Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 572: Vision

Duke was filled with mixed feelings as he watched this kind and noble old man extend his bony hand to him. He had thought about using the seven eternal quotas that Alexstrasza had given him. The system's scan results frustrated him.

"After scanning and verification, there is a 98.44% chance that it is because the Archbishop has eliminated too much evil power, and the accumulated dark power has destroyed his body's further acceptance of the power of Holy Light. As a result, the Archbishop cannot withstand the excessive Holy Light power in his body and has entered self-destruction."

Duke sighed deeply, stretched out his hand, and gently shook Alonsus's hand.

A soft holy light came, which was as comfortable as the warm sun in winter.

There is no surging sense of power, nor condescending majesty, but only the benevolent belief to which an old man has devoted his entire life.

In the golden holy light, Duke found himself in a trance.

The vision became blurred, and the scene before my eyes seemed to have traveled through more than two thousand years of time and arrived at the newly established country of Lordaeron.

Countless new human settlements are scattered across the lush Tirisfal Glades.

After defeating the evil trolls, humans are gradually taking root in this forest, bringing with them the hope of civilization, absorbing nutrients from this land, and multiplying and living.

King Menethil loved his people deeply, because he firmly believed that through his efforts, these powerful people would one day give back to all of humanity.

They faced countless beasts and the remnants of the trolls who were unwilling to be destroyed, and fought hard...

More than two thousand years later, another green craze swept across the entire continent, but the enemy changed from trolls to orcs.

Humans, dwarves, high elves, and even dragons all achieved victory through everyone's efforts.

For the first time in 2,800 years, the earth suffered devastating damage.

Alonsus was sad because he could not support his people in the darkest times since the pioneering era, when they needed hope the most.

Even just by the will coming from the holy light, Duke could feel Alonsus's sadness.

The land was desolate and the people were displaced.

The woman who lost her husband carried a crying baby on her back, endured the grief brought by the war, and did men's work with tears in her eyes: climbing onto the roof to help the neighbor's aunt repair the hole in the roof, braved the cold wind to go up the mountain to chop firewood in the winter, and picked up a sickle like a man to launch a desperate charge against the hungry orcs who rushed into the village...

Everything that Alonsus had witnessed was transmitted to him, presented so realistically before Duke's eyes.

For the king, the war was over.

For the people, the war is not over.

The old peace was short-lived.

New wars are coming.

At this moment, Duke truly felt a huge sense of mission that he and the people of Azeroth were breathing the same air of the future and shouldering the same destiny.

Duke is a time traveler, with a prophetic gaze that can make everyone in the world tremble.

But Duke hasn't done enough.

It can be better.

Protecting Azeroth, the last habitat for mankind, is not an easy task.

Duke can't go back.

In this case, be prepared to devote decades or even hundreds of years of effort, wait until the Creator Titan returns and destroys the Burning Legion to achieve ultimate peace.

He shoulders the future of all of Azeroth, the inheritance of civilization, and the continuation of order.

My efforts to change Second War are just a small step towards changing the future of Azeroth.

This is far from enough. The battle between the Alliance and the Horde in the Eastern Kingdoms, a continent that only occupies one-fifth of Azeroth, and even the war that will spread to the entire world in the future, will all be ridiculous primitive things in front of the Burning Legion's space battleships.

"There are still many things I can do, more black technology, more progress, more magical skills. Only in this way can humans, no, the entire alliance, stand at the top of this mysterious universe."

Alonsus Faol did not have the ability to read minds, and he did not know what Duke saw, discovered, and understood after the holy light that inherited his will was transmitted to him.

But seeing the expressions on the faces of this alliance, no, the most talented and versatile young people in human history, Alonsus knew that as a guide, he had opened the door to a vast world for Duke.

He no longer had the chance to see the magnificent scenery at the gate, but he knew that the will of the Holy Light would surely be passed on and the hope of mankind would surely be ignited again.

Alonsus smiled and patted Duke on the shoulder, doing something that took Duke by surprise.

