Putting aside the "gathering of evildoers" on Hissaly Black Crow's side, the stinking pirate Black had left Gilneas and entered Lordaeron less than half an hour later.

The sky carried him all the way from high above the lackluster night in the East Weald region below. Except for big cities like Andorhal, which were dotted with lights at night, the rest of the place was completely dark.

The smelly pirate flew silently over the military facilities along the way, and it was not difficult for him to find that military camps, large and small, in the Kingdom of Lordaeron were generally lacking in armaments.

Judging from the clues captured by Blake, at least one-third of the soldiers in Lordaeron are not in their own camp. You can tell where they were sent just by thinking about it.

"It seems that old Terenas is determined to make a career in Northrend."

Blake rubbed his chin and thought:

"The Uncrowned's former partner in the Borean Tundra, the Clam Lord K, sent news that the army in Zhiyuan County was gathering, and Lordaeron's cavalry and infantry regiments also appeared in the Grizzly Hills.

Is this a plan to expand the colony?

Or are they planning to sneak attack the Immortal Fleet's stronghold from land? With their speed of action and deployment efficiency, military mobilization of this scale must be decided at least half a year in advance.

In other words, regardless of whether the undead pirates are in the North Sea or not, Lordaeron will open up Northrend after the end of the Orc War. I was just unlucky to encounter this.

whispering sound...

It’s really troublesome.”

The pirate curled his lips, but then revealed a weird smile at the corner of his mouth.

The four forces of Lordaeron, Stromgarde, Gilneas, and Quel'Thalas could never have imagined what they would encounter in Northrend.

They thought they were just going to compete with the undead fleet that dominated the frozen sea...

This simplifies the problem.

But now that all armies have been deployed in various areas of Northrend, even if the kings sense the danger and want to retreat, it is already too late.

With Lothar's war efficiency, they may have already begun preparations to attack Zul'Drak.

Once the Undead War begins in full force on the continent of Northrend, whether the human army that is accidentally involved in it can escape unscathed depends entirely on whether the Holy Light can protect them.

Gee, I’m really disappointed when I think about it.

The stinky pirate gave out a strange laugh and no longer paid attention to the great changes that were about to take place in the North Sea. He patted Qianqiong's burning neck and let the firebird speed up again.

Ten minutes later, the stinky pirate arrived among the mountains in the Stratholme area. He immediately saw the Holy Light's Hope Chapel standing at the foot of the Eagle's Nest Mountains not far below.

This holy place of the Holy Light Church in northern Xinjiang shines brightly in the night. Not only is the quaint church itself lit with fire outside its outline, reflecting the darkness.

There are also buildings around the church that are beating with light.

Even at night, there is still an endless stream of believers visiting the Holy Land. In order to ensure the safety of believers during their pilgrimage, the Holy Light Church even specially built a building on the mountain road leading from the East Weald area to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel.

Several guard towers.

Paladins patrol between the guard towers every day, escorting believers to the Holy Land.

In the valley south of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, there is also a war fortress "Hand of Tyr" built specifically for paladins and priests. It is the headquarters of the Knights of the Silver Hand and is also the paladin training of human civilization.

field.

The most exaggerated thing is that not even Terenas Menethil, the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, has the authority to command the tens of thousands of warriors in the Hand of Tyr Fortress.

Although they are in the land of Lordaeron, they are essentially an armed force of faith formed in the name of the Holy Light and are not restricted by mortal power.

This exaggerated configuration represents that perhaps in other areas of the kingdom, royal power is undoubtedly a symbol of majesty, but in Stratholme, the divine right of faith is the mainstream here.

Previously, Hisari Black Crow once ridiculed that human civilization only has the conflict between kingship and divine power. Miss Black Crow's words are really not groundless nonsense.

In the eyes of the elves, human civilization has really big problems.

Now it is royal power and divine power that maintain the balance.

But once there is an imbalance between the two, there is no need for external enemies to oppress them. Both the faith sect and the ruling sect within the human race will be able to beat the crap out of themselves.

Of course, from the perspective of the stinky pirate, the biggest reason why the king and the church can still maintain harmony at this time is not because the kings are so tolerant, but simply because the leader of the church, Alonsos Fao, is wise enough.

Although the old pope is not involved in politics, he really knows how to find a balance between royal power and faith.

If nothing else, being able to make a powerful being like old Tenaris tolerate the existence of the Knights of the Silver Hand who "does not listen to propaganda" already shows how superb the old Pope's art of serving water is.

