nashuaworldcup Chapter 129 What are you here for?
Chapter 129 What are you here for?
Marcus and Tyrannosaurus had their arms around each other's shoulders, completely ignoring the bewildered expressions on General Barry and Atal'Arek's faces...
"You guys are busy, let's chat... It's okay, don't bother me..."
"General, is this an envoy from Stormwind? Have you met him before?"
Before Barry could answer, Marcus leaned out and replied, "Yes, we've met. I told him to talk to the Queen, but he wouldn't listen and insisted on doing this. I told him to coordinate with his colleagues in the Argent Dawn, but he wouldn't listen either. I told him to get Dathrohan to withdraw from Stratholme, but nobody listened."
Marcus shook his head to himself. "These followers of the Holy Light always have their own ideas. How can the Holy Light redeem these sinful souls... how can it dispel the darkness?"
Tyran's smiling face turned cold. This general from Stormwind had a connection with his father. In his youth, he was a soldier under Turalyon, and through hard work and battles, he became one of the Alliance commanders.
For some reason, he wandered alone in the Eastern Kingdom.
Some time ago, this carefree Holy Knight graced Hearthglen with his presence.
The Grand Inquisitor was overjoyed, secretly believing that the Alliance was about to form an alliance with the Scarlet Crusade... But to his surprise, Lord Marcus made a startling statement, suggesting that the Scarlet Crusade and Undercity make contact and coexist peacefully.
How can this be.
Or is this the will of the Holy Light?
After being berated by the Chief Prosecutor and the Blood Generals, and nearly coming to blows... Marcus walked away on his own, carrying the package to the person he wanted to see.
However, Tyran didn't know where General Barry had met him.
It seems that General Barley knows the Stormwind general better than Tyran himself.
The inner workings of Kul Tiras are unknown to outsiders, but the Kul Tiras fleet is a very important naval force of the Alliance, and Kul Tiras has always been one of the backbone forces of the human Alliance.
The connection between Stormwind and Kul Tiras is strong...
However, Kul Tiras, isolated overseas, always has its own ideas and inexplicably harbors hostility towards races other than humans... Outsiders are unaware of what is happening on Kul Tiras Island.
Jaina Prodomooth was a legendary ice mage whose teacher was Anton Danis of Dalaran... She was once a member of the same lineage as Kel'Thuzad.
This woman's father was once Admiral Daelin Prodormor of the Alliance of Lordaeron, and he was loyal to the Alliance, primarily the old Alliance. However, he was also willing to help his friend Ser Anduin Lothar...
During the war, the elderly father suffered the pain of losing his son. He harbored a deep hatred for the orcs...
His daughter Jaina, however, turned against her father for Thrall's sake, even going so far as to kill the mad admiral, plunging Kul Tiras into chaos.
It has been out of the sight of mainland humans for a long time...
The ancient Alliance of Lordaeron is history; the new Alliance of Stormwind has inherited its leadership and raised the banner for Azeroth...
Of course, tribes compete fairly for survival and development...
Past conflicts and future grudges will only exacerbate hatred between the two sides... So-called friends may become enemies, and so-called enemies may not necessarily be unfriends.
Harmony among all people brings wealth...
"Shut up, you blasphemer of the Holy Light!"
Faced with Marcus's lobbying, all the leaders of the Scarlet Crusade were enraged...
The Grand Prosecutor even shouted: "The Archbishop said you are the future messenger of light, yet you are so unable to distinguish between good and evil, bringing shame to the Holy Light. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"shame?"
Marcus sneered: "In the name of the Holy Light, you wantonly slaughter, harm your own people, and poison other living beings. Is this the teaching the Holy Light gave you? In my opinion, you are not even as good as demons, lambs who have been fooled!"
His face gradually turned serious, and his eyes, filled with a radiant light, pierced through the chief prosecutor's body...
“I think you are the blasphemers...you have forgotten the true meaning of the Holy Light.”
"However, the Holy Light will not abandon anyone; I can still give you a chance..."
After a brief moment of seriousness, Marcus left...
