Chapter 664: Eternal Light

Duke mixed his feelings as he watched the kind and noble old man stretch out his thin hand to himself. He didn't think of using the seven eternal places that Alexstrasza had transferred to him. The scan results of the system frustrated him.
"After the scanning test, a 44% chance is that the archbishop has cleared away too many evil forces, and its accumulated dark power has destroyed his body's further acceptance of the power of the light. As a result, the archbishop cannot bear the power of the light Step into self-destruction. "
Duke sighed deeply, held out his hand, and gently held Alonthos's hand.
The soft holy light came, it was a kind of cozy warm winter sun.
There is no surging sense of power, or high majesty, and some are just an old man's lifelong faith for which he pays.
In the golden light, Duke found that his spirit was also upset.
The vision became blurred, and the sight in front of me seemed to have passed through more than two thousand years, and came to Lordaeron, the newly established country.
Numerous new human settlements are scattered across this lush Tirisfal forest.
After defeating the evil troll, human beings are taking root in this forest step by step. With the hope of civilization, draw nutrients from this land and reproduce.
King Menethil at that time deeply loved his people, because he firmly believed that his efforts would one day allow these powerful people to feed the whole human race.
Facing countless beasts, the troll remnants unwilling to destroy, they struggled hard ...
More than two thousand years later, there was another green frenzy that swept the entire continent, but the enemy changed from a troll to an orc.
Humans and dwarves, high elves, and even dragons have won with the efforts of everyone.
The earth was devastated for the first time since 2800.
Alonthos was sad, because in the darkest time since the pioneering era, when this people needed hope most, he could not support it.
Even if only by the will transmitted in the Holy Light, Duke could feel the sadness of Alonthos.
The earth is full of people, and the people are displaced.
The woman who lost her husband carried the baby waiting to be fed, endured the grief brought by the war, and dried the man's work with tears: climbing up the roof to help the neighbor's aunt repair the hole on the roof, and the cold wind in the winter Go up the hill to chop firewood, and take a sickle like a man to launch a decisive charge towards the orcs who rushed to the village hungry ...
Everything Alonthos once witnessed was passed on, so true to Duke's eyes.
For the king, the war is over.
For the people, the war is not over.
The old peace is extremely short-lived.
A new war will come.
At this moment, Duke really felt a huge sense of mission that he and Azeroth breathed a common future air and shouldered a common destiny.
Obviously, as a traverser, he has the eyes of a prophet who can tremble for everyone in the world.
But Duke didn't do enough.
You can do better.
Protecting Azeroth's last human habitat is not easy.
Duke couldn't go back.
In this case, be prepared to pay decades or even hundreds of years of hard work until the creation of the Titans returns, destroy the Burning Legion, and complete the ultimate peace.
He shoulders the whole future of Azeroth, shoulders the inheritance of civilization and the continuation of order.
Efforts to change the Second World War themselves are only a small step to change the future of Azeroth.
This is far from enough. The battle between the Alliance and the Horde in the Eastern Kingdoms mainland, which only accounts for one-fifth of Azeroth, and even the war that will spread throughout the world in the future. Seen as ridiculous primitive human stuff.
"I can do a lot more, more black technology, more progress, more magic skills. Only in this way, humans, no, the entire alliance can stand on the end of this mysterious universe."
Alonthos Fao didn't read the mind, and he didn't know what Duke saw, discovered, and realized after the transmission of the light that passed on his will.
But seeing this alliance, no, the expressions on the faces of the most gifted and most talented young people in human history, Alonsos knows that as a guide, he has opened a wide world for Duke door.
He has no chance to see the magnificent scenery at the gate, but he knows that the will of the Holy Light will surely be passed on, and the hope of mankind will be ignited again.
Alonthos smiled and patted Duke's shoulder, making a very unexpected move by Duke.
He should have been fragile, getting up from the bed.
Not at all like a dying man.
Only Duke was sad and sad. He knew that Alonthos, the respectable elder, let go of the final shackles and let the power of the Holy Light impact every cell, every inch of muscle, and every internal organ in his body.
This is his last glory, and the last will of the Archbishop of Light that he wants to pass on to the world.
The entire Basilica of Light stunned in response to Alonthos's will. No, not only this church, from the Tirisfal Glades, from the Silver Pine Forest, from the white domes of every church on the continent. Light,
Countless golden rays crossed the void and came here to converge into a huge beam of light with a diameter of more than 100 meters, rising into the sky in the center of Lordaeron.
The neat prayers of the priests echoed in each of the interiors of the cathedral where Alonthos was located. But the big and small bishops in gorgeous robes opened their eyes in astonishment, because for the first time in the original silent and silent spiritual world, there was a response from the Holy Light.
The big bell of the temple felt the strong divine light reverberating in the air, and started to sing!
The priests rushed out of the prayer hall, and they saw the door of Archbishop Fao's ward opening.
No one opened the door, so Alonthos hovered in the air under the power of the Holy Light, slowly floating out, and Duke followed him and came to the center of the main hall.
Alonthos stood in a stance of emptiness, as if a came into the world.
Each priest consciously fell to the ground.
Each paladin knelt down on one knee, stroking the breastplate of his left chest with his right hand.
Even the monarch of a country bowed deeply to show his humility for divine power.
Alonthos said with a smile: "I was asked why I didn't designate the next Archbishop of the Holy Light. At this last moment, I will answer this question."
Several bishops who once tried to fight for power immediately trembled, unconsciously making the forehead more solid and cold. (To be continued.)