Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Bishop Faor sighed softly, "I thought I could sleep peacefully without scruples, but I am afraid that the cruel truth behind this world does not allow me to escape like this."

Hearing the words of the bishop, Tirion was puzzled, "Your Excellency Faor... what do you mean."

"Tirion, in my short death, I learned something, which prevents my soul from falling silent in the chaos." Faor came out of his coffin and arranged the bishop's robe. "Even if Arthas doesn't call me like this, I will wake up sooner or later, but in that case, it's a question of whether I can find myself."

During Tirion's thoughtful time, Faor smiled at Lothar, who was on the side, and said, "It's nice to see you again, Lothar."

"Me too," Lothar touched his nose, "To the blessing of this kid, Arthas, old guys like us from the last era can get together again."

"It's a good thing to be needed." The archbishop nodded lightly, and he looked at Arthas again, his emaciated face revealed some relief, "I'm glad that you have the power to subvert this world. But he was not blinded by it."

Arthas just shook his head, not knowing whether he was unwilling to accept Faor's appreciation, or if he had other intentions, "It is not a good thing to have people who have passed away rejoin the battle."

"You are right. We cannot force the dead to resurrect, but those who are willing to fight for our world will gladly accept such an opportunity."

After that, Faor took down the bishop's crown that he had brought into the sarcophagus before his death, and placed it in the sarcophagus. After that, he took off his bishop's robe again, leaving only the simple ascetics inside.

"Archbishop Alonthos Faor is dead," Faor gently summoned a holy light, and the invisible force closed the opened sarcophagus again. "I am just an ordinary practitioner now."

"No... Your Excellency, the Silver Hand will welcome your return." Tirion sensed Faor's intentions, and he tried to keep Bishop Faor.

But Faor only smiled gently at Tirion, "Tirion, although I still believe in the Holy Light, but the living will return to the living and the undead will return to the undead, we can't confuse it again."

"But this is only temporary. I believe that one day, after completing our destiny, everything will be back on track."

After explaining to Tirion, Faor said to Arthas again, "I'm afraid I can't go directly to the Icecrown Glacier. The Holy Light is calling me. I need to complete some... missions."

Arthas did not ask in detail what kind of information Faor had received, but he trusted the former Archbishop of the Holy Light very much, and at this time, perhaps Faor could indeed get some signs through the Holy Light.

In fact, Alsace did not plan to let Fahor go to the Icecrown Glacier at first. After all, it was not a place for the development of the Holy Light, and Fahor's role there was very limited.

The undead who use the holy light are not without, but they can definitely be regarded as a different kind, because every time the power of the holy light is used, the undead themselves will feel the burning pain. Although not fatal, it is not the weak-willed undead can persist .

Therefore, when a person is still protected by the holy light after death, it is enough to show that the person's own will and spirit are impeccable.

Alonthos Faor is just such an undead, and his close connection with the Holy Light allows him to get some kind of information in the dark, guiding him to make some behaviors.

"I need to go to the continent across the sea, where I may find the answer." Faor made a request to Alsace.

Alsace nodded affirmatively, "In three days, there will be a supply fleet going to Kalimdor." Reading Building www.dushulou.com

"Your arrangement is still so rigorous and orderly, but after arriving, I should act alone." The archbishop said apologetically. After all, he borrowed Alsace's resources but failed to make any return.

"I understand that if there is a need, you can contact me through soul communication at any time, and I will find a way to help as soon as possible."

The corners of Faor's mouth curled up slightly, "With your words, I should be able to complete this trip smoothly."

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Jingle bell~

A crisp bell came from the Theramore’s dock, and dozens of mighty warships marked with Kul Tiras anchors anchored in Theramore’s port, and Daelin Proudmoore followed the pedal from his flagship. "The Sea King" walked to the land of Theramore.

"Father~"

Dai Lin heard the sound and looked at the front of the pier. His daughter was running towards him. The Admiral's solemn expression was softened. "Jaina, I am very relieved to see that everything is fine with you."

"I'm not that kid anymore, I know how to take care of myself." Jaina took her father's hand and said softly, "However, I still miss you so much."

Jaina spends her days studying and living in Dalaran, and she rarely has the opportunity to return to her hometown of Kul Tiras. In the past few years, she has visited Lordaeron more often than she went home. .

And his father did not often stay on the throne of his castle in Boralus. Dai Lin preferred to ride the flagship and ride the wind and waves on the sea.

Although the two had a major disagreement a few years ago because of their disagreements, under Alsace's persuasion and guidance, the relationship between Jaina and her father returned to the way it was before.

Navy Commander Dai Lin also hated iron and steel for his former daughter. He watched Jaina grow from a small child to a slim girl, clearly understanding Jaina's kindness and innocence.

Dalin's strict and radical education to Jaina during that time was only because the father did not want his daughter to make big mistakes in the future because of his temporary mercy and kindness.

In his eyes, the orcs are not worthy of mercy. He does not think that one race can atone for the indiscriminate slaughter of another race, plus his son died in the orc war, Dai Lin's hatred of the orcs can be said to be The deepest among the current alliance leaders.

But now the admiral of the navy has calmed down a lot on the issue of orcs. As Alsace said, blind wars will not solve the problem. It will only let the hatred be passed on until the last orc or human falls.

This is the scene that the Burning Legion most want to see, and it is also one of their usual methods for destroying one world after another.

Dai Lin may not be clear about the threat to the Burning Legion, but as a ruler, he also knows that launching such an endless war will have no effect other than bringing huge losses to the country and the people.

In recent years, Lordaeron and Stormwind City are both in a prosperous state. Kul Tiras is a maritime country, and trade is the main way for them to develop. This allows Dai Lin to focus on the state of the country and is no longer blind. The pursuit of revenge.

Dai Lin gradually calmed down from the grief of his son's death in battle. He began to realize that now is not the time to find a group of bereaved dogs to settle accounts, but the golden age of alliance development.