Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Revived"

A war horse running for tens of kilometers under the control of a knight, stopped at the gate of Dunhold Castle. A human priest wearing a white priest's robe, with short blond hair, and holding a volume of God's Bible text from the war horse Jumped down.

When he saw him, the anxious look on the face of the captain of the gated soldier eased, and he hurried forward to meet the priest.

"Mr. Turalyon, you are finally here!"

The priest reached out and took the water from the captain. After a sip, he whispered and asked:

"How is the patient?"

"It's very difficult, Pastor, you will know if you come with me!"

The captain of the soldier walked quickly into the castle with the priest. The priest noticed that the soldiers along the way were in a hurry, and with fear, it seemed that there was something terrible in the castle.

"Snapped"

A temporary martial law barracks gate was pushed open, and the priest walked into the barracks. He saw more than 30 beds in front of him were already filled with various patients, and there were many people who were wearing priest robes like him. Most people are in good health, but their mental state is very bad, and there is a strange smell in the barracks.

This situation often means a particularly bad disaster.

"A plague happened here?"

Pastor Turalyon turned to look at the captain of the soldier, who shook his head quickly:

"No! It's not a plague, please follow me! It's hard to explain."

Passing through the barracks, the priest walked into a special room. As a result, he saw a middle-aged man wearing armor. From the rank of the man’s armor, Turalyon immediately recognized that this was a general, There is only one general in Dunhold Castle.

"Hello! General Blackmore!"

Pastor Turalyon leaned slightly toward the general and saluted the general, and when he saw Turalyon, a glimmer of joy suddenly appeared on his hazy face, even disregarding the etiquette of the nobleman, he reached out and grabbed the picture Rajan's arm.

"You are finally here, Pastor Turalyon! I have been waiting for you all day!"

It’s no wonder that Black Moore is so enthusiastic. In front of him, this Turalyan priest has a good reputation in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He is a disciple under the crown of the Holy Light Bishop. He has a very high degree of divine exorcism and healing spells. Entering the court, representing his mentor for the treatment of His Majesty King Terenas of Lordaeron, a well-known good person in the aristocracy,

In the minds of civilians, the image of this pastor is almost similar to that of the Light Messenger.

It is worth mentioning that Pastor Turalyon also has a market in the circle of noble ladies. He is handsome, very manly, and is a true example.

This time, he was specially invited by General Blackmore to treat an important officer under his command.

General Blackmore brought Turalyon into the closed room, where a haggard young priest was treating Lieutenant Drak, Turalyon stepped forward and looked at the lieutenant lying on the bed, only After a glance, the priest's eyes widened.

"This is... frostbite! Such a serious, such a wide range of frostbite?"

Turalyon reached out and touched Lieutenant Drucker's elaborate upper body. The cold temperature even made him feel like he was touching a piece of ice. He looked back at the general in a strange way and asked in a low voice:

"In the current weather, Lieutenant's injury is almost impossible. Was he just lifted from the cold wind cave in Alterac Valley?"

"Not really!"

Major Blackmore reached out and shielded the left and right guards, leaving only Turalyon and the young priest. He sat on the chair and explained:

"Lieutenant Drake entered the nearby forest yesterday to perform a reconnaissance mission. We suspect that there are orcs or warlocks hiding in the forest. I sent more than 100 soldiers into the forest, but I only returned less than 60. According to the soldiers Said, there are only 2 enemies!"

The major general clenched his fists, a flash of anger flashed across his face:

"I didn't believe this nonsense at first! Two enemies defeated 50 soldiers. Are they two saints? Or two archmages? I even reprimanded the scouts who fled back, but until Scarlock When the captain’s body and the seriously wounded Lieutenant Drucker were discovered, I believed this rumor. As for the rest, let Chaplain Chapel explain it."

After the major general finished speaking, the young priest reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead, staying with General Blackmore, and seemed to put him under great pressure. The young priest explained to his predecessor:

"Teacher, I suggest that the general invite you to come."

Pastor Chaldean is a disciple of Pastor Turalyon. We have said this before. In the face of the mentor's inquiry, Pastor Chaldean answered in great detail:

"When the lieutenant was lifted back, it was not only covered with frostbite, his body temperature was extremely low, but also the blood in his body was at least half less for strange reasons!"

Chaldean Chaplain rubbed his forehead and said, "I treated the lieutenant most of the night with the Holy Light spell to maintain his missing blood to a point where it would not affect life, but these frostbite... Mentor, I can do nothing. "

"This is not to blame you, this is the first time I have encountered this situation."

In the past 30 years, Pastor Turalyon reached out and patted the disciple's shoulder. A warm, beige light swelled in his palm. He checked on the lieutenant's body:

"Have you ever used purification? Chaldean."

"Used! But no effect, this is not a plague, nor magic... It seems to be a combination of the two, not very contagious."

Chaplain Chaldean pointed to the wounded outside the door and said to his mentor:

"The soldiers outside were infected with ordinary frostbite and cold, and they all contacted the lieutenant. I suspect that the lieutenant may be the source of infection."

"I see."

Pastor Turalyon, by virtue of his Holy Light spell several levels higher than his disciples, he quickly determined the cause of the lieutenant's illness. He turned back to the ugly major general:

"The lieutenant should have been attacked by a special kind of magic. Although it looks serious, I have to say that it is not fatal, but it will bring extreme pain to the subject... prepare a small exorcism ritual , I will use the scorching heat of the Holy Light to get rid of this special frost epidemic!"

