The first Paladin in history, the Grand Master of the Order of the Silver Hand, a legendary hero of the Orcs Wars —all these dazzling accolades surround the same person: Uther the Lightbringer.
Uther was the most devout follower of the Holy Light, and the Holy Light bestowed upon him the highest glory. In a prayer, Uther received revelation and learned the Resurrection.
During a battle, Uther resurrected a soldier who had died before him, and from then on, the legend of the Lightbringer and Resurrection spread.
Later, under persistent questioning, Uther himself confirmed the legend, which brought him greater fame but also enormous trouble.
Everyone thinks when their loved one dies. "Perhaps the Lightbringer can resurrect my beloved."
Despite Uther's repeated public emphasis on the limitations of Resurrection, people still flock to it. Even noble people can go mad when faced with the death of a loved one, and wherever he goes, people come to him with corpses begging for his life.
In reality, even if someone who died of illness or natural causes is resurrected, their life can only be extended for a few hours to a few days. Resurrection cannot cure diseases or prolong life, but no one wants to miss the chance to live again.
The powerful and influential from various countries regarded him as a life-saving talisman, swarming around him like flies. Finally, Uther, unable to bear the harassment any longer, came up with a plan: to teach others the Resurrection.
If every Holy Light caster could learn Resurrection and make Resurrection as widespread as Holy Light, then many problems would no longer be problems.
He recorded his understanding of the Resurrection and made it public to all the Priest. Unfortunately, people as devout as him and with such a high affinity for the Holy Light were too rare, and no one was ever able to learn this spell.
What happened next caused him even more heartache—a mad Priest, in an attempt to experiment with resurrection, murdered several innocent people.
This incident finally made Uther make up his mind; he banned the Resurrection and declared that he would never use it again for the rest of his life.
While the corpses in the cave were being burned in a raging fire, Pulhart told Unas the story of Uther and the Resurrection.
"Not many people believe you can actually Resurrection, and you'd better not spread it around, or it will cause you more trouble than you imagine." After giving his last piece of advice, Pulhart walked towards his men. He didn't have much time for idle chatter during the retreat.
"It seems I really should keep my Resurrection a secret, "Unas thought to himself.
Uther's status and position meant that others could only plead with him and dared not coerce him, but Unas had no such guarantee. If the fact that he truly possessed Resurrection were exposed, he might be kidnapped and imprisoned in some cage to become someone else's personal savior.
It seems that until I become strong enough, I can only secretly revive others. It's a good opportunity to promote the spirit of selfless Consecration, do good deeds anonymously, and be an unsung hero.
Fortunately, only a few people are certain that he knows the Resurrection. There's no need to worry about Pulhart; since he told Unas about these things, he will definitely keep it a secret. Gordon is also fine. Darian and Whitemane are not so reliable, so it seems I need to give them another heads-up.
The fire gradually died down, and people used earth and stones to block the large opening, thus completing the cremation.
The Blue Child peeked halfway into the night sky, the bugle call sounded, and Pulhart was the first to step onto the ice embankment.
Unas and the vanguard members were assigned to the middle of the group to protect the women and children, whom he had also rescued.
Beryl, carrying a small bag of grain, approached him and said, "Brother Unas, do you need my help?"
"Thank you, but no need." Don't call me brother, I'd even accept being called your grandson.
Unas was carrying two large bags on his shoulders and two small bags under his armpits, his entire upper body was almost completely covered, and he looked like he was struggling. In fact, his basic strength was already more than three times that of an ordinary adult, and with the Blessing of Kings, it was no problem at all.
Although women and children were not required to carry food, they all took some, more or less, as provisions for the journey.
The ice dam remained sturdy, but the surrounding ice was beginning to show signs of melting. Unas, looking like a giant doll, ran back and forth, afraid that a child might fall in.
The entire group was carrying heavy loads, so their speed was naturally slow. The Blue Child had already revealed his full form, but the people bringing up the rear had not yet left the island. Fortunately, the Forsaken did not cause any trouble and made way for them on the opposite bank.
Sylvanas probably didn't want a full-scale war with the Monastery, which is why she repeatedly tolerated the Argent Dawn's unpunctuality.
The Forsaken's army retreated to the flanks, leaving the path of the Argent Dawn in the middle, the threat clearly evident.
After reaching the other side, Pulhart handed over the leadership to one of his men, while he himself, with a small squad of guards, stopped at the bridgehead on the lakeshore. Sensing something amiss, he decided to provide cover for the rest of the group.
Unas finally reached the lakeshore, handing over the guard duty to Earl and joining Pulhart's group, just as the previous Paladins had done.
He put down the four sacks he was carrying and looked around at the Forsaken.
Most of them were Skeletons and Zombies, but they were quite different from the Undead that Unas had seen since his transmigration. His first impression was that they were clean and tidy.
The Undead he had seen before were all tattered, rotten, and filthy, and their stench alone was enough to repel enemies.
The Undead before them were all dressed in clean armor and battle robes, their terrifying faces hidden in the shadows beneath uniform red hoods. The exposed skeletons of the Skeleton soldiers gleamed with metallic luster, and the bodies of the Zombies were almost completely repaired.
Looking at the whole row, they give the impression of an elite, regular army, unlike the Skeleton Zombies under the Dreadlord's command, who are obviously cannon fodder.
As expected of the Forsaken claim to possess their own will, humanity's innate love of beauty did not disappear with their lives.
The others around her, however, did not share Unas's composure. Their grip on their weapons revealed their tension. It was not impossible for the enemy to break the agreement. If this was a trap set by Sylvanas, now was the perfect moment for her to strike.
The tense atmosphere made every second feel like an eternity. The long, thin line moved slowly, with more and more people joining Pulhart's guard.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief only after the rearguard soldiers were out of the Forsaken's attack range; the Dark Lady, after all, had no intention of turning against them.
At that moment, a group of dark figures riding Skeletal Warhorses swiftly emerged from the ranks of the Forsaken. Unas craned his neck and saw Sylvanas and her Dark Rangers finally appear.
Pulhart stepped forward, and the Dark Lady's entourage stopped before him. They nodded to each other in greeting. Sylvanas showed no intention of dismounting; she looked down at Pulhart and said, "Paladin, could you please clear the way? I can't wait to admire the island's night view."