"It's too slow, Lothar. I thought you would be stronger as the marshal of the empire. But is it only that level?"

"I am the best warrior in the Storm Kingdom. I don't know if you are the strongest mage. But I am definitely the best magician with swordsmanship I have ever seen. All I can say is that this world is too crazy. I actually lost to a magician in swordsmanship?"

"I once learned all the experiences of a swordsman who lived for 800 years. And there are some inheritances from other worlds. When my magic meets the neck, I will try to practice swordsmanship, so that I can temporarily forget the hindrance of my neck. In a completely different system, I may find a brand new idea. Of course, I feel that my swordsmanship is also good."

"Well, let's not discuss this topic. Let me tell me about the Paladin's idea you proposed. Are you planning to let my soldiers learn the priest's prayers? Or do you let the priests who only know how to pray and learn to pick up weapons? Let's say yes first, I don't like both."

"Actually, I'm not optimistic. So in order to increase the success rate, we'll do a two-pronged approach."

"Well. Well... I don't seem to see your female disciple, Miss Hermione Granger."

Responding to him was Lin Xuan's strange eyes, which made Luo Sa feel uncomfortable all over. He took the initiative to change the topic.

When the first group of soldiers were selected and told that they would be trained by the priest, almost all the soldiers were stunned. But as the most elite and loyal soldiers in the Storm Kingdom, they still perfectly carried out the orders of their superiors.

Being a spellcaster is something that most soldiers from the lower class cannot imagine. So this time the mission is not as resistant as Lothar imagined. Most soldiers participate with anticipation.

But the Holy Light seemed not as easy-going as imagined. After two months of training, none of the soldiers could successfully summon the Holy Light. On the contrary, those priests who received weapon training made new progress.

A priest named Campbell showed amazing talent. Campbell, who had a certain foundation, successfully merged the power of the Holy Light into his battle. He injected the Holy Light into his sword and then swung an incredible sword. A heavy armored warrior who was trained with him was torn apart with thick armor and almost died directly. But then, he used the healing ability of the Holy Light to pull the other party back from the brink of death.

Losa and others witnessed this scene throughout the whole process and were stunned. In everyone's hearts, the holy light was a kind of gentle, even kind-hearted energy. But no one expected that when it was combined with weapons, there would be such a huge improvement.

"How did you do it?" Countless questions eventually gathered into this question.

"The Holy Light is alive. You must communicate with it and become friends."

"The first class of the pastor is all about this. But it's not enough, there's something else missing. How do you fight? We all know that the Holy Light is not lethal."

“Why not?”

"Uh..." Luo Sa was speechless. In his impression, how could the soft appearance of the Holy Light kill people? But the scene in front of him told him that he didn't understand the so-called Holy Light at all.

"When you merge with the Holy Light, you can do anything with it." A condensed holy light appeared in Campbell's hand. Then it was fired out like a fireball. The holy light exploded a big hole in the stone-paved ground. The entire North County Monastery was still.

"Well, the soldiers who use this power to heal me will not explode suddenly."

......

Campbell, an unknown man in the original work. Before Uther, Turayan, Tirioffin, Saidan Dassorhan, Gavin Rad Doom and others appeared, he discovered the true power of the Holy Light. Perhaps in the original work, he was just an unknown man in the Monastery of North County. But now, he will become the first Paladin of Azeroth.

Orc tribe. With Gul'dan's death, the entire orc tribe fell into serious chaos. Orcs, who are simple by nature, obviously will not recognize a new chief at will. The entire orc tribe is in a tense atmosphere.

Black Hand is the chief of the strongest tribe in the tribe. As a heartfelt follower of Gul'dan, he is also a strong competitor for the chief. But the situation is far from simple. There are at least three strong competitors, one of whom transforms into Durotan, who has always made him afraid of.

Durotan's Frost Wolf clan is the only group that has not accepted the transformation of evil energy. Under Durotan's leadership, this group has extraordinary cohesion. Outsiders cannot penetrate the slightest.

Black Hand is not stupid, after all, he is the leader of a clan. Although Durotan's Frost Wolf clan is not as high as a top clan, his real combat power is extraordinary. If he cannot get the recognition of the Frost Wolf clan, even if he barely ascends to the position of the chief, Black Hand will not be at ease.

"Durontan, maybe others don't know, but we have known each other for many years. I know you are a powerful warrior and an excellent chief. So, I think we can reach some cooperation." The black hand met with Durotan and began to try canvassing.

"Tell me, look."

"It is undeniable that my black hand clan is the most powerful clan among all clans. So do you think I am qualified to be the chieftain?"

"According to our orc tradition, there is a great chance. As long as you win all the Mark Gora."

"I never worry about Mark Gora, what I want to know is you, Durotan. Your thoughts, the Frost Wolf clan's thoughts. You must know that your tribe has never accepted transformation. You represent the voice of the past. As long as you support me, your tribe will get the best fiefdom when we destroy those human kingdoms."

"Black Hand, I am the chief of the Frost Wolf clan. But I cannot decide the fate of my tribe at such a moment. But I can give you a guarantee. As long as you can win all the Mark Gora, the Frost Wolf clan will definitely not be your obstacle."

"It's enough to have this. I'll let you see my strength. If you come on stage, I'll show mercy."

The Black Hand left with a satisfactory answer. However, it seemed to have misunderstood Durotan's meaning. Shortly after the Black Hand left, a pretty human figure walked out of the jungle behind it.

"Humans, this is the orc territory, they will smell you." Durotan said without looking back. He didn't seem surprised that the other party appeared here.
Chapter completed!