Chapter 145: On the Thirty-six Churches of the Holy Light
"So I've been unconscious for four days."
Although the Holy Light saved Fording's life, he still had a lot of injuries. He had an unknown number of broken ribs. The middle part of his body and arms were neatly bandaged. Bruises and small cuts were almost all over his body.
From the mouth of his gentle and beautiful wife, Fording learned about his rescue experience.
I don't know who tied him tightly to the saddle with the reins. The captain of the castle guard and his most loyal friend Alton found the unconscious Fording. Then, Barthras exhausted the Holy Light in order to save him.
Almost exhausted.
"Basselas?"
When he learned that the power of the Holy Light of Barthilas suddenly became stronger, Fording secretly fell into sorrow. He didn't want his simple wife to see his inner emotions, so he seemed to be absent-mindedly asking about Barthiras' situation.
The pious Barthilas has become Tirion Fordring's successor and the future lord of Hearthglen.
This was a decision made by Fording after careful consideration.
The lord of Hearthglen must be passed on to Fordring's son, Tyran Fordring.
Unfortunately, Tyran Fording, who is only five years old, is obviously not qualified for this position.
Lordaeron is in chaos and chaos. Fording, who is already elderly, does not know when he will die in a battle. Hearthglen needs a legal heir in case of emergencies.
The heir cannot be too strong, otherwise it will be difficult for Tyran Fordring to regain the position of lord when he grows up.
The heir must have extensive connections. Barthilas was an orphan who grew up eating the food of hundreds of families. All the people in Hearthglen are familiar with him. Barthiras is a good boy who knows how to be grateful. People especially support him.
It is best for the heir to be a paladin. Paladin is a rare talent. Only Fordring and Barthras in the entire Hearthglen can pass the consecration ceremony.
Barthras also has a fatal weakness in Fording's hands, that is, he is a ascetic knight.
This is a crime that can be either big or small. At the least, it could be deprived of the Holy Light and exiled, or at the worst, it could be hanged on the gallows in the name of a heretic. With this huge handle, the Fording family regained their lordship.
The position is as easy as flipping a finger.
But now, Barthras has become stronger, which is a result Fording doesn't want to see.
Anyway, he had decided to betray the people of Hearthglen to the orcs, including Barthras, in exchange for the safety of his family. Thinking of this, Fording felt relieved and felt that everything didn't matter.
He suspected that it was the orc Eitrigg who dug him out of the ruins and tied himself to the saddle.
His questioning with the guard captain Alton made him more and more certain that this was the truth.
That being said, there is still room for discussion!
Fording was finally able to relax and wait for his injury to recover before conducting the second round of negotiations with Eitrigg.
...
An inconspicuous tavern in Hearthglen, in a dark and low room.
Facing the complete strangers Robbie and Arthas, Barcellas showed an anxious look. During the few days when Fording was in coma, his suspicion of Fording became more and more serious, torturing poor Barcelas.
Seras.
"I don't know why you are looking for me. I am busy searching for the orc who suddenly appeared in Hearthglen. He injured the respected Lord Fordring. If it weren't for the sake of the undead who taught me the spiritual runes, I would not have time.
Meeting two strangers."
It was in the name of Experimental Subject No. 5 that Robbie sent a message to Barcellas to agree on a meeting place. Although it had nothing to do with Experimental Subject No. 5, it was a good excuse.
"Be patient, Barthilas, there are some things you must know."
Robbie waved his hand and said:
"If you want to find Thrall's strategist, the orc Eitrigg, I can tell you his whereabouts. He is in the dense forest south of Hearthglen, in the basement of Lord Fordring's manor villa, and is tasting Fordring's family inheritance.
Hundreds of years of fine wine.”
Most of the castles are made of huge stones and are strong defensive fortifications, which means they have to give up comfort. They are dark, humid and have insufficient light, breeding various mosquitoes and mice, making living there extremely uncomfortable.
In fact, most lords would only move to a strong castle during tense war moments. Under normal circumstances, they would live in comfortable manor villas, enjoying a warm villa full of sunlight and good ventilation.
"No way, you are lying."
The manor villa is guarded by Fording's servants and cronies. Without Fording's permission, an orc cannot live in it.
Robbie shrugged his shoulders and said calmly:
"You can check it yourself to know if I am lying. A simpler way is to pay attention to the recent meat purchases in the manor villa and you will know that there is a guest who has an amazing appetite and only eats meat.
Yes, the orc Eitrigg is Fording’s distinguished guest.”
Barcellas sat down weakly, somewhat convinced. He knew that the manor villa had recently purchased a large amount of fresh meat.
In addition, after searching the entire Hearthglen, no trace of the orc's existence was found, which proved that someone was covering up the orc.
In Hearthglen, the only one who can do all this seems to be Lord Fordring.
"Who are you? Why do you know these... secrets?" Barcellas asked vigilantly.
Robbie solemnly introduced him: "This is His Highness the Prince of Lordaeron, Arthas Menethil."
Alsace lifted his hood, revealing blond hair and a handsome face.
"Your Highness!" Although Barthilas was surprised, he had no doubts. There was really no benefit in pretending to be a powerless prince of Lordaeron who was jointly wanted by the Silver Hand and the Orcs.
"Basselas, how much do you know about the situation outside?" Alsace asked.
"I heard," Barthras whispered, "there are rumors that His Highness killed King Terenas."
"Do you believe it?" Alsace asked.
"If you don't believe it, then you have a reason to kill your father and then let the orcs occupy Lordaeron." Although Barthras was loyal to Fording, he was not stupid.
"We want to ask for your help."
Alsace said sincerely, not beating around the bush, but straightforwardly:
"We want to obtain the method of condensing the divine rune between your eyebrows. If possible, we also want to know the origin of this rune."
"Do you hate orcs? Your Highness," Barthras asked through gritted teeth.
"I will take revenge on them in the most cruel way." Arthas said seriously.
"Okay, I promise you, Your Highness." Barthras nodded. Lordaeron's recognition of the royal power was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and obeying the prince's orders was almost an instinct.
"But I have a condition. I want to know the real situation outside. I have heard a lot of rumors, but I don't know which ones are true and which ones are false. Some people say that the orcs are the saviors, and some people say that the undead in Lordaeron are the destroyers of the world.
Your Highness, you stand tall and see far, I need your guidance."
The situation in Lordaeron is complicated, and it is difficult for ordinary people who cannot see the overall situation to make correct judgments when faced with all kinds of information, lies, and deceptions that are mixed together and difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Robbie and Arthas told Barthras about the situation in Lordaeron.
"If you want to save Hearthglen, only Guardian Medivh agrees?"