Alonsos was a missionary and had a great reputation in the eastern kingdoms. After he spoke, Terenus couldn't easily ignore his opinion.

"Bishop, are you already able to grasp and channel that power?" Terenas looked at Alonthos Fao with anticipation in his eyes. As a monarch, he has never liked to put everything on one plate.

The court mage's army was certainly the one he had put his heart and soul into and had amassed with all his resources, but Bishop Alonthos, with his support, had also begun to master a different system of power from the arcane.

That's the power of the believer.

It is precisely because of witnessing the emergence of this power that Tyrenus has higher ambitions!

"The Light is with us." Alonthos Fao radiated a bright golden glow.

……

Gromash Hell Roar looked at the forest not far away, and tightened the legendary axe in his hand. With Herder's blessing and transformation, this weapon has become an artifact that is extremely suitable for Grommash. When he held him tightly in his hands, the higher the fighting spirit, the stronger the power it could give back to him.

"Great Shaman, do you feel it?" Gromash's gaze turned to the chief of the Shadowmoon clan next to him, Naozu.

"I can vaguely sense the direction." Naozu nodded.

"Let's go, then. I'll help you out and stop all the troubles. Grommash carried the tomahawk on his shoulders and carried it all. We only need to do what the high priest commanded, and then we can retire. ”

"What about the elves? From the information we've gathered, this is the territory of the elves. They wield powerful arcane powers. Naozu asked rhetorically.

"As I said, the Warsong Clan will help you get rid of any blockers. But if we can, we don't have to clash with these elves, as long as the goal is achieved, they will become one of us sooner or later. The High Priests had already planned their future. Gromash grinned a slightly sinister smile.

Although he really wanted to take the Warsong Clan and those elves to fight hard, but not now. With just a few elite warriors from the Warsong Clan and the Shadow Moon Clan, he didn't expect to be able to conquer the next elven realm head-on with the few men on his hands.

They weren't here to start a war with the elves.

"I see." Naozu nodded, his gaze on the soft but extremely tough piece of flesh in his hand, which trembled gently in his palm.

The veins of flesh appeared on the flesh, and the blue-black protruding blood vessels spread all over the flesh, and it looked like the heart of a beast. Holding it in his hand, Nao Zu only felt like he was holding a desolate beast that could devour him at any time.

This is an extremely dangerous thing!

Nao Zu gave his own evaluation in his heart. If he could, he didn't want to have the slightest contact with this piece of meat. He'll even hide away from it.

Facing it is like facing the dragon of natural calamity that Draenor has ravaged for thousands of years. The same creepy, listening to the breath of death.

"Follow your communication with the elements and energies, follow the directions." Gromash smacked his lips. He was still a little unhappy, after all, there might be a big battle about to start on the other side, and he was very unhappy that he was absent as a warrior.

But as the chief of the clan most trusted by the High Priest, he had to bow down and do another thing with Neozu according to Herder's wishes.

Quel'Salas, the elven kingdom.

Sunwell.

That's what they're aiming for this time.

……

Stratholme.

Alonthos Fao stood on top of the city and looked at the orc camp stationed in the distance, the endless tents made his heart a little heavy. Estimated from the size of the camp, the number of orcs is now about 100,000.

Of course, this estimate is not accurate, but Alonsos inexplicably thinks it will not be bad.

Although the other side stopped invading, it did not look like the other side was giving up the war and choosing to live peacefully with them.

Moreover, it is impossible for Lordaeron to coexist peacefully with the other party.

The Dragon's Tower is in the area where the orcs are, and no matter what, there is no room for anything to slip through the cracks. In other words, even if those orcs give up the attack, Lordaeron must take the initiative to drive the opponent away. At the very least, drive the opponent away from the Dragon's Tower. And the portal that teleported the orcs into this world had to be closed by a certain effort.

Of course, what needs to be figured out is how these orcs used the Dragon Tower to open the portal!

Did they somehow gain access to a certain level of the Dragon's Tower? Or is it the unexplored areas of the Dragon's Tower, where something has happened that no one knows?

Dalaran's mage regiment is arriving. The griffon messengers of Lordaeron were also quick to relay the news to the elves of Quel'Thalas, the allies of humanity.

After all, now that the orcs are in the middle of the two, it is difficult to say whether the other party will sweep towards the elven empire.

"Is that an orc? There are so many of them! The young knight, dressed in heavy plate armor and carrying a hammer and shield, looked at the undulating camp in the distance and the orcs walking around like ants inside, a little surprised and nervous.

"War is coming." Alonsos said mercifully. During this time, Stratholme ushered in a large number of human fugitives, and these fugitives caused a certain amount of chaos and stress to Stratholme. Fortunately, the Lordaeron Kingdom is still quite deep, and Terenus, as the king, is not old and confused. On the contrary, he remained shrewd.

A large number of supplies and troops entered the city of Stratholme with his arrival, and the germ of chaos in Stratholme was snuffed out at an early stage. The court mage group also has at least twenty powerful mages coming together as a force on the magic side.

Tyrenus was worried that there would be something similar to a human mage among the orcs, so he closed the loophole beforehand.

"What is he doing?" The young knight beside Alonthos Fao suddenly looked at the orcs in the orc camp who had come out with a few white wolves with a very large physique, and shouted at the city under the city.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a provocation." Bishop Alonsos' eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw what the orcs were up to.

