According to the Booty Bay map, Tyr's tomb is located beneath the statue in the underground hall. Bessarius encountered a magical seal here and tried many methods to break the seal, but all failed.
Using brute force to break through would most likely cause the Cave to collapse, rendering all previous efforts futile. Digging around the cave also resulted in setbacks. After some investigation and research, its anthropologists translated a line of ancient text found under the statue: Blood of the Three Races, Crown of Order.
Literally, this phrase means that by uniting the bloodlines of the three races, one can obtain the crown of order.
The so-called three races are most likely the three families that originally founded the Kingdom of Lordaeron — the House Menethil, the House Nicholas, and the House Valdemar.
Although Duke Nicholas has lost his territory, he is still alive and a staunch supporter of the Argent Dawn. His eldest son is missing, and his youngest son is Erigor.
House Valdemar were the lords of Tyr's Hand. Since Tyr's Hand did not fall, the bloodline of House Valdemar must have been preserved intact.
The House of Menethil was almost entirely wiped out; King Terenas was murdered, Arthas became Undead, and the only surviving bloodline was Arthas's missing sister, Princess Menethil Calia Menethil.
Finding this princess, whose whereabouts have been a mystery since the outbreak of the war, is like finding a needle in a haystack; even the Dreadlord has reached a dead end.
After hearing Bessarius's explanation, Unas breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Sylvanas wouldn't be able to succeed so easily.
He then thought of several other Booty Bay maps, wondering if they might point to the real royal treasure, as well as the wealth Bessarius had amassed over the years. Perhaps the secrets of these riches could be pried out of the Dreadlord's mouth.
But he had already received enough information tonight, and he needed to digest it for a while. There was plenty of time; when he could control the Dreadlord, all of the demon's secrets would be revealed to him.
Bessarius revealed so many secrets to him in an attempt to gain his trust, and was probably also waiting for an opportunity to control him. It remains to be seen who will have the last laugh.
The secret conversation between the man and the demon continued until midnight. Apart from the soldiers on night watch, there was no one else around. Unas shook his drowsy head and slowly walked towards his tent.
Along the mountain road, a long, winding queue moved slowly forward. The continued good weather failed to ignite any enthusiasm; instead, it made people lethargic, and even Pulhart couldn't do anything about it.
A clear cry echoed from the sky; the Gryphon Rider had returned. Hopefully, he brought good news.
As early as the night before last, Pulhart had sent Gryphon Riders to the Monastery with news of the Argent Dawn's triumphant return and requested assistance from the receiving troops.
He caught the letter thrown down by the Gryphon Rider, quickly opened it, and a look of delight immediately spread across his face. "Order the entire army to advance at full speed! Meet with the reinforcements at Balnir Farmstead before noon!"
As soon as the order was passed down, a low cheer immediately rose throughout the army. The arrival of reinforcements to share the heavy burden of supplies was the best news for the exhausted men, and their marching speed immediately increased significantly.
Balnir Farmstead was the Monastery on the front lines of Tirisfal. The once fertile land here had long been filthy. When the Scourge broke out, the Barnier family, the farm owners, were infected with the plague and turned into ghosts and Zombies that roamed the farm. After the Monastery purified the area, it built a small outpost.
This desolate land was suddenly bustling with activity. The Monastery gathered a large number of laborers to follow the reinforcements, eagerly awaiting the Argent Dawn when they would return laden with supplies.
As noon approached, the Black Sky with a White Sun flag of Argent Dawn finally came into view, and the two teams met up at Balnir Farmstead as planned.
The reinforcements at the farm were a unit of the North Maple Legion, their bright red maple battle robes forming a dazzling and eye-catching sight.
Tyrosus and General Abbendis have always been at odds, and their subordinates are certainly not friendly either, but now only the North Maple Legion still has a large number of men stationed in the Monastery.
Looking at the figure leading the opposing force, Pulhart felt a headache coming on. The other man held a higher rank in the military, so he had to salute first. "Major Herod, thank you for your assistance."
"Pulhart," the burly man in red heavy armor nodded, his posture haughty, "No need for formalities."
"I heard that Lord Tyrosus was seriously injured. I wonder how he is doing now, and if I may visit him?" Asking about the opponent's injuries right off the bat—that's quite direct.
Pulhart wouldn't back down. "He's mostly recovered; it's only a matter of time. Major, you're welcome to visit him."
"No need for that. Since Your Excellency is not in any trouble, I will not disturb you any longer." This statement made it sound as if he would only visit someone if they needed something, which was extremely impolite.
Pulhart suppressed his anger. "If there's nothing else, the handover is in full swing right now, I..."
"I have something to say," the burly man interrupted Pulhart forcefully, "You've had quite a haul this time, but taking in so many alien prisoners and mixing them with humans—it's disgusting!"
"How dare you openly disregard Lord Abbendis's expulsion order! I will not tolerate this!"
"My army will not be used to protect these inferior races; they must be disbanded on the spot and left to fend for themselves!"
"Why can't we accept alien races that are friendly to us and willing to help humanity? The Council of Five is still debating the legality of the expulsion order," Pulhart retorted, unfazed by his tough stance, refuting Herold's points one by one. "These races won't disband here; they will go to Venomspider Gorge, and the Argent Dawn will protect them!"
"Venomspider Gorge? How many men did you lose to open up that stronghold?" Herod seemed even more agitated. "This is just a small price you paid. One day, the Argent Dawn will be dragged into the abyss because of your naiveté and ignorance!"
"The stronghold in Venomspider Gorge is on track, and the future of the Argent Dawn is nothing to worry about," Pulhart retorted calmly, which only made Herold's ugly behavior more apparent. "Thank you again for your support."
This was a signal to end the conversation. Herod snorted, turned around, mounted his horse, and rode away. The hundreds of Northern Maple soldiers he had brought with him followed their commander and turned to leave.
People these days are really something; they'll start a fight at the slightest disagreement.
Fortunately, the laborers who had been summoned were still there. With so much grain here, their pay should be good, and they didn't want to leave empty-handed.
Pulhart sighed. The plague was gone, but he couldn't feel any relief. Herod was right about one thing: the Argent Dawn had indeed paid a considerable price to protect these alien races.
The pressure in Venomspider Gorge is actually quite high, and hopefully the gains from this expedition will improve the situation there.