"Chaldeans, you are my assistant!"

After more than ten minutes, the materials needed for the exorcism ritual are ready. This ritual is not mysterious. At least it is not as great as the light of the superstition soldiers imagined. Pastor Di held the thick holy water infiltrated by the Holy Light with both hands. Pastor Turalyon used a white laurel branch, contaminated with holy water, and cooperated with the Holy Light spell to expel the weakened epidemic for the soldiers.

Although the process is not mysterious, it works very well. It only took ten minutes for the soldiers to recover. For Lieutenant Drak, the source of the plague, the steps of exorcism are naturally much more complicated.

But this is confidential...Onlookers are only the highest-ranking major generals.

After an hour of tossing, the lieutenant finally opened his eyes, and at this time, a whole piece of flesh on his shoulder had been removed with a scalpel, which was also part of the ceremony.

"Cough... General!"

The lieutenant saw Major Blackmore, and he called out hard, his face full of despair and pain: "We, we failed, captain... the captain died, died in front of me... God! I even ...I can’t even stop him! That demon!"

"Enough! Drake!"

Blackmore shouted: "Pastor Turalyon and I rescued you, not just to make you confess! Now, tell me, who is the one who attacked you!"

"It's two people! A human, an elf. They are all wearing black armor and black cloaks. That human can manipulate dead bodies!"

Lieutenant Drake said hardly:

"He is like a warlock we met and will release magic, but he is not the most dangerous. Our sword can pierce his body. Although he can still move after piercing, as long as there are enough swords, then The most dangerous... the elf!

"Elf?"

When Major Blackmore heard the word, his eyes narrowed:

"What kind of elves?"

"Just like...just like the elves who were stationed in the hilly prisoner of war camp six months ago! He used bows, swords, and magic... he just moved his fingers, and my blood was wounded. I pulled it out, he patted it on my shoulder before he left...it was cold, it felt like he threw me into the ice...he was a cruel demon... By the way! By the way!!!"

"That human knight calls him Lord... call him Tyrion! Lord Tyrion!"

"enough!"

When Major Blackmore heard this, he couldn't help it anymore. The dark secret in his heart was in danger of being pierced. He yelled loudly:

"You must have heard it wrong, Drucker, Mr. Tyrion is a hero of the elves! He was also our good friend! But he died in battle half a year ago... and was killed by the orcs in Hinterland! He cannot appear here!"

Although it is a nonsense that scorns the lieutenant, it is actually more like persuading himself. This admiral who is always strategist is obviously a little nervous at this moment. This can be seen by Turanyan who was watching, but he did not intend to intervene. In the case of the nobles, seeing that the lieutenant was awake, it was okay. He took a step back and said to Major Blackmore:

"So, my task here is over, I should go, General!"

The priest politely said to the major general: "I may need to temporarily borrow my disciple Chaldeans. There is a ceremony in Stratholme that he needs to attend...I think you should not mind?"

"of course not!"

The major general smiled and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the servant sent a delicate box. This is a necessary consultation. Turalyon did not refuse. The Holy Light Church needs to be developed, but disciples are not encouraged to raise money, so they treat the doctors. The consultation fee is very important for the church.

As for Chaldean Pastor, for half a year, that bad secret has been buried in his heart. Every time he sees General Blackmore, he will be very frightened. Now that he has the opportunity to leave Dunhold Castle, he is too happy to be too late. .

But the moment the young priest walked out of the room, the major general suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the shoulder of the chaplain. This action made the priest's body suddenly tense, and then heard the general say softly:

"Pastor Chaldean spent three years in Dunhold Castle and healed many soldiers. Now you have to go. These 500 gold coins should be treated as my personal consultation for 3 years. Please don’t Bye bye, by the way... What I saw and heard here, I hope you don’t say it everywhere, because Dunhold Castle is after all the military power of Alterac Kingdom, if you accidentally tell some secrets... I am afraid that even your mentor will be implicated."

The general stopped, released his palm, and asked:

"Do you understand? Pastor Chaldean?"

"I... I get it! General! I won't say anything."

At the next moment, Chaldeans held a heavy box full of gold coins on his hand and fled out like a rabbit. Looking at the back of Chaldeans leaving, the major general's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed away.

And when the mentor and disciple left in the carriage presented by the generous major general, in the carriage, the ebony rosary was spinning in his hand, and the Turrayan pastor who looked at the scriptures of God suddenly raised his head and watched himself uneasy There were some disciples who were inexplicably happy, and he asked:

"Chaldeans, you and the general, are you hiding something from me?"

"Ah, no! Absolutely not! Oh... this is the case, mentor. When I left, the major general entrusted me to donate these 500 gold coins to the church. I was hesitating how to speak..."

"Well... Major Blackmore appears to be a devout believer of the Holy Light. This is good. The decisive battle between humans and orcs is about to begin. Every gold coin will help humans win...Yes, Chaldean, this time After going back, I plan to recommend you to the exile court of the Kingdom of Storms, as Prince Varian’s doctor, will you?”

"As long as you can leave the hills... ah, no, I mean, this is the will of the Holy Light, and I am willing to accept it!"

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