"Are we going to respond?" The young knight tightened his gripper and shield tightly, and he was a little eager to try.

"You can give it a try." Alonsos groaned and nodded. He also wanted to learn more about the fighting methods and combat effectiveness of these orcs. The one who challenged the castle seemed to have a certain status among the orcs. If you can capture the opponent, it is possible to get more information about the orcs from his mouth.

Even if it is a failure, it can have a clearer and more accurate evaluation standard for the combat effectiveness of the opponent and the orcs. He knew that Tenaris's elite army had fought against this group of orcs, but that didn't stop him from seeing for himself and seeing for himself.

"Let me fight, teacher." Young knight road.

"I'll give you the men to be ready to take over, and the mages ready to cast their magic. I need to remind you not to get caught up in the frenzy of fighting, you should know what you are doing and what you need to do. Bishop Alonsos was silent for a moment, bowing his head slightly under the bright eyes of the young knight, reminding.

"Of course, I'll do my best to let you see as much information and insight as possible." As he spoke, the young knight added, "I will not be in love with war, and if you feel the need to stop fighting, I will immediately leave the battle and come back." ”

The gates are opened.

The young knight galloped out with a knight of the same armor. The tall horses propped up their heavy armor, making them look like a heavy cavalry.

The young knight came across from Durotan, the tall white wolf just a little lower than the knight's horse. The two looked at each other.

"Can you understand our language?" Seeing that the orcs on the opposite side did not take the lead in the battle, the young knight asked loudly in his heart.

"Of course, the High Priest has given us the power to communicate despite language barriers." Durotan replied.

"That's great! Where are you from? Why invade our human kingdom, Lordaeron? The young knight raised the hammer in his hand and pointed at Durotan and asked again.

"I am under no obligation to answer your questions. If you want to know, beat me first. Durotan said, and without waiting for the young knight to answer, he took the lead in the charge.

The orcs around him scattered and surrounded Durotan, but they didn't rush after him immediately. They were just keeping an eye on the knights except the young ones, wary of them interfering in this one-on-one challenge.

The young knight noticed this, and this thought was very much in line with his psychology at the moment, and after making a gesture to his other knight, he did not flinch to meet him, and collided with Durotan who rushed towards him.

The knights and orcs dispersed tacitly, freeing up a relatively spacious battlefield for the two. While being wary of each other, they also pay close attention to the battle on the field.

The white wolf's huge body deftly dodged in space, and its movements were faster and more dexterous than that of horses. Coupled with its predator deterrence, it was only a few encounters that caused the young knight's horses to be disturbed and lose control.

Even if the young knight's horse is a good horse, he still has to obey the instinctive fear of creatures when faced with more powerful predators.

When the young knight found that he could not pacify the horses under him for a short time, but was at a disadvantage in the face of the dexterous white wolf, he simply jumped off the horse, and changed from horse combat to land combat.

Seeing the human knight standing on the ground, Durotan also jumped off the white wolf and stood in front of the young knight.

"Uther." The young knight looked at the orc who took the initiative to jump down and didn't want to take advantage of him, and inexplicably felt a little good in his heart.

Durotan frowned at the knight.

"My name is Uther." The young knight saw Durontan's doubts and took the initiative to say again: "Disciple of Archbishop Alonthos of the Church of Stratholme. ”

"Durotan, son of Galada of the Frostwolf Clan." Durotan understood Uther's words and thought it was a necessary procedure between human duels. Orcs have always had great respect for this kind of ritualistic combat. Even if this ritual procedure has nothing to do with orcs.

The two collided again.

Although Durotan did not wear battle armor, the natural strength of the orcs and the thick skin and muscles were naturally a layer of defense. They worship the kind of bloody and bloody battles. Many of these clans even revered suffering, especially in battle.

And orcs are far stronger than humans in terms of physical strength and physical fitness. And Durotan is even more branded with the power of totem, although it is not used in battle, but just a passive blessing is enough to raise his normal combat effectiveness to a higher level.

As for combat experience?

Compared to Uther, who was also young, Durotan's growth in Delano was always accompanied by strife. As the first clans to take refuge in the High Priesthood, they fought against many unwilling clans, and together with the orc armies, they destroyed the Ogre Capital.

So in just a short time, looking at Uther, who was struggling to resist under Durontan's attack, those who followed this battle could already see who had the upper hand.

Especially Bishop Alonsos on the city wall, looking at his disciple's very embarrassed appearance, his heart sank, and at the same time, he was ready to snatch back the defeated opponent at any time.

Yes!

Uther, who had been smashed into his shield with a fist and sent him flying in the air with a great force, let out a roar of rage as he landed, and the golden light rendered his body and weapon, making him look like a little golden man in golden armor.

"The Power of Light!" Bishop Alonsos saw the brilliance that emerged from his disciple's body, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He had recognized the power that radiance represented!

"Come again!" Uther shouted to Durotan, who was silent.

However, in the next moment, Uther, including Alonsos on the city wall, and other people who knew the Holy Light, also widened their eyes, and they saw a more fiery and rich golden light than Uther from the orc named Durotan, and that familiar power fluctuation made Uther, who was close at hand, subconsciously widen his eyes.

"How do you hold the Light?" Uther lost her voice.

"This is the power bestowed by the High Priest!" Duron replied calmly.

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