If my estimation is correct, some of the great people who will be very powerful in the future may still have some time to grow.
No, it shouldn't include Uther and Tirion Fordring. When the orc slaves rioted in Lordaeron a few days ago, they started killing. It's just that they used hammers at that time, and now they use long swords to pretend to be gentle.
Come to think of it, they are now meeting the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, not going into battle to kill the enemy, so why would they use the sledgehammer, oh, the hammer of the king?
Anyway, we need to give the commander-in-chief a good first impression, so the appearance must be good enough.
Few people have their own background music when they appear, and Uther is obviously one of them. He is heroic and elegant, with a burly figure and sunny appearance, and a faint holy light wrapped around him.
If you look closely, you will find yourself in a trance as if you are listening to the organ playing hymns in the church, with the faint and sweet singing of the holy children echoing in your ears, giving you a feeling that even your soul has been sublimated.
"Please allow me to introduce Uther, Saidan Dathrohan, Tirion Fordring, and Turalyon." Faol raised his hand and pointed at them, smiling like a proud father who was promoting his sons to the parents of the girls at a blind date.
"They will be very important members of the Silver Hand Knights that I am about to form."
Faol paused and introduced Lothar and Duke to the four candidate paladins.
"This is Sir Anduin Lothar, the general of Stormwind and the commander-in-chief of the Alliance. And this young mage is his colleague, Duke Edmund, the hero who killed the demon king Sargeras and burned 100,000 orcs."
Fao smiled and said, "Now, it's time for you young people to have a good chat among the six of you."
The archbishop nodded to everyone and left the courtyard.
Duke never thought that there would be a day when he would be worshipped and admired as an idol by those famous superstars in later generations.
But think about it, Duke is already famous nowadays.
In fact, Llane intentionally or unintentionally promoted Duke's reputation through MI7. Compared with Lothar's series of unremarkable achievements, the deeds of Duke, the young hero, are more legendary. The more desperate people are, the more they hope to see heroes, role models, and a leader who can lead them forward.
Duke lived up to expectations.
So Duke also became famous.
"Was it impossible to kill Sargeras then?"
"I'm sorry, but no one knows how to destroy the soul of a fallen Titan."
"How powerful is the devil?"
"I can teleport you to Karazhan when I have time. It is attacked by demons once a week on average."
Lothar and Duke were surrounded by these paladin candidates.
The shortest of them, Turalyon, looked cowered. The others, like Uther and Tirion, looked relaxed and at ease.
Compared to Duke, who is familiar with the future and has unshakable faith in the Paladins, Lothar obviously still has doubts. He doesn't know what such a new profession will bring to the Alliance's army.
When Lothar was thinking about how to not dampen their enthusiasm while giving them appropriate hope, and how to make arrangements for them, it was Uther who spoke up and broke the barrier.
"Respected Commander, the Archbishop has told us the direction to move forward. We are also well aware that we are about to face an extremely cruel battle. We will await all your orders. We will fight for the people and die for the people. You can order us whenever you feel the need."
Uther was a tall man with a hard face that looked like it had been cut by a knife, and a resolute expression on his face. His ocean-blue eyes had a faint golden glow, a kind of boiling gaze that was almost sacred. From his words and body language, Duke and Anduin could feel Uther's devotion to the Holy Light.
He is more fanatical and determined, but lacks the passion and delicacy of Archbishop Fao.
Saidan Dathrohan, the tallest man, whose height was marked as 2.03 meters in the Duke system detection, had a stronger warrior aura. He waved his fist vigorously: "We will not ask how many enemies there are, we will only ask where the enemy is. We will completely defeat those orcs and drive these dirty and brutal guys back to their planet."
Tirion Fordring's faith was equally firm, but he was not as fanatical as Uther. He chatted with everyone in a very easy-going manner.
Finally, it was Turalyon. This short Paladin candidate did not actively participate in the discussion of faith. Instead, he talked more about the war and the situation. For example, "If the Horde does not have more advanced shipbuilding technology that can shorten the shipbuilding time from several years to a few months, then we are likely to face the orcs simply breaking through our defenses with numbers."
The pleasant conversation made time pass quickly. It was almost noon and Lothar, the commander-in-chief of the Alliance, had to attend a luncheon. After the four paladin candidates said goodbye, Lothar talked with Duke as they walked.
"What do you think of them?"
"Uther, Saidan, and Tirion are all sharp knives against the Horde. Turalyon is more rational, and his faith may not be firm enough. But he is definitely a commander-type talent."
"I'm not targeting their personalities..." Lothar frowned and sighed, "It's not that I doubt my old friend Alonsus, but I really doubt how useful they can be."
Duke raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Why?"
Lothar seemed to be pondering his words, although he did not think Duke was a big-mouthed person. After a while, he spoke: "There is too little time. They seriously lack time to prepare. Remember what you said? When the northern route of the Thandol Bridge is blocked by Stromgrade, it is expected that the Horde will arrive in the northern continent within a month or even shorter."
"Yeah. So what? Didn't you see them killing orcs in the palace a while ago?"
"Perhaps they are indeed very powerful warriors, but none of them has ever experienced war as a so-called 'Paladin'. Of course, I do not doubt their combat capabilities. However, we are not short of warriors. This is also what bothers me the most. I am asked to command a group of professionals who have never appeared in this world, rookies who have never been tested in war. Faol means that he hopes they will play a core role. Core! This is the core! Do you want me to appoint a few battlefield rookies as deputy commanders of the Allied Forces?"
Duke smacked his lips: "Oh, that's true in history. I don't know why the kings would agree to let Turalyon, who has no combat experience and is not a prince or duke, be the deputy commander of the Allied Forces."
When they arrived at the luncheon venue, King Terenas's words made Duke so angry that he was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.
"Duke Edmund, the seven kings have unanimously nominated you to be the deputy commander of the alliance."