Aside from Lillian Voss, the rest were from the commoner class. Arthas noticed that the High Elves who had come with the Windrunner family were even more loyal. They had left Quel'Thalas and it was virtually impossible for them to return; they wouldn't be accepted back. Other than following him to the very end, they had no other path.
The remaining ones were homeless refugees who had already lost everything. If they didn't follow him, they would likely starve. Lords? Lords didn't care about starving peasants; they wanted slaves, not commoners.
In addition to rewarding ten lucky followers, Arthas gave a little taste of power to all the members who attended the gathering. He distributed his limited Faith Power among them to grant small improvements. Not a few followers who were at a bottleneck managed to break through their level limits and advance on the spot after receiving the feedback of Faith Power.
Out of the two thousand people, nearly two hundred broke through—an average of one in ten. Such a figure was terrifying, so much so that the Faith Power he gained from the scene actually increased significantly.
Witnessing a miracle with one's own eyes was a completely different matter from hearing rumors. Especially in a world of swords and magic, where technology wasn't mainstream and individual strength and heroism held sway. Witnessing this had a profoundly shocking impact on the souls of the followers.
Ding! Task 'Devout Believers' complete.
Devout Belief: Faith provided daily by Guild followers increased by 50%. (Ordinary followers: 1 point every 15 days; Junior: 1 point every 7 days; Intermediate: 1 point every 3 days; Senior: 1 point per day; Fanatics: 1 point per day). Faith Power can now be used for energy infusion; the Talent Tree requires Faith Power to unlock.
Current Faith Power: 500. Total followers: 34,000. Ordinary: 23,000; Junior: 8,000; Intermediate: 500; Senior: 2,450; Fanatics: 50.
Arthas clicked open the talent tree, which contained a wide variety of options: increasing daily faith collection, accelerating the speed at which followers became devout, and finally, at the end of the branch, an ability to prevent follower loyalty from dropping. This was incredibly powerful—it meant they could only become more fanatical and never more rational. Wasn't that world-defying? It just required a lot of time. The more Fanatics he had, the better he could carry out his work. After all, these people were the most zealous and the most loyal in executing orders.
In Archbishop Maricia's office, the Archbishop—who governed tens of thousands of followers—was kneeling on the ground, laboring to swallow her master's member. Her glamorous face and voluptuous red lips sucked on the thick, long rod with a wet, squelching sound. Her dignified aura instantly turned lewd. A holy Archbishop—though not equal to the Church of the Holy Light, she was still a manager of a Guild—was now looking up at the man, his cock in her mouth. Combined with her holy aura, she looked every bit the part of a slut!
As a "beast," how could Arthas pass up a stunner like Maricia? While not all elves were exceptionally beautiful, the vast majority of High Elves were fair-skinned and gorgeous, with very few being unattractive. Maricia was a top-tier example among them, with a graceful body, a mature "onee-san" aura, and a fanatical attitude—all of which made her impossible for Arthas to ignore.
Who could ignore a beauty whose breasts swayed unconsciously whenever she walked or talked? Those two pale mounds of flesh bounced before his eyes, drawing his gaze to that snowy whiteness until he couldn't look away.
"You've done well, Maricia. I need you to develop your subordinates as quickly as possible so they can temporarily handle Guild affairs for you. You have more important things to do." Arthas stroked Maricia's long ears. He had always found elf ears strange—didn't they feel inconvenient? Now, touching them, they felt very soft. Seeing Maricia's labored breathing, it was clear this was a very sensitive spot for female elves, not something they allowed just anyone to touch.
"Mmgh... glug... Master... what is it... you want me to do...?" Maricia greedily devoured Arthas's rod. It still carried a lingering scent, but that didn't matter. To her, making her master happy was the best outcome. Everything was for Arthas's sake; any obstacles in between could be ignored!
"I will be opening schools. You will serve as an instructor and also manage part of the school's affairs. More importantly... you'll be continuing my bloodline!" Arthas pulled Maricia up and pressed her onto the office desk, lifting her plump, stocking-clad legs. The magically crafted stockings were as thin as cicada wings yet had excellent durability; they felt cool and incredibly smooth to the touch.
"Oh! I would be delighted to serve Master!" Maricia didn't care where she was deflowered. She only knew that by staying close to Arthas and playing her role as his lover, she would gain more. Besides, as long as she managed the Guild well, did her job, and added a bit of seduction, she could easily get what she wanted. She wasn't a little girl; the nobles in Silvermoon City were quite debauched themselves, and she had been propositioned many times but had always refused. No one had been worthy of her body until now. A woman's body was a vital asset; choosing whom to invest it in required careful consideration.
Arthas also knew that Maricia was a unique kind of "gold-digger"—not for money, but for power and strength. As long as he maintained his formidable strength and stepped into the realm of a Demigod, Maricia would never have other thoughts. As his follower, she was also incapable of betrayal. He rubbed against the outside of her already soaked labia; a tuft of golden pubic hair was neatly groomed, and there was almost no hair on the edges of her labia, making her look very clean and tidy.
Once the glans had rubbed against enough lubricant, Arthas took a deep breath, positioned his head at the vaginal opening, and thrust inward with force! Immediately, a tight, sucking sensation greeted him. There was a layer of membrane in his way, which surprised Arthas slightly—she was actually a virgin! To be honest, he didn't have a specific requirement for virgins, but the chance to fuck one was certainly exciting.
As Arthas broke through her body, Maricia couldn't help but let out a mournful cry in her heart. Although she grit her teeth and tried to endure, a moan of irresistible pleasure still escaped her nose and mouth. The sensation of that burning-hot "dragon" entering her—a feeling of pure, unadulterated satisfaction—made Maricia feel as if she were floating in the clouds. Intense pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her feel so good she nearly fainted.