Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 223 42. People of the Holy Light, it's time to launch a wave of crusades against the heretics! -Thank you brothers for monthly support

"Do you know what crazy things you're talking about!"

On the slopes of Tirisfal Glades, after hearing the "reward" demanded by Laike, Pope Faol almost spit out old blood.

This legendary priest who always appeared in the image of a good old man wanted to pick up the silver hand warhammer at this moment and beat the arrogant stinky pirate to death with one hammer.

He raised his voice several degrees, and yelled at Bo Laike:

"You want me to use the pure faith of the Holy Light to start a religious war for you? Are you talking nonsense because you were shocked by that dark thing just now?

I can pretend you didn't say this!

Little Drake!

This is no joke.

Your words are enough to make you the enemy of all Holy Light believers! "

"Oh, don't shout."

The pirate covered his ears and took two steps back. After the old man was furious, he said to Pope Fao rationally:

"I am not mad, my lord.

I'm actually very, very sober right now. I ask you to use the power of the Church of the Holy Light to suppress the tide belief that excludes the Church of Storms, not out of personal grievances.

Take a closer look at the holy emblem of the storm. "

Bo Laike spread his arms and said to Faol emphatically:

"Before this long journey, what you saw on the holy emblem may just be a remonstrance to respect the tide.

But after I reveal the dark mysteries beneath Tirisfal for you, I believe you will be able to see more details that were previously overlooked from this holy symbol.

Those details that are extremely important to the truth.

The reason why I didn't make this request in advance is because I know that no matter what I say, a benevolent person like you will not agree to my request before you see the dark power I have rendered with your own eyes.

But now.

Not necessarily. "

Bu Laike's words made the Pope stunned for a moment.

He lowered his head, and began to look at the holy symbol of the storm in his hand again.

The holy emblem of the Church of the Storms is as round as a coin, with exquisite reliefs. In a storm, the figurative power extending from the deep sea holds a boat and sails through the waves.

The tide sages, who symbolize the Church of the Storm, master the power of the sea, can save every voyage from danger, and make every warship feel like walking on the ground.

There is nothing wrong with looking carefully.

"Turn it around, my lord."

The pirate reminded softly.

Faol turned the holy emblem around, and his eyes widened in the next moment.

After the holy emblem pattern was turned around, the majestic picture of riding the wind and waves suddenly changed.

In the abstract view, the concrete power of the sea extending from the deep sea is like tentacles, wrapping a ship like a greedy sea monster, dragging it out of the holy emblem in the shadows.

Especially the shape of the tentacles.

The small spikes dotted on it reminded Faol of the limbs of the powerful and dark Krasis, the general of the abyss, that he had just faced in the catacombs.

It can't be said that they are exactly the same, it can only be said that they are exactly the same.

"this"

A crisis suddenly arose in the pope's heart.

Indeed, as Bu Laike said, before seeing that powerful abyss creation with his own eyes, even if His Majesty Faol happened to see this inverted holy emblem, he would definitely not associate it with a monster.

But after witnessing that crazy thing that he will never forget in his lifetime, no matter how Faol convinced himself that it was just a coincidence, he believed in what the pirates said in his heart.

"Are you implying to me that the Church of the Storm is connected to the Abyss Void?"

The Pope played with the pagan holy emblem in his hand, twisted his beard, and said softly:

"This is not something that a Kul Tiran would do. As far as I know, in that ocean kingdom, there are more people who believe in the Church of the Storm than believe in the Holy Light.

Even though your Proudmoore family has never publicly expressed their beliefs, your father, Dailin, still wears the holy emblem pendant of the Church of the Storm in many public occasions. "

"That's why I'm a pirate, my lord."

Boo Laike shrugged, pushed his pirate hat back, and said to Faol:

"I came back from the dead knowing that being a navy was not going to save the country, it was dying without even knowing it.

The power that the tidesages believe in casts a shadow on the sky and sea of ​​Kul Tiras, and everyone, including Daelin, has been captured by the shadow.

They also feel that they are not marionettes.

What a joke!

But my old man is quite powerful, he is a legendary warrior with iron will, even if the masters of the tide sages show up in person, they may not be able to defeat him.

But his firmness does not mean that all the people around him are firm.

Those all-pervasive darkness can always find the weakest place of the fighters, and then stab it fiercely, and then admire those fearless men full of malice and cry bitterly.

Finally, use their pain to pull them into the darkness. "

Bu Laike took down the very evil skull flagon from his waist, unscrewed the lid, and poured a mouthful of fine wine into his mouth. He wiped his mouth and said to Pope Faol who was looking at him:

"Let me tell you a little secret, Your Majesty.

You know, in Khaz Modan, the naval battle where I died, the ship I was on was manned by tidesages.

They can reverse the ocean current, change the sea wind, and detect the danger in advance before the orc red dragon attacks, and save us from danger.

But probably just my bad luck.

The tidesages, who have always been reliable, turned out to be blind and deaf that day.

They call to the sea.

But the sea did not respond for a long time.

My lord, I crawled back from hell and thwarted their plots, but they will not give up. Maybe next time it will be my brother, next time it will be my sister.

Next time, it might be my old father's turn.

As long as Dailin is dead, Kul Tiras will completely fall into their hands, becoming the first human kingdom to be taken over by the void. "

Bou Laike gently plucked at the pope's heartstrings in a threatening tone, saying:

"Those bastards hiding in the abyss have already waged war against us, but you, Your Majesty, are still fantasizing about peace!"

"Your disciple Natalie, me, Derek Proudmoore, and the devastated Dailin who was almost hit by pain are all their targets.

are their chosen victims.

And the dark monster hiding under Tirisfal that we just killed!