He should have been extremely weak, but he suddenly got up from the bed.

Not at all like a dying man.

Only Duke was dejected, for he knew that Alonsus, the respectable elder, had released the last shackles and allowed the power of holy light to impact every cell, every inch of muscle, and every internal organ in his body.

This was his last glory, and also the final will that the Archbishop of Holy Light wanted to pass on to the world.

The entire Cathedral of Holy Light suddenly responded to Alonsus' will. No, not just this one cathedral, but also the white domes of every cathedral on the continent, from Tirisfal Glades, from Silverpine Forest, all emitting golden light.

Countless golden rays of light crossed the void and came here, converging into an extremely huge column of light with a diameter of more than 100 meters, rising into the sky in the center of Lordaeron City.

In every side room and every prayer hall of the cathedral where Alonsus was, the priests' uniform prayers echoed. But the bishops of all sizes, wearing gorgeous robes, opened their eyes in astonishment, because for the first time, the response of the Holy Light came from the originally ethereal and silent spiritual world.

The great bell in the temple sensed the strong holy light echoing in the air and rang suddenly!

The priests rushed out of the prayer hall and witnessed the door of Archbishop Faol's ward burst open.

No one opened the door, and Alonsus slowly floated out, suspended in the air by the power of holy light, and Duke followed behind him to the center of the main hall.

Alonsus stood in the void, like a god descended to earth.

Every pastor prostrated himself on the ground consciously.

Each paladin knelt on one knee, with his right hand caressing the breastplate on his left chest.

Even the king of a country bowed deeply to show his humility before the divine power.

Alonsus smiled and said, "Someone once asked me why I didn't appoint the next Archbishop of Holy Light. At this last moment, I will answer this question for everyone."

Several bishops who had once attempted to fight for power suddenly shuddered and unconsciously pressed their foreheads closer to the cold ground.

"I once said, 'I hope that one day I can spread the way of Holy Light to the common people and teach them the meaning of the three virtues.' I have spent my entire life working towards this goal, and have never deviated from the will of Holy Light. Therefore, I am the archbishop recognized by you."

"I have always believed that secular power should not be the ruler of Holy Light. If I personally designate a successor, then the Church of Holy Light will one day be filled with interests, and will gradually decay and be destroyed. Since I am destined to return to the embrace of Holy Light, let Holy Light choose the true messenger of light."

Alonsus slowly stretched out his right index finger and pointed it into the air. The ethereal and holy voice sounded again.

"Are there any of you who are willing to dedicate every moment of your life to the Holy Light and swear with your soul in front of the Holy Light that you must help the weak, rescue the sick, punish cruelty, uphold justice, and spread the three virtues throughout your life?" After a pause, Alonsus continued, "Those who are willing, please step out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the divine light on his body doubled in intensity.

In normal vision, this light is more dazzling than the sun. However, no one present felt that the holy light was dazzling. Although it was extremely dazzling, everyone could clearly see every detail of Alonsus' body.

There was a regional bishop of the Holy Light Church who had been striving for the position of archbishop. He wanted to stand up and move out of the line. However, he was horrified to feel the resistance from the Holy Light.

It is a kind of disgust and resistance to impurities.

It was like an evil creature trying to come and befriend a sacred creature but being rejected coldly, ruthlessly.

It's not that he didn't try to get in, but he was immediately counterattacked by the holy light. A golden holy light suddenly rose from his body, and the holy light was like a flame wrapped around him. As long as he moved a little, he would immediately feel a heart-wrenching burning pain.

He was sweating profusely and crawling on the ground trembling with fear, not daring to move anymore.

Alonsus looked at the regional bishop from Dallon County with pity, and then looked away.

The will of the Holy Light is very clear - anyone who attempts to ascend to the position of Archbishop of the Holy Light for selfish desires will be punished most severely.

Alonsus shook his head slightly and said slowly: "The position of archbishop does not represent power or glory. On the contrary, it is a sacred duty. This means that the person who ascends to this position must shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving all the miserable and suffering people in the world from despair."

