In human legend, Tyr was the guardian deity of ancient humanity. In one battle, he stayed behind alone to fight a terrifying monster and buy his companions time to escape. He ultimately fell in battle in Tirisfal Glades, and Tirisfal meant "Tyr's Fall" in the ancient tongue.
According to legend, the giant with a silver metal arm was also an emissary of the Holy Light. Some even said he was an incarnation of the god of the Holy Light, but a more credible account held that Tyr had brought humanity the first spark of the Holy Light.
Humanity's faith in the Holy Light began with him. The Knights of the Silver Hand and Tyr's Hand, the church city, were both named for him.
Unas knew of Tyr, of course. The raid leader he had followed through Ulduar was a lore enthusiast who had told them about Ulduar's six Keepers. Tyr was one of them, but only the other five were in Ulduar.
After Erigor's explanation, he learned that Tyr had gone off to get together with the humans. No wonder he was nowhere to be found in the dungeon.
Unas recalled the murals he had seen in the tunnel and the giant stone statue in the underground hall. Neither was demonic in style. A thought struck him, and he couldn't help asking, "Could the ruins underground be Tyr's?"
"Exactly!" Erigor finally stopped keeping him in suspense. "After Bessarius died, we rushed to examine the underground hall. All the signs pointed to a connection with Tyr. The giant stone statue's right arm was also coated in silver. Quite a bit has flaked off, but that's the most direct evidence—that place is very likely Tyr's Tomb."
"Could Bessarius have chosen this place for his lair because he wanted to dig open Tyr's Tomb too?"
Erigor answered with absolute certainty, "Looking at it now, that must be the reason."
"But what use is Tyr's Tomb? Is Tyr's corpse really enough to make them flock to it?" Unas was very curious.
"I don't know either. So many years have passed that it's hard to say whether Tyr's corpse still exists. There may be other secrets. Fortunately, we still have time. Bessarius worked at it for so long without succeeding, and the Dark Lady isn't all-powerful either." Erigor paused.
"In any case, we must thwart whatever the enemy intends. Besides, Tyr is the guardian deity of human legend. To retake this island, we are bound to fight the Forsaken again!"
Unas poured cold water on him again. "Don't blame me for being pessimistic, but Sylvanas must know everything you've told me. She'll definitely make thorough preparations. That battle won't be easy."
"Brother Unas, did the Banshee Queen steal your soul with a single meeting? Is that why you're so reluctant to fight her?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Who'd be interested in a corpse?" Unas vehemently denied it.
"You never know. Some people have all sorts of unusual tastes."
Unas was left speechless by the teasing. Just then, a man who looked like a noncommissioned officer came over and rescued him. The officer greeted them both. "Are you two lords here to select weapons?"
Erigor nodded, and the officer said quietly, "This way, please. We found a small cave full of fine goods, just right for two noble Paladins like yourselves."
The officer gestured for them to proceed. Erigor produced a few gold coins from somewhere and pressed them into his hand. The officer made a show of refusing before accepting them with a beaming smile.
The two followed the officer to the other side. Unas nudged Erigor's arm and whispered, getting back at him for the teasing, "The Holy Light teaches us to be just and incorruptible, yet you dared to offer a bribe. The Holy Light will punish you!"
"Just and incorruptible? What plane's principles of the Holy Light are those?" Erigor deliberately put on an incredulous expression. "Respect, tenacity, and compassion are the three virtues of the Holy Light. Don't tell me you didn't know?"
Unas looked bewildered. He really hadn't known.
Erigor continued his sophistry. "I respected his labor and gave him a small reward. That's the proper way of the Holy Light!"
Unas was left speechless again.
After a short walk, Erigor, secretly chuckling to himself, and the sullen Unas arrived at the small cave the officer had mentioned. The officer smiled and invited them to enter first.
Several boxes of different sizes lay haphazardly around the messy cave. It didn't look like a place that held any legendary weapons, and both men were a little disappointed.
After rummaging through a few boxes, they found that these weapons were indeed somewhat finer than the ones over there, but both groups seemed to be from the same batch. Those here had probably been issued to officers, so they could be considered "fine goods."
Unas picked out a refined steel spear, a two-handed greatsword, two one-handed swords, a long warhammer and a short one, several battleaxes, several shields, and a number of daggers...
Seeing Unas still rummaging through the boxes, the officer's face turned green.
Erigor grabbed Unas, who was still prying open a box. "Holy Light above, are you planning to become an arms dealer? Think how this looks. If you don't need it, don't take it."
"I do need them, I do. Better safe than sorry." His spatial bag still had plenty of empty slots anyway, and Unas wanted to experience the thrill of being a need-on-everything Paladin.
"Greed is the greatest original sin," Erigor said earnestly.
"That's where you're wrong. From the day I became a Paladin, I've kept the Paladin's creed firmly in mind: never greed, never give up, but roll need on every piece of equipment I can use." This was the discipline of a Paladin who played all three specializations, though Unas only intended to play two.
"..." This time it was Erigor's turn to be speechless.
Unas pried open the box at his feet and cried out in surprise. A black double-barreled shotgun lay quietly on the straw inside. Ever since crossing over, he had seen nothing but magic and swords and the like, and had almost forgotten that Azeroth had firearms too.
Come to think of it, Azeroth's level of technology wasn't low at all. It had all sorts of robots, planes, tanks, cannons, and even flying warships. Technological civilization had simply always been overshadowed by the glorious civilization of magic and had never become mainstream.
That was also related to the fact that the Gnomes and Goblins who possessed scientific knowledge were both disadvantaged races, and most Goblin contraptions were rather unstable.
Unas picked up the firearm, which was about a meter long, and couldn't put it down. Every man loved playing with guns, and as a child, he had practiced shooting balloons at the park until he never missed.
He had also handled a real gun during military training before. After a little experimentation, he quickly figured out how to use the shotgun. He swept up every box of ammunition in the chest, eager to go outside and fire a test shot.
Seeing that this plague god was finally leaving, the officer hurriedly saluted them on their way out. Unas had taken so much that Erigor felt a little embarrassed. Nothing here had really caught his eye either, so he followed Unas out without choosing anything.
Unas strode to the lakeshore, loaded the shotgun, and aimed at the reflection of the setting sun on the water, ready to test it. Erigor hurriedly stopped him.
"The island is still under martial law. That thing makes a lot of noise, so try it another time."
Unas came to his senses after the excitement of getting a new toy. This was a war, not a trip to the park. He could only nod and put the shotgun away.
He turned and looked around. Several clusters of purple wildflowers by the lake had been touched by the cold, and white frost had formed on their drooping leaves, set against the dusk of early autumn.
The two rested by the lake for a while. Unfortunately, there was no romantic atmosphere between two grown men, and the lovely autumn scenery went to waste.