Chapter 34 3. The Beginning of the Entanglement of Fate (Part 1)

"Recovery"

The horse, which had galloped for dozens of kilometers, stopped at the gate of Durnholde Castle under the control of the knight. A human priest wearing a white priest robe, with short blond hair and holding a scroll of sacred scriptures stepped out of the horse. jumped down.

When he saw him, the anxious look on the face of the soldier captain at the gate eased, and he hurried forward to greet the pastor who came.

"Mr. Turalyon, you are finally here!"

The pastor reached out to take the water handed over by the captain, took a sip, and asked in a low voice:

"How is the patient?"

"It's very difficult, Mr. Pastor, you'll know when you come with me!"

The soldier captain led the priest quickly into the castle. The priest noticed that the soldiers along the way were in a hurry, and their faces were full of fear, as if there was something terrible in the castle.

"Snapped"

The gate of a temporary martial law barracks was pushed open, and the pastor walked into the barracks. He saw that more than 30 beds in front of him were already filled with various patients, and many people wearing priest robes like him were busy. Most of the people are healthy, but their mental state is very bad, and there is a strange smell in the barracks.

This situation often spells particularly bad catastrophe.

"A plague happened here?"

Priest Turalyon turned his head to look at the soldier captain, who shook his head hastily:

"No! It's not the plague, please follow 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 this was a general. And Durnholde Castle, there is only one general.

"Hello! General Blackmoore!"

Priest Turalyon bowed slightly to the general, and the ugly general turned around. When he saw Turalyon, his gloomy face suddenly revealed a gleam of joy. He even reached out and grabbed the figure Layan's arm.

"You are finally here, Priest Turalyon! I have been waiting for you all day!"

No wonder Blackmoore is so enthusiastic. The Turalyon priest in front of him has a great reputation in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He is the disciple of Faol, the bishop of the Holy Light. Entering the court, on behalf of his mentor, treated His Majesty King Terenas of Lordaeron. He is a well-known kind person in the noble circle.

In the minds of the common people, the image of this pastor 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 very manly, and he is a real 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. Among them was a haggard young priest who was treating Lieutenant Drake. Turalyon stepped forward quickly and looked at the lieutenant lying on the hospital bed. Glancing at it, the pastor's eyes widened.

"This is... Chilblain! Such a serious, wide-ranging chilblain?"

Turalyon reached out and touched Lieutenant Drake's naked upper body. The icy temperature made him feel as if he had touched a piece of ice. He looked back at the general in disbelief, and asked in a low voice:

"With the current weather, the lieutenant's injury is simply impossible. Was he just carried out of the Cold Wind Cave in Alterac Valley?"

"It's not!"

Major General Blackmoore stretched out his hand to shield the left and right guards, leaving only Turalyon and the young priest. Sitting on a chair, he 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 saying, there are only 2 enemies!"

The major general clenched his fists, a trace of anger flashed across his face:

"I didn't believe this nonsense at first! 2 enemies defeated 50 soldiers. Are they two sword masters? Or two archmages? I even reprimanded the scouts who escaped, but it wasn't until Skarlock I believed the rumor only when the captain’s body and Lieutenant Drake, who was seriously injured and dying, were found, as for the rest, I will let the priest of Chaldea explain it.”

After the major general finished speaking, the young pastor wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand. Being with General Blackmore seemed to put him under a lot of pressure. The young pastor explained to his senior:

"Mentor, I suggested that the general invite you here."

Priest Chaldea is a disciple of Priest Turalyon. We have said this before. Facing the mentor's inquiry, Priest Chaldea gave a very detailed answer:

"When the lieutenant was brought back, not only was his body covered with frostbite and his body temperature was extremely low, but also the blood in his body was reduced by at least half due to strange reasons!"

The Chaldean priest rubbed his forehead and said: "I used the Holy Light spell to heal the lieutenant for most of the night to maintain his missing blood to the point where it didn't affect his life, but these chilblains... Teacher, I can't do anything. "

"It's not your fault, it's the first time I've encountered this situation."

Pastor Turalyon, who was over 30 years old, reached out and patted the disciple's shoulder. A warm, beige holy light surged in the palm of his hand, examining the lieutenant's body:

"Have you used the purification technique, Chaldea?"

"I've used it! But it doesn't work. It's not a plague, nor is it magic... It's more like a combination of the two. It's not very contagious."

The Chaldean pastor pointed to the wounded outside the door, and said to his mentor:

"The soldiers outside were infected with common frostbite and colds, and they all had contact with the lieutenant. I suspect that the lieutenant may be the source of infection."

"I see."

