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A week later, the Battle of Stantholm ended...

Maxwell Terosos and Reblatt Landbreakers are waiting in the church of the Holy Light.

Those who were to wait appeared from the edge with a light gesture of action. Rhine walked in front of them. They carried close protective gear and weapons suitable for their professions, which seemed to be tailor-made for them. Maxwell was shocked by the appearance of these two undead. What he was most confused about was seeing the changes in their eyes, no longer the blue of evil and hatred burning, they were calm and alert, showing wisdom and intelligence that was absolutely not theirs.

Silver Dawn held their breath and promised not to do anything other than that. Judging from the bottle of holy water, the undead may have long since left the Scourge Legion, and they even had their own civilization and were hiding somewhere to carry out their own careers.

Finally, they came to the Paladin. Rhine smiled at Maxwell and stood beside Reblatt. The undead led by him was a warrior. He pressed his fingertips to his forehead stiffly, and then spoke first: "That's how you salute, right?"

Maxwell took a breath and made the same move calmly, "Welcome to you." He didn't know the other party's name yet, but Rhine had only heard from them that there was a woman named Lilian Voss, but she didn't seem to come today.

"My name is Lenid Barzarome, and this is my friend Rupert." Lenid introduced, "It is an honor to meet you, Baron Maxwell Terosos. You look...not very good."

The Paladin calmed down a little while hearing this. He spread his hands and said, "Please forgive me, I'm just the first time I've had a close conversation with the undead. Can all your companions speak so clearly?"

Lenid looked at the others around him and nodded his awkward head. "Yes."

Maxwell thought for a while with his eyes closed, "It seems that it is my frog in the well." He said calmly, simply eased the embarrassment by smiling, "Then please come with me, the Holy Wish Chapel of Light is right in front, and there are many brothers and sisters waiting for their new companions."

Brothers and sisters? Lenid and Rupert looked at the Paladin with concentration. These four words are too strange to the Dead. "I hope others can accept us like you, Maxwell. But we still want to know how about Stantholm's progress?" Lenid narrowed his eyes. "Does the battle with Queldanas hope to go well?"

The Paladin's chin was almost falling off, and he was shocked that the other party knew what happened to Queldanus, and even Silver Dawn had only heard of it.

"I understand," said Maxwell, his voice heavy with doubt. He saw the guards on the road sternly and prepare their weapons. Obviously, they were wary of the undead behind the leader, but at least not hostile. What the Paladin didn't know was that Lenider and the two easily met the cruel gaze. "I heard that the Sunwell was reborn, and I don't know if it was true."

"Then it seems that Stantam and Rivendell are also going to hell." Lenider spoke, with a light tone in his tone.

"No, you're not completely right. Stantholm has indeed been recovered, and Erigore, the commander of the Brotherhood of Light, is cleaning up the mess there, but Rivendale is not wiped out."

"Don't our holy water work?" Rupert asked suspiciously.

Maxwell faced the undead's eyes calmly. "No, your potion played a decisive role in this operation and proved that you had fought against the Lich King. I mean, Rivendell, he ran away, to be precise, he was not at Stantholm at all."

"The commander of the Scourge will absolutely obey the characters given to them by the Lich King. Rivendell's disappearance only means that he has received a new mission." Lenid said. He looked at the faces of the Silver Dawn members around him, looking for further confirmation. None of them was his friend or known during his lifetime.

Maxwell was thinking about Lenned's words, and the Undead reminded him that the Scourge might have a new move. He was willing to see Rivendell just simply escape, but the possibility was slim.

"The light Wish Chapel in front of it!" Maxwell said proudly, not minding whether it was too shabby for the guests. Lenid saw that there was no strong defense outside the chapel, and the Western Zhou Dynasty was stationed with compact tents, where people of all races gathered here.

Rupert looked at the guards around him, and their eyes were no longer as alert as those soldiers had shown before. "It's really hard to imagine that you can stick to this place. It's amazing."

The Paladin nodded sadly. "The Chapel has encountered several large-scale attacks by the Scourge, and each time we have lost many excellent brothers. Their bodies are under this land, with their soul guarding, and we will not be persecuted by the Lich King." This sounds like a military secret, but Maxwell told them bluntly.

"You call heroic spirits?" Lenider was a little surprised. He and Rupert were also undead, but when they stepped into it, they were not attacked by heroic spirits. He looked up at the not-so-large church. In his vague memory, there seemed to be an experience of him praying for blessings in similar buildings, but at that time, those sacred buildings did not exist, and there would be traces of battle and ashes. "As we all know, the Lich King would kill powerful beings and resurrect them, so that they could become members of the Scourge. Is it also for the attack here for those heroic spirits?"

Maxwell nodded and agreed. Rupert and Lenid looked at each other, and they thought in their hearts that in the near future, this place would definitely become a battlefield.

They stopped in front of the chapel, and Maxwell turned to face the others, and some members of the Silver Dawn slowly leaned over. This was a simple ceremony, but very important.

"Welcome to you, Lenid and Rupert. Welcome to Silver Dawn."

Rhine and Reblatt and some other members gathered to celebrate the new members and welcomed them to the Silver Hand.

Maxwell prayed to the Holy Light in his heart, and suddenly he saw a familiar figure walking through the crowd from the corner of his eyes. This tall but inconspicuous person who looked like others was wearing a green cloak. But Maxwell always remembers the sharp and divine green eyes of the gray-haired man. A few seconds later, he faced the stranger's eyes.

"Tirio." The Paladin whispered in a breath.

The stranger smiled at him in a sensible way, raised an old hand and saluted a military salute. Then he pulled his hat down to cover his face and quickly left.
Chapter completed!