"The Archbishop is not a savior! He cannot save every kind soul exposed to the butcher knife of the brutal enemy. But the Archbishop represents the ultimate beauty and goodness in the world, and represents the last hope for every person in despair."

"Why should a mere mortal recite the Archbishop's name in a desperate prayer?"

"It's all because of your selfless sacrifice and dedication!"

"It's all because of all the efforts you've made for the people of the world!"

"You have used your life and soul to set a benchmark for kindness in the world! You have brought hope to billions of lives!"

At this point, Alonsus' voice slowed down:

"The Holy Light will reject all impure ones. Please step down if you have selfish desires. I will ask you one last time. Whoever wishes to inherit the will of the Holy Light and make their name truly sacred... please step out!"

A bishop stepped down, overwhelmed with shame, he prostrated himself on the ground, moved his legs, and slowly left the hall.

The two bishops withdrew.

The five bishops withdrew.

Of the bishops of the seven kingdoms, five had retreated, except for Faol, who was also the bishop of Lordaeron, leaving only Benedictus, the bishop of Stormwind Kingdom.

However, Benedictus neither advanced nor retreated, but knelt calmly on the ground, allowing his face to be bathed in the waves of divine light that were constantly rising and falling in the main temple.

He is waiting for the birth of a new archbishop.

Alonso's demands were too high.

As a human being, you will have selfish desires!

As a human being, you will experience birth, aging, sickness and death!

Everyone has things they want to do.

Are there really such perfect saints without any selfish thoughts?

Speaking of which, if someone is so pious, is he still a human being?

Just then, someone moved.

He was actually Alonsus' most beloved and valued disciple - Uther the Lightbringer.

Uther's steady voice sounded: "I believe I can do all of the above. If you don't mind that I'm a paladin, I am willing to accept the inheritance of the will of the Holy Light."

There was a low commotion around them, but it quickly died down.

Alonsus spoke up: "The way of Holy Light knows no nationality or race. Holy Light is the ultimate wish of all creatures and peoples for a better future. If you, Uther, are willing to dedicate your life and soul to Holy Light for the sake of all peoples, then please stand before me."

Without any hesitation, Uther walked up to the suspended Alonsus, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head, which he had never even lowered for the king.

"I, Uther the Lightbringer, swear in front of the Holy Light that I am willing to abide by the three virtues and use my life's efforts to spread the Holy Light to the world, spread hope, punish evil, and promote justice!"

The clear and sonorous voice echoed throughout the Cathedral of Holy Light.

Although it was a bit strange to have a paladin serve as the next Archbishop of Holy Light, the priests quickly accepted it.

right!

Only those who are truly selfless are qualified to step onto that sacred high position and become sacred in the hearts of the people!

Alonsus smiled and lowered himself, patting the shoulder of his most devout disciple, tears of relief streaming down his face. He looked up to the sky and shouted, "Praise the Holy Light!"

Suddenly, a ball of illusory golden holy light descended on Uther's head, forming a golden crown that resembled a wreath.

This is clearly the Holy Light's recognition of Uther.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

After being stunned for three full seconds, countless priests knelt on the ground, straightened their backs, and raised their hands to the sky.

"Praise the Holy Light—"

"Praise Saint-Uther!"

The next moment, everyone's voices stopped abruptly.

That's right!

At the moment the inheritance was completed, the name of Alonsus Faol became history.

The name of Uther the Lightbringer became the new holy.

Holding his mentor's fallen body, Uther burst into tears.

On this day, starting from the city of Lordaeron, the bells of the Cathedral of Light in every royal city and the small churches in every village and town rang.

Countless believers knelt on the ground and cried, filled with grief.

In this way, everyone commemorates the passing of a true saint.

Standing on the terrace of the State Guesthouse, Duke looked at the Cathedral of Holy Light from afar and suddenly whispered, "Let's go! It's time to leave."