Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 194: Archbishop Faol

It's coming! It's coming! It's really coming!

When Archbishop Faol said this, Duke's heart almost jumped out of excitement.

He was fed up with the numerous strong men in the Horde, and if any one of them jumped out, he would have to close the door and release Lothar.

Duke wanted to find an opportunity to use his magician's flexibility to bully the chieftains of the Horde, but Duke knew that the demigod warlock Gul'dan of the Horde had definitely awakened. Not only Gul'dan, but all of his remaining warlocks were powerful enemies.

With the two armies facing each other, Duke had almost no chance of bypassing the warlock and directly defeating the chiefs.

But now it's completely different.

The glorious name of Alonsus Faol was best remembered by most players before Duke crossed over, not because of his holiness, but because he was the mentor of the first five paladins.

Four of the five Unit-01 Gold Saints, oh no, the five first-generation Paladins, were monster-level warriors who were too powerful to be human. In history, except for one guy who was stuffed in by Lothar to make up the numbers, the other four left their names in history.

I'm a little excited just thinking about being able to witness the birth of the first generation of Paladin!

Duke, Llane, and Anduin all pricked up their ears.

"Remember the time we took the time to talk after you came to Lordaeron?" Faol paced in front of them.

"Yes. It was about the destruction of Northshire Abbey."

At this point, Faol's eyes dimmed. "I have to admit that I am frustrated. If I had found a way to allow those monks to survive this sudden war, perhaps the spreaders of the Holy Light would not have suffered such heavy losses."

Lothar nodded and sighed, "Indeed, the way of the Holy Light of priests does not allow them to wear equipment above leather armor, and thin cloth clothes cannot provide them with sufficient protection. In front of the orcs' great strength, we still look weak even in full armor, let alone priests who have almost no armor protection."

Faol smiled, a truly happy smile: "When I was thinking hard about these problems, an idea suddenly appeared in my mind, like an enlightenment bestowed upon me by the Holy Light."

"Have you found a way?" Lothar asked.

"That's right!" Faol clapped his hands and said, "I will establish a new branch of the church - the Paladins. Not only will they have devout beliefs, but they will also practice a lot of combat skills. They will not only receive combat training, but also prayer and healing training. These brave warriors will have both military and spiritual abilities, especially using the power of holy light to bless themselves and others."

"Can it really be done?" Lothar's mind was full of doubts. He didn't think that a priest who could only heal soldiers could rush to the front line to kill the enemy.

Duke almost wanted to remind Lothar that these were the two people he met in the palace that day.

Duke held back.

Faol smiled and made a blessing gesture. Lothar and the other three saw a holy power suddenly emanating from Faol, whose whole body was glowing, and gathered on Faol's head to form a holy seal shining with red light.

Obviously, the holy seal was full of power and miraculous might, but the three of them simultaneously felt a sense of peace and tranquility. An indescribable sense of happiness resounded in their bodies.

"Is this the power of the Paladin?" Llane muttered to himself.

"Yes!" Faol smiled.

Duke asked impatiently: "Have you found the right person?"

"In fact, I found four, and you can meet them tomorrow morning. But if you have more suitable candidates, you can also provide them to me. I want to personally enlighten the divine power in them in the holy city of Stratholme within a week."

At this moment, Duke was excited!

This is not some fake master randomly blessing a female donor.

This is the enlightenment from the only Grand Master of Light in the world of Azeroth!

Maybe those four legendary guys were already very powerful before they became Paladins, but before they were enlightened, no matter how powerful they were, there was a limit. After enlightenment, their strength was simply beyond measure.

Recalling the history, Uther led only twelve paladins to charge at tens of thousands of orcs. Just thinking about that scene made my blood boil.

Llane could easily see the eagerness on Duke's face, and he also smiled: "Duke, are you optimistic about Father Fao's plan?"

"Yes! That's right! It's great!" Duke did not hesitate to praise: "I think this is definitely a groundbreaking new force. Not only will I ask my follower Reginald Windsor to come for enlightenment, I also strongly suggest that Duke Fortagan come as well."

"Bolvar?" Llane was a little confused.

"Your Majesty, don't you think he's a good fit? Duke Fordragon has a very devout faith, a just heart, and superb fighting skills." Of course, in Duke's mind, Bolvar was not even two levels behind Anduin at the moment. If he met the chieftain of a large tribe, he would still be a pushover.

After Duke said this, Llane and Anduin both thought it was a good idea.

Anduin asked, "Bolvar is coming too. Who will watch over the army in Southshore?"

Llane smiled: "Of course it's me, the Alliance Admiral." After that, Llane punched Lothar lightly in the chest. The unparalleled trust between the monarch and the subject was fully revealed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty."

Llane waved his hand: "Just deal with the orcs as soon as possible and take back our Stormwind City."

The next day, on the morning of October 13, as the whole city was excited about the establishment of the alliance,

Lothar and Duke arrived at the main courtyard of Lordaeron Cathedral. They had already had breakfast and were waiting for Archbishop Faol to arrive. At the appointed time, the Archbishop appeared and walked over calmly.

"Thank you very much for taking the time to accommodate an old man like me." He turned around and waved. Four men appeared from the end of a nearby corridor and walked towards Faol in high spirits.

Duke's eyes suddenly lit up.

There were four burly men, each wearing shining armor, with the emblem of the Church of Holy Light on every piece of armor, the shield in their hands, and the top of their helmets.

All of them were armed with a sword, and from the way they walked with their swords ready to be drawn, Duke could tell that they were at least skilled swordsmen.

The only problem was that the armor and weapons were brand new, with no traces of fierce battle or repairs or polishing, not even a stain could be found on them.