Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 756 87. Conversation under the Holy Light

Pope Fao has a very high reputation among the people. Many believers even regard this venerable old man as the incarnation of the Holy Light in the world. This is not only because of the Pope's pure faith, but also because he is very concerned about everything related to believers. All hands-on.

He is not as lofty as the other chiefs.

In the cathedral in Stratholme, the Pope will personally preside over the church's sermons and confessions a few days a week. He is very "close to the people", which makes all believers respect him.

The direct consequence of this kind of people-friendly style is that the one-hour evangelistic meeting that was originally planned to be held at Arom's Terrace was stretched to three hours due to the prayers of local believers.

It wasn't until night fell that the believers who had been cleansed by their faith returned satisfied amidst singing.

The old Pope also returned to his prayer room a little tired.

Bu Laike almost fell asleep waiting here. He did three papers in a row under Nasa's strange gaze, which prevented himself from falling asleep due to boredom.

"Hey, don't you watchers also learn divine arts? Why can't you even do the most basic arcane problem? Can't you complete such a simple mana model deconstruction?"

When the Pope walked into the prayer room, what he heard was Laike's dissatisfied questioning and Nasa's hesitating voice of shame.

Your Excellency the adjutant is indeed half a spellcaster.

Her level of Luna Divine Art is good, but it is only rated as "good". Among the high-ranking Watchman commanders, Nasa's level is only mid-to-low.

When facing Bo Laike's questioning with the test paper, she lost her timidity all of a sudden.

But it's not Nasa's fault.

What people learn is magic.

As long as you understand the principles of these basic magic knowledge, the rest is to pray frantically and sincerely to the moon god, begging Elune to send down holy knowledge.

The same goes for the paladins.

Even among the five great knights, except for Uther and Turalyon who are priests from Banquo, the scriptural level of the other three is estimated to be similar to that of official priests, or even inferior to others.

Therefore, paladins never preside over sermons.

Not only because their duty is not this, but also because their understanding of the scriptures is really not good enough, and they are easily stumped by some tricky questions raised by evil-minded believers.

If that is the case, the prestige of Shengguang is ridiculous, family members.

"Bo Laike, you came just in time."

The Pope walked into the prayer room with a blank expression. He put aside the scriptures in his hand, looked at the pirates, and asked:

"You promised me that the situation in Gilneas would be brought under control, but I haven't seen any signs of the werewolf plague being brought under control. The people are panicked, and the night has become a paradise for monsters.

This incident disturbed my soul.

I may have trusted you too much, and caused the people who should have been protected by me to suffer unwarranted disasters. "

"Your Majesty, what you said makes no sense."

Bu Laike put away the magic pen, stood up, and said to the old man:

"The druids of Moonglade have strengthened the seal of the werewolves in the Emerald Dream, and Gilneas can no longer summon the werewolves of the ancestors.

Most of the wolves active there now are newborn werewolves, and their curse has spread very slowly.

And I don't believe you don't know, in the recent period, many of those newly born werewolves actively sought this power! The 'Wolf Cult' that took root in Gilneas and spread gradually was not my work.

And the Druids of the Order of Benevolence who were proselytizing around the forest, they had begun to attack and crowd out the breadwinner hunters under the dizzy connivance of Genn.

According to my information, most of the new members of the Wolf Worship Cult come from hunters who lost their jobs due to the obstruction of the Rendehui.

That is your problem.

Why do believers abandon the Holy Light and turn to seek the power that can truly protect them? Maybe you should reflect on this, Your Majesty. "

The stinky pirate not only beat back, but also chased after the victory and said:

"Besides, is the werewolf curse a bad thing?

I can't see it.

The mages of Dalaran were too slow to clean up the huge pit, causing the void infection left by Deathwing to spread outward. Alienated creatures appeared in Silverpine Forest and the border of Gilneas, attacking villages and towns everywhere.

You know this for sure.

Then let me ask you, who repelled those cursed flesh and blood that attacked Pyrenwood Village more than ten days ago? Is it a paladin? Is it a mage?

Or those bloodfang werewolves who spontaneously organized to defend their home and country?

There are also Iceaxe trolls and ogres who escaped from the Alterac Valley because of the destruction of the alliance army, and fled into the Silverpine Forest without any life.

