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Alonsus was a missionary believer who held a high reputation in the major eastern kingdoms. After he spoke, Terenas could not easily ignore his opinion.
"Bishop, have you been able to master and guide that power?" Terenas looked at Alonsus Faol with anticipation. As a monarch, he never liked to put everything on one plate.
The court mage's army was undoubtedly built up with all his efforts and resources, but with his support, Bishop Alonsus had also begun to master a power system that was different from arcane magic.
That is the power of believers.
It was precisely because of witnessing the emergence of this power that Terenas had higher ambitions!
"The Holy Light is with us." A bright golden light emanated from Alonsus Faol.
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Grommash Hellscream gazed at the nearby forest, tightening his grip on the legendary greatsword, Bloodroar. Thanks to Held's refinement, the weapon had become a divine artifact perfectly suited to Grommash. As he gripped it, the more he fought, the greater the power it fed him.
"High Shaman, do you feel it?" Grommash turned his gaze to Ner'zhul, the chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan next to him.
"I can vaguely sense the direction." Ner'zhul nodded.
"Let's go, then. I'll help you resolve and prevent any trouble." Grommash heaved his battle axe onto his shoulder and said with a sense of responsibility. "We only need to do what the high priest commands, and then we can take our leave."
"What about those elves? From the intelligence we have gathered, this is the territory of those elves. They possess powerful arcane powers." Ner'zhul asked back.
"I said, the Warsong Clan will help you eliminate all obstacles. But if possible, there is no need for us to conflict with these elves. As long as our goal is achieved, they will sooner or later become one of us. The high priest has already planned their future." Grommash grinned a slightly hideous smile.
Although he wanted to lead the Warsong Clan to a head-on battle with the elves, he didn't expect to be able to directly attack the next elven kingdom with only a few elite warriors from the Warsong Clan and the Shadowmoon Clan.
They had not come here to wage war against the elves.
"I understand." Ner'zhul nodded, his eyes looking at the piece of meat in his hand, which was soft, yet extremely tough and trembling slightly in his palm.
The veins of flesh and blood were visible on the piece of meat, and blue-black bulging blood vessels were spread all over the piece of meat. It looked like the heart of a wild beast. Holding it in his hand, Ner'zhul felt as if he was holding a prehistoric beast that could devour him at any time.
This is an extremely dangerous thing!
Ner'zhul gave his own assessment in his mind. If possible, he didn't want to have any contact with this piece of meat. He would even stay away from it.
Facing it was like facing the Scourge dragon that had wreaked havoc on Draenor for a thousand years. It was equally horrifying, and one could hear the breath of death.
"Follow your communication with the elements and energy, and follow the guidance." Grommash smacked his lips. He was still a little unhappy. After all, there might be a large-scale war about to begin on the other side, and as a warrior, he was absent. This made him very unhappy.
But as the most trusted clan chief under the high priest, he had to obey orders and do another thing with Ner'zhul according to Held's wishes.
The elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
Sunwell.
That is their goal this time.
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Stratholme.
Alonsus Faol stood atop the city walls, gazing at the orc camp in the distance. The endless expanse of tents made him feel a little heavy. Estimating the size of the camp, he estimated the orcs to be around 100,000 strong.
This estimated number is of course not accurate, but Alonsus inexplicably feels that it is not bad.
Although the other side stopped invading, it did not look like they would give up the war and choose to coexist peacefully with them.
Besides, it is impossible for Lordaeron to coexist peacefully with the other party.
The Dragon Tower is located in the area where the orcs are stationed. No matter what, this tower cannot afford to fail. In other words, even if the orcs give up their attack, Lordaeron must proactively attack and drive them away. At the very least, they must be driven far away from the Dragon Tower. And the portal that transported the orcs to this world must be closed somehow.
Of course, what still 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 Tower? Or had something unknown happened in those unexplored areas of the Dragon Tower?
The mage corps from Dalaran was on their way, and Lordaeron's griffin messengers were also rapidly informing humanity's allies, the elves of Quel'Thalas.
After all, the orcs are now in the middle between the two, and it is hard to say whether the other party will sweep towards the Elf Empire.
"Are those orcs? There are so many of them!" The young knight, wearing heavy plate armor and carrying a hammer and shield, looked at the undulating camp in the distance and the orcs moving around like ants inside, feeling a little amazed and nervous.
"War is coming," Alonsus said sympathetically. Stratholme had recently been flooded with human refugees, bringing a certain amount of chaos and pressure. Fortunately, the Kingdom of Lordaeron still had a strong foundation, and King Terenas hadn't aged. Instead, he remained shrewd.
A large amount of supplies and troops entered Stratholme with his arrival, nipping the seeds of chaos in Stratholme in its early stages. The Court Mage Corps also brought at least twenty powerful mages to support the magical side.
Terenas was worried that there might be something similar to a human wizard among the orcs, so he plugged this loophole in advance.
"What is he doing?" The young knight beside Alonsus Faol suddenly stared at the orc camp, who was running out with several orcs riding on huge white wolves and challenging the people in the city.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is a provocation." Bishop Alonsus narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw what the orcs were planning.
"Should we respond?" The young knight tightened the hammer and shield in his hands, and he was eager to try.
