Bishop Fao sighed softly, "I thought I could sleep peacefully without any worries, but I'm afraid the cruel truth behind this world does not allow me to escape like this."
Tirion listened to the bishop's words with some confusion on his brows, "Your Excellency Faol... what do you mean?"
"Tirion, during my short death, I learned something, which prevented my soul from falling silent in chaos." After Fao came out of his coffin, he straightened out the bishop's robe. "Even if Arthas doesn't call me like this, sooner or later I will wake up, but in that case, whether I can find myself again is a question."
While Tirion was thoughtful, Faol smiled at Lothar and said hello, "Nice to see you again, Lothar."
"Me too," Lothar touched his nose, "Thanks to this boy Alsace, old guys like us from the previous era can get together again."
"It's a good thing to be needed." The archbishop nodded lightly. He looked at Alsace again, with some relief showing on his thin face. "I'm very happy that you have the power to subvert this world. But I was not blinded by it.”
Arthas just shook his head. He didn't know whether he was unwilling to accept Fao's praise or had other intentions. "It is not a good thing to need to let the dead people rejoin the battle."
"You are right, we cannot force the dead to resurrect, but those who are willing to fight for our world will gladly accept such an opportunity."
After saying that, Faol took off the bishop's crown that he had brought into the sarcophagus before his death and placed it in the sarcophagus. After that, he took off his bishop's robe, leaving only the simple ascetic robe inside.
"Archbishop Alonsos Fa'o is dead." Fa'o gently summoned a ray of holy light, and the invisible force reopened the open sarcophagus. "I am just an ordinary practitioner now."
"No... Your Excellency, the Silver Hand will welcome your return." Tirion sensed Fao's intentions and tried to retain Bishop Fao.
But Faol just smiled at Tirion very gently, "Tirion, although I still believe in the Holy Light, the living must belong to the living, and the undead must belong to the undead. We cannot confuse them again."
"But this is only temporary. I believe that one day, after fulfilling our destiny, everything will be back on track."
After explaining to Tirion, Faol said to Arthas, "I'm afraid I can't go directly to Icecrown Glacier. The Holy Light is calling me, and I need to complete some...missions."
Arthas did not ask in detail what kind of information Fao had received, but he had great trust in the former Holy Light Archbishop, and, at this time, perhaps Fao could indeed get some omens through the Holy Light.
In fact, Alsace did not initially plan to let Fao go to Icecrown Glacier. After all, it was not the place where the Holy Light was developed, and Fao's role there was very limited.
It is not that there are no undead that use the Holy Light, but they can definitely be regarded as outliers, because every time the power of the Holy Light is used, the undead themselves will feel the searing pain. Although it is not fatal, it is not something that the weak-willed undead can endure. .
Therefore, when a person dies and is still protected by the Holy Light, it is enough to prove that the person's own will and spirit are impeccable.
Alonsos Faol is just such an undead. His close connection with the Holy Light allows him to obtain some kind of message from the underworld, guiding him to perform certain actions.
"I need to go to the continent across the sea, where I may be able to find the answer." Fao made a request to Alsace.
Arthas nodded affirmatively, "In three days, there will be a supply fleet heading to Kalimdor."
"Your arrangements are still so strict and orderly, but after arriving, I should act alone." The archbishop said apologetically. After all, he borrowed Alsace's resources but failed to make much in return.
"I understand that if you need it, you can contact me through soul communication at any time, and I will find a way to help as soon as possible."
The corners of Fao's mouth raised slightly, "With your words, I should be able to complete this trip smoothly."
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Jingle bell bell~
A clear ringing of bells came from Theramore's dock. A dozen mighty warships marked with Kul Tiras anchor marks were moored in Theramore's port. Daelin Proudmoore followed the pedal from his flagship " "Sea King" came to the land of Theramore.
"Father~"
Dailin heard the sound and looked towards the front of the dock. His daughter was running towards him. The admiral's solemn expression became a little softer. "Jaina, I am very relieved to see that you are all well."
"I'm not that little kid anymore. I know how to take care of myself." Gianna took her father's hand and said softly, "But I still miss you so much."
Jaina studies and lives in Dalaran on weekdays, and rarely has the opportunity to return to her hometown of Kul Tiras. In the past few years, she may have gone to Lordaeron more times than she went home. .
His father also rarely stayed on the throne of his castle in Boralus. Daelin preferred to ride on the flagship and ride the waves on the sea.
Although the two had major differences a few years ago due to different ideas, with Alsace's persuasion and guidance, the relationship between Jaina and her father returned to what it was before.
Navy Commander Dai Lin also hated his former daughter. He watched Jaina grow from a little girl to a tall and graceful girl, and he clearly understood Jaina's kindness and innocence.
Daelin's strict and radical education to Jaina during that period was just because the father did not want his daughter to make a big mistake in the future because of his temporary pity and kindness.
In his eyes, the orcs are not worthy of mercy. He does not believe that one race can atone for the indiscriminate massacre of another race. In addition, his son died in the orc war. Daelin's hatred of the orcs can be said to be The deepest among the current league leaders.
But now the naval commander's views on the orc problem have softened a lot. As Arthas said, blind war will not solve the problem. It will only make hatred iteratively spread from generation to generation until the last orc or human falls.
This is exactly what the Burning Legion wants to see the most, and it is also one of their usual methods of destroying world after world.
Daelin may not be clear about the threat of the Burning Legion, but as a ruler, he also knows that launching such an endless war will have no effect except causing huge losses to the country and people.
In recent years, Lordaeron and Stormwind City have been in a prosperous situation. As a maritime country, Kul Tiras, trade is the main way of their development. This has distracted Daelin from the state of the country and is no longer blind. The pursuit of revenge.
Dailin gradually calmed down and sobered up from the grief of his son's death in battle. He began to realize that now was not the time to settle accounts with a group of lost dogs, but the golden age for the development of the alliance.
