"Young man," Experiment 335 in a tone of someone who had been through it all.
"A loving relationship with one's wife doesn't prevent one from having a mistress outside. As the saying goes, 'The red flag at home doesn't fall, while colorful flags flutter outside.' Tirion Fordring is the Highlord of Hearthglen, and countless young maidens have cast their glances at him and thrown themselves into his arms."
"What saying? I've never heard of it. My lord isn't that kind of person." Barthilas was angry. He had always admired Tirion Fordring to the point of blind devotion, which was why Tirion Fordring kept him by his side.
Experiment 335 suddenly remembered that this young Barthilas was Tirion Fordring's mortal enemy. He was the culprit who betrayed Tirion Fordring's secret with Eitrigg, causing Tirion Fordring to lose his lordship and be exiled.
Thinking of the Orcs Eitrigg, Experiment 335 felt uneasy and couldn't help but tremble.
That was a cruel cannibal Chef, who was extremely skilled at cutting up Tauren flesh.
"Race does not define honor... I know some Orcs who are as respectable as the noblest knights; I also know some humans who are as Evil as the most cruel Undead Scourge!"
"Damn Tirion Fordring, how dare you mislead me! What noble Paladin Orcs? I was shredded by that Orcs! What cruel Undead Scourge? I am the Undead Scourge now, how am I cruel Evil?"
Experiment 335 hated Tirion Fordring so much that he made a decision that seemed logical.
He wanted to make Barthilas powerful so that he could use him to deal with Tirion Fordring.
It is clear that Barthilas's Power of the Holy Light is extremely weak.
He also noticed that Barthilas inadvertently revealed a slight pain, as if he was trying hard to Pain Suppression some emotion.
A person's ambition is often proportional to their ability. When one's ability is limited, most people will remain low-key and humble. Once one has considerable ability, their ambition will also swell.
Experiment 335 speculated that Barthilas was Pain Suppression his desire for power.
How could Barthilas, now stronger, possibly submit to Tirion Fordring?
Experiment 335 intended to pass on the four Runes of the Dead to Barthilas, granting him immense power to fulfill his ambitions. He was unaware that Runes of the Dead could not be used by the living.
"Hey, young man, want to understand true power?"
Experiment 335 condensed a Blood Rune, which swirled around his body, and said in a serious tone:
"This is a powerful Rune Casting that can make you stronger; I don't tell this to just anyone."
Barthilas was not a learned Archmage. In his youth, he rarely left Hearthglen and was almost completely unfamiliar with the outside world, let alone the mysterious Rune Casting.
"Rune Casting?" Barthilas showed great interest in the Blood Runes and quickly asked:
"This looks interesting, how do we do it?"
"I'll teach you. It's very simple, you'll learn it in no time. This is the way to become stronger."
Experiment 335 patiently explained the principles of Rune Casting to Barthilas. He felt that he was already stupid enough, and if someone as stupid as him could understand it, Barthilas, who appeared to be clever and quick-witted, should be able to learn it quickly.
Unfortunately, Experiment 335 was disappointed.
Barthilas had good comprehension and strong mental power. He successfully condensed a Blood Rune without much effort, but it dissipated instantly and he couldn't keep it.
It seemed that there was a power within him, overwhelmingly dispersing the Runes of the dead.
"Why did this happen?" Barthilas scratched his head awkwardly. "Looks like I'm really stupid."
"How could you not learn something so simple?"
Experiment 335 felt a little better; finally, he had encountered someone even less talented than himself.
"Actually, I've been quite slow-witted since I was little."
Barthilas smiled sheepishly, his face full of bitterness, and said:
"I could sense Holy Light when I was very young, but unfortunately I didn't improve much; I only learned to use Holy Light to process food and eat it. Recently, I underwent a sanctification ceremony. After others undergo this ceremony, their strength increases dramatically, and they become true Paladins. But I haven't changed at all; in fact, I'm weaker than before."
Experiment 335 was unaware that Barthilas was actually a Discipline Paladin, and the sanctification ritual was not a way for him to become stronger. On the contrary, the Naaru's rejection of Discipline Paladin Pain Suppression the Power of the Holy Light within him.
In the eyes of the Naaru, the Discipline Paladins are thieves who steal the Holy Light and must be severely punished.
"Don't rush, don't rush." Experiment 335 decided to go all the way and condensed Frost and Evil Runes in succession. Unfortunately, just like the Blood Runes, although Barthilas could condense them, they would dissipate in an instant.
"What went wrong?" Experiment 335 was very distressed. His knowledge was pitifully lacking, insufficient to solve the problem at hand. He said hopelessly:
"I only have one last Rune left to teach you. Try learning it, but alas, things aren't going well."
Tirion Fordring, you're in luck, Experiment 335 thought to himself.
Experiment 335's mental strength was not strong enough to condense a fourth Scourge Rune. He picked up a twig, drew a diagram on the ground, and carefully explained the casting principle of the Scourge Rune to Barthilas.
Barthilas listened with great interest, nodding repeatedly, and quickly grasped the underlying principle.
He quietly closed his eyes and concentrated his mental energy.
A Scourge Rune appeared in his hand.
I thought it would dissipate like the previous Runes, but this time it's different.
A burst of extremely bright light erupted within Barthilas's body, and mysterious Holy Light Runes suddenly appeared between Barthilas's eyebrows. The Scourge Runes seemed to be attracted and actively merged with the Holy Light Runes.
With a loud "boom".
As if some shackles within him had been shattered, a dense Holy Light filled Barthilas' entire body.
What's going on?
Experiment 335 was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. The innate restraint of Holy Light on the Undead made him feel as if his whole body was being burned by fire. Fortunately, Barthilas was a kind person and withdrew the Power of the Holy Light in time.
"Thank you so much, you've given me control over this powerful Power of the Holy Light."
Barthilas bowed respectfully to Experiment 335, his teeth clenched, a low growl escaping his throat, Flames of rage rising in his eyes as he finally ceased Pain Suppression his emotions.
"Countless nights, I would wake up from nightmares. I will never forget that day. My parents were just ordinary farmers. They did nothing wrong. One day, Orcs rushed in. My mother stuffed me into the fireplace, and I watched as the Orcs killed my parents. Their blood stained the ground."
It turns out that what Barthilas had been suppressing all along wasn't ambition, but rather a deep-seated hatred for the Orcs.
"With this power, I can finally protect the people of Hearthglen, thank them for their care over the years, and take revenge on the Orcs. This is the only motivation that keeps me alive."
"How so?"
Experiment 335 was confused about what was going on.
But he realized this was a golden opportunity.
"Barthilas, I understand your hatred for the Orcs. If it weren't for the Orcs, I wouldn't be like this. The people of Lordaeron want to tear them to pieces." Experiment 335 had a guess in his mind. Why did Tirion Fordring bring Barthilas out, only to have him wait here? Could the truth be...?
"Barthilas, you probably don't know this, but your lord Tirion Fordring isn't having an affair; he's with the Orcs you hate most."