Different lines on the same road. Chang Wei's speed is much faster than that of a troll.

You don't have to use any magical spells, escape spells, or open space doors or anything. The instinct of the body can be reduced to inches. Chang Wei walked in the big forest, seemed to be slow and fast, stepped out in one step, free and easy, and had gone to a hundred and ten miles.

Chang Wei plans to go to the human world to have a look.

There is no rush to solve the problems of this world. Some of the elves' spells are of interest to Chang Wei, and humans may also have them.

For example, Dalaran.

The closest human kingdom to Quel'Salas is Lordaeron. But the communication between humans and elves is not deep, and there is only a small road between the two.

When Chang Wei set foot in Lordaeron, he found that the situation here was not bad. At least on the surface, it looks like this—farmsteads, towns, farming farmers, horse-drawn wagons, and adventurers with swords and swords.

Walking into a small town, I saw something out of the ordinary.

Some pastors are going from house to house to deliver holy water to residents.

Priest?

Chang Wei looked at it for a while, and then he was a little interested.

In Chang Wei's eyes, these priests in white robes, more or less, had a milky white light rippling on their bodies.

Holy Light.

Chang Wei's thoughts turned slightly.

The Yuan Shen moved slightly, and Chang Wei raised his head and looked into the void. He sensed the light of these priests, the source of the darkness.

Is it Naru?

Chang Wei's eyes flickered, and he shook his head slightly.

The source of the light is not entangled in the first place. However, this kind of holy light power seems to have a certain suppressive effect on the evil spirit. Of course, this is also relative. It's just that the Light is more effective against evil spirits than ordinary forms of power.

These priests went from house to house to distribute holy water, that is, water that was contaminated with holy light, which shows that this group of religious people who are good at holy light have sensed something.

Or rather, the evil has already done a mess.

Chang Wei's thoughts turned, and he now felt that the reason why the evil in the human kingdom had not yet broken out had a lot to do with religious people who were good at the Holy Light.

Walking out of this town, Chang Wei came to a mountain and looked to the south. Over there is the royal city of Lordaeron. A huge gray-black mushroom cloud hung over the royal city, but it was held up by the vigorous and almost white-gold holy light in the royal city, and it could not fall.

Chang Wei nodded slightly. The Holy Light is interesting.

For the rest of the trip, Chang Wei slowed down, and he was not sure the direction, which town was close, so he went over there to see, walked and walked, deviated from the direction, and headed west.

Then Chang Wei finally saw the scene of the pastor of the church dealing with the evil spirit.

In a small town, in a small square in front of a church, residents gather. In the middle of the square, on a newly erected platform, on an erected cross, a rotting corpse was nailed.

A large amount of firewood was piled up around the platform. And around it are more than a dozen pastors, young and old.

These pastors held books and recited scriptures. The milky white holy light was pervasive, shining on the monster corpse in all directions, and the ripple-like holy light washed one after another, and a faint black smoke came out of the monster corpse, intertwining and colliding with the holy light.

It's just an ordinary demonic monster. It is a monster formed after ordinary people are killed by evil spirits and infected by evil energy. But the mouths of the dozen or so priests chanting the scriptures were dry, and the holy light gradually dimmed, and the strange corpse was not dead.

There were armor-clad Holy Cult soldiers carrying buckets of holy water and pouring them on the monster corpses, snorting and snorting.

But the holy water is exhausted, and the monster corpse is not dead. Although it is already dying.

Onlookers were terrified. The Holy Cult Army stepped forward and used their sharp swords to dissect the already weakened monster corpses, twisting and struggling after pieces of carrion fell.

Residents screamed.

The priest took the opportunity to promote the belief in the Holy Light, and loudly rebuked the strange corpse, saying that it was a demon. It is necessary for the residents to cheer up their spirits, and their lives cannot be without holy water.

The Light is an energy of a pure nature, not in terms of how righteous or noble it is. It's pure – the purer something, the more exclusive it is.

That's why it shows a certain pertinence to evil spirits.

But that's about it.

Compared with purity, the evil qi is not inferior to the holy light. The exclusivity of the evil spirit is even stronger, and what it shows is extremely contagious.

Chang Wei sees it clearly here.

Fortunately, compared to other forms of power in this world, the Holy Light has a certain advantage when facing evil. This is something to be affirmed.

Chang Wei turned his mind and thought that maybe he could arrange it.

"The source of the Holy Light—" Chang Wei thought and left the town.

In the next trip, there are more and more such things. The closer you get to the northwest of Lordaeron, the more obvious the signs of the evil eruption. Some small towns are already in the limelight.

Chang Wei came to a city of decent scale that could be called a big city in this world. Called Stratholme.

It is said that it is a big city, but it is nothing more than that. The population is only a few tens of thousands.

The situation here is already dire. The whole city is under martial law.

Rivendell, the lord of Stratholme, decreed a ban on the movement of people, that is, the people inside and outside the city were not allowed to leave their homes, and they had to obey any orders of the lord until the ban was lifted.

Only the detachments of infantry led by the knights could be seen on the streets.

Church pastors here are so busy that they barely touch the ground. Every day, they go door to door to deliver holy water and basic daily necessities.

Of course, the most important thing is to go door-to-door to investigate evil spirits.

Almost every day, there are people who are killed by evil spirits - all of them are out of business. The family is full of corpses, or only a few bones are left after being eaten, or they are evil.

In the square at the entrance of the church, the corpses of evil people are burned every day.

Stratholme was almost overwhelmed, and everyone's nerves were tensed into a thread, and perhaps the next moment, the whole city would be in chaos, and he would quickly follow in the footsteps of Silvermoon City and Zuaman.

Chang Wei is like a non-existent person, walking in the city. It was in an empty cavern beneath the city's underground sewers that Chang Wei appeared.

Chang Wei looked at some people wearing black robes and black robes embroidered with hideous sheep's heads, watching them drive away the evil corpses, gather here, and sacrifice on the altar in the middle of the cave.

"Black Goat Sect..."

Chang Wei remembered the strange things that Sylvanas had said about Silvermoon City, and instantly connected with these black-robed people.

He raised his head slightly, as if he saw a hideous and majestic evil god lying in the depths of the void.

Chang Wei didn't probe out of his divine thoughts, and with just this qi leaking from his gaze, Chang Wei had to be careful. It was clearly an existence comparable to that of an earth immortal.

Frowning, Chang Wei turned to look at the black-robed people. One of the most evil ones, the most prominent black goat ornament, is obviously the head of this group of black-robed people.

Chang Wei quietly took a breath from him, wrapped it around his fingertips, pinched his fingers, and couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

"Rivendell?"

Suzerain.