Priest Turalyon relied on his holy light spells that were several levels higher than his disciples, and he quickly determined the cause of the lieutenant's illness. He turned around and said to the major general with an ugly face:

"The lieutenant should 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 subject... Prepare a small exorcism ceremony , I want to use the scorching heat of the holy light to get rid of this special frost plague!"

"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 not like the holy light and the evil receding as those superstitious soldiers imagined. In fact, it was only performed by Caleb who was stationed Priest Di held the thick holy water soaked in the holy light in both hands. Priest Turalyon used a white laurel branch to stain the holy water and cooperated with the holy light spell to expel 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 to health. For Lieutenant Drake, the source of the plague, the exorcism steps are naturally much more complicated.

But this is kept secret...Onlookers are only the most senior Major General.

After tossing 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, which was also part of the ceremony.

"Ahem...General!"

The lieutenant saw Major General Blackmoore, and he called out with difficulty, his face full of despair and pain: "We, we failed, Captain... The captain died, right in front of my eyes... God! I even ...I can't even stop him! That demon!"

"Enough! Drake!"

Blackmoore roared angrily: "Priest Turalyon and I rescued you, not just for you to repent! Now, tell me who attacked you!"

"It's two people! One human and one elf, they are both wearing black armor and a black cloak, that human can manipulate dead bodies!"

Lieutenant Drake said with difficulty:

"He is like a warlock we have encountered before. He can release magic, but he is not the most dangerous. Our sword can pierce his body. Although he can still move after piercing, as long as there are enough swords, he will be able to move." The most dangerous thing that can completely dismember him... is that elf!"

"Spirits?!"

When Major General Blackmoore heard this word, his eyes narrowed:

"What kind of elf?"

"It's just like... just like the elf who was 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 Before he left, he patted me on the shoulder... It was cold, it felt like he had thrown me into a block of ice... He was a cruel demon... That's right! That's right!!"

"That human knight called him my lord... called him Tyrion! Lord Tyrion!"

"enough!"

Hearing this, Major General Blackmore couldn't bear it any longer. The dark secret in his heart was in danger of being exposed. He yelled loudly:

"You must have heard it wrong, Drake, Mr. Tyrion is the hero of the elves! He was our good friend! But he died in battle half a year ago...killed by orcs in Hinterlands! He can't be here!"

Although he said he was scolding the lieutenant for his nonsense, it was actually more like convincing himself that the admiral, who was always strategizing, was obviously a little nervous at this moment. Even Turalyon, who was watching, could see this, but he had no intention of intervening. Regarding the affairs of the nobles, seeing that the lieutenant had woken up and was fine, he took a step back and said to Major General Blackmoore:

"Then, my mission here is over, I should go, General!"

The pastor said politely to the major general: "I may need to borrow my disciple Chaldea for a while. There is a ceremony in Stratholme that requires him to attend... I don't think you would mind?"

"of course not!"

Mr. Major General smiled and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a servant sent an exquisite small box, which was a necessary consultation fee. Turalyon did not refuse. The Church of the Holy Light needs to develop, but believers are not encouraged to solicit donations. Consultation fees are very important to the church.

As for Priest Chaldea, that bad secret has been buried in his heart for half a year. Every time he sees General Blackmore, he will feel very frightened in his heart. Now, he has the opportunity to leave Dunholde Castle, and he is too happy. .

However, the moment the young pastor 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 pastor's body tense up suddenly, and then he heard the general say softly:

"The Chaldean priest stayed in Durnholde Castle for 3 years and treated many soldiers' injuries. Now you are leaving. These 500 gold coins should be regarded as my personal consultation money for you for 3 years. Please don't Rejection, that's right... I hope you don't talk about what you've seen and heard here, because Dunholde Castle is, after all, an important military base of the Kingdom of Alterac. If you accidentally reveal some secrets... I'm afraid even your mentor will be implicated in this."

The general paused, let go of his palm, and asked:

"Do you understand, Priest Chaldea?"

"I...I see! General! I won't say anything."

The next moment, Chaldea held the heavy box full of gold coins in his hand, and fled like a rabbit. Looking at the back of Chaldea leaving, the major general's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed away.

And when the master and apprentice left in the carriage presented by the generous major general, in the carriage, twirling an ebony rosary in his hand, and looking at the sacred scriptures, Priest Turalyon suddenly raised his head, looking at himself anxiously, There were also some inexplicably happy disciples, and he asked:

"Chaldea, are you and the general hiding something from me?"

"Ah, no! Absolutely not! Oh...it's like this, Teacher, when I was leaving, Mr. Major General entrusted me to donate these 500 gold coins to the church. I was hesitating about how to speak..."

"Well...Major General Blackmoore seems to be a devout believer of the Holy Light. That's 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 go back, I plan to recommend you to the court of exile in the Kingdom of Stormwind 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, I am willing to accept it!"