Who killed those dangerous alien bandits and cannibals?

You've seen how strong the werewolves are in dealing with danger.

It is no exaggeration to say that some time ago, taking advantage of the civil strife in Gilneas, Lordaeron's war plan to annex part of the territory was forced to stop because of the threat of werewolves?

They too can bring peace if used wisely, and now it's up to Genn Greymane to figure it out. "

"You are lying!"

The Pope scolded:

"I have personally seen those poor people who were captured. They told me the pain of being a werewolf. Compared with the long-term pain that tortured the body and mind, the power of those curses is worthless!"

"Yeah, in addition to pain and power, they also got a long life that they didn't want at all, got the shadow talent that was spurned by others, got a healthy body that can no longer feel the 'beautiful disease', and got no need to worry about it. The super self-healing power that died in the war.

Most importantly, they lost the 'happy life' squeezed by the lords, right?

Is that what you want to say?

Your Majesty. "

Bu Laike folded his arms strangely and said:

"Especially for the serfs under the control of the big merchants of Gilneas, and the hunters who have no reason to be bullied by the Rende Society, they lost all the shackles they once had, and only got a man who can hold his head high and stand tall. Humble chance.

This is really a big loss. "

"quibble."

The Pope was outraged.

The old man's breathing became short of breath, but he was an elder with long wisdom, and he knew that arguing with Braike was pointless.

This young man really thought that the spread of the werewolf curse was a good thing in his heart, and he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

Behind the opposing two, Nasa, the watchman's adjutant, understood the source of the problem.

She said with surprise and amazement:

"You spread the werewolf curse on the Eastern Continent? Are you crazy? Don't you know that the wildness of werewolves is uncontrollable! They will kill all creatures."

"You can't control it!

It's time to turn a page in the old night elf calendar. I'm not talking about you, if I make an uncontrollable monster with my own hands, I'll either destroy it or study it.

No matter how troublesome it is, they can't be sealed and left behind.

This will lead to disaster.

There have never been many people in this world who are both curious and capable of committing suicide. "

Bu Laike diverted the firepower and said to Nasa:

"Fortunately, the excellent spellcaster of our humans, the former Tirisfal demigod, astral mage Medivh, has already researched a potion that can restrain wildness.

Although that's not perfect.

But since it comes from the wild power of nature, it needs a natural ritual to truly soothe the suffering soul.

Therefore, if you really feel heartbroken and empathetic for the werewolf tragedy, you should quickly find the Luna Scythe that you have irresponsibly lost for nearly nine thousand years!

That thing is the source of all disasters and the end of all bad luck. "

"You shouldn't say this to me, you should say it to those druids."

Nasa shrugged and said:

"This is not the domain of our Overwatch. In most cases, the Overwatch is not in charge of healing people."

"But I didn't tell you."

Bu Laike buried this sentence in his heart and didn't say it.

The magic eyeball on his shoulder rolled over to look at Thisalie Crow, who was standing at the window pretending to be a common falcon.

This was said to her.

It was urging her to write a letter and tell the druids that if they want to solve the werewolf problem in the eastern continent, they should quickly find the Luna Scythe.

Evil pirate Bo Laike has been coveting that thing for a long time.

If he had an army of tens of thousands of ferocious werewolves under his command, Gilneas, Kul Tiras, and Dellano could all be flattened.

The atmosphere in the church was a little stagnant for a while, and Laike coughed a few times and changed the subject.

Pointing to Nasa behind him, he introduced to the Pope:

"Your Majesty, we can talk about our little conflict later, and I will introduce you to this venerable watchman, Ms. Nasa who helped Marshal Lothar resist the assassination of evil assassins in the city of Lordaeron that day.

You should have known about her existence in Zack Brightfinger's statement.

And her purpose of coming to Kul Tiras is partly the same as ours. Her companions encountered big trouble in Kul Tiras when they were investigating something related to an abyssal evil.

I think this can support my all-time accusations against the Church of Storms. "

"Thank you for everything you have done for Marshal Lothar, Ms. Nasa."

The Pope looked at Nasa and bowed down to thank him sincerely.

And the always indifferent watcher also returned the pope's etiquette. Obviously, Nasa, who had experienced the battle of Dalaran, also respected this respectable human pope.

It is always easier for a true kind person to gain more friendship.

