So you've been unconscious for four days.
Although the Holy Light saved Tirion Fordring's life, he still suffered many injuries. He had countless broken ribs, his middle body and arms were neatly bandaged, and bruises and small cuts covered almost his entire body.
Tirion Fordring learned about his rescue from his gentle and beautiful wife.
Someone had bound him tightly to the saddle with reins. The Castle's captain of the Guards, his most loyal friend Alton, found the unconscious Tirion Fordring. Then, Barthilas exhausted his Holy Light trying to save him, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.
"Barthilas?"
Upon learning that Barthilas's Power of the Holy Light had suddenly increased, Tirion Fordring fell into a state of deep sorrow. Not wanting his naive wife to see his inner emotions, he seemingly absentmindedly inquired about Barthilas's situation.
The devout Barthilas has become Tirion Fordring's successor and the future lord of Hearthglen.
This was a decision made after careful consideration by Tirion Fordring.
The lordship of Hearthglen must be passed on to Tirion Fordring's son, Taelan Fordring.
Unfortunately, at only five years old, Taelan Fordring is clearly not up to the task.
In the midst of chaos and turmoil in Lordaeron, the aging Tirion Fordring could die in some battle at any moment, and Hearthglen needs a legitimate heir in case of unforeseen circumstances.
This heir cannot be too powerful, otherwise it will be difficult for Taelan Fordring to reclaim the lord's position when he grows up.
The heir must have a wide network of connections. Barthilas was an orphan who grew up on the charity of many families. All the people of Hearthglen knew him. Barthilas was also a grateful and good child, so people especially supported him.
Ideally, the successor should be a Paladin. Paladins are a rare talent; in the entire Hearthglen, only Tirion Fordring and Barthilas have been able to complete the sanctification ritual.
Barthilas has another fatal weakness in Tirion Fordring's hands: he is a Discipline Paladin.
This is a crime that could be serious or minor. At best, the family would be stripped of their Holy Light and exiled; at worst, they could be branded as heretics and hanged. With this huge charge, the Fordring family could easily regain their lordship.
But now, Barthilas has become stronger, which is something Tirion Fordring didn't want to see.
Since he had already decided to sell out the people of Hearthglen to the Orcs, including Barthilas, in exchange for the safety of his own people, Tirion Fordring felt relieved and that nothing mattered anymore.
He suspected that the Orcs Eitrigg had dug him out of the ruins and tied him to the saddle.
His questioning of Guards Alton made him increasingly certain that this was the truth.
So there's still room for negotiation!
Tirion Fordring could finally relax and wait for his injuries to heal so he could have a second round of negotiations with Eitrigg.
In a dimly lit, low-ceilinged room of an unassuming tavern in Hearthglen.
Facing the completely unfamiliar Robbie and Arthas, Barthilas wore an anxious expression. During the days that Tirion Fordring had been unconscious, his growing suspicion of Tirion Fordring tormented the poor Barthilas.
"I don't know what business you have with me. I'm in a terrible predicament searching for the Orcs suddenly appeared in Hearthglen. He injured the esteemed Lord Tirion Fordring. If it weren't for the Undead who taught me the Spirit Runes, I wouldn't have time to meet with two strangers."
Robbie sent a message to Barthilas in the name of Experiment 335 to arrange a meeting place. Although it had nothing to do with Experiment 335, it was a good excuse.
"Calm down, Barthilas, there are some things you need to know."
Robbie waved his hand and said:
"If you wish to find Thrall's Strategist, the Orcs Eitrigg, I can tell you his whereabouts. He is in the basement of Lord Tirion Fordring's manor villa in the dense forest south of Hearthglen, savoring the Tirion Fordring family's centuries-old wine."
Most Castles are built of massive stones, making them sturdy defensive fortifications. This forces one to sacrifice comfort, as they are dark, damp, poorly lit, and teeming with insects and rodents, making them extremely uncomfortable to live in.
In fact, most lords would only move to their fortified Castles during times of war when tensions were high. Otherwise, they would live in comfortable manor villas, enjoying the warmth of sunny, well-ventilated homes.
"Impossible, you're lying."
The manor villa is guarded by Tirion Fordring's servants and trusted Guards; no Orcs can stay there without Tirion Fordring's permission.
Robbie shrugged and said casually:
"You can check for yourself to see if I'm lying. An even simpler way is to just keep an eye on the recent meat purchases at the manor villa, and you'll know that there's a guest living there with an enormous appetite who only eats meat. That's right, the Orcs Eitrigg is none other than Tirion Fordring's distinguished guest."
Barthilas sat down weakly, somewhat convinced; he knew the manor villa had recently purchased a large quantity of fresh meat.
Furthermore, the fact that no trace of the Orcs was found after searching the entire Hearthglen proves that someone is protecting this Orcs.
In Hearthglen, it seems that only Lord Tirion Fordring could accomplish all of this.
"Who are you? Why do you know these secrets?" Barthilas asked warily.
Robbie solemnly introduced, "This is His Prince Arthas Menethil of Lordaeron."
Arthas pulled back his hood, revealing blond hair and a handsome face.
"Prince Highness!" Barthilas was surprised, but he didn't doubt it. There was really no benefit in impersonating a powerless Prince Lordaeron who was wanted by the Silver Hand and the Orcs.
"Barthilas, how much do you know about the situation outside?" Arthas asked.
"I heard," Barthilas whispered, "That there are rumors that His Highness the Prince has killed King Terenas."
"Do you believe me?" Arthas asked.
"I don't believe it. How can someone kill their own father and then let the Orcs take over Lordaeron?" Barthilas, though loyal to Tirion Fordring, was not stupid.
We would like to ask for your help.
Arthas spoke very sincerely, without beating around the bush, and went straight to the point:
"We would like to obtain the method for condensing the Deity Rune between your eyebrows, and if possible, also want to know the origin of this Rune."
"Do you hate Orcs, Prince Highness?" Barthilas asked through gritted teeth.
"I will exact my revenge on them in the most brutal way," Arthas said solemnly.
"Alright, I promise you, Prince Highness." Barthilas nodded. The recognition of royal power in Lordaeron was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and obeying the Prince's orders was almost an instinct.
"But I have one condition. I want to know the truth about what's going on outside. I've heard a lot of rumors, but I don't know which are true and which are false. Some say the Orcs are Saviors, some say the Undead of Lordaeron are the Destroyers. Prince Highness, you have a broader perspective, and I need your guidance."
The situation in Lordaeron is complex and multifaceted. For ordinary people who lack a comprehensive understanding of the overall picture, the mix of information, lies, and deception makes it difficult to make accurate judgments.
Robbie and Arthas told Barthilas about the situation in Lordaeron.
"If Hearthglen is to be saved, is it only possible with the approval of the Guardian Medivh?"
Barthilas analyzed the situation carefully.