Diego felt that his materialistic worldview had finally collapsed completely, and although what he had seen and heard since crossing over to Azeroth had had some impact on his inherent thinking, it had only caused some rifts in it, not enough to completely destroy it. I have to say that the impact of this shocking scene in front of him on his worldview is subversive and destructive, his brain is blank, he is completely unable to think, unable to dominate his own consciousness! At that moment, with tears streaming down his face, there was only one thought in his heart: to go to special materialism, to go to special belief in nothingness, but special people die like lights out, this great hero deserves the title of a saint! If anyone dares to question this, Diego will not hesitate to smack him in the face, even if the king of heaven is here!

But for everyone else, including Masrae, it was a mixture of surprises, more joy than surprise, to be precise. More than one person fell to his knees in excitement, many wept and some wept, and many devout believers immediately jumped into the icy waters of the lake to wash their bodies so that they might be worthy of their redeemed hearts.

The people, nobles and townspeople, merchants and craftsmen, who should have dispersed after the funeral, all went to the square in front of the Cathedral of Light. No one could stay at home at this time, and the streets were crowded with people, large and small, and crowds of people were walking towards the church, hoping to hear the archbishop's explanation of the miracle, although they had already decided in their hearts what the truth should be, but they were only trying to be more sure of their own thoughts.

Finally, the archbishops, bishops, and priests of the cathedral appeared at the gates of the Basilica of the Light. They stood at the front of the steps, explaining the most authoritative explanations to the citizens over and over again. More than one clergyman became hoarse because he spoke too much. Sore throat. But they still excitedly explained to everyone without stopping. For them, this miracle is also rare, and some people may not see it once in their lifetime, and they feel honored to be a part of it, which is the pride and pride of a devout follower of the Light.

They announced to everyone that the Cathedral of Light had confirmed Reginald in the first place? Wendthor is a saint, the darling of the Light who has returned to the embrace of the Light after doing what he should do in the mortal world. When people heard the news, their hearts were filled with joy. The townspeople began to disperse as everyone wanted to express their inner joy, and shouting was forbidden near the Cathedral of the Light. From noon, the celebratory parade began spontaneously, and the entire Stormwind Guards were busy maintaining order. The streets were crowded with water, and joyful songs and shouts resounded around every corner. People no longer mourn the loss of a hero, but begin to rejoice in the birth of a saint, and more than one person built yì, in the center of the square, Alonsos? Opposite the statue of Fao. A new statue of Windsor was built to commemorate the newborn saint.

"Although Alonsos? Fao also has the same high prestige and has contributed a lot to Stormwind, but he is a foreigner after all. Born in the kingdom of Lordaeron, how can he be with Reginald, who was born in Stormwind City? What about Windsor on a par? ”

"Yes, Wendthor is a native of Stormwind. But he is famous throughout the human world because of his loyalty and sacrifice. ”

"Wendthor is destined to be the patron saint of Stormwind. Isn't it natural that there is an icon of him in this city? ”

People are talking about it like that. And many immediately put the idea into action. Throughout the day, the place where the church accepts donations was packed. The number of items contributed to the erection of the icon of Windsol is innumerable. Pious farmers can be seen contributing the fruits of their fields and pastures: grains, lambs, hens, bunches of dried mushrooms or baskets of nuts, merchants and artisans contributing cloth, wine, utensils and furs, and nobles donating gold coins, jewels and valuable works of art and antiques.

In every street of Stormwind, there were pious believers singing chants and reciting prayers, and not only that, but until evening, there were people who had witnessed this miracle from afar, and the residents of Shining Gold, the closest to Stormwind City, were the first to arrive in Stormwind City, and people were constantly pouring into the city through the city gates almost all the time.

People are singing and dancing, and their joy grows every moment. They hold banquets at home or in hotels. The streets are full of lanterns and torches. The whole city stayed up all night, and everywhere was filled with joy and jubilation.

But at this time there was still a man in the city who was depressed and pondering what the king had said to him during the day.

It was at the end of the funeral, when everyone was still looking at the sky, that the king came up to the two of them. No one noticed the qiē because everyone was shocked by the miracle. But the little king did not look surprised, because in his heart, he had already believed that Wendthor was a saint incarnate, his guardian angel.

"Two heroes, can you walk with me?" He walked up and asked gently.

