"Allow me to introduce Uther, Saidan Dasohan, Tirio Fordin, Gavenrad Doom, and Tulayan." Fao smiled like a proud father.

The five turned and saluted the kings and Lothar, neither humble nor arrogant, except for Tulayan, who was somewhat cautious.

The archbishop looked at the five people in front of him with satisfaction, all five of whom were people of strong faith, and after a few days of meditation and prayer, they had all touched the edge of the Light, and today, it was time for them to return to the Light.

The five people half-knelt down in front of the archbishop and bowed their heads in prayer.

The archbishop closed his eyes and began to whisper, his hands gradually glowing with a golden light, which everyone knew was the condensation of the Holy Light. The light gathered more and more, and finally formed a huge ball of light, and the archbishop appeared more solemn and holy under the reflection of the holy light.

With a wave of his hands, the archbishop divided into five small balls of light, which fell on the top of the heads of the five people, and submerged into them, and the archbishop's divine voice resounded in the hall: "In the name of the Holy Light, from now on, you are both paladins. ”

"You will judge darkness and punish sin under the guidance of the Light; You will live forever in spirit and faith under the protection of the Light. ”

"Scatter evil with the sword; protect the weak with a strong shield; Defend justice with sacrifice; Proclaim justice with your life. ”

"You are messengers of the Light; You are the faith of light, the sword of the guardians, and the blazing flame of the avengers. ”

"You will lay down your lives without fear; You will fight to the death. For the Light, for the people, for the Alliance, faith is immortal, and the Light lives on! ”

As the archbishop preached passionately, the holy light that emerged from the five people became stronger and stronger.

"Treat everything with justice!" Uther was the first to stand, and the surging light almost completely enveloped him, like a messenger of light.

"Help the weak with mercy!"

"Defend honor with your life!"

"Fight evil with bravery!"

"Defend your homeland with sacrifice!"

Tirio Fordin, Tulayan, Saidan Dasohan, and Gavinrad Doom stood up one after another, and the light that surged over them was equally strong and dazzling.

The kings and Lothar were so stimulated by the intense light that they couldn't open their eyes, but they could feel the mighty light surging and cheering like waves. Their hearts beat irrepressibly, and there is no need to doubt the strength of the paladin, and now they urgently need to think about how to make more people in their country join the paladin organization, oh, to join the arms of the Holy Light.

"From now on, you are all members of the Knights of Light, the Silver Hand, and I hope that you will remember the creed of the Paladins, charge ahead, retreat behind, and sacrifice fearlessly to protect the people."

"In the name of the Light, the Alliance will win!" Terenus is worthy of being an old fox, showing himself at the most opportune time, and successfully snatching the first sycophant.

"In the name of the Light, the Alliance will win!" "In the name of the Light, the Alliance will win!" The other kings naturally wouldn't let him specialize in beauty, but they knew very well that the archbishop had just said that the paladins would belong to the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the name was not the point, and who would lead was their concern, although there was little hope.

Under the expectant gaze of the kings, the archbishop waved his hand and said in a voice full of exhaustion: "The Silver Hand will be under the direct leadership of Marshal Lothar, with Uther assisting in its management. I'm a little tired, so I'll take my leave. ”

Terenus sat firmly on Mount Tai and remained silent, and the other kings were slightly disappointed, but it was also clear that the results could be drawn from the origins of these five knights, and what they should do next was to try to stuff more of their own people into the Silver Hand Knights.

The establishment of the paladin brought strong confidence to both the king and Lothar, and the shadow that had been weighing on his heart for a long time seemed to dissipate a lot.

A week later, Lothar was standing in a command tent south of Lordaeron, not far from the town of Southsea, and he was gathering at a table with the kings of Lordaeron and a few lieutenants of his choosing, staring at a map placed on it.

Uther is his liaison with the Silver Hand and the Church, and the Paladins have made surprising progress in their combat skills and the use of the Light.

Khadgar served as his liaison with the mage and his most objective advisor.

Daerin Prodmore, the ruler of the kingdom of Kurtiras, a tall, lanky man in a green naval uniform with weather-beaten skin, generally prefers to be called an admiral, and he is in charge of the navy - and rightfully so, the kingdom of Kurtilas is the only kingdom in the alliance with a regular navy.

As for Tulayan, the young Tulayan was appointed deputy commander. The young man made a deep impression on both him and Khadgar, and although he still treated Lothar as a legend of sorts, his intelligence, loyalty, and diligence were on display, and Lothar was sure that the lad would grow up quickly, and besides, he could not think of anyone else who could be his deputy. Tulayan was clearly not used to such heavy responsibilities, and Lothar had already reminded him more than once not to poke the map absentmindedly, at least not with a knife.

They had been discussing the same thing for a week - which route the Horde was most likely to come from, where they might attack, and how to move the coalition forces into the area as quickly as possible.

Just as Gene Greymane, King of Gilne, who was as strong as a bear, dressed in black-and-gray armor and had a thick black beard, stressed for the tenth time that the Coalition's troops should be deployed to the border with Gilneys, believing that the Horde would appear there first, a sentry broke in.

"Sir, you must look at this, sir!" He shouted. He tried to stop himself, then bowed quickly. "They're coming!"

"Who's coming, soldier?" Lothar frowned.

"It's an elf, sir!" The sentry almost roared. "It's the elves coming!"

"Elves?" Lothar was surprised at first, then he seemed to understand something. Just as he turned around, one of the kings coughed and looked very guilty.

"We need allies." Terenus explained. "Elves are a powerful race, and I think we'd better contact them as soon as possible."

"Without consulting me? Or in my name? Lothar looked angry, since he had already agreed with him as the commander of the alliance army, then everything about the army naturally had to be approved by him, and he thought that with the pride of the elves, it must be Terenus who asked the elves to send troops in the name of his own Arathi bloodline. This is disrespectful to him.

Terenus nodded solemnly, and said to Lothar in a sincere tone: "This is indeed my mistake, contacting them without consulting the army commander, and may even encounter a tribal attack when they come to reorganize, causing irreparable consequences. I really should have consulted with you first, I just feel time is tight, but that's not a reason, it won't happen again. ”

Lothar felt a little more relaxed when he heard his answer, he also knew the situation he and the Stormwind Kingdom were in now, and since the king had the courage to apologize, he took the stairs to go down.

He nodded: "Well, this is the end of the matter." Let's go meet our allies. He was the first to step out of the tent, followed closely by the others.

After giving a warm welcome and thanks to Aurelia and Darkan for their arrival, Lothar introduced them to the King of the Alliance, and his lieutenants' assistants, before solemnly asking, "Forgive me for my rudeness, but I must ask - is this all the assistance that Quel'Thalas has provided?" ”

Aurelia frowned and glanced at the fifteen warships on the shore, ten of the large ones were distributed by Silvermoon City and led by Darkan, and the remaining five small ships were ranger squads of her own organization, all of which volunteered to join her.

Thinking of her team, she couldn't help but think of that bastard, not only seduced her sister, but also looked down on herself, although she didn't say it explicitly, but from the words of her sister Sylvanas and that bastard, she could understand what they meant, and the summary was: You have enough strength to charge into battle, but you are not a qualified commander.