In the midst of this mournful singing, the coffin was slowly lowered into the tomb, and the soldiers who carried the coffin folded the lion emblem and handed it into Diego's hands.
As the companion of the last journey of Wendsol's life, Diego is also the best person to receive the flag that represents Wendsol's last glory.
The townspeople spontaneously stepped forward and threw their roses into the tomb to accompany the marshal.
On top of the coffin, there was the sword and shield that Wendthor had used during his lifetime, and the shield that had almost melted down showed everyone the great pain that its owner had endured, and the unparalleled loyalty and steadfastness of this pain!
It was the last glorious moment of a great warrior, and according to the funeral procedure, it was supposed to be the moment when the heroic deeds of the loyal commander were announced, but for a moment all the heartbroken sobs of women and children could be heard.
In fact, over the years, Wendthor's story has spread to every corner of Stormwind, and everyone, whether he is a human, an elf, a dwarf or a dwarf, is familiar with his heroic deeds.
Berval stood on the side of the altar, calmly looking at the coffin that was being hidden in the dirt.
But in reality, his heart was not as calm as he seemed, and he had never hated himself so much as he did at this moment - although all along, he tried his best to do his duty as a regent, but in Katrana?
In Presto's eyes, his every move was as childish and ridiculous as a child.
It was his connivance that allowed this seemingly shrewd and capable countess to gradually seize the supreme power of Stormwind; Because it was his negligence. only then did the seemingly gentle and careful black dragon princess take the opportunity to control his mind; Because it was his mistake that led to the chaos and disaster in the kingdom of Stormwind.
Until the return of his long-lost friend Wendsol, all the truth is revealed.
It dawned on him that he had been being used all along.
But his nightmare didn't end there, because right in front of his eyes, right under his sword, his old friend Wendsol was protecting little Anduin?
Varion was mortally wounded and eventually died at his hands, and he watched as Windthor died in front of him.
I felt his body getting cooler little by little, but there was nothing he could do.
He hated his stupidity.
He hated his own incompetence, hated his distrust of his old friend, and if he could, he would even have let go of everything.
The urge to jump into this tomb to accompany Wendsol to rest there, but he knew he was unworthy.
For a brief moment, he envied Windsor, very much of him.
The departed hero will no longer be in pain, and will no longer be alone.
His war was over, and he was victorious.
But Bolval had to carry the burden he had left behind and move on.
The remorse for Windsor and the guilt for the entire kingdom will weigh on his heart for a long time, and he will not let go.
At the moment when the coffin was completely covered by dirt.
Boward suddenly stepped forward and stood on the altar.
His voice was high-pitched and majestic, deafening.
He knows.
I have to say something.
"A few days ago, a great human returned to Stormwind, to his own realm, and saved the city from the shadow of the Black Dragon's wings.
Today we gather in front of his tombstone for his funeral.
His loyalty and valor are like the guidance of the Light.
With his own blood, he gave us those who were kept in the dark.
People who are confused and unaware of it bring shock and awakening.
His return was like dawn and hope, ending the long night in Stormwind.
However, this hero, who was supposed to command our army, fought for everyone in Stormwind, for the glory of the King and the Light.
In fact, long before he left for the Burning Plains, he revealed Onexia's plot to me, to each of us, only to die in the tragedy of our stupidity, arrogance, ambition, and greed!
What I want to say is that it's me, us, and each of us who are responsible!
After the disappearance of the king, everyone who is trying to grab more power in this feast of power distribution!
” Several generals bowed their heads, pale from self-reproach and shame.
Farther away, the nobles of the Senate looked terrified, and these fellows who had fought with Onexia before were not less involved in her plot.
"There is only one person who is not involved in this struggle for power.
Only one of us lives daily by the oath he made to the king.
He was fair, wise, loyal, and fearless, braver than any of us present.
Compared to him, I am stupid and dull, not even good enough for the position of Regent."
Berval picked up the molten shield from the coffin and held it high above his head.
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When he raised his shield, the holy light in his body seemed to be released, and infinite light surged out from his body, shining brighter than the sun.
People looked at him in amazement, marveling at his self-condemnation.
"But, in this eventful time, I will have to continue to carry this duty, but before long, I will leave this place," Boval announced in a loud voice, his eyes on the shield, and Diego felt more like he was swearing to this relic of Windsor, "I will go to the Elwyn Forest, to the Red Ridge Mountains, to the Twilight Forest, to the Wild West, to command the army to make up for the wrongs we have committed before, and I will tell everyone there what happened that day!"
” Bolvar raised his hands in the direction of the sky and looked up.
"The Light is with us!"
He shouted loudly, his majestic voice like a trumpet to wake everyone up, "The soul of this great hero will be redeemed by the light of the Holy Light, and his heroic soul will also guard this devastated land in Heaven, and guard each and every one of us, just as he hoped in life!"
” He slowly lowered it to the altar, then fell to one knee in the direction of the tomb, whispering a prayer of light.
Behind him, countless people maintained the same posture as him, praying sincerely.
It was at this moment that a miracle happened.
Overhead, the wind and clouds were rolling, and a huge whirlpool that slowly turned appeared in the sky of Stormwind.
This morning of the day.
Not only the whole of Stormwind, but all of the realms of the kingdom, from the Wild West to the Elwin Forest, from the Red Ridge Mountains to the Twilight Forest, from the Swamp of Sorrow to the Cursed Lands, and even the distant Burning Plains, everyone who inhabited the region, whether humans or elves, dwarves and gnomes, even gnolls and ogres, witnessed this miracle: above the cloudy sky, the inky clouds centered on Stormwind turned slowly like a whirlpool.
As the whirlpool expanded, the spiral arms that spanned the sky slowly stretched out in all directions, and in the center of the whirlpool, a huge hole in the shape of an eye appeared, revealing the blue sky there.
People subconsciously widened their eyes and saw a pillar of holy light falling from the sky above the blue sky in the center of the whirlpool, shining on the freshly filled tomb.
In the midst of that pillar of light, a saint-like soul rose towards the sky and gradually disappeared into the whirlpool.
"Oh my God!
What do I see?
More than one person expressed doubts about their eyes at this moment, and they rubbed their eyes vigorously to make themselves see better.
"It's a miracle!"
Someone said in admiration.
But the person next to him immediately retorted to him: "Nonsense, what is it, this is simply it!"
” "The Light is above!"
People shouted in a big voice, and almost everyone was shocked.
Countless people knelt on the ground and prayed to the sky.
"The Saints Return!"
Now, even Archbishop Benedictas is not calm.
His lips trembled and he looked at the sky, trying to see the true meaning of this miracle, which might be useful when explaining it to the devotees.
But in fact, the dullest of them knew the meaning of the scene before them, that is, the apostles of the Light, at this moment, returned to the kingdom of heaven.
This is different from Uther's title of Lightbringer, which was given to him by Tulayan and has since been spread.
However, the one in front of him is the real saint who has been recognized by the Holy Light!
(To be continued)