Another darkness has arrived, heralding another dawn to come.

In the port of Baita City, the citizens who have returned to the city from their shelters are still busy under the light of magic street lamps, and under the leadership of city hall officials, these citizens have volunteered to help clear the collapsed buildings in the war as quickly as possible, and unblock the streets and sewers that have been made a mess by the flooding of the tide.

Although many of these citizens had temporarily lost their homes, not many complained about it, and the terrifying scene of the sudden attack of the demons that night still remained in everyone's memory, and under the blinded stars of the night, the horrific and terrifying fleet of demons appeared over the city, pouring the energy of destruction on their homes.

It's already a great comfort to be alive.

Besides, the citizens of Baita Port City are all close believers in the Holy Light Church, and during that night's transfer, they saw with their own eyes that the Pope was like the incarnation of the Holy Light, with the power of one person, like a miracle, with the golden light to protect the entire city and the people in the city, although it was very dangerous, but now that they think about it, they can be regarded as believers who have truly seen the miracle of the Holy Light.

Maybe decades later, he will be able to proudly describe to his grandchildren the magnificent war of that night.

About the power of the Light, about the warriors, about the terrifying demons, about it all...

Some people have doubted the necessity of the Pope's Declaration of Jihad, but after experiencing the nightmarish night brought by the devil himself, and witnessing the scene of his wife and children shivering in the shelter, any bloody man has realized the foresight and foresight of the Pope.

Demons are bad guys! They are bad civilizations! They're going to be destroyed! Erased from the stars! Only in this way can a good civilization continue to exist.

After the first battle of the demonic invasion was over, all the forces ushered in a wave of joining the army, and even the battlefields of Niskala and Xonos, which were feared by people in the past, had many young people with blood and courage spontaneously go to the battle.

This was an unexpected situation, but it was also a surprise to the leaders of civilization.

But these people, who were busy in the night and full of hope in their hearts, did not know that the savior who sheltered the city and the people that night, the spokesman of the holy light of the entire human society, the dying old Alonsos. His Excellency Fao, whose blessed and glorious life has finally come to its end.

In the Cathedral of the Holy Light, thousands of burning candles cast a layer of illusion and solemnity over the dark hall, but in this solemn atmosphere, the priests who came and went in the hall seemed very silent, everyone, whether it was a high-ranking protagonist with high authority, or the priest-in-law who wiped the floor and changed the candles, everyone, no matter what they did, seemed to be afraid of making a sound and destroying the silence in the hall.

Other older priests, with sad and sad faces, knelt in front of the statue of the Holy Light, reciting the sacred scriptures over and over again, as if they were making an important prayer, as if to send a final blessing to someone important.

And in the inner sanctum, after receiving the news, the cardinals and privy bishops who had arrived from all over the empire stayed outside the door of the Pope's room as quickly as possible, and the archbishops, who had always been steady in the past, seemed a little flustered and somewhat caught off guard tonight.

No matter how much preparation has been made for an important event in advance, it is human nature that when that event actually happens, it will always make people seem flustered.

Among the real high-ranking members of these churches, the highest-ranking archbishops, you look at me, I look at you, they seem to want to say something, but in this current environment, it seems that nothing seems appropriate... So they could only remain silent.

Until the red door in front of him was pushed open, as the Pope's most trusted deputy, the Privy Counsellor "Pure" Djeck walked out of it with a sad and heavy face, and under the gaze of the other bishops, the Pure One coughed lightly, and said:

"Fao woke up, and he summoned the archbishops to an audience... Prepare anything you want to say in advance, and I'm afraid that the time left for His Majesty by the benevolent light is running out. ”

Djeck's words made many bishops' faces change greatly, and some bishops also subconsciously lowered their heads, so that others could not see the snickering joy on their faces.

His Majesty has been in charge of the Holy Light Church for decades, whether it is his personal morality, or his public image, as well as his role in various major events, he can be called the true embodiment of the Holy Light in human civilization, even on the side of the Federation, which is very bad with the Empire, at the official level, those unabashed members of the Federation have scolded all the leaders of the Empire, except for Lothar and Fao...

This alone can see the important influence of the Church of Light on human civilization, but it is undeniable that the Church of Light under the management of the Church of Light has been bureaucratic and the path of ascent has decreased, and with the deepening of the influence of the Church of Light in the world, the system has become more and more bloated.

If this system continues to stabilize, many people within the Church of Light will lose their passion for the future, and now, the crown is about to be called by the Light, which is a sad thing, and the death of any great man is a sad thing, but on the other hand, no matter who the successor of the crown is, the Church of Light will inevitably face a real change in the landscape.

And only in the midst of change, people in the system can see upward hope.

As a not-so-serious slang phrase goes, chaos, that's a ladder upwards.

His Majesty the Pope was not a person who indulged in pleasure, he had no private property of his own, and lived in the church all his life, and when the Cathedral of Light was built in the port of the White Tower, the king of Alsace insisted on building an additional dormitory for rest for His Majesty Fao, who was not in good health at that time, but was sternly refused, however, the workers who repaired the church spontaneously built a not luxurious, but absolutely comfortable room for His Majesty in the church.

