a very mysterious existence. Not to mention these paladins, even the big people who are much more knowledgeable than them rarely see teleportation magic, which only exists in legends.

But after seeing the leader of Arthas, the crowd hurriedly saluted. It's not a big gift, everyone in the Knights is equal, but when I see His Royal Highness the Prince, I have to express it.

Arthas waved his hand to the crowd, ignoring the people who followed him, letting them take care of themselves, and walked directly to the chapel with Orix and Faric.

Farick is the most trusted captain of the guard in Alsace. Not wanting to alarm his father, lest the prophecy of the prophecy have any negative effects before he has even been skimmed, the prince came in the name of returning to the Knights for training, and took him on the road alone.

It seemed that as soon as he arrived here, thinking of the upcoming mission and the prophecy behind it, the prince's mood sank.

As soon as he entered the chapel, even though he had been prepared, Oryx hesitated.

Uther the Lightbringer, Saidan Dasohan, Deputy Leader, Gavinrad Doom, Alexandros Mograine, Maxwell Tairossus, ...... The famous paladins gathered, and three of the five original paladins came.

There are also many older paladins who Orix can't name and aren't active in the plot - most of them became Heroic Spirits who were buried here during the Third War. But that doesn't mean they're not capable. After all, in a catastrophe of that scale, it is difficult for an individual to control his own destiny, no matter what his personal strength is.

These people can basically represent the most profound group of Light in all mankind. No matter how dull the senses are, they can feel that there is a divine energy here that is like a substance.

They were discussing something around a young mage, and only Baron Maxwell, who was by the door, noticed Arthas's arrival. The latter gestured to him and silently joined the crowd.

"Excellencies, I have a hard time fulfilling your requests. Not even Lord Antonidas can promise you the same. The construction of a transcontinental ultra-long-distance teleportation channel is not a matter of drawing a random hole in the space barrier......"

The young female mage looked twenty-two or thirteen years old, with a petite figure, fair skin, and very small and delicate facial features, which was undoubtedly closer to the Oriental aesthetics of Orrix's previous life than Brigitte, which interpreted the beauty of Western women.

A set of violet-colored common Dalaran robes was put on the body, but it also outlined the figure - nothing to want, saying that the poached egg was a little lifted, as if it was malnourished.

But to say that the mages of Dalaran are not full, it is impossible, and the gold coins blown up by a magic experiment can catch up with the rations of civilians for half a lifetime. Maybe it was born, just so small and so thin.

However, at this time, the female mage seemed to be quite helpless, listening to the tone as if the bigwigs of the Silver Hand Knights had made very excessive demands, even if she had paid great attention to etiquette, she still couldn't hide her helplessness.

"Miss Barov, is three days really not enough? If necessary, we can also pay more gold and buy more magic materials. Saidan Dasohan said, this sturdy paladin more than two meters tall and full of beard stood in front of the people, like a big bear, and the contrast was very different.

Miss Barov?

Oryx frowned slightly, the pathetic family that surrendered to the Scourge in the Third War and became the slaves of the Lich King?

He searched it in his memory, and finally determined through his age that this young female mage should only be Illusia Barov.

"My lord, it's not a matter of money, if you want to support the development and construction of ultra-long-distance teleportation channels, you need a relatively considerable amount of magic energy supply. However, the energy of the magic net here is not sufficient, and if we insist on setting up an anchor point at one end of the passage, we will have to extract the energy of the magic net from a long distance, supplemented by common movable magic sources such as magic crystals......"

Illusia Barov patiently explained, but the crowd was still confused. Outside, they are paladins who are popular with the people, who are the ones who charge into battle, and the great defenders of the Alliance, but they know nothing about magic.

Illusia was on the verge of desperation.

Half a day ago, her mother, Jandis Barov, asked her to go on a mission to take a dozen portal builders with them to help people make up a portal. It's just that the distance is a little farther, it takes a little longer, and the workload is a little bigger.

After all, times are evolving, magic is spreading, and Dalaran receives many of the same requests every year, which is nothing.

She agreed and took the people on the road. When I arrived at the place, I learned that the customer was the Knights of the Silver Hand.

What's even more exaggerated is that she was received by the famous Light Messenger Uther, as well as several prominent figures. She was even more shocked by the request they put forward, they actually wanted to build an ultra-long-distance teleportation channel to the Northrend continent!

At that time, she felt that something was not right...... Forget about the normal teleportation channel, but what is it? This is almost unprecedented, not only a task that spans great distances and is extremely heavy, but also a task that is valued by a lot of big names.

She shouldn't be in charge, right?

The follow-up negotiations made her feel more and more strange. Not only were these paladins rigorous, as if they were trying their best to conceal the purpose of going to Northrend, but they also insisted on setting up an anchor point at one end of the teleportation channel in an uninhabited forest several kilometers east of this place, as if they were deliberately trying to reduce the impact of this matter.

Thinking of her mother's gag order before leaving, and the qualifications of the portal builder who accompanied her, she finally understood that this was probably a top-secret mission. I was selected here because I won't receive much attention.

But after half an hour, she didn't have the heart to care about any secret missions, these paladins were really too stubborn! The request is just one word, fast. Whatever you do, build the teleportation channel as soon as possible.

Three days? Even if they are exhausted to death, a week is a reasonable number.

Seeing that most of the people present could not understand her words, she calmed down and tried her best to explain in easy-to-understand words: "I will ask Dalaran for more manpower." Originally, it would take ten days to two weeks, but we could try to compress it into about a week, but we just needed to procure more magic materials...... Do you think that's possible? ”

"Since Miss Barov said so...... Well, please also inform the Dalaran side as soon as possible. Don't worry about the cost of magic materials, we can pay for it as ordered. After consulting Uther's opinion, Dathohan nodded.

Illusia breathed a sigh of relief. As everyone whispered to each other, she suddenly remembered something and said, "There is one more thing, the anchor point at the other end of the teleportation channel...... Oh, it's the exit, where is the right place? ”

Da Sohan pulled out a crumpled map from his bosom, which roughly depicted the topography of Northrend, and in many places with crooked dwarven script, which was mapped by the fellows of the Explorers Guild, and he drew a circle with his finger on the Icecrown Glacier in the northwest corner of Northrend, and replied, "The surrounding area of this area." ”

"Okay, I'll arrange a survey soon."