"As you wish, Your Majesty." Diego came back from his trance and bowed.

They walked away from the lake, and after this great change the little king looked much more mature, and the expression of a man who did not belong to his age appeared on his face at this moment, making him look less innocent but more majestic.

They soon came to the chapel and talked for a while in a small room inside.

"You have come back with Marshal Windsor, so you know that he has news of my father?" The little king asked, and to be honest, this qiē that had happened before was not as important to the orphan as his father's news.

Diego looked at him sadly, and he felt the softest place in his heart be struck all at once. Although he knew that in another year Varian? Wryon would return, and he still wanted to give the poor orphan a little confidence in advance.

"Yes, the marshal has some good news. He used to talk to me, "Diego made a look of memory. But in reality, he was looking for this history from his memories before he crossed over. Because even Marshal Wendthor did not know the whereabouts of the king. The Night Elves on the side were a little surprised, with a full face, "Why didn't I know?" But Diego and the king ignored him.

"According to the information we received from the Black Stone Abyss, Varian was attacked on his way to Theramore, he was attacked and cursed, but His Majesty escaped very smartly, and the intelligence of the Black Dragons also stated that they did not catch him. Marshal, I and I believe in both. His Majesty was still in Kalimdor, where he fought bravely and relentlessly looked for an opportunity to lift the curse. ”

"Really?" Anduin? Ureon said excitedly, his face full of joy, the only good news about his father in a year.

"Indeed, Your Majesty, you should trust Marshal Wendsol, who is as loyal and reliable as a saint." Diego reconfirmed. In fact, Wendthor didn't say that during his lifetime. This was Diego's memory before he crossed over, and the marshal knew no more about it than he did.

"He was a saint!" The little king corrected dissatisfied, but he was immediately excited by the news that Diego had brought. "Great. I can't wait to see my father soon! The king said with joy, and he was eager to run out of the room and share his joy with everyone he met. But Diego stopped him from doing so.

"Your Majesty, you have to be calm. We can't divulge this secret, because we don't know how many spies like the Countess are still lurking in Stormwind. Diego persuaded. He was satisfied to see that the little king gradually calmed down, "We can't add more difficulties to His Majesty's return. ”

"I think you're right." Anduin nodded, he raised his head strongly, and looked at Diego, "Thank you, I will repay you!" ”

He nodded, and after Diego and Masrae had bent down to salute, he walked out of the room and turned to leave under Berval's guard.

For the king's last words, Diego has a little longing, repay? Is it money or something else? Although along the way with Windsor, the marshal had told him about some of the worldly customs and customs of Stormwind, but he rarely mentioned about the royal family. So as an otaku in a previous life, Diego had no idea about the "reward" promised by the king.

However, the mystery was solved in the evening, when an envoy of the king came to the Gilded Rose Hotel and read the king's will to Diego.

In the will, Anduin? Ureon intends to canonize the two men as nobles, hoping that they will be ready to be canonized.

I have to say that Diego was completely blinded by this news. What is the rhythm of this? Is there really no need for a procedure for organizing inspections, mass surveys, and talking with leaders? Oh, and the leader talks are there, and that's what is in church today. Until the envoy left, Diego did not relieve.

But Masrae? Bearskin immediately declined his reward to the messenger, and walked on the ground as the goddess Elune, for the worldly riches were nothing more than a passing cloud to him in the eyes of the Night Elves. This made the messenger stunned, and he looked back and forth with the eyes of a fool, probably the first person he had met since he took this position, right?

This night, Diego couldn't sleep for a long time, nobility has never meant power for him, it represents more responsibility, just like Anduin? Lothar, Danas? Thorbain, Tirio? Fordin, these aristocratic knights are all charging in front and retreating in the rear. Under their example, in the two orc wars, the death rate of the nobles of Stormwind who held military positions exceeded forty percent, which was twice that of ordinary soldiers, and on the list of casualties, there was a duke (Anduin?). Lothar), the names of the sons of four counts, sixteen viscounts, and more than two hundred nobles, many noble families have since been severed by this descendant1.

He longed to be one of these great men, because it represented glory and responsibility. It was in this longing and anticipation that he did not fall asleep until it was close to the early hours of the morning.

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Note 1: Excerpt from The Tragic Price - Stormwind and the Orc War. (To be continued......)