I don't know how the news got out, but on the day of the inauguration of the Cathedral of Light, the most sincere group of believers carried the new, most comfortable bedding, some handmade decorations by children, and some various enjoyment gifts from sincere businessmen, all of which were donated to His Holiness the Pope.

This act was completely spontaneous on the part of the believers, and in the face of this purest kindness, His Majesty could not refuse and finally moved here.

But as a result, the décor and coordination of the rooms under the Pope's crown are very... Well, the style is varied, and it doesn't fit well with the image of a quaint and conservative pope.

And now, in this not luxurious room, on that bed, under the weak crown of Fao, lying in that red bedding, he was no longer the admired Pope, nor the sincere, never-deprecatable believer, he was just an ordinary old man, a thin, frail old man who was about to die.

In the middle of the night when the demons raided the port of Baita City, in order to protect the transferred people, the old man held the holy scepter and protected the entire city with his last holy light, but the consequence of such a hero was that his already weak body completely collapsed, and since that night, Fao has been in a coma until a day ago.

"Ahem"

Probably sensing the presence of the archbishops, Fao opened his eyes with difficulty, and then with the help of Djerk, he leaned against the head of the bed, beside him, several Draenei electors of the Holy Light were maintaining Fao's life with the purest holy light, the life like a candle in the wind that was about to be extinguished, and he would say goodbye to this world with a gentle flick.

Fao looked at the five archbishops in front of him with gentle eyes, they came from the five kingdoms of mankind, representing the existence of the Holy Light Church in the five kingdoms, and if there is no accident, the next Holy Light Pope will also be born from these five people.

Although this is a faith organization, believe me, the political struggle within the Church of Light is definitely not easier than the political struggle in the human kingdom, and in the current state of civilization in Azeroth, faith means power, and it also means power.

"I... Ahem, you're summoned to... Announce something. ”

The old man seemed to have figured everything out at the moment when his life was coming to an end, he coughed like an ordinary old man, and beside his bedside, five archbishops lined up, and at this moment, even the youngest, the Chaldeans, who had experienced many big scenes. Morgan couldn't help but get nervous.

"I'm dying, maybe 5 days, maybe 10 days, maybe a month... But, I'm dying. ”

"My life is very pure, I have given everything for my faith and for the people... My life has been worth it, and I don't have much to regret. ”

Fao gasped, a flash of sadness in his eyes, and he said:

"Except for the day of the fall of Lothar, where we have witnessed catastrophe, we have all been warned, the Empire was on the verge of collapse on that day, but we really... Did you learn a lesson from that disaster? ”

The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the bishops calmly, he was already impatient with this kind of secrecy, and he said bluntly:

"Lothar's mission must be inherited! The Holy Alaso Empire needs an emperor! It's time. ”

"Chaldean, let Varian come to me!"

"Others... Call your kings and tell them... I'm waiting for them! But if they don't want to come, let them go. ”

"Your Majesty!"

The Archbishop of the Kingdom of Gilneth Johannes stepped forward, and the middle-aged bald bishop said in a loud voice:

"Anyone can, but Varian! His reforms have already caused panic within the Empire, and if you... I am afraid that the peace we have tried so hard to maintain will be shattered in an instant, and then there will be another civil war... Think again! ”

The cry of Archbishop Johannes was echoed by the Archbishop of the Kingdom of Stormgard, the Silver Priest, Lady Partris, and the Privy Counsellor of Kurtilas, Constantine, but before the Chaldeans could defend Varian, the weakened Fao raised his hand to stop the archbishops' argument, he closed his eyes, and with a hint of final determination.

He said:

"I don't want to see the throne left behind by Lothar stained with blood..."

"But if the rise of an empire must be watered with blood, then..."

"Just let it happen, I mean... Decided"

"Go, deliver orders, and then, let fate decide it all."

The archbishops left his room with the Pope's orders, and Fao seemed to fall into a deep sleep once again in the warm light.

And the moment he closed his eyes, in some kind of call of the dream, his consciousness came to a place full of life force, and among the purple and red flowers blooming, a slender figure in an elven robe was waiting for him.

Tyrion. Dawnblade, with his back to Fao, holding a plucked flower in his hand, sniffed the fragrance of the flower, and said:

"Is it all arranged?"

Fao was silent and reluctant to answer, but he knew that even the will of the Light, in this world, needed the approval of the person in front of him, so after ten seconds, the Pope nodded, and he made a gesture of faith on his chest, and he said:

"Everything is as you wish, and hopefully, this will not lead to another war."

"War?"

The High Lord turned his head, the flower in his hand fell at this moment, and in the surge of death, the bright petals quickly withered, and finally turned into ashes and scattered on the earth, Tyrion looked at the Pope, and said:

"There will be no war, of course, bloodshed, it is inevitable, but it is necessary for the sake of that troubled civilization to break out of its shell."

"I also see that this is Varian. The fate of Wrynn! ”

The High Lord walked up to Fao's crown, and he looked at the weary and dying soul in front of him, and said:

"As for your fate, Alonsos. Fao..."

"I see everything you have done to this world, you are a real great man in the mouth of mortals, and what you have done has won you a key and a future for you..."

"35 days later..."

"At the moment of your death, Fao..."

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