"If it weren't for the fact that his whole body was affected by one hair, Alonsos Faol would actually be a very suitable sword wielder for Frostmourne."

As the sky descended from the sky to the ground, Blake, whose blond hair was blown around by the night wind, whispered:

"Although he is not as powerful as Velen, if I were Emperor Denathrius, I would definitely include him as a candidate.

Lothar's resurrection has already caused a huge psychological blow to the human warriors, but if Faol becomes the Lich King, the entire pillar of faith in human civilization will definitely collapse."

"But can you do it? You duplicitous little master."

Xal'atath snorted disdainfully and whispered in Blake's ear:

"Don't think I don't know that the relationship between you and old man Faao is very subtle. You regard him as a confidant, and he is always keenly aware of the deep meaning behind your series of actions.

If I weren't convinced that you are Dai Lin's heir, I would even think that the two of you are more like relatives.

The most important thing is that you always remember old man Faao's selfless protection and help to you when you were at your weakest.

Without the secret support of this kind but pragmatic old man, you would never have become so powerful in just two or three years."

"Yes, I am a grateful person."

Blake pouted and said:

"I even want to sing a song for my dear Faao... Ahem, listen to me and say thank you~ Because you have warmed Black Shaw's four seasons~"

"vomit"

Dark Essence made a vomiting sound effect, and she said:

"I know you have a good personal relationship with old Faao, but you should be prepared to wake up, little master.

After the incident in Bei County is over, no matter what old Faao thinks of you in his heart, on the surface he must adopt an attitude that is irreconcilable with you.

If you don't plan to fight your way to Light's Hope Chapel, be prepared to get beat up.

However, we have other ways..."

Xal'atath sneered and said:

"The mantid empire has begun to multiply in the Gorgrond wilderness of Draenor. Their faith and devotion have allowed the Heart of Darkness to thrive and recover. I now have a lot of power at my disposal.

So, is a spiritual plague going to break out in the heart of the Holy Light camp? Little master, you know that as long as you give an order, I can make this sacred place full of filth.

Come on, come on, I know this will be fun.

You're looking forward to it too, right?

My evil little master."

"No, I'm not looking forward to seeing the ugly state of the Paladins after they've fallen. It's boring."

The pirate snorted, and lightly jumped off the Firebird's saddle as he flew down in a circle in the sky. The moment he landed, he brushed his long golden hair and said to Xal'atath:

"You'd better be calm, my dark little girlfriend, gather your strength and stop causing trouble. When the Gilneas incident is over, we will go to Zandalar.

I heard Old Ghani say that the situation there is already very bad, and the time has come to fish in troubled waters."

"Hey, I'll just believe you for once."

The arrogant elder sister Xalatath snorted, gave her little master a passionate kiss at the soul level, and chuckled maliciously:

"Look, the Paladins are coming! They look very angry. They want to beat you, little master."

"If they dare... No, they don't dare, believe me."

The pirate laughed and stood there with his hands on his hips, allowing a dozen paladins to surround him from all directions. The bad guy even had the time to ogle at the angry female knights in front of him.

However, the expression of Old Fording, who led the team over, was not so good.

"The old knight wants to beat you! I can hear the clenching of his fists from so far away, but I'm not going to help you. I'm leaving here. I'm not interested in Gilneas at all.

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I want to wear my beautiful evening dress and go around Zandalar. If you encounter any trouble, don’t come to me, and don’t disturb the vacation I gave myself. Let’s see you in Zandalar.”

Xal'atath blew a breathy kiss, and then quickly left Black's body. She really ran away, leaving the weak and helpless pirate alone surrounded by a group of paladins.

Gee, what a heartless woman.

"Drop your weapons! Take advantage of us! Black Shaw!"

Old Fording grabbed his war hammer and scolded:

"How dare you, an evil person, set foot on this holy land of holy light!"

"But I don't have a weapon."

Black looked at his empty hands, and his action of raising his hands caused the vigilant and extremely stressed paladins around him to take a step back.

It's as if this hateful guy can shoot out destructive death rays from his fingers or eyes at any time.

Well, don't doubt it, Blake can do it.

"I came to see His Holiness the Pope and confess my sins before him."

The stinky pirate made a very sincere expression. He stroked his heart and said in a melancholy tone that was full of performance, like a castrated male singer, and said:
To be continued...