It's been three days since he woke up, and Oryx has finally figured out his situation.

Bridget is about to make him a saint, born with an auspicious omen, an ordinary nineteen years of life, and the kind who saves the world by the will of the Holy Light when the catastrophe is coming.

His deeds are now known to everyone in Stratholme, and his influence continues to spread over time through the mouths of the faithful to the rest of Eastern Lordaeron.

In the past few days, he has been running to the chapel in the city to preside over the prayer service, and every time it is overcrowded, everyone wants to see with their own eyes what the saints look like. Especially the devout believers were about to burst into tears when they saw him.

When he went to the headquarters of the Knights of the Silver Hand, he was treated even more than ever, and everyone was star-studded, and even learned that Benedictas, the current Archbishop of the Holy Light Church, was coming from the Stormwind Kingdom to "meet" his saint.

Although in the original history, the Holy Light Church did not have a fixed headquarters. In the game, the archbishop Benedictas, who eventually became a servant of the ancient gods, stayed in Stormwind because the northern kingdoms were basically wiped out at that time - not really, people occasionally went to Gilneth and Kurtilas.

But the Church of the Holy Light, which has countless followers, is a transcendent faith organization of the entire human race, and can be called a behemoth spanning the Seven Kingdoms.

The archbishop of such a sect actually did not ask Orix to meet him, but traveled far and wide to meet the person he wanted to see in person, what kind of treatment is this?

There is no higher treatment than this, and Orrix feels ashamed of it.

He really felt that he hadn't done anything. It is indeed a little clever to say that it is ingenious, after all, it is still at the most appropriate time, the most correct person was found, and the most suitable way was used to pry the victim into realizing the existence of the Scourge Legion early.

But he didn't have him to destroy the cursed sect, he didn't fight with real knives and guns, and he didn't catch up with the dirty work, but he became the savior that everyone wanted...... That's a bit too much.

But he also understands that he is preconceived. Without the convenience of the traverser's perspective, quietly resolving a crisis is indeed a hero.

The king was very considerate, and feared that he would not be able to travel far after his initial recovery, so he deliberately set aside a few days for him to recover, and only sent someone to summon him this morning.

"This dress...... May not be a good fit. ”

In the bedroom, Langton, the old butler, was busy with a group of servants choosing the right clothes for Oryx.

As a result of the news in advance, these were all driven out by the best tailors in Stratholme. After all, to meet His Majesty the King and attend such an important official occasion, it is not possible to have a proper appearance.

Although he was very busy, Old Langton also had an unconcealable sadness on his face, obviously not recovering from the blow half a month ago. Maybe it's because of the emotion, thinking of more than ten years ago, when the Second War had just ended, he also helped the lord choose decent clothes, so that the lord could be decent enough when he met His Majesty to accept the award.

"Alright, that's it."

Oryx called the servant to a halt and chose a fairly eye-catching black robe. In fact, these thirty or so expensive clothes are no different in his opinion, they are solemn enough, and there is no need to worry too much.

"Young Master, are you sure? This dress is more suitable for funerals. "Old Langton gave very wise advice.

Eventually, Aurix changed to another black and white outfit, which at least didn't look so heavy.

When the servant helped to pin and fasten the button, he looked at Old Langton's expression in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The old butler had served the Rivendell family all his life, and he had served Orix for three generations, and he had long been inseparable from this family.

What happened half a month ago was like a bolt from the blue for him. Baron Rivendell, who had grown up, suddenly became a heinous sinner, intending to do something like that to his hometown, and then turned into a corpse before his eyes after being arrested...... Emotionally and intellectually, he couldn't accept this fact.

Old Langton pushed his glasses, squinted his eyes, and carefully pinned the collar pin to the collar of Oryx's shirt, as if he sensed his young master's thoughts, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile, saying, "Young master, don't worry about me, it's you who ......"

Of course Oryx is fine, after all, the original owner's father has nothing to do with him.

But in the face of old Langton, who was saddened by the death of Baron Rivendell, he felt that he was very cold-blooded, and he wanted to persuade him but did not know how to speak, so he had to shake his head and said: "Langton, you have to hold on, I still have to count on you." ”

"Young master, I'm almost seventy years old, and in a few years, I may not even be able to walk steadily. What more can you expect from me? ”

Old Langton said with a smile. Perhaps it was the recent experience that caused the old man's mood to change somewhat, and there was a bit of a desire to retire in his tone.

"If in the future, the Scourge returns and the whole country falls, and I lead the people in Stratholm to protect the last flame of Lordaeron...... When that day comes, I think, I need you to take care of a lot of things for me. ”

Oryx knew that day would come.

The viper curled up, just building up strength for its next attack.

The Lich King will not abandon his entire plan against the Northlands of the Eastern Continent and Arthas because of a momentary defeat, and the Burning Legion will not sit idly by and watch his "vanguard generals" return.

……

With everything ready, Oryx hit the road.

A royal mage was waiting outside, opening the portal and sending him directly to the main entrance of the palace in Lordaeron's capital. According to tradition, the summoned enter through the main entrance of the palace and walk to the throne room to meet His Majesty and receive their rewards.

The imaginary scenario didn't happen, there were no welcoming people, no flower petals flying in the sky, no one frantically shouting his name—Oryx was certainly self-aware, and he didn't have much credit for it. This bit of fame is at best among believers in the Stratholme area. Speaking of a bigger one, it means that the upper echelons of Dalaran and the Knights of the Silver Hand really value themselves.

However, the reception specifications still scared him a little.

The midday sun shone down on the palace, making everything look like gold.

A red carpet trimmed with gold stretches from the foot to the throne room in the distance. Although there were no people who could not be seen at a glance, the tall and mighty royal guards were lined up on both sides, with their heads held high and full of momentum. I don't know if it's a special thing to welcome myself, or if it's just like this on weekdays.

The richly dressed nobles of the capital stood behind the guards, casting curious glances at him, the summoned person who had just emerged from the portal, as if to see if he was exactly as rumored to be.

Oryx was fully dressed and struggled towards the throne room. Compared to the events experienced in the year in the dungeon, the scene in front of me can only be regarded as a small scene.

Walking through the open arched door, past the last two royal guards, the light and shadow shifted, and when his eyes adjusted to the relatively dark interior light, Oryx saw clearly the throne of the north, Terenus Minehir II;

a large number of ministers who stood with their hands tied, waiting for his arrival;

and the eldest princess Galia Minethir, who sat next to her father, and Prince Arthas Minethiel, who sat next to her father.

Oryx took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, and spoke, "Oryx Rivendell has come to see Your Majesty. ”