Eastern Kingdom Continent, Stormwind City. Second Prison.

Prison No. 2 is different from the well-known Stormwind prison in that it is filled with people who are either sensitive political prisoners or powerful and evil men who do not obey discipline.

Moreover, the prison is never open to the public, and orders for arrest and release can only be signed by the current king of the Stormwind Kingdom.

A group of Stormwind soldiers in blue and white armor walked into the prison, and after a while, they pressed a middle-aged man into an inconspicuous carriage and headed for Stormwind Fortress.

In the king's hall, King Varian looked at the messy middle-aged general in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Gallisus, it's time today, do you have anything else to say? ”

Garissus raised his head at the words, sniffing at the redden, and his eyes revealed a color called determination.

"I will not confess my guilt, because I have never been guilty, and everything I do is to revive Lordaeron, so I can plunder the towns of your alliance, and I can also work with those filthy forsaken, as long as there is a hope for Lordaeron to revive and for me to persevere, I will do it. ”

Varian sighed, having no desire to continue the conversation with the former Lord of Lordaeron, and waved his hand at the royal guard, motioning to take Garissus down to meet his final fate.

Strictly speaking, Garissus is first and foremost a Lordaeron great-power supremacist, and then an extremely fanatical Great Human Racist. He looks down on any other race, and he can do anything crazy to them.

While Lordaeron was still alive, Garissus caused a stir at the time by killing several High Elves in public on his territory. That is, at that time, Lordaeron and Quel'Salas were still in the honeymoon phase, and the two parties were still very close, so the matter was suppressed and not resolved.

Later, after the fall of Lordaeron, Garethus led an army to pretend to cooperate with the Forsaken in an attempt to retake the city of Lordaeron. But Sylvanas, so clever and cunning he turned against Gallisus at the last minute, and the latter fled south with the remnants of his defeated army.

Running out of supplies, Galliss had no choice but to raid some of the Alliance's outlying towns to keep his tribe afloat.

However, the Coalition sent troops who noticed the incident were soon surrounded and suppressed, and Garissus was captured and thrown into a special secret prison in Stormwind City Prison No. 2.

But Garissus was not discouraged by this, and when he learned from prison that Princess Kalia had raised the banner and returned to the kingdom, the Lord of Lordaeron was overjoyed, and he was eager to grow wings and fly north to contribute to Her Royal Highness Princess Kalia.

Of course, Princess Kalia also learned that the Stormwind Kingdom had arrested Garithars, and although he deserved the death penalty himself, Kalia also sent a delegation of emissaries to Stormwind City before going to the Eastern Plaguelands to participate in the Battle of Naxxramas, trying to probe the wind and see if he could fish out Garissus for his own life.

So Gallisus escaped, and on his way to the execution ground, he was intercepted by the heralds, who led him back to Stormwind Fortress.

The Lordaeron Restoration Army and the Alliance Assassins are in an excellent honeymoon period, with the Dawn Knights of the Brotherhood of Dawn dominating the mainstream, and the relationship between the Eternal Night God Emperor as a bridge, so the two sides did not talk about each other, but negotiated and exchanged directly in a relaxed atmosphere at the banquet.

Princess Kalia is willing to compensate Garishers for the damage caused to the Alliance town, and the Alliance gladly accepts this. After all, the mind of Gallisus, a human supremacist, did not cause any casualties other than plundering the supplies he needed.

Garissus put on his shiny Lordaeron armor again, which made him cry for a long time, and he almost knelt down and bowed to the Northern Nine and shouted thank you.

However, at the banquet, he was also told about some things that he didn't like to hear.

First, the Lordaeron Restoration Army now has the Knights of the Dawn dominating, not the Paladins.

Second, the relationship between the Lordaeron Restoration Army and the Alliance is now extremely close and friendly, so he must sincerely apologize to King Varian.

Garissus was extremely unhappy, and although Lordaeron was destroyed, his great power mentality was never broken, and it would be an insult to make himself apologize to Varian's little doll.

But one of the good things about stubborn people is that they are extremely stubborn about everything.

Loyalty to the royal family of Lordaeron is more important than anything else, and Princess Kalia, as the only remaining royal bloodline, has her orders, her own honor and personal humiliation, which is simply not worth mentioning.

So Gallisus decisively apologized, and even apologized sincerely to Varian in public at the banquet.

A few days later, the great humanist happily returned with the emissary group, along with the remnants of his original command.

Returning to the north, assisting Princess Kalia, and restoring the glory of Lordaeron's first power, this is the insistence of Garissus's heart.

As for the other races, I'll let him die!

And Stormwind received compensation and was very satisfied.

Overall, it's a win-win outcome and a typical outcome of humanism.

The continent of Kalimdor, the Tower of Sleep.

The silvery-white tower, jutting deep into the sea, has become the headquarters of the Holy Order of Truth.

They live here on a daily basis, trained by the ancient god Cthulhu and his Faceless.

At the same time, a group of Nightchild scholars also studied various methods and equipment that could improve the strength of the Holy Cult Army in the tower day and night.

For the first person of the Night Empire, this place is simply more terrifying than the Eternal Night Palace.

The Devil's Tower, the birthplace of the Great Purge, a concentration camp for callous lunatics.

A series of titles are added to the tower.

However, this has no effect on the Holy Cult Army, they only have endless loyalty and fanaticism to their Divine Master, and look forward to the day when the Divine Lord will lead them to the universe and conquer the universe.

"Lord Aururel, the Chosen Archon Project has begun to bear fruit, and you can visit it. ”

Oururel put down the report from the local branch in his hand, nodded, and immediately got up and followed the herald soldiers to the deepest part of the tower.

The Chosen Archon Project was launched in conjunction with the Chosen Colossus Project, and unlike the latter, which required a lot of technology, the Archon Project focused on magic and spirituality.

For this plan, the Holy Army has sacrificed a dozen zealots who have volunteered to participate.

In the hall at the bottom, two fanatics stood on their respective platforms without armor and with calm faces.

Oururel walked in, looked at the two fanatics, and bowed deeply.

"For the sake of the Divine Emperor, thank you for your sacrifices, and thank you to all your compatriots who died in this project. ”

The Zealot, grim and proud, saluted Oluriel.

"For the sake of the God Emperor, death is not hesitated. ”

Aururiel nodded vigorously, "Begin!"

The spiritual network between the two seemed to be separated, and the spiritual connection between the two seemed to be materialized, and the blue light flickered wildly.

"Ahhhh We're going to make it!ahhhhhh

The spirits of the two zealots connected to a dark golden dawn crystal in front of them, merging with the divine power within.

Their bodies began to dissipate, but their tenacious spirits brought their souls together in the crystal, which then emitted a dense dark golden morning light.

A tall energy creature composed entirely of dark golden divine power, and the blue spiritual energy of two fanatics mixed with it, appeared in front of everyone.

Their souls have become one, and their spirits have become unimaginably powerful under the blessing of the divine power of the dawn, so powerful that they can condense into bodies and exist in this world with their spirits alone.

"I... It's the Archon of the Dawn, I... Born for the glory of God!"

A huge amount of nervous energy swept through the hall like a tsunami, and the onlookers took a few steps back, but their faces showed irrepressible ecstasy.

"It's done, record it! The first Archon is born!"

"Immediately develop armor for the Archons, the highest priority!"

The strong woman of Orurel looked uplifted, and the Holy Cult had lived up to the Divine Lord's expectations.

We are the blades of Sarodar.

We will eventually conquer all enemies who dare to resist.

We are the Titans.

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