Duke was mixed with emotion as he watched the kind and noble old man stretch out his skinny hand to him. He had thought of using the seven eternal places Alextasa gave him. The system's scanning results frustrated him.

"After scanning check, there is a 44% chance that the Archbishop has eliminated too many evil forces, and the accumulated dark power destroys his body's further acceptance of the power of the Holy Light. This makes the Archbishop unable to withstand the excessive power of the Holy Light in his body and enters self-destruction."

Duke sighed deeply, stretched out his hand, and gently held Alonsos's hand.

The soft holy light came, which was a kind of comfort like the warm sun in winter.

There is no surging sense of power, nor the majesty of being high above. Some are just the kindness and belief that an old man has devoted his life to.

In the golden holy light, Duke found that his spirit was also in a daze.

The vision became blurred, and the scene in front of me seemed to have traveled through more than two thousand years to come to the newly established Lordaeron.

Countless new human settlements are scattered on this lush Tirisfalin land.

After defeating the evil trolls, humans are taking root in this forest step by step. With the hope of civilization, they absorb nutrients and reproduce on this land.

King Minaishir at that time deeply loved his people because he firmly believed that his efforts would eventually allow these powerful people to feed back to all mankind.

Facing countless wild beasts, the troll remnants who were unwilling to be destroyed, they fought hard...

More than two thousand years later, there was another green frenzy that swept the entire continent, except that the enemy changed from trolls to orcs.

Humans, dwarves, high elves, and even dragon tribes won with everyone's efforts.

But the earth was destroyed for the first time in 2800 years.

Alonsos was very sad because he could not support him in the darkest era since the pioneering era, when the people needed hope the most.

Even with the will from the holy light, Duke could feel Alonsos's sorrow.

The earth is full of vast land and people are displaced.

The woman who lost her husband, carrying a hungry baby, endured the grief brought by the war, and dried the man's work with tears: climbed up 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 wood in the cold winter, picked up the sickle like a man and launched a desperate charge to the orcs who rushed to the village in panic...

Everything Alonsos once witnessed was passed on, and it was presented to Duke so truly.

For the king, the war has ended.

For the people, the war has not ended.

The old peace is extremely short.

A new war will come.

At this moment, Duke truly felt a huge sense of mission of himself and the Azerothians breathing the air of the common future and shouldering a common destiny.

As a time traveler, he has the eyes of a prophet who can make everyone in the world tremble.

But Duke didn't do enough.

It can also be done better.

It is not an easy thing to protect Azeroth, the last human habitat.

Duke can't go back.

Since that's the case, then be prepared to work hard for decades or even hundreds of years until the resurrection of the Creation Titan, destroy the Burning Legion, and complete the ultimate peace.

I am responsible for the entire future of Azeroth, the inheritance of civilization and the continuation of order.

My own efforts to change World War II are just a small step to change Azeroth's future.

This is far from enough. The battles between the Alliance and the Hordes on the Eastern Kingdoms continent, which only accounts for one-fifth of Azeroth, and even wars that spread to the entire world in the future. In front of the space warships of the Burning Legion, they are ridiculous primitive things no matter how you look at them.

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

Alonsus Fao did not have the mind reading technique, and he did not know what Duke saw, discovered, and understood after the transmission of the holy light that inherited his will.

But seeing this alliance, no, the expression on the face of the most talented and versatile young man in human history, Alonsos knew that as a guide, he had already 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 be passed down and the hope of mankind would be ignited again.

Alonsos smiled and patted Duke on the shoulder, making a move that Duke was extremely unexpected.

He was supposed to be extremely weak and suddenly got up from the bed.

Not like a dying person at all.

Only Duke was sad and sad. He knew that Alonsos, a respected elder, let the power of holy light impact every cell, every inch of muscle, and every internal organ in his body.

This is his last glory and the will that Archbishop of Holy Light wants to pass on to the world.

The entire Cathedral of Holy Light suddenly responded to Alonsos's will. No, it is not just this church, from the Tirisfalinland, from the Silver Pine Forest, from the white domes of every church on the mainland,

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

In each side room of the cathedral where Alonsos is located, the sound of the priests' uniform prayers are echoing in every prayer hall. However, the bishops of all sizes, wearing gorgeous robes opened their eyes in shock, because the first response of the holy light came from the originally vague and quiet spiritual world.

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

The priests rushed out of the prayer hall one after another, and they witnessed the door of Archbishop Fao's ward opened.

No one opened the door, and Alonsos hung in the air under the power of the holy light and slowly floated out, and Duke followed him and came to the center of the main hall.

Alonsos stood in the void, as if a god had come to the world.

Every pastor consciously crawled on the ground.

Each Paladin knelt on one knee and stroked the breastplate on his left chest with his right hand.

Even the king of a country bows deeply to show his humility towards the divine power.

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