For the invasion of the void forces, you can't choose to be hypocritical or passive, you must give a sufficient, positive, and strong response. Otherwise, what awaits you next time is a spiritual plague that breaks out in your heart.

I invite you to start a religious war.

Not because I love war.

Not because I like watching the world burn.

It's that if you don't fight back now, by the time they hit the burst, you won't have the strength to fight back. "

"This evidence is not enough."

The Pope shook his head, looked at the holy emblem in his hand, and said:

"The Church of the Storm has a lot of believers on the sea, not just the Kul Tirans, that is a giant. With the size of the Church of the Holy Light, there will be no winners.

Both sides will only suffer losses.

Even die together. "

"There is no need to confront directly, Your Majesty."

Bu Laike's eyes lit up, he straightened up, and said to the Pope:

"Outside of Kul Tiras, I will deal with the believers of the Church of Storms on the sea. All you and your church have to do is to compete with the Church of Storms for faith in the border of Kul Tiras.

There are only so many people in Kul Tiras.

The more people who believed in the Holy Light, the fewer people would be captured by the forces of the void.

Best of all, I've prepared a perfect entry point for you.

After half a year at the most, the rulers of Kul Tiras in the Drustvar region, House Vik Reiss, will start with their patriarch Arthur Vic Reiss and mistress Meredith Vic Reiss.

The oldest family on the land of Kul Tiras will return to the faith of the Holy Light.

I hope that this ceremony can be presided over by you personally, and it is best to take this opportunity to launch a holy light pilgrimage on the land of Kul Tiras.

Not everyone in Kul Tiras knows how to go to sea.

For those living inland, the gentler teachings of the Light are clearly more attractive.

If it goes well, I will also arrange an 'accident' to let those disgusting guys show their true colors.

And then, you'll know.

This war of faith that you waged is just.

And it is absolutely necessary. "

"Half a year?"

Pope Fao twirled the rosary, nodded slightly, and said:

"This period of time is indeed enough for me to make preparations, but if you can get some more tangible evidence, maybe it will make me make up my mind faster.

It would also be easier to persuade other archbishops with evidence rather than fanaticism of faith.

And have you ever thought of one thing, Drake Jr.

The fleet of Kul Tiras is rampant across the sea, and a large part of the reason is because of the help of the tidesages. If you destroy the Church of the Storm, your country will also."

"I don't worry about that at all, Your Majesty."

The pirate waved his hand.

He said casually:

"If the people of Kul Tiras would be defeated by the sea without the tidesage, it means that they still lack something. Getting rid of that cancer won't have any impact on my country.

I firmly believe in this!

Moreover, it's time for the game on this sea to become more fair. Dai Lin can't be allowed to play the 'easy mode' all the time.

The man who sits on the throne is always lonely.

Known as the 'King of the Sea', his loneliness must be as big as the sea.

Then, as his eldest son, I always have to be responsible for my old man, find some 'fun' from time to time, and maintain his fighting spirit. "

"That's it, Your Majesty."

The pirate made a farewell ceremony to Pope Fao, saying:

"I will stay in the northern border for a few days, and then go to the Burning Plains. After admiring the defeat of the tribe there, I will immediately go to the Twilight Forest to bring your disciple back to the light.

I will do what I promise.

You too, do what you promise. "

——

Through the portal left by the old lich, Bo Laike and the pope returned to the city of Lordaeron.

The Pope was preoccupied and had to rush back to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel with the holy relics, so he didn't stay long.

Bu Laike bought some drinks in an old bar that Dai Lin occasionally cared about, and after filling up his supplies, he came to Ravenholdt's intelligence point in the city.

"Send me a letter."

Bu Laike told the Ravenholdt agent in the intelligence point:

"Send it to Mathias Shaw, and say that I will meet him in Khaz Modan in a few days, and prepare him for his old friend."

"Yes, Lord Bo Laike."

The intelligence agent here is an old man, with quick movements, he looks like a high-level assassin.

But after Laike delivered the letter, the old man gave him another strange message:

"Your Excellency, the 'Master Assassin Trial' you submitted to the organization has been accepted. It is said that Ms. Passonia Shaw will personally preside over your trial, right on the frontline battlefield."

The intelligence agent said to Bo Laike with a strange expression:

"In addition, Ms. Shaw has sent a special message to the intelligence points in Lordaeron and Dalaran. Let us tell you something."

"Say."

Bu Laike was playing with the jug in his hand, looking at the decoration of this intelligence point disguised as a clothing store, and he planned to buy himself a few more clothes for different occasions.

The old intelligence agent behind him coughed lightly, and relayed Granny Xiao's words to him.

The content is very simple, just one sentence:

"High-ranking assassin Bu Laike Xiao, I already know about you and that bastard Garona. It's a pity that you lost the friendship of the Shaw family."

"Ok?"

The pirate who was picking out the strips paused, then he shrugged and said while choosing:

"It sounds like the old man is very angry, which is not good for health."

"This, this, and this, I want it all. Make me some hunting suits and dresses, try to hurry up, I need them in a while."

PS:

Thank you brothers for your monthly pass support on the last day of this month. This is a thank you to everyone.

Adding a new chapter is a bit difficult, but there is really no way to add more. Yesterday the two brothers rewarded the leader, and the number of new chapters to be added next month has skyrocketed to 35 chapters.

I am really hurt and happy.

There are really not as many manuscripts saved as everyone imagined, mainly because my daughter-in-law is due to give birth in October, and then it will be a busy time, and I will be updating two books at the same time, so it is basically difficult to save manuscripts.

And for a while after the child was born, let alone adding updates, I was probably under a lot of pressure to maintain normal updates at that time, so I could only do my best to maintain it.

Therefore, I hope brothers understand.

Next month's plus is on the 21st, and it must be delivered on time!

(end of this chapter)