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Muru has decided to learn this special summoning spell. He can quickly learn this holy light spell once he has a little contact with these paladins and priests.

The other two special life forms, including the giant phoenix burning with flames and holy light, also seem to be a kind of energy life form.

However, unlike the Holy Light Element, which is formed from pure holy light, the Holy Fire Phoenix is ​​formed by the convergence of holy light power and terrifying fire element.

They possess half the holy light within them, but also half the power of the fire and the sun. It's a bit of a pity that the Naaru cannot create such powerful beings.

The Archangels of Light are even more different. They are pure beings of light, possessing physical bodies and flesh, and their power of holy light is no less than that of ordinary Naaru.

Although it lacks any intelligence, it is indeed a life form—yes, capable of creating such powerful life forms, and even mass-producing them.

As far as he knew, only the legendary First Ones existed in the entire universe, and only they could do these things.

After some deduction, Muru came to the conclusion that Rhodes was likely a pawn chosen by the Firstborn, and that this pawn had a very important mission.

Although he has now come into contact with the six fundamental forces, he is most inclined towards the power of the Holy Light, so this is an opportunity that they must seize.

“Remember, Rhodes, the Holy Light is your most powerful weapon and your ultimate destiny. Do not be lost in the appearances of other powers, and never stray from the Holy Light.”

This can be considered M'ru's final conclusion and admonition. It did not force Rhodes to immediately abandon all other powers, but rather offered guidance and expectations, which, at least for now, were relatively mild.

Rhodes felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. He knew he had passed this hurdle, and the result was even better than he had expected. The Naaru not only did not delve into the "simulation" nature of his Holy Light power (perhaps the Holy Light simulated by the system was realistic enough to fool people?), but also "rationalized" and even "self-imagined" his mastery of multiple systems of power as part of his mission.

“I will heed your teachings, great Muru,” Rod replied respectfully.

"I will always remember that the Holy Light is the foundation, and everything else is merely supplementary and for reference. May the Holy Light guide me to better fulfill my duties and protect this world."

Only power is everything.

“Very good.” The light emanating from M'ru seemed to grow even warmer. “I look forward to your performance at the coronation ceremony, Son of the Holy Light. May your light illuminate the future of Lordaeron, guide Azeroth, and fight to defeat the Burning Legion.”

The telepathic dialogue between the two ended, and only a moment passed in the outside world. Ordinary professionals, whether mages, warriors, paladins, or priests, did not notice anything unusual. It was as if Rhode had simply bowed to the holy Naru, and the holy Naru had blessed Rhode.

To Uther, Alexandros, Velen, and others, Rhodes had only engaged in a brief but profound spiritual exchange with M'uru. Afterward, M'uru's light softened, while Rhodes' face showed an expression of relief mixed with determination.

Upon witnessing this scene, the prophet Velen revealed a joyful expression. His guess had indeed been correct; now, the holy Naaru had personally confirmed Rhodes' identity.

He had finally found the legendary Son of Light, the key figure in defeating the Burning Legion. Years of forbearance and millennia of wandering had finally come to an end.

All the Draenei were excited, as Velen, in his endless wanderings, had been telling them that a chosen one would come to save them.

While waiting for this chosen one, they wandered far and wide. In the world of Draenor, they finally settled down, only to be slaughtered by the Burning Legion. Now, they have finally waited for that person to appear.

Rhodes addressed the crowd and proclaimed, "The great M'ru has given me invaluable guidance, allowing me to gain a deeper understanding of the Path of the Holy Light. Let us prepare together for tomorrow's grand celebration!"

"Welcome, great and supreme divine being," Princess Galiya said, bowing before Muru.

Muru turned to look at the mortal queen, then at her lower abdomen.

“I can feel it, Your Highness, or rather, the future Queen. You are also a chosen one of the Holy Light. You will give birth to a hero. I can feel this little life. This is a blessing from the Holy Light,” Muru said to Princess Galiya, while a holy beam of light shone down upon her.

To the other people of Lordaeron, this scene was seen as a blessing upon the princess.

Chapter 319 The Naaru's Blessing, The Queen's Coronation

Upon hearing this, Princess Galiya was immediately filled with excitement. All her hard work over the past few days had finally paid off, and she was pregnant with the prince of Lordaeron.

No, no, that's not right. We can't confirm if it's a prince yet. If it's a girl, then we'll have another princess.

At this moment, the princess opened her mouth as if to speak, but did not know how to ask, wondering if this sacred being could tell whether she was carrying a boy or a girl.

Muru seemed to see the princess's predicament, so he immediately used his telepathic ability. "Don't worry, Your Highness, you have an heir left, a boy. He will inherit this kingdom, and this child has very good Holy Light qualities. His father is the Son of Holy Light, and you are also a chosen one of Holy Light."

