In the Kingdom of Lordaeron, in the cathedral in Stratholme City, praises and hymns echoed in the church. The gentle yet dazzling holy light illuminated the young knight half-kneeling in the center of the auditorium. Countless people were watching this ceremony.
The old Archbishop Alonsos Faol held the holy contract and made the final and most powerful inquiry to the young man in front of him who had met all the requirements of the Paladin.
"Arthas, do you voluntarily join the Knights of the Silver Hand? Are you willing to follow the guidance of the Holy Light, abide by the eight virtues of the Paladin, defend the elderly, weak, women, children and all innocent people, fight for justice against injustice and evil, and love Your home, protect your compatriots and loved ones?”
The young prince's eyes were shining brighter than the holy light here, and he swore loudly without hesitation.
"Yes, I voluntarily join the Knights of the Silver Hand. I swear to be kind to the weak and bravely fight against atrocities; I swear to fight against all evil and wrong, to protect the defenseless and innocent; I swear to love my homeland, protect my compatriots, and I love you till death; I swear to follow the path of the Light and become a Paladin of the Silver Hand!"
Archbishop Faol heard this sonorous oath and the more dazzling holy light, and said with great joy, "Your Highness, the Knights of the Silver Hand welcome you to join."
After completing some more ceremonial steps, it was almost until dinner time that the entire process of Arthas joining the Silver Hand was almost over.
Originally, the process of canonizing a Silver Hand Paladin was not so complicated, but as Arthas was the Crown Prince of Lordaeron, under the instruction of King Tenaris, Stratholme Cathedral was naturally happy to allow this ceremony. Be more widely known.
"Congratulations, Arthas."
After the ceremony, Alsace's mentor, Uther Lightbringer, came to congratulate his student. He was a strong and serious paladin. Even so, it was difficult for him to find fault with his student.
"His Royal Highness should be the best paladin I can canonize before returning to the Holy Light," Archbishop Fao praised Arthas. He felt that his disciple was even better than the first few paladins.
"Teacher, Your Excellency Bishop, you are exaggerating. Apart from being a prince, I am just an ordinary member of the Knights."
Arthas was not complacent in the slightest because he became a Paladin at a young age.
"You are humbled, Your Highness," the Archbishop said humbly. He was old, but not yet stupid. "I believe that the Silver Hand will have a brighter future with your joining. Take good care of yourself and train in the Knights." Just do it yourself, this is also what your father wants."
Archbishop Fao was a little tired at this time. He gave Alsace an apologetic smile, "Please forgive my absence from the banquet later. I, an old man, will not join in the fun of you young people. I have to go back to the church to continue." Prayed.”
"Please pay attention to your health, Your Excellency Bishop," Alsace was very aware of Fao's physical condition. Hosting a paladin canonization ceremony for such a long time was already a relatively large burden for him.
After he and his mentor Uther watched the archbishop return to the church with the support of his attendants, Arthas said to Uther with a little worry, "Your archbishop's physical condition is really worrying."
"The teacher knows it well, Alsace," Uther looked at the old man's back, his voice still calm, "Everyone's life will end eventually, and the teacher will return to the Holy Light one day, and you and I are no exception. There is no need to be overly pessimistic.”
Arthas shook his head helplessly. He really had no way to deal with these problems now. The lifespan of human beings is so short even compared to the high elves who often start out in thousands of years, let alone fight with the almost immortal dragons. The night elves compared.
Putting aside this heavy topic, Alsace smiled and extended the invitation to Uther, "Teacher, you were absent from my birthday party. You have to come this time."
Uther, with a solemn face, gave a rare smile, "Of course, kid, I was on official business last time, so I'm really sorry for missing your banquet."
After finishing speaking, the master and apprentice did not stop at the door of the church. They rushed to the lord's mansion in Stratholme, where the ruler of Stratholme, Baron Rivendell, held a grand banquet for them.
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"Look who's here!" Baron Rivendell's eyes lit up as he held the wine glass, and he greeted the guests, "Ha! The star of Lordaeron, His Highness Arthas!"
"Good evening, Your Excellency Baron," Arthas greeted Rivendell. "Nice to meet you. The last time we met was three years ago, right?"
"Yes, but you were a great young man at that time. His Majesty Tenaris would mention you every time he summoned me," Baron Rivendell was very talkative. He was also a member of the Silver Hand, so Arthas then asked him to entertain his colleagues of the Silver Hand in his name.
Most of the paladins are serious people, but in private, they still have their own personalities. At least this kind of banquet makes people feel very comfortable.
After drinking and eating, the great knights of Silver Hand gathered together and started chatting.
"Your Highness, you became an official Paladin at the age of nineteen. When I was nineteen, I didn't know where to be a nobody." Gavinrad Doom, one of the first Paladins of the Silver Hand praised road.
Paladin is not just a title, it does represent a strong man with superb combat skills and powerful power of Holy Light. According to Arthas' mentor Uther, the prince's power is no longer weaker than any of their first-generation Paladins. one person.
This is truly an unimaginable talent. The five first-generation paladins were either warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles, or they were devout priests who had studied the Holy Light for more than ten years. And Arthas already had such talent when he was only nineteen years old. A tremendous strength.
What endeared the people of the Silver Hand and Archbishop Faol even more to Alsace was his almost perfect character.
He has never been arrogant and complacent. Alsace is polite to everyone around him. The arrogance and recklessness that are common in young people do not exist in him at all.
Such a nearly flawless knight, even in the hands of Silver, can be said to be only a handful.
"I'm not as good as you say," Alsace said with a wry smile, and he knew exactly what was going on.
Arthas Menethil, the only son of King Tenaris Menethil, the future king of Lordaeron, the future represented by his name, in another possibility, is a complete curse.