"We can give it a try," Alonsus mused, then nodded. He also wanted to learn more about the orcs' fighting style and effectiveness. The one challenging them from the city seemed to hold considerable status among the orcs. If they could capture him, they might be able to obtain even more intelligence about the orcs.
Even if they failed, they would be able to more clearly and accurately judge the combat effectiveness of the enemy and the orcs. He knew that the elite army under Terenas had fought against these orcs before, but that didn't stop him from wanting to see it for himself.
"Let me fight, Master," said the young knight.
"I will prepare support personnel for you, and let those mages be ready to cast magic at any time. I need to remind you that you should not get caught up in the frenzy of battle. You should know what you are doing and what you need to do." Bishop Alonsus was silent for a moment, nodded slightly at the young knight's bright eyes, and reminded him.
"Of course, I will do my best to provide you with more intelligence and insights." The young knight added, "I won't linger in a fight either. If you feel the battle needs to end, I will immediately abandon it and return."
The city gates opened.
The young knight galloped out with a group of knights wearing the same armor. Their tall warhorses supported their heavy armor, making them look like a heavy cavalry.
The young knight came to the opposite side of Durotan, the tall white wolf only slightly lower than the knight's horse. The two looked at each other.
"Can you understand our language?" Seeing that the orcs opposite did not initiate a fight first, the young knight on the horse had an idea and asked loudly.
"Of course, the high priest has given us a power that allows us to communicate regardless of language barriers," Durotan replied.
"That's great! Where are you from? Why do you want to invade our human kingdom of Lordaeron?" The young knight raised the warhammer in his hand, pointed at Durotan and asked again.
"I am not obligated to answer your questions. If you want to know, defeat me first." Durotan said, and without waiting for the young knight to answer, he took the lead in charging.
The orcs around him scattered and surrounded Durotan, but did not immediately follow him. They just kept a close eye on the knights except the young knight, wary of them interfering in this single combat.
The young knight noticed this, and this idea was in line with his current psychology. After making a gesture to his other knight, he rushed forward without retreating and collided with the rushing Durotan.
The knights and orcs tacitly dispersed, leaving a relatively spacious battlefield for the two men. While keeping a wary eye on each other, they also closely watched the battle on the field.
The white wolf's massive body nimbly dodged through space, its movements much faster and more agile than a horse's. Coupled with its predatory intimidation, within just a few brief encounters, the young knight's horses were startled and lost control.
Even if the young knight's horse is a good horse, it still has to obey its biological instinctive fear when facing a more powerful predator.
When the young knight found that he could not calm the horse under him in a short time and was at a disadvantage against the agile white wolf, he simply jumped off the horse and switched from cavalry combat to land combat.
Seeing the human knight standing on the ground, Durotan jumped off the white wolf and stood in front of the young knight.
"Uther." The young knight looked at the orc who jumped down on his own initiative and didn't want to take advantage of him, and inexplicably felt a little bit of goodwill in his heart.
Durotan frowned at the knight.
"My name is Uther." The young knight saw Durotan's confusion and took the initiative to say again, "I am a disciple of Archbishop Alonsus of Stratholme Cathedral."
"Durotan, son of Galadar of the Frostwolf Clan." Durotan understood Uther's words and assumed they were a necessary procedure for a human duel. Orcs had always held this kind of ritualistic combat in high esteem, even if it had nothing to do with the orcs.
The two collided again.
Although Durotan wore no armor, the orcs' natural strength, thick skin, and muscles provided a natural defense. They revered the bloody, thrilling nature of battle. Many of their clans even revered pain, especially the pain of battle.
Orcs were far superior to humans in both physical strength and fitness. Durotan was branded with the power of a totem, and although he didn't use it in battle, the passive buff alone was enough to elevate his normal combat effectiveness to a higher level.
As for combat experience?
Compared to the equally young Uther, Durotan's growth in Draenor was always accompanied by disputes. As the first clan to surrender to the high priest, they fought against many clans that were unwilling to join, and together with the orc army, they destroyed the ogre city.
So in just a short time, seeing Uther struggling and struggling to resist Durotan's attack, everyone who was paying attention to this battle had already seen who had the upper hand.
Especially Bishop Alonsus on the city wall, looking at his disciple's miserable appearance, his heart sank, and he was ready to snatch back the defeated opponent at any time.
ah!
Uther was hit by a fist on the shield, and a huge force carried the shield and knocked him into the air. After landing, he let out a roar. Golden light painted his body and weapon, making him look like a little golden man wearing golden armor.
"The power of Holy Light!" Bishop Alonsus's face lit up with surprise when he saw the radiance emanating from his disciple. He had already recognized the power that radiance represented!
"Come again!" Uther shouted to the silent Durotan.
However, the next moment, Uther, including Alonsus on the city wall and other people who knew about the Holy Light, all opened their eyes wide. They saw a golden light from the orc named Durotan that was even more blazing and rich than Uther's. The familiar power fluctuation made Uther, who was so close, subconsciously open his eyes wide.
"How do you also control the Holy Light?" Uther exclaimed.
"This is the power bestowed by the high priest!" Durotan answered frankly.