Crusader leaders, including General Abidis of the Scarlet Crusade, could not understand Marcus's ideas; only General Barley felt fear and anxiety.
......
Tyrande had a strong liking for Marcus, seeing a reflection of his father in him. However, the higher-ups within the Crusade disliked Marcus...
He could only suppress his enthusiasm...
After all, he was destined to become the leader of the Crusaders, to vindicate his father, and to be the Scarlet Highlord who would spread the Holy Light...
"Tell me, what are you here for?"
After a while, several more of their own men had died in battle. The black cat impatiently asked Marcus! It felt that this guy who had suddenly appeared was neither a savior nor an enemy.
But it had absolutely no effect...
Is this human brainless and unable to see the situation clearly?
still...
"Marcus? That name sounds familiar. I feel like I've seen him in some book before..."
The black cat was dissatisfied... and confused.
This arcane magic specialist from the Violet Eye was surprised to recall a novel—a truly heart-wrenching novel. The protagonist of that classic novel was Sir Marcus…
"This thing really looks like it!"
Although it's rumored to be a satirical romance novel deliberately fabricated by goblins and shady merchants... it's a bestseller in Booty Bay, Stranglethorn Vale... and Marcus himself really does look exactly like the legend...
That aura seemed to have captivated even the righteous and powerful young blood-red high lord, Tyrande and Fordring...
Sapphire-like eyes...
Her hair was fiery red or golden...?
A broad chest.
Strong arms...
Those sparkly earrings, it really is him!
The black cat was just like Marcus; even in this situation, its mind was wandering far away.
Perhaps the strong are simply unafraid of death...
Or perhaps they are simply fearless and emboldened...
Only the terrifying world of Archmage Atal'ik has been formed... Even the Dalaran scribe, embracing the black cat, remains calm; he seems born for the cat, his duty being to protect the magical feline...
.......
"Invar, did you really find the enemy leader? Or were those 11 knights all enemy chieftains?"
General Barry lost his patience.
He roared, and the assassin hidden in the shadows responded:
"General, I smell a familiar scent; he must be inside..."
"Hmph, Invar, what time is it now? That escaped guy is irrelevant!"
"No, General, I will definitely complete my mission..."
.......
The assassin's resolve enraged General Barry, who cursed, "Foolish mortals! Elves too. High Elves? Hah..."
He turned his head randomly and realized that he had almost no men left.
He yelled at Marcus, "If you're here to laugh at me, then I'm sorry, I won't be polite."
"Hey, Marshal! Don't! We're on the same side. I'm also a member of the Scarlet Crusade. Look at my badge, it's the insignia of a Grand Crusader warrior... Look, there are quite a few here... How about I give you one too... more for less!"
Marcus relentlessly mocked Barley.
It seems his presence here was solely to mock General Barry's foolish decision...
......
"Alright. That's enough playing. Let me go negotiate with the enemy!"
Marcus's smile faded after his joke.
He drew his sword and kissed it before him. He stepped forward, chanting, "In the name of the Holy Light...purify."
A flash of light appeared, and Knight Marcus plunged the sword he had kissed into the ground, a golden halo spreading outwards.
The human knight wasn't harmed at all; instead, she felt a warm sensation, as if it were some kind of healing magic...
However, when the aura expanded to the zombies and skeleton minions rushing towards the undead army, these fearless creatures let out a mournful cry, collapsed to the ground, and instantly turned to ashes...
"This is?"
"Dedication!"
"The Hand of Holy Light?"
Everyone was puzzled, wondering what this amazing skill was. It was somewhat similar to the Paladin's exclusive skill, the Consecration spell, which burned the enemy and healed the user.
Such power instantly purified all enemies within a fifty-meter radius in front of it.
The minions commanded by the Death Knight vanished instantly, leaving only the stronger skeleton cavalry to hold the line...
“True holy light will purify evil…” Marcus said coolly.
Tyran and Fording were utterly shocked.
General Barry gave a soft snort...
The archmage and the others, however, saw him as a savior, and even the cat showed an admiring expression... its eyelashes blinking incessantly, its gaze fixed on the human paladin...
"Knight Marcus..."