After Darian's introduction, Unas also got to know the heir of the Hand of Tyr, who has a familiar name - Marlan Wademar.

When he heard that she was nominated by Abydis, Unas's heart suddenly cooled, but Marlan didn't seem to care about the relationship between him and Abydis, and there was no hostility on the surface, and after a few words of diplomatic compliment, he went away with the others.

Ten people arrived, and after a while, a bald-headed and white-eyed missionary came up to the podium and began to explain to the crowd the process of the consecration ceremony, as well as some oaths, all of which had to be memorized, so as not to make a joke on the solemn and solemn occasion when the official ceremony was carried out.

Then there is an actual rehearsal, the sanctification ceremony is like a play, they are the main actors, and they must be completed beautifully.

The morning passed, and Unas found an opportunity to sneak the anonymous letter into Darion's coat.

The letter tells Darion of the future tragedy of his brother being controlled by demons to kill his father, and hopes that he will remain vigilant and protect the back of the Ember Bringer.

There were two other anonymous letters of this kind, one addressed to the other two Mograini, each with different contents.

The almost chicken soup for the soul is written to Renault, reminding him of the uniqueness of the relationship between father and son, and that sternness is also a sign of fatherly love, and implicitly points out the danger of Da Sohan, keeping Renault at a distance from him.

The same prophecy was written to Alexander, suggesting that he would die at the hands of those closest to him, and telling him to be wary of those around him, because a demon was among them.

Unas did not dare to mention Banazar directly in these three letters, and was also afraid that if the letters were exposed, he would harm himself, and as for how much it could help, he did not have much hope, and the possibility of these letters becoming toilet paper was very high.

Looking at Darian, who was happily close to Marlanta, Unas sighed secretly, sure enough, people who don't know anything are the happiest.

……

"Seventeen years ago today, the great Forerunner of the Light, Archbishop Alonthos Fao, the spokesman of the Church, founded the Knights of the Silver Hand, and since then, the great profession of paladins has appeared on the stage of Azeroth's history,......"

On the makeshift platform in front of the cathedral, Dassault Han's deep voice was heard throughout the audience, and it was a great irony that this demon would give the opening speech of the sanctification ceremony, but he was now the nominal supreme officer of the Silver Hand, and no one could match it in terms of seniority.

The audience was surrounded by a dense crowd of spectators, and apart from the stone path leading to the church gate, the garden in front of the church was filled with people.

Ten people who had been consecrated had gathered in a corridor leading to the church garden, all on horseback and heavily armed.

Unas is naturally among them, after yesterday's rehearsal, he honestly returned to the hut, and came to report early this morning, Darian next to him was a little abnormal, it seems that he must not have slept well last night, I don't know if it was because of nervousness or Unas's anonymous letter.

"......, on this anniversary, we will remember the greatness of the heroes of the past, and we will also reward the warriors who are now fighting for the Light, they are the future of the Silver Hand!"

At the end of the speech, when it was time for them to appear, the ceremonial officer gave an order, and ten people held their heads high, drove their war horses lightly, and stepped on the stone road one by one, and they were greeted by the cheers and cheers of the crowd on both sides of the road and the brilliant flower rain composed of flower petals.

Ten people or unmasked, or took off their helmets, smiled and waved to the enthusiastic people, accompanied by the sound of passionate military trumpets, the group arrived at the gate of the church, everyone dismounted neatly, several horse boys quickly led the horses away, waiting at the door of Da Sohan made a gesture of invitation, and the ten people followed him up the stairs slowly.

There was no more noisy crowd in the church, more than a dozen rows of clerics stood solemnly on either side, and the wide atrium of the church was a little crowded, where almost all the remnants of Lordaeron's remnant of the Holy Light casters gathered.

On the left hand side are the priests standing solemnly in white robes, most of them are women, Unas immediately found Whitemayne in the crowd who he hadn't seen for a few days, the silver hair was really dazzling and could not be ignored, she looked straight ahead with an expressionless face at this time, without the slightest intention of making eye contact.

On the right hand side are all paladins in heavy armor, everyone is fully armed, the armor is polished and shiny, so many tall and strong figures are gathered in one place, and the majestic momentum is rushing to the face.

Unas saw many familiar faces in it, Tyrosos, Pulhart, Colfax, Erigor, and the other paladins of the Silver Dawn, and at the top of the first row, the tall figure in gold armor must have been Alexandre Mograine.

The "Ash Bringer" hung diagonally on his back, revealing only a small "L" shaped sword head and cylindrical silver hilt, similar to the shape in the game, and Unas stared at him for a long time, and Alexander, with a resolute face, seemed to smile and nod at him.

By this time, the ten had already reached the center of the hall, and on the altar in front of them, Ethan Leon was waiting with a dictionary-thick book, and his kind eyes did not look like a villain who was good at planting blame.

Following the process, ten people knelt on one knee neatly, and Ethan Leon pretended to open the dictionary and began to preach: "Inspired by the Light, we have gathered here to bestow the power of the Light on our brothers. ”

"The light of the light transforms it,"

"The power of the Light to naturalize the multitude,"

"The power of the Light to overcome the darkness,"

"The wisdom of the Holy Light, so that it leads its fellow citizens to eternal paradise."

After reading the prayer, the pre-priest closed the book, took a deep breath, and shouted to the left in his loudest voice: "Lordaeron pastors, if you will trust them, please bless them!" ”

Ten white-robed female priests immediately walked out of the procession, each of them holding a dark blue cloak with silver trim in their hands, and the sound of light footsteps approached, and Unas felt a slight weight on his back, and a gentle priest helped him to drape the beautiful and strong fabric.

Another missionary smeared the oil on their foreheads one by one, and when all ten were finished, they announced: "Holy light, bless your fellow citizens from wounds." ”

When the priests had all returned to their places, Ethan Leon shouted to the right, "Paladins of the Silver Hand, if you agree to accept them, please bless them!" ”

The grinding of various armors suddenly made a loud noise, and Unas raised his head, and a group of paladins walked towards them with the weapon he was already familiar with, the Fist of Verrigan.

Erigor was among them, and the man walked up to him with a wicked grin, holding his brand-new silver hammer next to Unas's knees, and saying the ritual phrase solemnly: "May the power of the Light sweep away all your enemies." ”

This guy did his own thing...... Lead-in? Or the blessed man? Unas couldn't figure out what it was, but there was a feeling that he had been taken advantage of.