"In fact, I can also recommend a candidate for you!" Anduin Lothar turned his attention to Archbishop Alonsos Fao:

"Gavinrad - Doom, one of my knights in Azeroth...... A very pious, very good, and at the same time completely trustworthy knight, I am sure he will become a good paladin! ”

Lothar's voice was very sincere.

In fact, his suggestion also has a certain element of selfishness...... Gavinrad's father was a close friend of his, but having died in the first battle of Stormwind three years earlier, it was inevitable that Lothar wanted to take care of his young child

"Of course!" Fao smiled and said, "Paladins are welcome to join ...... Uther and Tulayan are just the beginning, and more paladins will appear...... Then let Gavin Rad be baptized with them! ”

"Can I provide a candidate?" Carlin couldn't help but speak.

He said this with a tentative mind; After all, in front of big people like Lothar and Fao, he can be said to be soft-spoken; However, the archbishop has always been known for his mildness, and even if he does not agree, he should not blame himself......

"Absolutely!" The archbishop nodded and glanced at Carlin, "Could it be that Dalaran or Quel'Thalas, there are suitable candidates?" ”

It is true that Dalaran does not have many devout followers of the Light, but Quel'Thalas has the right person...... Carlin's mind immediately conjured up Leadrin's resolute face!

Make her one of the first paladins?

However, this idea was quickly dispelled, and Liadline was indeed a natural paladin...... But being a paladin meant being drawn into a war with the orcs, and Carlin was reluctant to let her get involved in that danger.

And the target he wants to recommend is someone else.

"It's not from Dalaran or Quel'Thalas!" Karin said calmly, "I would like to recommend a knight under the command of Lord Lothar......"

"Reginald Windsor!"

"Reginald!" Lothar couldn't help but frown.

This soldier who has served under his command for many years, he naturally does not know, but he is not very impressed......

"I don't know Mr. Windsol very well, but he helped us a lot in the terrible battle of Karazhan...... Brave and devout warrior, I think he fits that. Carlin replied earnestly.

"Yes, Reginald fits that criterion too!" Lothar thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright then!" Fao smiled and said, "The first batch of baptized paladins are six in total......

"If these children can really play an important role on the battlefield...... "I will recruit paladins all over the world, and even form a knight order!" ”

"Maybe you should give this newborn Order a name!" Lothar suggested.

"Name......" Fao fell into deep thought.

After nearly a minute, the archbishop muttered:

"Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, a terrifying dragon appeared in the Far North: Galakron! Its body was larger than a dozen ordinary dragons combined, its strength enough to flatten the earth, and his incredible unbelievable cunning......"

Both Lothar and Carlin listened quietly to the old priest telling this ancient legend.

"Countless living beings were slaughtered by it, and all things in heaven and earth were devoured by him, and the pain he spread to almost every corner of this world...... The creatures are struggling to survive, but the gods are mostly indifferent to them, only the god of justice "Tyr" has come out to fight, and in order to maintain order and justice, he has come to the far north and challenged Galakron......"

"Galacaron's terrifying power, even if it is the god of justice, is intractable. In the midst of a fierce battle, the behemoth bit off Tyr's iron hand, nearly killing the god; Although his life was saved in the end, there was no chance of his broken arm recovering......"

"After defeating Galakron, an arm made of sterling silver replaced Tyr's lost arm, and became a symbol of Tyr's creed - justice can only be achieved at the expense of the ego."

"I'm so sorry to let you listen to my old man's story!" Fao smiled suddenly: "It's just a legend...... Legend has it that the graveyard of Tyre is in the "Tirisfal Glade", where our gate is now located! So in honor of this god of justice, we might as well name the Order ......"

"Silver Hand!"

……

After baptizing the six paladins, the archbishop leaves, and he needs to find more believers and recruit more pious paladins.

The process of baptism went well, and the four paladins who had already known about it before and were ready for it would naturally have no problems; Gavin Rad and Windsor, who suddenly came into contact with it, were a little caught off guard...... Thankfully, nothing went wrong.

Even though it was the most difficult part of the baptismal process, Windsor finally received the approval of the Light after a quarter of an hour of prayer.

Wendthor, who was born as a commoner, suddenly transformed into a member of the Silver Hand, and his gap was also the largest; When he learned that it was the mage who had only one relationship, Mr. Carlin, recommended himself to the archbishop, he also took this kindness to heart.

……

A few days later, the Coalition headquarters was still in Lordaeron.

As commander, Lothar had a large sand table in front of him, with Karin and Uther flanked by him.

There are dozens of generals from various countries, including the Alliance's deputy commander, Jean Greymane, but the "Wolf King" has been somewhat silent lately.

"Our dwarven friends have brought us important information!" Lothar's eyes were fixed on the sand table as he whispered, "The army of orcs has begun to march, and they may cross the Sador Bridge and reach the Arathi Highlands at any time......"

Hearing this bombshell news, the generals of various countries couldn't help but whisper.

"The real war is about to break out, throw away the last luck in your hearts!" Lothar said in a deep voice: "Alliance and Horde, there will only be one. ”

Then Lothar's hand pointed to the sandbox.

"There should be three main fronts on the battlefield, one is Fort Riptide, where the most direct attack of the Horde will be faced; One is the Eagle's Nest, and we have to be careful of the tribe sneaking up on Lordaeron's belly through there; There is also the coast of Gilneth, where the Horde's navy has not appeared, but we can't let our guard down......"

"Lord Lothar, there may be another place!" Carlin whispered.

Lothar's gaze was on him.

The elven mage's finger pointed to the location of Alterac Mountain on the sand table.