The Naaru can see glimpses of the future. In M'uru's eyes, the princess of Lordaeron should die unexpectedly in 10 years, but even in death, she has not strayed from the Holy Light.

She still believes in the great Holy Light, and was even resurrected because of it. Although she is a spirit, she has been transformed by the Holy Light. Now, the princess's fate has also changed, all because of the Child of Light and Shadow.

"Thank you very much, Lord Muru, for welcoming you to the Kingdom of Lordaeron."

"It is an honor that the great holy light will guide you, Your Highness."

"Let me introduce you, Your Excellency. This is Lord Uther of the Silver Hand Knights, and Alexandros." Princess Calia smiled as she introduced the Silver Hand Knights of Lordaeron and a large number of priests to M'uru.

"May the Holy Light bless you! Believers of the Holy Light." The giant tangram, radiating terrifying waves of holy light, once again bestowed its light upon the Silver Hand paladin.

At this moment, all the Silver Hand paladins witnessed a beautiful scene: under Rhodes' leadership, Princess Calia became queen, and Lordaeron was on the path to restoration.

Guided by the Holy Light, the kingdom was restored and evil was driven out.

The arrival of the Naaru caused a sensation in Lordaeron, and this commotion extended beyond Lordaeron; other human nations also learned of this sacred being and extended invitations to the holy Naaru.

It is hoped that after the coronation ceremony of the Princess of Lordaeron, the great Naaru will descend upon their nation and bestow the blessing of holy light upon their monarch and people.

M'uru naturally did not refuse, and happily accepted the invitations from all the human kingdoms. He would visit Stormwind, Stromgarde, Dalaran, and Kul Tiras in turn. Except for Gilneas, which he had already withdrawn from, the Naaru accepted the invitations from all the human kingdoms.

The next day, Kael'thas led the Blood Elf army to Lordaeron to attend the Queen's coronation ceremony. Rhodes and the Blood Elf prince exchanged pleasantries and immediately invited each other into the palace for a drink. The two were old friends, so they naturally had a good time together.

On Rhodes' side, after receiving Kael'thas, he used a teleportation spell to bring Tyrande, who was far away on the continent of Kalimdor, over to participate in the coronation ceremony with Malfurion.

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was the next day, the day of the Queen's coronation.

In the Royal City Square of Lordaeron, the white stone bricks, weathered by war, have been carefully cleaned and polished, reflecting a warm luster under the rising sun.

On the towering city walls, the brand-new Royal Banner of Lordaeron and the Alliance battle flag fluttered in the wind, their blue and gold emblems symbolizing the kingdom's indomitable will.

The square was teeming with people.

The place was packed with people returning from all over Lordaeron, envoys from various countries, Alliance soldiers, and countless curious onlookers.

A complex mix of anticipation, hope, and joy filled the air. For many Lordaeronians, today was not only the Queen's coronation day, but also the moment when this long-suffering kingdom was officially declared a new life.

In the VIP section, representatives from all factions of the Alliance gathered. King Varian Wrynn, dressed in Stormwind royal attire, stood solemnly; King Magni Bronzebeard stroked his beard and spoke in hushed tones with the gnome high craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque beside him.

Tyrande Whisperwind and Malfurion Stormrage sat side by side, the quiet demeanor of the night elves contrasting subtly with the surrounding clamor. The night elf druids had helped humanity a great deal, and their contribution was indispensable in enabling the disciples of Lordaeron to cultivate crops so quickly after the recapture.

The blood elf delegation led by Kael'thas Sunstrider was adorned in magnificent attire, drawing attention; Admiral Daelin Proudmoore stood with his daughter Jaina, his gaze sweeping over the rebuilt port, his eyes filled with complex emotions. Could that bastard Rhodes really manage to marry his daughter? The admiral shook his head and looked at his eldest daughter.

Rhodes, as the Grand Marshal of the Alliance and Regent of Lordaeron, stood at the very front of the ceremonial platform, flanked by Uther, Alexandros, and other important Lordaeron officials.

His gaze swept across the entire area, finally settling on the direction of the palace gates, where Jaina, Fenna, Anveena, and others stood in their designated positions. Even Onyxia was allowed to observe the ceremony under tight "accompaniment."

Terrigosa, however, was quite interested in the mortal rituals and observed everything with great interest.

As the morning sun completely dispelled the mist and bathed the square, a deep horn sounded, drowning out all the noise.

The palace gates slowly opened.

Calia Menethil came out.

She did not wear an overly elaborate and luxurious gown, but instead chose a simple and elegant white dress with the emblem of Lordaeron embroidered in silver thread on the hem.

