In the city square of the port of Baita City, under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the old Pope Alonsos. Dressed in a wide white robe and carrying a heavy papal crown, Fao walked to the ceremonial stage surrounded by several priests.

Today's Fao looks healthy, his shriveled cheeks seem to be full, his eyes are bright, and his weak hand can hold the heavy cane steadily, his waist is straight, and for those priests who are familiar with the Pope, today's crown seems to be 20 years younger.

As the Pope walked through the square, he smiled and waved to the faithful, and some of the excited faithful even shed tears of emotion because of the Pope's presence, chanting the name of Fao and chanting the scriptures of the Light, which at first were just sung by the faithful, and then the song quickly swept through the square like a storm.

The sacred song was like a bond, binding all people's hearts together, and finally reaching into the sky, and the Pope, who stood in front of the ceremonial platform, also put his left hand on his chest, joined the song, and the beating power of the holy light wrapped around his body, and the warm power spread outward like a waterfall and a halo, and finally enveloped the whole square.

In the Holy Light spell released by the Pope, everyone felt the warmth that went straight to their hearts, as if the Holy Light whispered in their ears, constantly washing the hearts of the believers, and at the moment when the loud singing was about to end, the Pope breathed a sigh of relief, and his left hand was placed on the open pages of the Holy Book in front of the ritual table, and a golden halo suddenly burst open, forming a triangle in the sky above this square, embellished with endless runes and lights, like a real miracle.

This scene made the believers can't help but cheer again, and the whole square seems to have turned into a sea of happiness.

And those undisguised joys also brought a smile to the corners of the Pope's mouth, he loved such scenes, and staying with his companions of the Light always made him feel like he was back at home.

However, this is already the last holy light under the crown of Fao...

The old man had little life left, and for today's ritual, he was treated by the Druids of the Blightcasters, infused his old body with the powerful life force of the seed of life, so that he could fully fulfill his last mission as if he were in the prime of life, but this pure life force could only help the Pope on this last journey, but could not really save him.

Just like a broken bucket, no matter how much water is added to it, it is impossible to fill the gap in the bucket in this way, and the water will eventually escape completely, and the moment the water dries up, it represents the time when the old Pope is gone.

His will will enter the Light, and his soul will return to a peaceful and distant land.

This is a fate that is already predestined and cannot be changed.

"Ding"

The Pope's finger flicked in the air, like a bell, echoing over the city square, which represented the beginning of the coronation ceremony, and in the echo of this sound, the white-haired knight Uther held the flag of the Holy Araso Empire, rode on a pure white warhorse, and slowly entered the city square, behind him, the knights carrying the flags of the six human nations.

The moment Uther stepped onto the city square, the muffled sound of the horn sounded in an instant, and compared with the gentle chants, the sound of the golden iron horse belonging to the battlefield was even more shocking.

The martial spirit of the Araso Empire is the real pillar that supports human civilization to the present, it is the tenacity engraved in the bones of every human being, the courage flowing in the blood, it follows the soldiers of the empire, in the war in the northern frontier, in the vast yellow sand of Silisus, and between the cold mountains and rivers of Northrend, all of which have left the mark of human civilization.

Countless warriors and commanders, with their lives and blood, have regained respect for human civilization, after they have experienced a hellish defeat, they have not been defeated, but continue to fight for their country and people, and even this world, even the proudest elves are proud of the victory won by fighting side by side with humans, and even the most terrifying ancient gods have been defeated in the horn of the golden iron horse of human soldiers.

It's not just a story about being reborn from the ashes, it's a story about a civilization that stands still.

It's the best story in the world.

Although the Kingdom of Alterac has been removed from the Empire because of some things in the past, and no messengers have been sent from other kingdoms today, so it is somewhat embarrassing for the knights to walk in the square with those flags in hand, but even so, watching those mighty knights stand side by side on both sides of the white jade steps and the red carpet in the sound of trumpets, in the display of the flags, surrounded by the Chaldean bishop and the officials of the Stormwind Kingdom, and stepped on the ceremonial platform. The moment Ureon appeared, the people who came to watch the ceremony still let out bursts of cheers like a tidal wave.

The mages of Dalaran use magic to shape thousands of bright petals, while the knights standing high above float blue ribbons in the air, the prince of the kingdom of stormwind, the captain of the Legion of the Order of the Silver Dawn, and the heroic Anduin. Holding his father's sword, Ureon walked in front of Varian and Valeera, as his father's forerunner, the prince's handsome face and steely temperament cultivated through the war caused the young girls to scream endlessly, and also made Saraantia, who was standing on the viewing platform, look gloomy.

This elven girl knew that Anduin should not be allowed to appear today, and now it is okay, in addition to those little sluts in the Order Kingdom who are trying to seduce Anduin, she has countless more rivals who are gearing up to eat her Anduin in one bite.

And Varian. After walking in Anduin, the king of Ureon and his wife Valeera was not handsome in appearance, and the scars on his face would have frightened many faint-hearted, but his indomitable iron temperament made the young man with his heart cheer, and he strolled forward like a lion king patrolling his territory, and the majesty was enough to make people admire.

The king's wife, Valeera, was a perfect elf, she had all the virtues of the High Elves, and the long white dress she wore on her made her like the most beautiful flower blooming in this square today, and made her the perfect dream lover in the hearts of the people of the Empire, she took her husband's arm, and felt joy for the moment of glory that he was about to come, and she accompanied Varian all the way, and she knew that it was all that Varian deserved.

Behind the king, the important ministers of the Stormwind Kingdom straightened their chests and chests one by one, lined up on both sides of the road, and the old Marshal Wendthor who was sitting in a wheelchair watched his majesty go all the way, and he couldn't help but look at Field Marshal Halver beside him. Wimbane Says:

"I never thought I'd be able to see this with my own eyes, I said a long time ago that Varian was the perfect heir to Emperor Lothar, and now, he is finally here."

