A little golden light appeared on Xiao Yi's fingertips, this is not magic, but this castle is full of holy light, as the owner of this castle, it is very easy to mobilize these holy lights, he said slowly: "This kind of energy is called holy light by people, and the people who use this energy are called priests among human beings, and the Holy Light Cathedral in Stormwind City is the gathering place for these believers." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Barrett was a little puzzled, of course he knew about the Holy Light and the Holy Light Cathedral, although the Holy Light Church in Stormwind City was not the largest church in the Holy Light Sect, but his master had also dealt with these priests a lot before, and he didn't understand why Xiao Yi said this.

Ignoring the old man's doubts, Xiao Yi said to himself, without a trace of emotion in his voice, and said directly: "Azeroth has gods, the Titans of creation, the evil ancient gods, the dragon guardians, and so on. ”

"The Holy Light, this energy that guides people to goodness, as long as people of high character can receive their gifts, I have to say that it is a perfect energy."

Barrett really didn't understand what Xiao Yi wanted to say, he couldn't help but say: "The Holy Light is a kind of gathering of virtues, they may not have an autonomous consciousness, but those who feel the Holy Light understand it. They have a broad consciousness that guides people to good. ”

"So this is not the Light! It's light magic! The light from Xiao Yi's fingertips turned into a handful of golden flames.

"Light magic!" Barrett was shocked, as a servant of a magician, he knew very well that there was no such thing as light magic in this world. Except for Arcane, Frost, Fire. Only the legendary Medivan practiced space magic, so he has the title of Star Mage, the other is the time and space magic of the bronze dragon, and the natural magic of the Night Elves, etc.

Light, or light magic, has always been the exclusive preserve of Light Priests, and no one would consider them to be mages.

Because of the Light's own problems, the early priests hardly knew anything about lethal skills, and when dealing with orcs, it was more about the Light itself's corrosion of evil energy, and it was born to restrain evil energy.

However, not all orcs drink the blood of demons, so these spellcasters who lack the means to attack are more often used as medical officers on the front line, and the fragile priest will inevitably suffer huge losses when facing strong orcs!

"So, you're a pastor?" Barrett's brows furrowed, as far as he knew, the Holy Light was not like magic, if he abandoned his faith, he would easily lose it, and in the current national crisis, a priest was not at his post, and it was obvious that he had fled to the Western Wilderness, so why did the Holy Light still care for him?

"It's light magic!" Xiao Yi persevered again and threw him a treatment.

With the release of the magic, the peaceful golden light in the room surged, and they transformed into a large light hand, caressing the top of Barrett's head, and a strange heat slowly flowed down the top of their heads, flowing all over their bodies.

A new kind of magic? This thought instantly came to the old man's mind, he had tried to be healed by the Holy Light before, it was a junior priest, his Holy Light technique was also so warm, but during the treatment, he could always hear the Holy Light whispering in his ear, which made people yearn for it.

And not this time! The Light only did the work of healing the wounds on his body, and there was no such murmuring! It's like enslaved magical energy!

"I said it's a magic item, so I should be able to understand it." Xiao Yi spread his hands and said with a smile: "Although I call it light magic, in fact, you are right, I am a priest, a priest who belongs to the god of light, Elrath. ”

Barrett blinked, he hadn't heard of the deity. But he didn't care, because there were so many gods in Azeroth! Maybe none of these gods are really gods, or maybe they are some powerful demigod ancestors, like the gods of some races. This was not uncommon among the noble families of the human race, and he had seen many knights who believed in their ancestors.

If that's the case, then the castle is understandable! In the world of Azeroth, don't say a magic castle! Even a floating fortress is understandable.

"My lord, the prisoner you want has been brought." Sharif pushed open the door again and reported to Xiao Yi.

Seeing that Xiao Yi still had something to do, Barrett got up and said, "Then I'll leave first." ”

After bowing, he turned and walked out of the room, and when he went out, he saw two militiamen carrying a sturdy prisoner in prison uniform and shackles, who seemed to be the leader of the mercenaries.

The militiamen escorted the mercenary leader into Xiao Yi's office, pushed him to Xiao Yi's desk, stood behind the mercenary leader, and watched his every move.

"How are you doing these days? Mr. Ratcliffe. Xiao Yi straightened his back and looked at the captured mercenary playfully.

"Humph!" The mercenary leader snorted coldly and did not speak.

Syllable! But soon a wooden stick hit him in the knee, and the pain made him unable to stabilize his body, and he fell to one knee. He glared angrily at the militiaman with the stick.

"Stop!" Xiao Yi stopped the militia who wanted to continue to teach the mercenary leader, looked at the mercenary leader who was kneeling on the ground and said funny: "Mr. Ratcliffe, you have to understand that you are just a prisoner now. ”

"Despicable sneak attackers!" The mercenary leader shouted.

"Haha!" Xiao Yi didn't care about his scolding, but asked, "If you really do it, are you sure you can beat any of my guards?" ”

The mercenary leader stopped talking, he understood that even if the guards clashed with them head-on, they would have no power to fight back! Each of those guards has the strength of a high-level profession, which is far from being comparable to those mercenaries who have not even reached the level of professionalism. It's just trying to save face.

"Alright, Mr. Ratcliffe, my patience has run out, and I'll give you two options!" Xiao Yi said: "Play for me, I will continue to pay your commissions. Or I'll let you go, but you won't be allowed to take anything with you except your clothes! ”

"Would you like to continue to hire us?" The mercenary leader asked in surprise, knowing that he had seen with his own eyes how a castle had risen from the ground! Such a nobleman with a castle, a powerful attendant, and a large number of lords would still hire a mercenary like himself?

"Yes, I need some men to protect the people outside the city, after all, the western wilderness is not as peaceful as it seems." Xiao Yi nodded. This is also a helpless move, although after having healing magic, most of the guards were basically healed by him during this time, but he still lacked the manpower to fight.

Not to mention the lack of weapons and armor of the militia, even the lack of basic training is useless in Xiao Yi's opinion, and they will all be thrown into the garrison battalion to transform into sentinels in the future.

Now I had to find someone to replace me and protect the refugees who were building the building outside the castle.

"So, Mr. Ratcliffe?" Xiao Yi looked at the mercenary leader and asked.

"The Boar and Fish Scale Mercenary Regiment is at your service, my lord!"