The Chapel of the Wish of Light, the scourge of Naxxramas, led by the ice dragon Sapheron and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, has been besieging for three days.

In the space of three days, the lines of Silver Dawn, the Scarlet Crusaders, and the Alliance forces had shrunk to the Chapel of Light's Wish remaining. The entire line of defense is in jeopardy!

"Your Excellency, what is the tribe doing?" Scarlet Commander Marlan, a beautiful human chick burst into the Chapel Laverdin's office and asked.

"Miss Marlan, don't be so angry. The Horde is now besieged by the scourge of Stratholme, and is probably not much better off than we are. Old Verding replied as he looked at the offensive and defensive maps.

"So what do we do now?" Marlan asked anxiously.

"Marlan, don't quarrel here, let the Great Lord be quiet, he hasn't closed his eyes for two days. Tell me something! Bridget said.

"Sister, how can we recover the Holy Sword if we continue like this? How to avenge the old lord? Malan said.

"Marlan, there is always a time when things will be resolved. It's time for you to calm the emotions of the warriors! Brigitte said as she stroked Marlan's hair.

"Pacify the soldiers with Paltris, his charm is unmatched!" Malan said.

"Paltris? This is a cold beauty! I heard that he had a man in his heart, so he didn't allow anyone else to enter. Bridget was not immune to gossip.

"Who?"

"I don't know, maybe you can ask her yourself." Bridget's eyes twinkled, looking at the gray sky in the distance.

"Sister!"

"Huh?"

"I found that your whole person has changed since you came back from the elves, what happened to you? What changed your once strong beliefs? Marlan asked.

"Marlan, do you think, perhaps there has been, that there is something wrong with our faith?" Bridget asked.

"Bridget, you're the one with the problem!" As if he had been stepped on his tail, Marlan shouted, "The Holy Light is the greatest!" The Light guides us in the direction and leads us to the hope of victory. Bridget, you are no longer worthy to be a servant of the Light! ”

"Servant? Indeed, I am not a servant of the Light, I am a master of the Light! If I find something wrong with my faith, I change my direction. Bridget looked at the radical Marlan and said, "Marlan, haven't you noticed that the Holy Light has made you more and more radical and crazy?" ”

"Really? I don't feel it! I'm going to appease the soldiers, and here you continue to question your faith! Marlan walked away without looking back.

"Am I wrong?" Bridget looked at Marlan who was leaving, and said to herself.

"Kid, you're right! It's normal for you to have doubts about your beliefs. It's been too long since Dassault Khan corrupted the Light! Old Verding said with a sigh of relief from behind Bridget.

"High Lord, please teach me the Way of Light!" Bridget knelt on one knee in front of Old Verding.

"Child, I can't teach you! I can't teach you either. My Light and your Light are extreme! Old Verding said.

"So what do we do?" Bridget asked.

"At the moment we only have one place to feel the Light!" Old Verding said.

"Where?"

"Quel'Salas! But we don't have time to go now, there are so many things we need to do! Old Verding sighed, and then turned and walked towards a soldier who had come in a panic.

"Quel'Salas? I'll go. Bridget's eyes looked at the mysterious place, and the face of the black-haired elf, who was even more beautiful by a woman, appeared in front of her.

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After the Battle of Stratholme, the Tribal army rushed to support the Chapel of Light's Wish, and from the information received, the Chapel was in a very bad condition.

Quelsala lay lazily in a makeshift tent on the back of the Kodomon, with Liadline and Sefir sitting on either side. This phenomenon is very much affected by the morale of soldiers in a normal army, and if it is Sal or Lao Niu, this will never happen, and it will not let any soldiers have this situation.

However, this is Quel'sala, the prince who is now known in Azeroth for his bohemian and amorous nature. Therefore, all the leaders and soldiers of the Tribal military have long been surprised!

"Sheena, how long do you say Old Verding will last!" Quelsala lazily asked Sylvanas, who was riding a horse next to her.

Sylvanas glanced at Quelsala, then at Liadline and Seiffir in cloth robes, and snorted coldly, urging the horse forward, ignoring Quelthala.

In the tent, the two daughters covered their mouths and laughed.

"And how long do you think Old Verding will last?" Quelsala asked Liadrin.

"It's hard to say! The main forces on the Chapel side are the Scarlet Crusaders and Silver Dawn, and the Alliance only has dwarven musketeers and a small number of Night Elf-Draenei allies in the direction of the Alliance. In the face of a large number of black knights and ice dragons, gargoyles and other natural disaster classes, it is difficult to say how long they can last. Liadlin said.

"I believe in Old Fordin. And the chapel is not so easy to breach, even if only the chapel is left and the back room remains. Quelsara said.

"Why?" The two Saffires asked.

"Because—" Before Quelsara could say why, a skeleton soldier of the Forsaken came running up and said, "Your Highness, Her Majesty has invited the two princesses to come over. ”

Liadline and Sefir smiled at the somewhat inexplicable Quelsala, then smiled at each other and rode away with the skeleton soldiers.

Quelsala lay alone in the open hood and looked at the second daughter who was far away, and said, "Woman! Whatever..."

"Your Highness, the Commander asked me to tell you that the former army has discovered an unconscious human. Please come and visit! An orc soldier interrupted Quel'sala's muttering again.

"What kind of human being?" Quelsara asked.

"Twenty-four or five years old, knightly dressed!" The orc soldier replied, "But I have the badge of the Grand Lord of the Silver Hand Knights." ”

"Oh! It's rare, let's go and see. Quelsala followed the orc soldiers to the front army.

Nazgrin was the commander of the entire team, and according to orc tradition, the commander marched with the front army. At this moment, a young human was lying in the tent of the wounded soldier on the Kodo beast.

"What do you think this human is coming from?" Bane looked at the unconscious man and asked Nazgreen.

"At least it can't be an ordinary person. At the very least, he is also a nobleman, and this badge is not something that can be obtained by any person. "Even if we're just a nobleman, we can ask the Alliance for a lot of resources to ransom people." ”

"That's a good idea, I'll see who it is." Quelsala rode over and said, "Show me his badge of the Great Lord." ”

Nazgreen handed a silver badge to Quelsala, who glanced at it and said, "This is not the badge of a great lord, this is the family crest. And, Commander, I'm afraid your ransom plan is going to fail. ”

"I don't know which family this guy belongs to, you can ask their family for it." Bane said.

"He belongs to the Mograine family of Alessandros, the High Lord of the Scarlet Crusaders, and this is the youngest son of Mograine, Darien Mograini." "If you want a ransom, you can only go to the Scarlet Monastery to find his brother who spends his days on the belly of the goddess, or go to hell to find his father." Oh, and his father was resurrected as a Death Knight by Kael'thas to form the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and is currently attacking the Chapel of Light's Wish. ”

"So what do we do with him now?" Nazgreen asked.

"Treat him well, and then give him to Old Verding when you get to the chapel." Quelsara said.

Quelsala looked at Darian Mograine lying in the tent and thought to herself, "Since I have been able to meet you, I will not make you one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse again." Your father, I will let him be laid to rest. ”

(End of chapter)