"yes."

The field marshal in military uniform also nodded, and the paladin whispered:

"Though this ceremony, this glory came years later... But it's not too late. ”

"Don't talk, be quiet!"

Standing beside the two of them, the Minister of Industry, the dwarf Gerbin. Mecatok sat on his chocobo, the only way to ensure that he could be at eye level with the others and not be ignored, the black top hat dwarf was also very excited, he and Varian were very good friends, but at this time, he forced himself to be quiet, and pretended to say to the two marshals beside him:

"We represent Varian's majesty, and we can't disgrace him... Oh, look at the crown, it was made by the Tovels! It's gorgeous! ”

A dwarf is a dwarf, and after less than a few minutes of attention, he is attracted by something else.

But Mercatok was right, and the moment Varian walked to the ceremonial stage, Djek the Pure personally presented the Emperor with his crown and scepter, which, as the gnome said, was made by the Tovels for the Emperor's coronation, and was made by the best gemsmen of the Cat People and polished with the best gems of the Great Desert of Uldam.

It was placed on a tray, and in the sunlight, it was like a mountain of gems that shone with endless light, and the brilliant luster dotted the crown with colorful light and shadow, making it look so luxurious, and also made some of the women in the viewing platform let out a scream of jealousy.

"You're finally here, Varian."

Standing on the top of the three steps, he looked at Varian in front of him, and he smiled softly, and he said:

"If Lothar saw this, he would be proud of you."

As he spoke, the Pope stretched out his hand and was about to pick up the holy water next to him and perform the coronation ceremony for the king, but at this moment, at this moment of great attention, a knight cathar walked quickly to the side of the Grand Knight of Uther in front of the ceremonial platform, and said something to the Grand Knight, and the Grand Knight's face changed so much that he didn't even care about etiquette, jumped off his warhorse, and under the surprised gaze of everyone on the viewing platform and in the square, he walked up to the Pope and Varian, and said something to the two.

What's going on?

Why did the ritual stop?

Is something happening?

These conjectures came to everyone's minds, and at this moment, the whole square was quiet and frightening...

Holy light, the human empire has enough calamities and calamities, don't send new calamities.

"Everyone!"

Sensing the confusion that permeated the square, the Pope nodded to Uther, and the Grand Knight turned away, and then the Pope turned around, and he raised his hands, allowing the light of the Holy Light to shine once more, and in the light, the Pope's voice of joy echoed through the square, and indeed the city.

"Rejoice, everyone!"

"The long-overdue kings have finally arrived, and they will personally bless the coronation of His Majesty the Emperor... The empire, today, will usher in true unity..."

"Keep cheering!"

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"Buzz"

In the cathedral behind the ceremonial platform, portals from all directions opened almost at the same moment, and the faint blue halo shone in the church like a flowing light.

The first to step out was Garin, the king of the kingdom of Stormgard. Thorbain, with the silver priest behind him, Lady Partris.

Then there is Liam of the Kingdom of Gilneis. King Greymane, along with several military nobles who followed him, wore swords and stood guard before the king.

His Majesty Arthas, dressed in a ceremonial robe, also walked out of the portal, holding his son in his arms, and behind him were a group of grizzled nobles, who were also dressed in brand new robes, very bright, but without the slightest look of joy on their faces.

The last person to emerge from the portal was not King Drake of Kurtilas. Prodmore, but Lady Gianna with a hood and a staff in her hand, her expression was silent, and there was a sense of loss all around her, but when she saw her husband and son, a little warmth appeared in Lady Gianna's blue eyes, and she walked up to her husband, took her son, and held him tightly in her arms.

"What's going on?"

Garin looked at the people around him, and the dark-skinned king said in a playful voice as if he were telling a joke:

"It's either not coming, or we're coming together, so we've actually agreed in advance to surprise Varian, right?"

"I'm not in the mood to joke right now, Garin."

Alsace glanced at Garin. Tol Bain, who comforted his wife, said:

"From the very beginning, I have been on Varian's side, unlike you, a political speculator, but you still admit your defeat, forget it, it's not interesting to talk about it now, let's go, let's go and meet His Majesty the Emperor."

"Wait!"

King Liam looked at Gianna, who had come alone, with some confusion, and asked:

"Drake, didn't you come?"

Gianna shook her head, and the woman of the sea reached out to remove her hood, and she shook her long golden hair, and she leaned on her staff, and said with a little loss:

"My brother made a decision, and it was a regrettable decision, but I didn't agree with him and his crazy ideas, so today, I, Gianna. Prodmore, on behalf of Coultiras in attendance! ”

"You're crazy! Jaina! ”

Liam frowned and said:

"Your brother is the king of Kul Tiras, you are not qualified to represent Kul Tiras, and you must know that your actions are likely to directly trigger a war between Kul Tiras and the Empire..."

"It was Drake who chose the war, not me! His quest for power has turned him into a person I don't know! And Tamred doesn't care about state affairs at all, they're just two bastards! My mother was heartbroken by them, and she gave me the power to represent the Proudmoor family, right today! I'm here, and I'm here for the Proudmoor family! ”

The archmage held her son, she tried to keep her tears from falling, she gritted her teeth and said:

"Don't worry about Drake, I can't convince him, but there's always someone who can!"

"Kul Tiras and the Empire will not go to war, I can guarantee it!"

Arthas stepped forward and took his wife into his arms, he brushed Gianna's hair, said a few words to her, and then looked back at the two kings behind him and the disgraced nobles, and said:

"Let's go, guys."

"Don't let anyone else see human jokes, and don't keep Varian waiting."

"Today is a glorious day for him..."