My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Master Fao sent me to see Sir Marlon Lothar... He said that if you feel better, you can go to his cabin. He has something to say to you."

Uther is not a nobleman, but his every move is polite—obviously, this is the result of the teaching of Archbishop Alonthos Faw.

"Okay, I understand."

Malone nodded, then said goodbye to Varian Wrynn, followed Uther, and walked towards the cabin where he had just left.

...

Malone's new body is well balanced, even Uther was a little wobbly when he walked on the deck, but he was almost flat.

Lowering his head slightly, Malone followed Uther and walked into Alonthos Faw's cabin, and then found the archbishop sitting on the narrow wooden bed, smiling at him.

"Archbishop Faor, hello... Thank you for your treatment before."

Malone said to Alonthos Fao quickly.

"Thank the Holy Light, Ma Long, I didn't do much, it was the power of the Holy Light that healed you."

Alonthos Fawor's answer fits well with his identity-the biggest god stick in human society.

Describing Alonthos with a stick? Faol seems a little sorry for his noble character; the archbishop had always lived in the cathedral or Northshire Abbey in Stormwind, wherever he was, countless people lined up every day. Every corner of Stormwind, every village in Elwynn Forest, and even as far away as the Westfall, Redridge Foothills, and Twilight Forest came to pay respect to the saint’s demeanor, or ask him to perform holy arts to heal those An incurable disease that other doctors and priests are difficult to diagnose.

Alonthos Faor treats everyone equally, which makes him highly respected; when the orcs invaded, he ordered Uther to take the strong priests to protect the residents of the Elwynn Forest and escape. After arriving in Stormwind City, they joined forces with Anduin Lothar's remnants, and boarded the navy fleet at the port of Stormwind City and rushed to Lordaeron in the north.

Ma Long didn't know much about the archbishop. Just as he looked at the old man, the other party was also looking at him up and down.

"Your affinity for the Holy Light surprised me, boy... I mentioned this matter with Sir Lothar, but he doesn't know the reason for it either..."

Alonthos Faor smiled and said to Malone-it was the first time he had seen someone who had never been trained by a priest, who was able to produce light in his body for self-healing.

"If your Excellency called me because of this... I'm sorry, I don't know why."

Malone made up a lie-even though Alonthos Faor is a respectable elder, he does not want to expose his biggest secret in front of the other party.

"No, no, of course not... Why we are favored by the Holy Light is not important. What is important is that we don't let down our talents and talents... Your affinity for the Holy Light makes it easy for you to become The most outstanding pastor, so I want to ask...Ma Long, are you interested in becoming my disciple?"

Alonthos Faor first reassures Malone a few words, and then tells his true purpose of calling Malone.

"disciple?"

Ma Long asked in surprise—he didn't expect this half-bald old man like his "uncle" Anduin Lothar to speak so directly.

"Yes...According to Sir Lothar's estimate, those orcs cannot stop here in the south, and we...nor can't live in the Kingdom of Lordaeron forever. This war, before the orcs are driven out of our homeland And it will never end."

"I once thought about how to defeat those orcs... Our warriors bleed on the front line, but our priest, because of his physical weakness, was unable to follow them for treatment."

"After these days of thinking, I found a way to solve this problem, and this way...need your help, Ma Long."

Alonthos Faor nodded and continued.(To be continued.)

Extraordinary Warcraft of Holy Light Knight (6) Holy Knight

"I think I understand what you mean, Archbishop Faor... But I still have to ask my uncle about this matter..."

Malone nodded, and then replied—he is the nephew of Anduin Lothar after all. It is impossible to agree to become a disciple of Alonthos Faor without asking the marshal's opinion. .

"If you are interested, then do it, don't worry about me."

Before Ma Long’s words fell, Anduin Lothar’s voice came from behind him; Ma Long turned his head in surprise and saw the tall body of the marshal of Stormwind stuck in the door of the cabin, with one hand propped up. He smiled at the door frame of the cabin door and nodded to himself.

"Well, Archbishop Fao, since my uncle said that... then I promise you, become your disciple, and learn from you how to use the power of the Holy Light."

Malone had no worries anymore. He leaned slightly and bowed to Alonthos Faw, while agreeing to the other party's invitation.

"That's great, Malone; Uther is a priest trained in combat, and you are a warrior who is friendly to the light... I hope you can all become excellent paladins and use the power of the light to fight The orcs who invaded our homeland."

Alonthos Faor said with some excitement.

"I will work hard, Teacher Fao."

Ma Long nodded his head and replied-he could even be accepted by another person, and soon entered the role of Fao disciple.

"Today you just recovered from your injury, and it is not too early...Let’s do it, starting from tomorrow, Ma Long, come to my cabin when you have time, and I will teach you how to use the power of the Holy Light. For now, you will first Go back and rest. Marshal Lothar and I have something to discuss."

Alonthos Faor nodded in satisfaction and said to Malone.

"I see, Teacher Faor."

Malone replied.

"By the way, Ma Long, someone is looking for you outside."

When Malone turned to leave the cabin, Anduin Lothar, who was blocking the door of the cabin, patted him on the shoulder, said with a smile, then got into Alonthos Faor’s cabin and closed the door. .

Someone looking for himself?Who?Varian? Wrynn?——Ma Long thought this way, and looked at the deck curiously.

...

It turns out that Malone's guess was correct, and Varian Wrynn was indeed waiting for him on the deck; however, there was a beautiful girl with Varian Wrynn.

Long golden hair cascades down on his shoulders, two moist pink lips under the tall bridge of the nose, smooth and white faces flushed with excitement, and a pair of gem-like green eyes are full of surprises— —The girl who stood with Varian Wrynn explained to Ma Long, who had just come to this world, that the appreciation of beautiful things has nothing to do with race or country.

"Ma Long! I came to you as soon as I heard that you were okay! I heard Varian say that you are completely healed, is that true?"

After experiencing the initial surprise, the young girl rushed to Ma Long's face and asked in a crisp voice.

Ma Long was a little dazed-human beings even their own memories are sometimes ambiguous, not to mention the memories of others; on the surface, they are in a daze, in fact, Ma Long is just learning from the original owner of this body. In my memory, I was looking for information about this young girl—fortunately, he quickly found what he wanted.

"That's right, Tiffany. Thanks to Archbishop Faor for curing my injury."

The smile on Ma Long's face was a little stiff-he was surprised at the identity of the beautiful girl in front of him.

The girl's name is Tiffany Ellaland, her father is a nobleman in Stormwind, and the largest jeweler in Stormwind.

Tiffany’s age is slightly older than Malone and Varian Wrynn. The wealth and status of the family, as well as her status as the only daughter, make Tiffany the hottest lady in the upper class of Stormwind. Not to mention her kind heart and beautiful looks.

For Tiffany, Malone and Varian Wrynn are just her best friends, but for Malone, the situation is a little different.

Malone, who knows the history of the world of Azeroth, knows that the girl in front of him is the future queen of Stormwind—Tiffany will marry Varian Wrynn soon after the rebuilding of Stormwind, and be alive. The little prince died in a rebellion of the Masons' Union.

Seeing the girl's charming smile, Ma Long couldn't bear to imagine her future destiny.

"Ma Long, what are you thinking?"

Seeing Ma Long in a daze, Tiffany stretched out a small white hand, shook it gently in front of Ma Long, blinked, and asked suspiciously.

"No, nothing."