3. The beginning of the entanglement of fate (Part 1)
"Hui Hui Hui"
The war horse that ran for dozens of kilometers stopped at the gate of Durnholde Castle under the control of the knight. A human priest wearing a white priest's robe, with short blond hair, and holding a scroll of sacred scriptures stepped out of the war horse.
Jumped down.
When he saw him, the anxious look on the guarding soldier's captain's face softened, and he hurriedly stepped forward to greet the arriving priest.
"Mr. Turalyon, you are finally here!"
The pastor reached out and took the water handed over by the captain. After taking a sip, he asked in a low voice:
"How is the patient doing?"
"It's very difficult, Mr. Pastor, you will know if you come with me!"
The soldier captain led the priest into the castle quickly. The priest noticed that the soldiers along the way were in a hurry and had fear on their faces, as if there was something terrible in the castle.
"Snapped"
The door of a temporary barracks under martial law was pushed open, and the priest walked into the barracks. He saw that more than 30 beds in front of him were filled with various patients, and there were many people wearing priest robes like him who were busy.
Most of the people are in good health, but their mental state is very bad, and there is a strange smell in the barracks.
This situation often means a particularly bad disaster.
"Is there a plague here?"
Pastor Turalyon turned to look at the soldier captain, who hurriedly shook his head:
"No! It's not a plague. Please come with me! It's hard to explain this."
After passing through the barracks, the priest walked into a special room, and saw a middle-aged man wearing armor. From the rank of the man's armor, Turalyon immediately recognized that he was a general.
And Durnholde Castle has only one general.
"Hello! General Blackmoore!"
Priest Turalyon bowed slightly towards the general and saluted. The ugly-looking general turned around. When he saw Turalyon, his gloomy face suddenly showed a hint of joy. He even ignored the etiquette of the nobles and reached out to grab Turalyon.
Rayan's arm.
"You are finally here, Priest Turalyon! I have been waiting for you all day!"
It's no wonder that Blackmoore is so enthusiastic. The priest Turalyon in front of him has an outstanding reputation in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He is a disciple of the Holy Light Bishop Faor, and he is extremely accomplished in divine exorcism and healing spells. He has done so many times.
He entered the court and treated His Majesty King Terenas of Lordaeron on behalf of his mentor. He was a well-known kind person in the noble circle.
In the hearts of ordinary people, the image of this priest is almost the same as that of the Holy Light Messenger.
It is worth mentioning that Pastor Turalyon is also very popular in the circle of ladies. He is handsome and extremely masculine, and is a true role model.
But this time, he was specially invited by General Blackmore to treat an important officer under the general's command.
General Blackmoore brought Turalyon into the sealed room, where a haggard young priest was treating Lieutenant Drake. Turalyon quickly stepped forward and looked at the lieutenant lying on the bed.
After taking one look, the pastor's eyes widened.
"This is...chilblain! Such severe and widespread frostbite?"
Turalyon reached out and touched Lieutenant Drake's naked upper body. The cold temperature even made him feel like he was touching a piece of ice. He looked back at the general in disbelief and asked in a low voice:
"With the current weather, it is impossible that the lieutenant's injury is serious. Did he just be carried out of the Cold Wind Cave in Alterac Valley?"
"Not really!"
Major General Blackmoore reached out and shielded the guards on the left and right, leaving only Turalyon and the young priest. He sat on the chair and explained:
"Lieutenant Drake entered the nearby forest yesterday to perform a reconnaissance mission. We suspected that there were orc scouts and warlocks lurking in the forest. I sent more than 100 soldiers into the forest, but only less than 60 came back. According to the soldiers According to the statement, there are only two enemies!"
The major general clenched his fists, and a trace of anger flashed across his face:
"I didn't believe this nonsense at first! Two enemies defeated 50 soldiers. Could they be two sword masters? Or two archmages? I even scolded the scouts who escaped, but it wasn't until Scar Only when Captain Locke's body and Lieutenant Drake, who was seriously injured and dying, were discovered, did I believe this rumor. As for the rest of the matter, I will let the Chaldean priest explain it."
After the major general finished speaking, the young priest reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Staying with General Blackmore seemed to put him under a lot of pressure. The young priest explained to his senior:
"Mentor, I suggested that the general invite you here."
Chaldean Priest is a disciple of Priest Turalyon. We have said this before. Faced with the instructor’s inquiry, Chaldean Priest gave a very detailed answer:
"When the lieutenant was carried back, not only was his body covered with chilblains and his body temperature was extremely low, but at least half of the blood in his body had been reduced due to strange reasons!"
The Chaldean priest rubbed his forehead and said: "I used Holy Light spells to treat the lieutenant for most of the night before his missing blood could be maintained to a point where it would not affect his life, but these frostbites... Tutor, there is nothing I can do. "
"It's not your fault, it's my first time encountering this kind of situation."
Pastor Turalyon, who was over 30 years old, reached out and patted his disciple on the shoulder. Warm, beige light surged in his palm, and he inspected the lieutenant's body:
"Have you used the purification spell? Chaldea."
"It has been used! But it has no effect. This is not a plague, nor is it magic... It is more like a combination of the two. It is not very contagious."
The Chaldean priest pointed to the wounded outside the door and said to his mentor:
"The soldiers outside are all infected with common frostbite and colds, and they have all been in contact with the lieutenant. I suspect that the lieutenant may be the source of infection."
"I see."
