At night, Arthas secretly sneaked into the great monastery with Lothar, and Orgrim and Anub'rakhan were arranged by him in Scholomance College.
On the path to the big monastery on the mountain, Alsace and Lothar did not use torches for lighting, because that would attract the attention of the mountain rangers. The two of them used their special soul vision to walk smoothly in the darkness.
"Are you sure this is really good?" Lothar seemed worried.
"Since everything has been done, let's do it more thoroughly." Alsace said very calmly.
Lothar turned to look at the prince beside her and sighed, "If this matter is disclosed at an inappropriate time, it will not do you any good."
"Some things are destined to be shouldered by others," Arthas said without any emotion, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "In order to fight against the Burning Legion that threatens the world, we have no choice."
"Human lifespan is not as long as that of elves, or even trolls. And not all of us who are powerful individuals are mages. Although we have left behind inheritance, we cannot compare with other races."
"When a crisis strikes, we have to muster all the forces at our disposal because our enemies are hell-bent on destroying us."
"In addition to our legions and weapons, strong individuals are also the key to winning this battle to defend the world."
Arthas stated his thoughts. When facing the high-level demons of the Burning Legion, if ordinary soldiers were to fight against them, they would not know how much it would cost to defeat a demon.
Only heroes and warriors who also have strong strength can play a reliable role in fighting against the legion of demons. This is why Arthas will try his best to retain the individual strength on Azeroth.
Otherwise, relying solely on ordinary troops and weapons, even ten people on Azeroth combined would not be enough to fill the teeth of the Burning Legion.
"Well, if you have already thought about it, then I have nothing to say." Lothar shook his head, "I hope Uther won't get angry after knowing this. He is too stubborn. "
"There is no way. Once my teacher knows about this, he may have the idea of killing me personally."
Arthas was very clear about the temperament of his teacher Uther. Uther's stubborn ideas on certain concepts were as unshakable as his devotion to the Holy Light.
Maybe people of the older generation often have such shortcomings, Uther is like this, Antonidas is like this, but when he thinks about Sir Lothar next to him, it seems out of place.
"What are you looking at me doing?" Lothar asked a little strangely when he found Alsace observing him.
"It's nothing. I was just thinking that with a guy like you taking care of Varian, it's a miracle that he didn't become a bad student."
Lothar's eyes widened, and the soul flame burning in his eyes became brighter. "What do you mean by 'a guy like me'? I didn't mess around with Varian's education!"
"Okay, I know you still want to preserve a little face as a grand duke and grand marshal in front of your descendants. Don't worry, I won't say bad things about you in front of Varian."
Lothar rolled her eyes, "What you said made me even more uneasy."
The two people's chatting livened up the atmosphere. Soon, Alsace and Lothar, who were going up the mountain on the path, could already see the exquisite spire and church of the great monastery.
They chose a high ground and planned to observe the situation of the monastery there.
Lothar counted the number of guards and torches patrolling below, frowned and said, "Are you sure we can sneak in? I feel that there are even followers of the Holy Light among the patrolling guards."
"After all, this is a monastery frequented by the nobles and royal family of Lordaeron, as well as many believers of the Holy Light. It is normal for the defense to be tight after all." Arthas said, "If they only send two or three people to patrol, I Maybe we need to have a good chat with Mograine."
"Oh, does this count as trouble caused by yourself?"
"It seems that it is not realistic to go down to the cemetery where Faol's Tomb is located from here. We have to go around in a circle. Follow me. There is a path here to go down." Alsace carefully studied the route of the patrolling guards. , after confirming that they were moving according to a fixed route, they took Lothar along a path on the mountain and went around to the side of the monastery.
The place where Fa'ao's Tomb Cemetery is located is on the side of the road leading to the main entrance of the monastery. However, in order to avoid being discovered today, they took a detour from the path, so they could only find a way to get there from the mountain.
Fortunately, Alsace is familiar with this place, because every summer, he comes here with his parents and sister to vacation and rest for a while.
After spending another hour or two walking in the dark mountain forest, Alsace and Lothar finally saw the light outside the cemetery at the foot of the mountain.
After confirming that there was no one else in the cemetery, Alsace and Lothar immediately entered the cemetery and found the bishop's tomb in the center.
"Alonsos Faol, the spokesperson of the Holy Light and the Archbishop of Lordaeron, rests here."
Alsace walked to the closed stone tomb, looked at the inscriptions on the stone tablet, gently removed the flowers left by those who came to pay homage, and pressed his fingers into the gap of the stone door. He slowly opened the heavy stone door. Push away.
Lothar glanced at the fresh bouquets, raised his eyebrows, and followed Alsace into the opened tomb.
"To be honest, I didn't expect that an undead would feel so awkward after entering the tomb."
Archbishop Faol's tomb echoes with the glory of the saint. Even after his death, the Holy Light's favor for the bishop has not dissipated, and the power of the Holy Light still remains faintly in the tomb.
This made Lothar, an undead, slightly uncomfortable, but because of his strong strength, it didn't take long for him to adapt to the environment here that was not very friendly to the undead.
"Here we are."
When he reached the end of the tomb stairs, there was a stone coffin placed in a stone chamber. Inside was the body of Archbishop Fao. Lothar could even feel the strong power of holy light still exuding from his body.
This made Lothar a little unsure, "Are you sure you can complete the resurrection ceremony under such circumstances?"
"It's a little difficult, but not impossible, so I brought you here to do me a favor." Alsace brushed off some dust with his hands, revealing the patterns on the tomb floor tiles. He placed his palm on a stone tile and gently The ground turned.
