The Chapel of the Light's Wish is located east of Stratholme, near the East Wall Tower, and is also home to many paladins.

Three days later, when Uther, dressed in military uniform, appeared at the door of the Chapel of the Light's Wish with Gavin Rad, Farrar, and dozens of knightly attendants, it caused a loud cheer.

"Look, isn't that Uther Lightbringer, that's so imposing!!"

"Long live Lord Uther! Long live the Silver Hand!!"

The top paladins in the continent, the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the messenger of light, everyone knows about it, and the Chapel of the Holy Light's Wish is close to Stratholme, which belongs to the territory of the former Lordaeron, so there are naturally not a few people who know Uther.

Facing the enthusiastic townspeople, Uther had no choice but to wave, but he did not forget the purpose of his visit, and through the bustling crowd, Uther went straight to an old and majestic building in the center of the town.

As soon as he walked into the hall, warm applause rang out, I have to say that as the top paladin in the continent, Uther has long been famous, and even the elves of Quel'Salas have known this great lightbringer through the Second Orc War.

The paladins glanced at the hall slightly, and representatives from different camps, and even different races, were already seated, some of them were the copperbearded dwarves of Ironforge, some were descendants of the nobles of Alterac, and some were high-ranking members of the Dalaran Kenrito Council, but they all came here for one purpose, and that was to discuss a plan to fight against the undead legion together.

"All right, welcome to this meeting organized by the Knights of the Silver Hand, but for now, please be quiet, everyone. ”

Uther walked to the podium specially prepared for him, and glanced at the eagerly awaited crowd in the audience, and the paladin said slowly: "I believe the purpose of inviting everyone here this time, I believe you are very clear in your hearts, a terrible dark force has invaded this sacred land. Not long ago, the whole of Lordaeron had fallen, and now, this terrible evil force is gathering strength and preparing to swallow the entire continent. ”

"It's time to throw away the barriers between us, and only by uniting our front can we break through this terrible force. ”

As soon as Uther's words fell, the people in the audience turned their heads to each other, and it was clear that some of them were questioning the truth of the paladin's words.

"Lord Uther, what proof do you have that those fellows are as powerful as you say, in my opinion, they are nothing more than a swarm of locusts, and if you can't even deal with them, will you discredit the prestige of the Silver Hand. ”

Uther glanced at the young man who was talking wildly—Gilbert, a noble young master from Gilness, who was the same arrogant as that guy from Greymane (King Gilness).

It seems that the Greymane guy still didn't take this undead invasion seriously, and only sent an unruly and arrogant aristocratic young master to participate in this council, but such a move came from the hands of Jean Greymane, who built the Wall of Greymane during the Second Orc War in an attempt to close off the country, and Uther was not surprised, these guys have always been like this, conceited and stupid.

Taking a deep breath, Uther knew that now was not the time to pursue these things, and he locked on to the Gilneth nobleman with a sharp gaze, "First of all, the power of the Silver Hand does not allow you to question, we resisted the mighty orc warriors in the Second War, and what about you? What did you do?"

During the Second Orc War, as the king, Jean Greymane not only did not lead his troops to aid Lordaeron, but also built a high wall and closed the country to defend himself, which has become a laughing stock in the eyes of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, and Uther chose to bring it up at this time, but also to combat the arrogance of this little nobleman.

Sure enough, the nobleman opened his mouth, but was ultimately speechless.

"If there is no reasonable advice, just sit down and listen!"

It was a middle-aged mage in a blue robe who spoke, and it was clear that Dalaran, who had helped Lordaeron resist the orc invasion, was also dissatisfied with Gilneth's inaction, but when Uther set his eyes on the middle-aged mage, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He knew the mage.

Since the Second Orc War, Elon has rarely appeared in the public eye, but for the help of more than a hundred magic legions, Uther has always remembered it.

Casting a good-natured glance at Elon, Uther reached out and pressed down, stopping the noise.

"This time we are all gathered here, not for a single individual, but for the entire Northern Frontier Kingdom, for the homeland that you rely on for survival. ”

Uther deliberately raised her voice, causing the entire hall to reverberate with impassioned words, "It is true that for this destruction of Lordaeron and the death of His Majesty Terenus, we of the Knights of the Silver Hand have an unshirkable responsibility. ”

When Uther said this, Gavonrad, who had already taken his seat, almost subconsciously stood up, but the trust in the old man forced him to sit back in his seat.

The whole meeting was silent, and even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

After a pause, Uther continued, "We don't know how many undead still exist in the Tirisfaring Glades, we don't know how many survivors there are elsewhere, and we don't know who is behind this long-planned catastrophe, but are we afraid?"

This is the oath that the Knights of the Silver Hand made at the beginning, and it is the dogma we believe in. If you have the heart, you can look back at the Silver Hand knights stationed outside the town, even the destruction of the country and the sacrifice of their comrades-in-arms have not been able to break their faith. One by one, they are still in good spirits, ready to fight the undead to the death!!"

As his mood fluctuated, Uther's voice grew louder and louder, bordering on roaring.

"But the Silver Hand is not a god, we don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life, and they are made up of flesh and blood boys. That's why I'm convening this meeting to ask for everyone's help, and only by gathering the strength of the entire continent can I fight against those dark forces!!"

Silence, still silence, no one took a stand, and no one took the lead to speak.

Looking at the silent hall, Uther sighed in his heart, after so many years, the estrangement in everyone's hearts is still too deep, and the paladins deeply understand that even the seven kingdoms that are also human beings are only harmonious on the surface, and there are not a few intrigues and tricks in the secret.

If you want to promote this alliance, I am afraid it will be a little difficult for him alone.

"It seems that everyone is also tired from the journey, so I will give you two hours of sufficient rest now, I believe that these two hours are enough time for everyone to clean up their mood and pay attention to everything that is happening in front of them. ”

Uther knew very well that now was not the time to force these guys to make decisions, and if one was not careful, I was afraid that it would provoke their dissatisfaction.

Taking a deep breath, the paladin strode out of the hall, followed by Gavin Rad and Farrar behind him, and as soon as he took a few steps, a scout-like soldier fell on one knee and half in front of Uther,

"Report to General Uther, Lord Alexandros Mograini has arrived!"

(End of chapter)