The silver-gray pillar of light soared into the sky, and the sacred feeling of Genesis came to the world.

In a small town one hundred and seventy kilometers away from Lordaeron, countless people sang chants in tears, hoping that those born from the Holy Light could end all these disasters and sufferings for them.

"My Lord, please open your eyes and look at the world. Your believers and your people are suffering endless reproach. The undead who should have been sleeping forever has climbed up from the ground. The demons from outside are tearing the earth apart. Before the trauma caused by the orcs have faded, they once again control the evil red dragon to bring destruction to your people...."

"Lord, please punish them..."

"I will give you the most loyal beliefs and beliefs, and I only hope that you can calm the filth in this world and make the world pure again..."

"Praise the Holy Light!"

At this moment, the small town with a sacred aura almost gathered the nearly half-destroyed people of Lordaeron. Now, these people seem to have forgotten the royal family that was unable to protect them, and devoted themselves to the embrace of the Holy Light.

This is normal, isn't it?

After all, for ordinary people at the bottom of society, who can make them live with full food and clothing is the first prerequisite for them to believe in.

No matter how brilliant the past is, how much sense of belonging they have brought, how can you expect them to keep their faith firmly following God’s footsteps while keeping them hungry and dying at any time?

Faith is based on reality and transcends reality.

Reality is the basis of faith. If it is separated from reality, then the so-called faith is nothing more than a castle on the beach, which is scattered into sand when pushed by the waves.

On the high platform at the highest point of the small town.

Galileo, Fording, Sonia and other heroic lords were looking at the light column that soared into the sky, and were looking forward to the existence of the light column to give them some responses.

Yes, Lordaeron has gone to destruction, and they, who were once ambitious, were beaten by the powerful force of Archmond, the demon king, to see the reality clearly.

Paladins alone cannot save the world!

There is no special reason, it is just that they are not strong enough. Even if they have used their trump card to summon the heroic souls of tens of thousands of paladins who have died in the past and charge towards the demon, they are just ants in front of the mountain-like demon king.

Even because of the failure of their plan, Uther's former disciple, Alsace, the former king of Lordaeron, paid the price of his life for it.

Uther will never forget that when he said it would take some time and the nobles rushed to retreat, it was his disciples who raised the power of Minaisir, which represented endless glory, and led the royal guards of Lordaeron to launch a desperate charge to the Demon King.

Alsace bought them enough time!

But the power of the Paladin failed the expectations of the new king!

When Alsace was opened to death by the demon like a bed bug, when tens of thousands of heroic spirits were blown away by the King of Demons in one breath...

Uther was thinking that at that time, Alsace must have been desperate in his heart, right?

And then.

The only thing Uther could do, which was to fight to the death to bring the blood and bones scattered by Arthas from the battlefield of the demons, and stay in this valley city that has now become the old nest of the Paladins, hoping to bury and wash away Uther's own sins.

And this is probably the only thing he can do.

"My child, I'm sorry, the Holy Light once again disappointed you."

Toward the coffin containing the bones of Arthas, the sad Uther whispered.

His disciples have never let him down. He is so outstanding that Uther feels ashamed of himself. However, as Arthas' mentor, Uther doesn't know what he has brought to Arthas.

The power of the holy light?

Firm belief?

Some knowledge and knowledge?

Or... the courage to face the enemy?

No, these are the reasons that killed Arthas. If he hadn't had these qualities, maybe... maybe... everything wouldn't be what he is now, right?

Squeak.

The slight sound from the lid of the coffin did not alarm Uther, who was still sinking into guilt at this moment. Even when the holy light energy condensed above the city had begun to flow backwards in front of him, the old guy who had drunk a lot of alcohol before just thought it was because he had hallucinated.

Yes, what can the holy light represent?

Can He bring the innocent dead people on this land back to life?

cannot.

Can He make those who have lost their husbands, wives, parents, children, relatives, friends, etc., forget their painful memories?

cannot.

Can He give you the power to defeat your enemies when you are in crisis?

cannot.

So, what are he, Uther's beliefs and beliefs about the Holy Light?

The old guy thought about it all, because he had been lying for too long, he even turned over.

Then.

A man wearing gray and bright silver armor with dazzling blonde hair smiled at him and stretched out his hand.

"Teacher, if you get drunk, go to bed and rest."

"Well...you are..."

Uther felt a little dazzled, and he felt that he must be drunk.

For the next period of time, I felt like I was being picked up, and after putting it on the bed, I also covered it with a quilt.

The fresh jasmine smell also has a little sun-like warm smell.

Then.

"Please don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. You have done your best within your ability... My respected mentor."

This is the last sentence Uther heard before falling asleep.

Similarly, as if in his sleep, he vaguely saw the man with the dazzling holy light emitting the sun all over his body, walking out step by step, and... spreading his wings again.

Wings like snow!

......

......

"So, what does this world represent?"

Hope, dream, persistence, courage, creation...

Sin, lies, blood, killing, destruction...

Meteorites burning with evil flames that passed through the sky from time to time fell on the earth, turning into hellfires that were powered by evil energy.

As if the underworld opened its own door, countless crazy and arrogant demons flocked out.

"Look, that's Serius, Serius Chairokovdias, the lord of the Burning Legion representing the Demon Clan, and a powerful lord of the abyss."

"Look there, the figure is like a flesh bullet, the succubus lord with fascinating anti-joint and bodybuilding height..."

"That's Gemini..."

"That's the Seven Hellhounds Brothers..."

"Look, look, you may not be able to see it anyway. This is probably the last day before Azeroth's destruction..."

On the cold hills, the orc warlock retelled the undead mage who had been nearly half merged with him, telling the names of those visitors who walked out of the demon's door and came to this world that was about to be destroyed.

Demon.

There are demons everywhere.

Not only here, but also Azeroth, Ner's Zu, who was once imprisoned in the twisted void, had seen the power of countless demons, and this was the ultimate reason why he finally surrendered to the demon's hands and was willing to become a lackey who could be driven by it.

"They are all here, and you have no hope..."

Countless huge figures walked out of the Black Stone Gate, and the old orc, whose figures had become increasingly dim, sneered, and chose to turn a blind eye to the angry undead around him to extract their own soul energy.

Even if he eats himself now, what can he do?

At most, it's just a little longer struggle.

Two days?

Three days?

No more...

After a moment.

After feeling that his soul had weakened to its lowest point and could drift away at any time, Ner'ozu suddenly stopped absorbing it, but instead looked at his necromancer with a complicated look. A gentle smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Go, don't be like me, remember to struggle with your faith, don't tremble because of the temptation of the demon..."

"Why, you want to help me?"

"Why?"

The old orc thought for a while, then grinned: "It's probably because I don't want the pain I have suffered, right?"

“…”

"Yes, in the near future, your soul will be imprisoned by demons like me, and then become a small prop for fun when the demons choose to conquer the next world."
To be continued...