Illuminated by dozens of magic lamps, the hall of the chapel was as bright as daytime. A squad of fighters had gone to the site of the explosion to find out, and all the priests had been summoned by the archbishop to quietly await the results of the investigation and the archbishop's decision.

Although the goblins brought by Roland were a bit abrupt in this hall that was almost all human, but because of his identity as the first paladin in history, no one stepped forward to stop him, at most he just glanced at it curiously, and then whispered to his companions around him.

However, at this time, Roland didn't intend to care about what others thought of him, not to mention that there had always been a gap between humans and the High Elves. The summary that "if you are not of my race, your heart will be different" is not only a market on the original earth, but also a universal law in every world.

Approaching the center of the hall as if no one was around, Roland bowed to the frowning archbishop and stood next to Benedictas: "Lord Fao, we have captured a goblin who calls himself a pirate of the North Sea, and he has something to report to you. ”

When the elven paladin said the word pirate of the North Sea, Gryzkes, who had been at the bottom of society all the year round and was accustomed to seeing people's faces, immediately felt trouble.

The air around him seemed to have been lowered by a few degrees because of his status as a pirate, and the image of the goblin clan among other races had always been treacherous and cunning and sinister merchants, so most of these priests who were originally just concerned with themselves were hostile to him.

"No, no, no", in order for the archbishop to believe the information he provided for a while, rather than having the soldiers throw him out, Gryzx immediately denied his status as a pirate, and his high-pitched voice could be heard almost outside the hall.

He wiped the cold sweat from his head, bowed to the old man in the robe, and with a hint of flattery on his face, said respectfully: "I am just a poor merchant who was coerced by the damned pirates, who seized my friends and used them to threaten me to sell them something shady. I was completely forced! ”

Then, as if he had opened the conversation, he began to accuse the North Sea pirates with snot and tears, as if he had been a victim of great grievances.

The archbishop had traveled the continent as a young man, and his knowledge was far beyond that of the priests who knew how to stay in the church and pray. The goblin was just a sentence, and he already roughly understood the identity of the other party, this is a merchant who sells stolen goods for pirates.

"Stop, I'm not interested in your experience," the old man interrupted the goblin merchant as he cried for the sixth time about his experience of being whipped, grabbing his staff and knocking on the polished floor tiles, exuding an air of non-anger and self-authority.

"Now tell me, what news did you bring?"

"Yes", the goblin, whose fate was controlled by someone else, hurriedly stopped the performance, and he hurriedly said: "Jonah, the new leader of the North Sea Pirates? Stirling leads a team of six pirate ships to attack Stratholme! ”

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and looked at the young priest beside the old man: "It was the thief who assassinated your disciple in the street a few days ago, Chiv Ratti, who said that the pirate leader was moved, and besides, he seems to have made other arrangements in Stratholme. ”

"Do you want to tell me that the explosion in the city is the work of the thieves and the pirates of the North Sea, who don't know the origin?"

Despite some alarming news of the arrival of the North Sea pirates, the archbishop remained calm.

So far, he didn't know that the Second Legion of the Kingdom of Lordaeron had entered the city and that the Stratholme garrison had mysteriously disappeared. In his opinion, it would make sense if the explosions were the result of the thieves and pirate syndicate trying to divert the tiger away from the mountains and then take advantage of the chaos to attack from the docklands.

Although Gryzkes was not very skilled in the engineering of the Goblin Clan's signature abilities due to his passion for business and adventure, he was still able to roughly determine how much explosives were exploding just by his voice.

Faced with the old man's inquiry, he shook his head and said, "Dear Bishop, as far as I know, it is impossible for the North Sea pirates to have so many explosives. It would have to cost a trade prince's cargo reserves to do it now, and the vicious pirates obviously couldn't pay that much gold. ”

The goblin's honest words suddenly fell silent in the hall. Seeing so many pairs of eyes staring at him tightly, this momentary speechless guy finally thought of what he said. If I'm not mistaken, could it be that behind the thief is a trade prince?

At this moment, the unlucky goblin merchant wanted to die. Even if others didn't know the power of the Prince of Trade, how could a goblin not know the strength of the most powerful individual of his own race? Each of the Princes of Trade is a force that can rival a human kingdom!

If you let that big man standing in the shadows until he spoils his good deeds, I'm afraid he won't even have time to write a suicide note, Azeroth has never been short of outlaws who kill people for money! The deeper I thought about it, the more desperate the goblin who thought he would be able to get out safely.

After listening to so much, Roland, who was standing on the side, was also a little puzzled in his heart. Aren't the goblins the most savvy race of traders, and if there really is a Prince of Trade who is helping the pirates of the North Sea to fight against Lordaeron, then what do they have to gain but the hatred of the kingdom of Lordaeron?

Is this illogical, or can the other party get benefits in this disaster that we can't imagine? Fight Stratholme's share of trade, or share the spoils with the North Sea pirates?

However, he didn't have to think long before one of the guards trotted in from outside.

"My lord, a large number of civilians have gathered in the square in front of the chapel to take refuge!"

The soldier, who was supposed to have his hand outside the chapel, gasped and said loudly: "The group of refugees has brought news that an army wearing the royal insignia of Lordaeron has entered the city, and this army is heading in the direction of the dock area where the explosion occurred earlier. ”

This news caused the originally quiet hall to explode all at once, and all the priests began to whisper, not only discussing the current situation in the city, but also speculating about the intentions of the kingdom of Lordaeron.

"Quiet!" The old archbishop let out an ageless shout.

When the auditorium was quiet again, he began to arrange tasks for the priests present: "Benedictas, you take everyone to gather the nearby civilians and take care to maintain order. In addition, we must organize our defenses, and whether or not pirates enter the city, we must ensure the safety of the residents near the chapel! ”

Then, he turned to Roland, who was carrying one man and two elves, and showed a look of embarrassment: "Your Excellency Roland Morning Song, can you please-"

"I'm sorry, I refuse!"