Nasa didn't waste time either. From a first-person perspective, she recounted to the Pope what happened to the watchmen in Kul Tiras, especially explaining their guesses.

Faol listened carefully.

While turning the rosary in his hand, the expression on his face became serious. After Nasa finished speaking, the Pope thought for a moment, and then asked:

"Madam, you said earlier that when the stormy night raids took place, you were on board the attacked ships and only saw the faces of the attackers.

According to you, those are a group of humanoid creatures alienated by dark forces, much like creations of the void? "

"Well, I'm sure of that."

Nasa emphasized:

"In the past 10,000 years of hunting, we have also dealt with void creatures, and we are well aware of their difficult characteristics. I can tell you with certainty that they are indeed a group of dark believers in void power."

"But you have no evidence to prove that those dark things are related to the Church of Storms."

The Pope looked at Bo Laike and Nasa, and he said:

"Please forgive me for having this doubt. It's not that I don't believe in your judgment, but I must see tangible evidence. Even a war started in the name of justice will endanger the lives of innocent people.

War is war.

There is no good or evil in itself. It is a monster that swallows peace and hope wantonly. It must be restrained in the hearts of good people at all times. That is the last resort to solve the problem.

Because of this, I have to be cautious. "

"Yes, I have no proof of this. In fact, like you, I am waiting for Mr. Bo Laike to show me such proof.

He was full of confidence. "

Nasa was not surprised by the Pope's answer, nor was she angry. She said calmly:

"But there is one thing I want you to realize.

Even if the dark things that attacked us have nothing to do with the Church of Storms, it means that a terrible poison has already been bred in Kul Tiras.

As those of us who have dealt with the void, I can tell you a conclusion based on my past experience.

Those dark things can make such big waves in the sea, which is enough to prove that their organization has taken root in this country. They have built a dark lair on this land, and they are injecting the venom that corrupts the soul into the hearts of your people. in mind.

Like it or not, I agree with Mr. Laike on this matter.

Human civilization faces a war that you will have to fight.

Any appeasement in the face of the Void will lead to irreversible and catastrophic consequences.

Believe me, on an island in the South Sea thousands of years ago, I have seen the nightmare ruins left by the void after the ravages, and such things have happened more than once in past history.

Only this time, the finger of disaster is aimed at you. "

"Well, your suggestion is very pertinent, ma'am."

Mian Xia nodded.

Nasa's warning was by no means groundless, the old Pope was wise enough to discern whether he should adopt it, which also gave the Pope a new understanding of the problems of Kul Tiras.

On the surface, Ocean Kingdom is the best developed and most prosperous country among the seven human nations.

But as long as you can see through the disguise on the outside, you can realize that the problem of Kul Tiras is definitely the most troublesome among the seven human kingdoms. Under the shadow of prosperity, this country is dying.

Dai Lin and his courtiers are literally sitting on the crater to rule this island country.

I don't know if he was aware of these problems, but after thinking about these, the Pope's eyes on Laike changed slightly.

He was the first person to know who Bo Laike really was after his near escape.

In the past, maybe it was just that the war changed this young man, making him hide in the shadows to protect himself, and began to study dark skills.

But now, after coming to Kul Tiras and learning about these murky things for himself, the Pope feels he has come a step closer to understanding Braike.

Perhaps he really wanted to save his country and relatives, so he had no choice but to embark on this path.

He realized that the problems of Kul Tiras could not be covered up by tinkering. Perhaps only by completely overthrowing and starting over can this poisonous country be rejuvenated.

It's like the metaphor Laike once made to the Pope in the church.

It was a cancer growing in the heart of Kul Tiras, and removing it now would leave the nation feeling painfully debilitated, even life-threatening.

But if you don't do it now, and wait for it to continue to grow, then this country is really hopeless.

A country that has been reduced to the point where the prince must be a pirate to grasp the sharp knife and save it justifiably. Alas, Dai Lin, you are not as flawless as the rumors say after all.

But if Bu Laike would know what the Pope was thinking, he might roll on the ground with his hands on his stomach and laugh out loud.

How can an old man who has been chanting scriptures for a lifetime understand the joy of running across the sea?

If you are not a stinky pirate, how do you know the joy of stinky pirates?

(end of this chapter)