The flags signaling the entire army to set off lit up ahead, and the messenger delivered the order to move out. Unas and his companions immediately sprang into action.
His four bags of grain were now shared; Darian carried two small bags, Gordon shouldered the large one. Unas no longer needed to be a big-headed doll.
Following the group ahead at a brisk pace, the four-person group didn't dare to interrupt or speak for a moment. Unas took the opportunity to explain the drawbacks of the Resurrection to them and asked them to keep it a secret.
The other three had all heard rumors about it to some extent, so they naturally wouldn't refuse him. Darian looked regretful. "What a pity, such a powerful spell can't be used publicly."
"Uther Uther's idea is excellent. If Resurrection can be widely adopted, the entire army's combat power will be greatly enhanced, and the miracles created by the Holy Light will spread to every corner of the world," Whitemane's voice rose in excitement. "I want to learn this spell!"
The implication was that she wanted Unas to teach her, but Unas knew nothing about the doctrines and incantations of the Holy Light, so he didn't know where to begin.
He also hopes that Resurrection can become more widespread, so that if he were to accidentally die one day, someone with Resurrection could save his life.
"Sister Sally is so young to have become High Priest; she's a genius spellcaster praised by everyone." Darian flattered her profusely, then turned to Unas: "If there's anyone in the Monastery with the best chance of learning, it's her."
With the siblings working in tandem, Unas seemed to have no choice but to teach them, but the problem was that he had absolutely nothing to offer, and now he was exposed.
"My... magical abilities are innate, plus I have memory problems," Unas could only try to deflect the blame. "I can only use them, I can't teach them."
"It's alright. I already grasped something when you used your spell to revive Darian. If I experience it a few more times, perhaps I can learn it myself." Whitemane's eyes gleamed with determination, as if he wouldn't give up until he learned it.
Geniuses are indeed bursting with confidence. If they can learn everything from others' tricks, then what's the point of them even trying?
"That's fine, I'll call you next time I cast a spell." Unas was completely being perfunctory. Who knew when someone might die in front of him? In an emergency during a spellcasting session, there was no time to call for Big White Legs.
"No need, I've decided to learn from you for a while," the silver-haired Priest replied quickly, seemingly having already made up her mind.
Unas's feelings were complicated. A beautiful woman wanted to follow him and learn from him—this was a scene from his daydreams! A beautiful student, hehehe...
But don't forget that this beautiful woman also has another identity: a prosecutor in the Inquisition. There's a demon lurking inside her, and if she accidentally slips up... it's like having a time bomb by your side.
Hey silver-haired girl, we just made up, there's no need to rush back to me like this.
He certainly wouldn't dare say that aloud, but he couldn't shake his habit of being sarcastic. "Hey, is there tuition?"
"Guess!" The usually serious silver-haired prosecutor suddenly started acting cute. Unas announced that he had been instantly sunk, Darian was even more stunned.
The sky was clear and blue, without a single cloud, and the afternoon sun of autumn warmed the earth and all living things.
After a morning of marching, the Argent Dawn had finally left Galen County, Pulhart felt a little relieved and ordered a short rest.
Baron Tyrosus remained conscious from his capture until his release, though he was severely wounded and unable to move easily, so Pulhart continued to lead the army.
The one-eyed Paladin was lowered from the stretcher. He tossed aside the battle report in his hand, rubbed his sore eyes, and realized that seeing things on a swaying stretcher was a great test of eyesight.
After reading the initial battle report, two names lingered in his mind— Unas and Tyr.
Unas-Lawugade, the recipient of the title "Demon Slayer," is one of the most outstanding combat heroes in this expedition. He is highly recommended by Pulhart, Erigor, Korfax, and others, and seems to be a promising candidate for development.
Tyr, the legendary protector of mankind, was the subject of the Dreadlords ' excavation of his ruins, but sadly, they have now been taken by the Forsaken.
The One-Eyed Baron has never been prejudiced against any race, including the Forsaken.
Most of these Undead were people of Lordaeron in life. After death, they were transformed into soldiers of the Scourge. After gaining free will, some Undead choose to sleep or self-destruct, while those who choose to continue living in this world naturally gather together and help each other, which is perfectly understandable.
His ideal scenario was to remain neutral with the Forsaken and fight together against the Scourge.
But now it seems impossible. The Tyr's Ruins cannot be desecrated and must be reclaimed. This is not something the Argent Dawn can do alone. It is likely that the various factions within the Monastery will no longer have disagreements on this issue.
He recalled that he had not seen any Forsaken generals during his captivity, and Sylvanas seemed to treat him as if he didn't exist, which was not proper etiquette.
Perhaps not coming to see him is the greatest act of goodwill? Without the help of the Banshees, the Knights ' expedition has already failed. Recalling the Dark Lady's series of actions, she was indeed minimizing the possibility of conflict, indicating that she did not want to completely break with humanity.
What exactly is in Tyr's Ruins that would make her risk so much to seize it? This was a question he couldn't answer.
Putting all that aside, the ultimate target of this expedition, the Dreadlord Bessarius, has already been beheaded. With this malignant tumor removed, there are no longer any significant Scourge forces in the northeast of Tirisfal Glades. If the Monastery can take advantage of this situation to defeat the Forsaken, the recapture of Lordaeron City will be just around the corner.
The harvest was also enormous. A preliminary count revealed 962 human prisoners, 286 Dwarves, 120 High Elves, and approximately 430 from other races combined. In addition, there were 300 rescued women and children, bringing the total to around 2,100 people.
Humans, Dwarves, and High Elves, once freed from the Dreadlord's Mind Control, were almost immediately treated as one of their own, which is why the Argent Dawn was able to control so many prisoners.
The weapons and equipment harvested were enough to arm an army of five or six thousand men, and the amount of grain was countless, not yet fully tallied.
The gains were great, but the casualties were also considerable. Tyrosus got a headache just thinking about those numbers: nearly three hundred dead, many more seriously wounded or maimed, and the number of minor wounds was not even worth counting; almost everyone was wounded.
Fortunately, the quality of the human prisoners this time seems to be quite good, and the troop losses should be replenished quickly.
The rest time passed quickly. After eating a few bites of dry rations, Tyrosus was helped onto a stretcher. Two soldiers lifted him up, one in front and one behind, and he shakily began his journey back to the Monastery.