Carl enjoyed the amazed and admiring gazes around him.

Since repeatedly confirming that there is no Holy Light spell yet, Karl has learned from Archbishop Fao, and there is a great tendency to develop towards the Divine Stick. Thanks to his status as a messenger of the stars, the people of Crowburgh believe that this is the glory and blessing of the gods, and Ravenketh even personally selected a group of young people to recommend them to Karl to learn the magic of holy light from Karl.

Carl didn't refuse, he couldn't remember if the humans had discovered the Light first, or the trolls, or the elves...... In short, in 10,000 years, almost every race will be able to receive a response from the Light, as long as you have strong faith and conviction.

Among them were nobles and commoners, tall and strong male elves, and petite female girls. Carl took out what the archbishop had told him when he was in Stratholme, much to his surprise. These elves have quickly mastered the path of light, and although they are still a little rusty, they have exceeded Cal's expectations.

Perhaps it was because these elves were firmly in reverence for the god of the moon that Karl represented; Perhaps it is because of the subtle energy of the Well of Eternity for a long time, the absorption and use of energy has penetrated deep into the instinct; Or both......

Carl was very satisfied with the results of his more than half a month, and it would have been better if the youngest girl with great talent had not been named Liadeline.

Carl was so shocked to learn that his best schoolgirl was called Liadline, and he almost fell out of the sky. It was as if my brain was being trampled by thousands of grass and mud...... Ten thousand years ago, she was Liadrin's teacher, and ten thousand years later, she is the one who taught her the way of Light...... This Nima ...... Carl was nearly overwhelmed by the logic of the egg or the chicken.

Finally came to his senses and simply didn't think about anything, anyway, this world is so weird, Carl now finally understands why many bronze dragons are tossed and crazy.

"This is the way of Light." Karl looked at Tyrande with a smile, like a strange uncle who had seduced the little girl. "If you're interested, I can teach you! The light is above, and the light of the moon god is everywhere! ”

"Don't bother! Your Excellency the Emissary of the Stars! ”

Illidan spoke almost word for word before Tyrande could speak, the anger surging in his golden eyes clearly visible.

Carl ignored him, he had seen too much of this jealousy of the woman he loved, and could only lament that Illidan was still too young emotionally.

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord. I am a priest and my life will be dedicated to Elune. I'm sorry, but I can't learn the Way of Light from you. Tyrande rejected outright, just as she rejected Cenarius.

"Nothing to be sorry about, I'm sure you'll have a further path on the moonshine road." Carl nodded to her, then turned to look at the moon guard who came with him, "Let him out, this is my servant!" ”

"Yes, my lord!"

Rosarak was the captain of the Moon Guard sent to Carl by Ravenkes, and he got along for more than ten days. Carl's 'approachability' made the elves of Crow Castle feel that the Star Messenger was not like the above-eyed guys of Esarin, and Carl's selfless teaching them the way of the Holy Light made them grateful and admired the messenger of the moon god, if it was because of the worship of the moon god that they maintained their respect for Carl, then now they prefer to regard Carl as a trustworthy friend.

Without Rosalac's orders, the two Moon Guards stepped forward, unenchanted the cage, and unlocked the chains on Blox's hand before retreating into the queue.

The elves stared back at the open cage with scrutinizing eyes, and the creature they thought was a beast slowly walked out of the cage.

When Brooks's muscular body appeared outside the cage, and his arms and neck twisted, his bulging muscles trembling with it, the civilians who had regathered to watch the excitement involuntarily took a step back and let out a chorus of calls.

When they were in the cage, they didn't realize how strong the beast was. Now, as Brooks stood outside the cage with his tall and muscular body, the elves were surprised to find that the servant of the Starbringer was only a little shorter than the elves, and instead of reducing his domineering, it accentuated his strength and strength.

Illidan pulled Tyrande back slightly without a trace, his golden eyes staring at Brooks. The beast—he had always insisted upon—had put so much pressure on him, and he didn't even want to, but he had to bear it, and he was probably not as strong as this fellow.

Ignoring the wary and curious gazes of the Thursday elves, Brooks walked straight up to Carl and got down on one knee with Carl's smile.

"At your command, my lord!"

Carl smiled and nodded, grabbed Brooks' broad shoulders and helped him up. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, his plan was to fly over and snatch Brooks from the elves, but when he arrived early, he was inexplicably turned into a star messenger. Karl immediately revised his plan and asked for the release of his lost servant in his capacity as a messenger of the stars.

The only thing Carl had to worry about was whether Brooks was a proud orc, and whether he would understand Carl's intentions and be willing to surrender to himself, even if it was for a temporary period of acting.

Thankfully for Carl, Brooks didn't surprise him. This orc who has experienced several wars, he is an out-and-out warrior type, he has the pride of a warrior, the pursuit of heroic death, and the fearless courage and resolute personality, which is the fundamental reason why this orc warrior is still so powerful even in old age.

Unlike Grom's arrogance, Brooks's many experiences have made him more humble, arrogant but not arrogant, and under this seemingly rough face, there is a wisdom that ordinary people cannot detect.

Carl knew that he had always regretted that he had not died on the battlefield with his comrades, and that dying on the battlefield as a warrior had done was what Blox's goal was now. Carl was confident that Brooks would not fail to understand his 'good intentions'. Of course, Carl is also gambling...... Gambling on the prestige of the god of war is equally deep-rooted even in the hearts of orcs.

The main thing is that even if he is rejected by Brooks on the spot, Carl will only lose face, and it will be a big deal to finish him off with a sword - the Star Messenger does not need a 'betrayal' servant. I'm sure the elves will understand the messenger's approach.

Now it seems that he made the right bet...... Brooks also picked up a life in the dark.

"Let's go." Carl patted Brooks on the shoulder, "You've also suffered a lot in the past few days, go back and take care of yourself." There will be countless battles waiting for you! ”

Brooks's eyes lit up suddenly, and his body seemed to straighten.

"Really?" The orc warrior stared at Karl expectantly.

"You won't be disappointed!" Carl affirmed that the desire to fight was the only death hole for Brooks.

Brooks nodded, suppressing his excitement. Then he walked up behind Karl and bowed slightly, as if he were Karl's servant, silently guarding behind his master.

"Thank you! Priest of the Wind. You are worthy of being the most devout believer in the moon god, and I am sure that the spirit of benevolence and fraternity of the moon god will be carried forward in your hands! ”

"Thank you for your compliments, my lord! I ......"

"We've got to go, Tyrande. Malfurion wrote that he was coming to Sulama and that we had to pick him up. Illidan ignored Tyrande's glare, "We have something to do, goodbye, Your Excellency the Emissary of the Stars!" ”

After saying that, amid Tyrande's exclamations, Illidan almost dragged Tyrande out of the square.

Carl looked at the background of the two rushing, and thought it was very funny, how Illidan's behavior looked like a virtue with a middle school student in love.

"Let's go too!"

Karl said with a wave of his hand.

A Moon Guardian brought over a large Nightblade Leopard, which Carl had prepared for Brooks. Somewhat embarrassed, Blox climbed onto the back of the Nightblade Leopard, and when the downward mount followed the group, looking up for Karl, his temporary 'master' was gone...... (To be continued.) )