Priest Turalyon quickly determined the cause of the lieutenant's illness by relying on his holy light spell, which was several levels higher than his disciples. He turned back to the ugly-faced major general and said:
"The lieutenant must have been attacked by a special kind of magic. Although it looks serious, I have to say that it is not fatal, but it will bring extreme pain to the recipient... Prepare a small exorcism ritual , I will use the burning heat of the Holy Light to get rid of this special frost disease!"
"Chaldea, you come to be my assistant!"
Ten minutes later, the materials needed for the exorcism ceremony were ready. This ceremony was not mysterious. At least it was not like the superstitious soldiers imagined that the holy light would come out and the evil would disappear. In fact, it was only performed by the garrison Caleb. The priest held the thick holy water soaked in the holy light in his hands. The priest Turalyon used a white laurel branch to dip into the holy water and used the holy light spell to drive away the much weakened disease for the soldiers.
Although the process is not mysterious, the effect is very good. In just ten minutes, the soldiers recovered their health. For Lieutenant Drake, the source of the plague, the steps to exorcise the demon are naturally much more complicated.
But this is confidential...Only the highest-ranking Major General is a spectator.
After struggling for an hour, the lieutenant finally opened his eyes. At this time, a whole piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder had been removed with a scalpel. This was also part of the ceremony.
"Ahem...general!"
The lieutenant saw Major General Blackmore, and he called out with difficulty, his face full of despair and pain: "We, we failed, Captain... The Captain died, died right in front of my eyes... Oh my God! What did I do? To...I couldn't even stop him! That demon!"
"That's enough! Draco!"
Blackmoore roared: "Priest Turalyon and I didn't just bring you back to make you repent! Now, tell me who is attacking you!"
"It's two people! One human and one elf. They both wear black armor and black cloaks. The human can control the dead!"
Lieutenant Drake said with difficulty:
"He is like a warlock we have encountered. He can release magic, but he is not the most dangerous. Our swords can pierce his body. Although he can still move after being pierced, as long as there are enough swords, The most dangerous person who can completely dismember him... is that elf!"
"Elves?!"
Major General Blackmore narrowed his eyes when he heard this word:
"What kind of elf?"
"Just like... just like the elf stationed in the hilly prisoner-of-war camp half a year ago! He can use a bow, a sword, and magic... He just moved his fingers, and my blood was drawn from the wound I pulled it out, and before he left, he patted me on the shoulder... It was very cold, and it felt like I was thrown into an ice cube... He is a cruel devil... Right! Right!!”
"The human knight calls him my lord...calls him Tyrion! Lord Tyrion!"
"enough!"
When Major General Blackmore heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore. The dark secret in his heart was in danger of being revealed. He shouted loudly:
"You must have heard wrong, Draco, Mr. Tyrion is the hero of the elves! He was also our good friend! But he died in the battle half a year ago...killed by the orcs in the Hinterlands! There's no way he's here!"
Although it was scolding the lieutenant for his nonsense, it was actually more like convincing himself. The admiral who always strategized was obviously a little nervous at this moment. Even Turalyon who was watching could see this, but he had no intention of intervening. In the matter of the nobles, seeing that the lieutenant had woken up and was fine, he took a step back and said to Major General Blackmore:
"Then, my mission here is over, it's time for me to go, General!"
The priest politely said to the major general: "I may need to temporarily borrow my disciple Chaldea. There is a ceremony in Stratholme that requires him to attend... I think you won't mind, right?"
"of course not!"
Mr. Major General smiled and snapped his fingers, and a servant immediately delivered a delicate small box. This was the necessary medical fee. Turalyon did not refuse. The Holy Light Church needed to develop, but believers were not encouraged to raise donations, so treatment and medical treatment were not allowed. Medical fees are very important to the church.
As for the Chaldean Priest, that terrible secret has been buried in his heart for half a year. Every time he sees General Blackmoore, he will be very frightened. Now that he has the opportunity to escape from Durnholde Castle, it is not too late for him to be happy.
.
But the moment the young priest walked out of the room, the major general suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the shoulder of the Chaldean priest. This action made the priest's body suddenly tense, and then he heard the general say softly:
"The Chaldean priest stayed at Durnholde Castle for 3 years and treated the injuries of many soldiers. Now you are leaving. These 500 gold coins will be regarded as my personal medical treatment fee for you for 3 years. Please do not accept it.
Rejection, by the way... I hope you won't tell anyone about what you saw and heard here, because Durnholde Castle is after all a military center of the Kingdom of Alterac. If you accidentally reveal some secrets...
I’m afraid even your mentor will be implicated for this.”
The general paused, released his palm, and asked:
"Do you understand, Chaldean priest?"
"I...I understand! General! I won't say anything."
The next moment, Chaldea hugged the heavy box filled with gold coins and ran away like a rabbit. Looking at Chaldea's leaving figure, the major general's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed away.
When the master and apprentice left in the carriage presented by the generous major general, Pastor Turalyon, who was spinning ebony beads in his hand and reading sacred scriptures in the carriage, suddenly raised his head and looked at himself uneasily.
There were some inexplicably happy disciples, so he asked:
"Chaldea, are you and the general hiding something from me?"
"Ah, no! Absolutely not! Oh...that's it, mentor, when he left, Mr. Major General entrusted me to donate these 500 gold coins to the church. I was hesitant about what to say..."
"Well... Major General Blackmore seems to be a devout believer in the Holy Light. This is good. The decisive battle between humans and orcs is about to begin. Every gold coin will help humans win... By the way, Chaldea, this time
After I return, I plan to recommend you to the exiled court of Stormwind Kingdom as Prince Varian's personal physician, are you willing?"
"As long as I can leave the hills...ah, no, I mean, this is the will of the Holy Light, and I am willing to accept it!"