Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 570: Will

Cathedral of Light in Lordaeron.

When the orcs attacked the city, the cathedral was lucky enough to escape the spread of the war.

Even when Deathwing almost destroyed the royal palace, the Holy Light still protected the cathedral.

People often say that the brilliance of the Holy Light will protect the cathedral and the entire Church of Holy Light from disaster.

This time, it seems that the Church of Holy Light has run out of good luck.

Outside the pure white cathedral, every clergyman looked hurried, with an indelible sadness on their faces. Even the pure white and bright church tower seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow.

After several major events in succession, almost all other countries in the Alliance wanted to see the people of Lordaeron suffer, and this did not include Alonsus Faol.

Unlike Terenas, who appeared to be righteous but was actually a hypocrite who was constantly calculating for the benefit of his own country, Alonsus was a truly selfless saint.

Long ago in Dalaran, a missionary from Lordaeron threw a copper coin into the fountain and made a wish: "I hope that one day I can spread the way of the Holy Light to the common people and teach them the meaning of the three virtues."

Before the orc invasion, Alonsus had been doing this. He preached throughout the Eastern Kingdoms, spreading the light of hope to the seven human kingdoms, building holy light churches in every country and every city, spreading virtues, calling on people to raise orphans who had lost their parents, and inspiring every criminal, trying to pull everyone onto the path of good.

After the Dark Gate War began, he was the first to call on all countries to accept refugees from Stormwind. He was also the one who mobilized the entire Church of Light, allowing the people to continue to support the fighting on the front lines without regrets at the most intense time of the war, calming people's panicked hearts and giving them confidence and courage.

After the war, he was the first to step forward and call on wealthy families and nobles with surplus finances to donate money for the restoration of Stormwind and Stromgarde, which were destroyed in the war.

In order to fight against evil, he traveled around and gave speeches everywhere.

In order to promote justice, he created the great profession of Paladin.

For the sake of human revival, he worked almost non-stop for the revival of various countries.

He is a truly noble man.

If Terenas brought shame to the word "Lordaeran", then Alonsus is the key to making "Lordaeran" great again.

Every king of the alliance may not buy into Terenas's account, but the kings tend to give the utmost support to Alonsus, a truly kind and noble old man.

But now, without any warning, Alonsus fell.

At this time, almost all the kings of various countries who were still in Lordaeron City gathered in the cathedral. The kings who had already left immediately returned. Even King Genn of Gilneas, who had withdrawn from the Alliance, sent ministers to express his condolences.

Following the serious Uther, Duke, Llane, Anduin and others were in a heavy mood.

Today, the priest's disease-healing technique has become very mature, and ordinary minor illnesses and pains will not invade Bishop Alonsus' body. Duke once secretly asked Uther if the archbishop was cursed, but Uther shook his head.

Outside the Archbishop's bedroom, Duke saw King Thoras who was a little depressed. Thoras' eyes were red, and he might have cried a little.

Not every king of a fallen country has an Anduin who can serve as a spiritual leader to help him, and not every king has an all-round Duke who can support the entire country.

When Stromgarde was destroyed and Stormwind was annihilated, Archbishop Alonsus was the one who accompanied Thoras the most. And at the critical moment of national restoration, besides Duke, Alonsus was the one who gave the people of Stromgarde the greatest help.

Alonsus fell down suddenly, and even a man like Thoras who had experienced many storms felt as if an important pillar in his heart had collapsed.

Except for Bolvar Fordragon, who was still serving as regent of Stormwind Kingdom, and Reginald Windsor, who stayed in Redridge Mountains to command Duke's Private Army, all the paladins were already standing outside the door.

Seeing Duke and his party coming, Thoras' mouth was full of bitterness: "Lord Faol's time is limited. According to the wishes of the Archbishop, Uther will lead you in one by one."

The first person to go in was Llane. Five minutes later, Llane came out with a heavy heart.

To everyone's surprise, everyone thought Anduin Lothar, who had the best relationship with Alonsus, would be the last one, but the Archbishop arranged Lothar to be the second to last.

As for the last and most important person, the Archbishop's decree was given to Duke.

Fifteen minutes later, Anduin came out with tears on his face.

Uther bowed his head. "Duke, the master wants to see you alone."

Everyone was extremely shocked.

As Faol's eldest disciple, and the most outstanding and proud one of the Archbishop, Uther's reputation for justice and bravery has long transcended national boundaries. Since the Archbishop was critically ill, Uther has been accompanying him. Basically, every time Faol met with dignitaries from various countries, at least one disciple accompanied him, and generally rotated between Uther, Tirion and Saidan.

Now you're saying we're meeting alone?

What exactly did Alonsus want to say to Duke? Even a fair paladin like Uther couldn't sit in?

Everyone's curiosity was raised to their throats.

Duke entered.

It was a very bright and simple room. There was no strong smell of medicine as imagined, but the room was filled with a natural and peaceful light of light golden.

Alonsus sat upright at the head of the bed, his spirit not at all like that of a critically ill person.

Seeing Duke's astonishment, Alonsus smiled: "I don't look like someone who is about to die, do I?"

Duke nodded. People like Alonsus didn't need lies, even white lies.

"I used to think that as long as the mind is pure, the holy light that the human body can contain is infinite. Unfortunately, compared to my soul, the first thing that can't bear it is my mortal body." Alonsus smiled bitterly.

"this..."

"Let me put it this way. My body is unable to bear such a huge amount of Holy Light power. My organs began to forget how they originally worked, and as a result, my body weakened uncontrollably. How sad, isn't it? The archbishop who once aspired to save the world with Holy Light actually died under the Holy Light." The bitter smile on his face became even more intense.

"You are asking too much, sir. Humans are not like the Naaru, creatures made purely of holy light." freeweɓnøvel.com

"Naaru? Creatures of pure holy light?" Alonsus suddenly became curious.

Duke suddenly realized that he had let the cat out of the bag. There was no way to even counterattack Draenor now. The Alliance had not encountered the Draenei yet, so naturally they did not know about the Naaru. He could only lie that he had seen descriptions of such a race in the books in Karazhan, but had never personally witnessed it.

Alonsus saw through Duke's cover-up, but he did not blame him.

Instead, he said: "Duke, are you willing to inherit my will?"