The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Many things are the same in nature, but as long as they are named with special adjectives, they will be immediately given different meanings. Just like the tax collector sent to the countryside by Saqiya can always complete the task well, and Dema back then Wen's tax collectors risk their lives, but in reality, they are just doing the same thing.

But people tend to care more about the meaning than the essence of the matter.

They thought that killing the tax collector in Dermavin would make their lives better, and they believed that all their sufferings came from the tax collectors with abominations, but what was wrong with the tax collectors? They are just citizens recruited by the mayor to carry out the orders issued by the king, nothing more.

Perhaps the villagers of Fujian hadn't realized that the tax collectors sent by Saqiya were the people who stayed in the Demavin era, because there are too few people who know how to count, and there are fewer honest people than those who can count. After adding ‘Saqiya’s’ in front of their titles, the villagers treated them as beautiful and lovely as the saint of the Dragon Slayer.

They would not believe that the two are actually the same person.

After a while, Tess sighed: "You made my mood very strange, Zelin. I should have been happy because I found a way to avenge the Banshee King. But I can't be happy now... …Don’t get me wrong, I must kill the banshee and let her pay for her life! But, I, I really want to know one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"How did Ms. Frid come back from the dead?"

"The process may be a bit complicated and dangerous." Zelin scratched the back of his head. He didn't expect Tess to ask this question: "I recommend you to ask her, she should be very clear. It just so happens that I will take it with me tonight. How about she going to the banquet you prepared?"

"Of course I welcome it, Zelin. I hope my question will not offend her. I would like to know how long after her death was she reborn?"

This stumped Zelin.

He has no opinion on Rodland's time.

"I don't know the exact time, but... I can be sure that after many, many years, she lay in the grave for a long time." Zelin looked at Tess curiously: "Why are you asking about this?"

"I...no, it's nothing." Tess hesitated, and finally shook her head: "Wait until the evening, let's talk. I need some time to think about it."

The third thousand and third chapters of the return of the saint

With Jean's departure, the dispute in the church finally calmed down.

But Anduin couldn't rest assured. This does not mean the end, but it means another more difficult argument.

He knew very well that General Mellas Turalyon's strength did not come from anger, but his calmness, determination and piety.

"You won." Turalyon said coldly.

There is no trace of anger on the paladin, but Anduin can feel it, that is the side of the Holy Light-derived from the anger of justice.

Paladins will turn the anger against evil into power on the battlefield, destroying any opponent who dares to stop. Turalyon was wearing armor and no sword, but he looked like he was standing in front of a mighty army.

Faor gave Anduin a soothing look.

"You used to be a good person, but now you are blaspheming the Holy Light," Turalyon snapped: "You stole his body and used it to sway the city and use him as a piece of clothing for yourself. Your broken tongue is not just spitting. There is no other use for filthy lies. The undead are unclean! No matter what kind of priest power they gain from the shadow of the light, they are not connected with the light. If the kind and benevolent one I love There is nothing left of the person in your body, you, the evil minion who slaughters the world, come to me, I will completely eliminate him, and let him enter the benevolent death!"

"When I created the Knights of the Silver Hand." Faor replied calmly, "I see a special quality in you. The Holy Light needs a warrior who can use swords and benevolent to fight the tide of darkness. Many people even more. Lean towards the former, they are good and noble warriors, and then convert to the Holy Light for greater power. But you are different, Melras. You are a devout believer, holding the sword when the Holy Light needs it. You It is impossible to deny the judgment made by the Holy Light itself."

With that, the saint went straight to Turalyon.

"Come on, I beg you, summon the light to come."

Turalyon clenched his fists, but did not attack Faor.

"Look for the traces of the Holy Light in my body, Mellas! If you don't find him, then I ask you to destroy me, because I don't want to continue to live as a walking corpse abandoned by the Holy Light."

Anduin held his breath.

Before coming here, Faor had never told him how he would persuade Gene and Turalyon.

Maybe this is correct. The young priest clenched his fists. This will prove that everything he did was right or wrong.

Everything is as the holy light wishes!

