As the days passed, Uther's theory of "the ultimate meaning of life" attracted countless paladins and bards, but no one could understand what the ultimate meaning of life was. In fact, even Uther himself did not understand.
He was like an insidious little devil, telling everyone the fabricated stories vividly with a pious expression, while secretly laughing at these ignorant fools.
Seeing them lost in thought and thinking made him feel happy.
It's a pity that Uther doesn't know that he is the biggest fool among this group of people.
As the days passed, for some reason, fewer and fewer people came to pay homage to Uther's soul. Uther didn't understand what was wrong with people. One day, a bard secretly found Uther.
Suggested:
"Lord Uther, don't always talk about the ultimate meaning of life. People are not interested in this now. To be honest with you, every time I play and sing the history of your death, the people in the tavern always boo me. Times
Things have changed, life is difficult, I hope you can cater to the needs of the market, and people are more willing to hear about the love-hate relationship between you and your disciple Alsace."
"Watch your words, Arthas is not my disciple." Uther said arrogantly: "I kicked Arthas out of the Knights of the Silver Hand because I found that he was not a qualified saint.
knight."
The bard shrugged, spread his hands, and said indifferently:
"Who cares about this? Just like your previous stories were all fabricated, Lord Uther, times have changed. You should follow the trend of history and re-edit your stories to meet the interests and needs of the people."
"What, you said my story was made up?"
Uther was angry. Although his story was indeed fabricated, his dignity prevented him from facing the question of a little bard: "Watch your words, ignorant bard, even Salvador Salvador
He was once my disciple."
After hearing this, the bard's face immediately sank:
"Uther, out of politeness, I respect you, but I don't allow you to insult the great savior. With your abilities as a three-legged cat, how can you be worthy of being the savior's mentor? As soon as Thrall, the savior, was born, he already knew all the ancient and modern knowledge and was versatile.
, has mastered 36,000 languages, is proficient in all spells, the four elemental lords crawl at his feet, the five ancient gods are willing to become Thrall's servants, Sargeras can only call himself a junior, the Lord of the Void and Thrall are brothers
, just you, Uther, the Lightbringer, how dare you call yourself Thrall's mentor? Bah, are you worthy?"
Uther was shocked after hearing this. He did not expect that his mindless worship of Thrall had reached such a terrifying level.
The bard took a step forward. Uther in his soul state was protected by the holy light. Although he was indestructible, he didn't seem to have any lethality. The bard was not afraid of him.
"And you, despicable Uther, your greatest glory is to be killed by the great King Saurfang. Your flesh was sent to the savior Thrall, roasted and eaten. You have done nothing in your life, and your greatest glory is
, which is to become the food of the great savior, and then turn into feces and be excreted from the body. Uther, you are just a piece of orc dung."
"Get out." Uther was completely irritated, and he flew into a rage.
After that, Uther had doubts about his death, and he began to pay attention to the truth about his death. He was a dead soul who could hide in walls and underground, and eavesdrop on the conversations of travelers and adventurers.
"Uther is a fool. He doesn't even know that he was killed by King Saurfang."
"Putting the blame on the Lich King Arthas! Obviously he wants to gain popularity from the Lich King."
"I thought Uther was of low character, but I didn't expect that he became stupid after becoming a revenant."
"Okay, we are here to collect stories, hoping to sell them at a good price. The ultimate meaning of Uther's life is outdated. People now care about the Lich King Arthas. What is hateful is that Uther refuses to cooperate.
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"I am the biggest fool." Uther was particularly upset and in a bad mood, which made him stay in the cold tomb all day long and refused to come out to see anyone.
"Those who laugh at me and spurn me, you will all be punished."
Uther cursed secretly in his heart. For some reason, this curse made him suddenly feel a familiar feeling.
On this day, Uther noticed a familiar smell, it was an old acquaintance coming to visit.
He sensed the fluctuation of a special aroma in the air. Although the dead souls have no sense of smell, Uther has a unique way of sensing smells.
Uther put his head out of the ground and saw a pair of exquisite moccasin boots.
"Look, isn't this the great light-bringer Uther?"
The clear girl's voice sounded, very familiar, more mature and steady than before.
Uther raised his head and saw Jaina, who was wearing an aqua robe.
She is slender and graceful, with the purity of a girl and the beauty of a mature woman mixed together. Her beautiful eyes are rippling in the water, which is mesmerizing. Her wavy golden hair is particularly dazzling in the sun.
"Gianna, what are you doing here?"
Uther has never had a good impression of Jaina, especially after he became a revenant and heard about Jaina's series of feats. How could the poor little girl who was originally just a little follower around the guardian Medivh and fearful of Thrall become Serah?
Queen of Mor, which made Uther jealous.
"Uther, the life of the dead is not easy. Don't think that no one can hurt you under the protection of the Holy Light. In fact, as long as you pay a certain price, it is easy to kill you. Do you know why no one has touched you? Because
Lich King Arthas, people are afraid of him. There are three beings in this world who hold the power of death and can make people have no peace after death. Aiur, the Val'kyr god, Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, and Al, the Lich King.
Thass is stronger than both of them put together, and he's got you covered, as this tomb proves."
"You are threatening me, Jaina." Uther said displeased.
"There is no point in threatening you, Lightbringer." Jaina looked down at Uther with a very arrogant tone:
"I am the Queen of Theramore. I don't want to waste my time in vain. I am here to trade with you. There are countless heroic spirits sleeping under the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. They are unwilling to accept you and think that you have tarnished the glory of the Paladin.
I can help you, but only if you tell me some past events."
Uther was shocked after hearing this. Although he was a dead soul, dead souls were also afraid of being alone. If not for this, how could Uther always talk about "the ultimate meaning of life" to attract strangers to visit him.
"I would like to know how you can help me?" Uther asked in confusion.
A ball of green light appeared on Jaina's hand: "This is the essence of ghosts from the Scholomance Academy. It was originally a tool for the living to communicate with the dead. It is not a strange thing, but after my transformation, it became
It can become a ghost mask, turning you into another dead soul."
"Okay, I understand, this is cheating, right?" Uther muttered dissatisfied.
Jaina smiled slightly: "Uther, your reputation is too bad. When you were alive, due to your status and prestige, people had to respect you, but after your death, all your evil deeds were exposed, and I can't let you."
They accept you."
Uther hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded. He had had enough of being alone.
"What do you want, Jaina?"
Jaina asked rudely:
"I want to know how you, who has been unknown in the North County Monastery for many years, managed to receive the favor of the Holy Light and become a messenger of light. Don't tell me that it is out of devout faith, as that will only deceive ignorant believers."
Recalling the past events of his life, Uther sighed sadly, his weather-beaten face showing a look of nostalgia:
"It's a long story. I was born in an extremely prominent noble family in Lordaeron. Unfortunately, I am not the eldest son, so I am ostracized every day at home. There are only two ways out for me, to become a mage or a monk. I don't have the talent to be a mage.
I could only choose the monastery, because I was worried about being assassinated by my eldest brother in the family, so I ran to the Kingdom of Stormwind."
"I became an ordinary monk in Beijun Monastery. I remember that I was very young at that time, less than twenty years old. One day, Beijun Monastery sent an unconscious young man..." (To be continued)