"Ka...ka...ka"
There seemed to be a dry sound of gears turning. After Alsace confirmed that the design of the tomb could still be used normally, he continued to say to Lothar, "Please help me suppress the power of the Holy Light here - be careful not to overdo it." It’s too violent, otherwise the ceremony may go awry.”
"I understand, but...how did you do this?" Lothar watched the stone bricks on the ground rotate. Soon, a complete death channeling ritual circle passed through the patterns on those bricks. Linked together.
"The people responsible for building this tomb are people from the Privy Council."
Arthas was about to take out some necessary materials from his space bag. Suddenly, a certain sound came to his ears. A strong wind came from behind Lothar. The death knight immediately turned around and raised his hand to block the attack.
"Sure enough, there is someone!" Lothar just felt that the memorial bouquets were a bit too fresh. It seemed that they were not put down during the day, but were left there shortly before they arrived.
The person was wearing a hood and did not show his lineup, but his powerful fists made Lothar understand that this was no ordinary worshiper, but before Lothar could fight back, a burning tingling sensation forced him to stay away from the mystery. people.
"This...Holy Light? Paladin?" Lothar moved his injured right hand and said in a deep voice.
"Are you——Sir Lothar?!" The mysterious man wearing a hood raised his voice after seeing Lothar's face. He recognized the former Grand Duke.
Lothar was stunned when he heard this. The voice of this mysterious man was quite familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for the moment.
The mysterious man hesitated with his fist. He took off his hood, revealing a weathered and resolute face, as well as half of his gray hair and beard. He looked at Lothar with a complicated expression, "I am Tirion Fordring. , Sir Lothar, how could you..."
"Tirion Fordring?!"
Lothar's mouth twitched. It might be good to meet old friends, but now this place and time would be particularly embarrassing, because his own purpose of coming here is unacceptable to most living people.
Not to mention that the other party was a member of the Silver Hand and one of the first generation paladins who had a close relationship with Archbishop Alonsos Faol, High Lord Tirion Fordring.
Faced with such an opponent, not even Lothar dared to say that he could subdue the opponent without hurting both sides.
Old Fording also noticed that something was wrong with Lothar's state. He attended Lothar's funeral and watched his body enter the tomb with his own eyes, but now the generalissimo who has been dead for many years now looks like a living person. Still standing in front of him, and fighting with him?
To say that he was happy, there was no such thing. Old Fording was more shocked. Lothar's state of neither life nor death made him deeply uneasy. He was afraid that this was a sign of some kind of disaster.
"Tirion, long time no see."
After Arthas knew that the visitor was Old Fording, he did not shy away. Instead, he greeted the paladin.
"Your Highness?!" Tirion was even more confused. Why would Arthas appear in such a place?
Alsace's expression was also a bit helpless. He did not expect to meet Fording. This paladin is now old. He has handed over many of his powers and responsibilities to his son. Live in the countryside.
Of course, when summoned by the Silver Hand, he would not hesitate to put on his armor, pick up his war hammer, and fight for the Holy Light and Honor.
After the identities of both parties were revealed, the tense atmosphere temporarily disappeared. Fording frowned and asked Arthas, "Your Highness, why did you enter the Archbishop's tomb? What happened to Sir Lothar?" "
Lothar found it a little difficult to answer Fording's questions, because he felt that in the eyes of the Silver Hand, Arthas' behavior was enough to receive the most severe punishment.
But Arthas himself didn't think there was any problem, because standing in front of him was Tirion Fordring, a somewhat unique paladin.
Compared to the rigidity and stubbornness of other paladins, perhaps Tirion had such bad habits before, but ever since he met the orc named Eitrigg, things have changed.
At that time, Tirion discovered that the orcs were not all bloodthirsty beasts. There were also people among them who had the same thoughts as humans and had correct values and concepts of honor and disgrace.
Eitrigg is one of them.
A few years ago, when Tirion was still the high lord of Mardenhold Castle in Hearthglen, he received a piece of intelligence about the presence of orcs, and another local lord asked him to investigate the specific situation.
There, Tirion met a respectable opponent, an orc named Eitrigg, who lived in seclusion in an abandoned tower and lived a very simple life.
But at that time, Tirion believed that Eitrigg, like other orcs, was a monster controlled by demonic blood, so they couldn't help but fight together.
During the fierce battle, the dilapidated watchtower was overwhelmed and collapsed with a cry. Tirion, who had no time to dodge, was crushed under the watchtower.
When he regained consciousness, he found that the orc named Eitrigg had saved him. He explained to himself that he had not harmed any humans during the time he lived in this mountain forest, and he just wanted to live an ordinary life. .
Tirion was surprised at first that he was rescued by an orc, but as he talked more with Eitrigg, Tirion discovered that not every orc is a violent and bloodthirsty monster. There are also people of noble character among them.
In order to repay Eitrigg for saving his life, Tirion concealed the fact from the lord and said that the orcs had been eliminated. However, the lord felt a little uneasy and planned to send a team to verify the situation.
Tirion's heart was tense at that time, not because he was afraid of being punished, but because he was worried about the safety of the orc. He originally planned to follow the team and help Eitrigg escape when the time was right.
But the appearance of a Privy Council investigation team made Tirion's worries disappear. They were ordered by Prince Arthas to take over the orc investigation.
With the prince's guarantee, the lord finally felt relieved and withdrew his manpower, and the Privy Council agents also found Tirion hiding in the woods.
Tirion still remembers what the agent said to him.
"Dear Lord Fording, His Highness the Prince said that you don't have to worry. He knows about the orc. We are just going to get him out of here. We will not endanger his life. This is a kind of protection."