Turalyon's weather-beaten cheek was like a hard rock. His eyes were fixed on Faor, as if he had made up his mind. He loosened his clenched fist and raised his right hand. A beam of pure and hot light like the sun appeared in the secret room out of thin air, enveloping him and Faor.

The next moment, cracks appeared in the hard rock.

Seeing something unbelievable, Turalyon widened his eyes, and then his expression softened, gritted his teeth, as if he was enduring something.

Joy rushed through the cracks and filled the paladin's face. Under the bright golden light, tears appeared on his face.

The Paladin of the Silver Hand, the general and archbishop of the Light Legion, knelt on one knee in front of the Forsaken.

"Holy." He gasped, like experiencing an unbearable ordeal, and like a young man who made a mistake, confessing in front of his elders: "Please forgive me, I was blinded by my own arrogance. If I could Keeping your teachings in mind, I should have seen the truth before me long ago."

He bowed his head heavily.

"I forgive you, dear boy." Faor's calm voice rarely trembled. Anduin knew that Faor spent his whole life practicing the way of the Holy Light. He had no wife and children, no family property, and no land and savings. Perhaps he had long regarded the apprentice as his own child, and Tula Yang is the one who makes him most proud.

He put his hand on Turalyon’s head and blessed him: “My blessing belongs to you, just like this moment. May any living beings, dead, and visitors wandering between life and death, will be able to open their eyes and get Wisdom and blessings. My child, you have a deeper understanding of the way of light, which will help you teach the world. Get up, Mellas."

Turalyon stood up awkwardly, and Anduin could hardly imagine seeing this look in a white-haired general.

But for the age they lived in, and for the age when Alonthos Fao was still alive, among them, Turalyon was by no means a young man.

It was a passing era that young people today cannot understand.

"I should apologize to you, Your Highness." Turalyon wiped the tears from his face and turned to Anduin: "If it weren't for you, I would have almost made a big mistake. My mentor and old friends are back, I don't know. How can I express this joy. But I want to tell all the paladins of the Silver Hand about this. The saint, Tirion Fording, my brother and comrades in arms are still alive, he is still in the mantel, directing the reconstruction The Knights of the Silver Hand are working hard to cleanse the wounds of the Plaguelands. He will definitely be pleased with your return."

"I'm glad you think so, Turalyon." Anduin breathed a sigh of relief. "It would be great if Genn could see this scene."

In any case, it seems that they succeeded!

Faor looked at the direction of Genn's disappearance: "Jean will understand. He just can't accept this for the time being. If he was a stubborn and unreasonable person, he would not be the best among the human kings."

He knows Genn better than Anduin, which is why he hopes to persuade Genn and Turalyon.

Anduin couldn't persuade them, but he could do it.

The little prince saw Jia Liya on the side, and the latter was also relieved.

"I think we should leave."

The seventh bell rang in the evening, and only an hour passed, but Anduin felt like he had participated in a big battle, one day and one night in a row.

The princess of Lordaeron nodded joyfully to Anduin.

"I'll tell Zelin."

After that, she turned and walked out of the room, and Anduin followed and left the house. Fao and Turalyon stood together, chatting about the past, and inquiring about the whereabouts and safety of old friends. He has heard some names, but some have not. He left, going to find high-ranking priest Laurina, telling her not to arrange for the deacon to clean the room for now. There should be some time for the old friends who meet again.

Chapter Three thousand and four: The Process of Peace

In the evening, Tess's house was brightly lit.

"It's the first time that so many people have stayed in my house." Tess sank on the sofa and stretched out comfortably: "I hope you will like the dinner today. This is what I ordered from the chef inlaid with gold roses. Originally I was going to do something, but unfortunately, I didn’t have so much time to prepare. You may not know that Gilneas has many famous delicacies. When I was a child in the palace, my mother and queen Mia taught me some crafts, but that’s not the case. It can be done in just an hour."

After leaving the cathedral, Tess immediately ordered Anbo to return to her original post. The agent carried out her order very well-without any instructions, no action is allowed. Even when she saw a creature that seemed to be undead appeared near the Cathedral of Light, she just put her finger on the trigger and waited for any signal from Tess.