Her long golden hair was styled into an elegant bun, and she wore a small, exquisite Menethil crown. The princess wore light makeup, and her eyes, which had experienced the pain of losing her kingdom and the hardships of rebuilding, now shone with hope for the future.

Guided by two elderly noblemen of Lordaeron dressed in formal robes, Calia slowly walked through the path that parted automatically in the crowd and headed towards the temporary platform erected in the center of the square.

Along the roadside, people let out suppressed cheers and sobs. Many veterans and survivors who had experienced the horrors of the undead calamity looked at the princess who led them out of despair with tears in their eyes.

Uther the Lightbringer, wielding the artifact "Silver Hand," stands atop a high platform. Today, he is not only the leader of the paladins but also the witness and bestower of blessings upon Queen Calia's coronation ceremony.

Alexandros Mograine stood solemnly to one side, Ashbringer in hand. These two were now the kingdom's right-hand men, the two most powerful paladins.

Calia walked steadily up the high platform, facing her people and guests from all directions.

Uther stepped forward, his booming voice amplified by magic, clearly resounding throughout the entire square:

"Citizens of Lordaeron, allies of the Alliance, and all friends present! We gather here today not to celebrate power, but to witness responsibility and hope!"

Lordaeron, our home, once bathed in glory, and also plunged into the deepest darkness. The ravages of nature nearly destroyed us, but we never gave up!

It is the sacrifice of countless warriors, the resilience of the survivors, the guidance of the holy light, and, most importantly, the undying faith in our hearts, that allows us to stand here at this moment!

His gaze swept over the countless excited faces below the stage, finally settling on Jialiya.

"Calia Menethil, the last direct descendant of the Menethil royal family, carries the blood of the Lordaeron royal family and embodies the hopes of the people of Lordaeron."

At the kingdom's most perilous moment, she did not choose to flee, but bravely stepped forward, uniting the remaining forces, and together with Marshal Rhodes, the Silver Hand, and all friends willing to lend a helping hand, led us on the arduous path of restoration!

"She soothes the pain with kindness, guides the way with wisdom, and faces challenges with courage! Her virtues and contributions are witnessed by all the people of Lordaeron!"

Uther's voice grew louder: "Now, I, Uther the Lightbringer, in the name of the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and on behalf of all the soldiers and people loyal to Lordaeron, inquire here—Calia Menethil."

Do you hereby swear an oath to protect the land and people of Lordaeron, upholding justice and mercy, leading your people to prosperity and peace until the end of your life?

Calia took a deep breath, her voice clear and firm, without the slightest hesitation:

“I, Calia Menethil, hereby swear that I will dedicate my life and soul to Lordaeron, to protect every inch of her land, and to shelter every one of her people.”

I will uphold justice, govern with benevolence, and strive diligently to restore my beloved kingdom to its former glory. Together with our Alliance allies, I will defend the peace and future of Azeroth! This oath is witnessed by heaven and earth, and testified to by the Holy Light!

As the oath was recited, deafening cheers erupted in the square.

Uther nodded solemnly, his hands cupping the crown that symbolized the supreme power of Lordaeron—a magnificent crown crafted from mithril and platinum, inlaid with deep blue sapphires.

"Then, in the name of the Holy Light, and by the will of all the people of Lordaeron, I hereby crown you! Queen of Lordaeron."

He slowly placed the crown on Calia's head.

The moment the crown touched her hair, Galiya's identity changed. From that moment on, she was no longer a princess, but a queen.

Rhodes stood to the side and nodded to Queen Calia.

Uther stepped back and knelt on one knee with Alexandros.

Immediately following, like a tidal wave, all the soldiers, nobles, and commoners of Lordaeron in the square knelt down. Representatives from the Alliance nations also rose to their feet, paying their highest respects.

"God bless the Queen! Long live Queen Calia!"

"Long live Lordaeron!"

"Long live the League!"

"Long live the Queen!"

The thunderous cheers soared into the sky and echoed for a long time above the capital city of Lordaeron.

Chapter 320 Grand Military Parade! Co-ruling with the Queen, exercising the rights of the King.

Calia, no, now Queen Calia, turned to face her people, her eyes glistening with tears of excitement. The day when Lordaeron would be restored had finally arrived.

Once upon a time, when she embarked on her journey to Kalimdor, Princess never imagined that she would return to Lordaeron so quickly, be crowned queen, and that it would only be a little over a year since her father's death.

Rhodes showed himself what swiftness meant through his actions, and now his only regret was when he would launch a northern expedition against Northrend to completely destroy Arthas.

However, Calia still felt some resistance to eliminating Arthas. After all, he was her brother, and how could she easily sever the bond of blood?