Eliminate Renault ahead of time? Putting aside how to eliminate him, even if you succeed, the first person to turn on you would probably be Ashbringer himself.
Secretly breaking his legs or severing his tendons during battle to prevent him from fighting will reduce his aggro and doesn't necessarily require physical intervention; it's a less-than-ideal solution.
However, Renault is merely a puppet controlled by a demon. Eliminating one puppet is only a temporary solution; the demon will inevitably find a new assassin to achieve its goal.
So where is the mastermind behind the assassination of Ashbringer — the Dreadlord Balnazzar? Has this demon already devoured Dathrohan's soul and taken over his body?
Everything will have to wait until they return in triumph two days later to see the situation for themselves. Unas touched his heart. There was Dreadlord here too. He wondered if Bessarius would be able to recognize his kin.
If Dathrohan is already possessed by a demon, what should be done with him? This is a real problem.
The two men were too different in status. Dathrohan was one of the highest leaders of the Monastery, while he himself was just a quasi -Paladin whose own past was not clean. Rashly exposing him might backfire and cause trouble for himself.
Unas's eyes were unfocused, his thoughts seemingly wandering elsewhere. Seeing this, Erigor called out impatiently, "Hey, what are you thinking about!"
Unas snapped out of his daze, looking completely bewildered. "Huh? What did you say?"
Erigor pouted in dissatisfaction and repeated, "I said, the three lords aren't just returning for the anniversary celebration; they'll probably be recruiting more soldiers to go to the Eastern Plaguelands. The Argent Dawn will also be involved this time, so we won't have many days to rest before we're off again."
"What about Lordamere Lake? Didn't you swear you'd launch a counterattack? That's related to the Tyr's Ruins ancient guardian god of humanity."
"Plans can't keep up with changes. Stratholme is far more important than a legendary ruin. Let the Forsaken be smug for a while longer," Erigor said helplessly. All his previous pronouncements had come to nothing. "Moreover, Tyr's Hand, the City of Holy Light, has advantages over Farshire and Hearthglen in every aspect. Our strategic focus may shift to the Eastern Plaguelands in the future."
That's fine. Unas doesn't want to clash with the Forsaken from the bottom of his heart. Sylvanas always gives him a feeling of invincibility. At least in the game, the Queen's luck is still good.
As for Tyr's treasure, once Sylvanas understands the conditions for opening Tyr's Tomb, she may back down, as gathering the bloodlines of all three races seems impossible at the moment.
The two talked for a while, and most of the morning had passed. Unas was yawning and could barely keep his eyes open, but Erigor was completely oblivious and showed no intention of leaving.
Unas had no choice but to dismiss him directly. "Go on with your work, I'm going to sleep."
"Sleep? How can you sleep during such precious daytime hours?" Erigor shouted exaggeratedly, as if rebuking a heinous criminal, but he quickly revealed his true colors, "I heard you and Joseph Gordon have been secretly training for three days. I'd love to see the results of your training."
You're itching to torture someone again, you bastard, but I'm not afraid of you anymore.
"I'm afraid you can't withstand my Flame Slash." Unas stood up, revealing his Firekiss. Faint flames immediately clung to the sword, radiating golden-red light, and the temperature in the room rose sharply.
"Gordon really passed on the legacy of the Flame Knight to you!" Erigor had already guessed this, but the revelation of the answer still greatly shocked him.
"Hmph," Unas, holding his fiery sword motionless, though he dared not move for fear of accidentally setting the house ablaze. He was merely bluffing. "Now you know how powerful I am."
Erigor stepped back, staring at the glowing, gleaming sword with admiration. "With the legacy of the Flame Knight, your destructive power on the battlefield is indeed greater than mine."
Before Unas could feel smug, he changed the subject again. "However, basic training can't be rushed. Your sword-holding posture isn't standard enough; you must practice more."
Coach, I want to sleep, is that okay?
Unas groaned inwardly, but it was no use; he was eventually dragged out the door.
The two arrived at the training ground, where Darian was chopping wood at his usual spot. Surprisingly, Sally Whitemane was also there. Seeing the beautiful woman's back, Unas's sleepiness vanished considerably.
Since returning to the Monastery, Whitemane had disappeared without a trace, supposedly to recuperate her long, white legs. Now that she has finally reappeared, it seems her injuries have healed considerably.
She reverted to her attire from their first meeting—the same breathtaking Priest robe—only now she held a long white staff in her right hand for support. Her smooth, silver hair cascaded down her back, seemingly radiating light. The contrast between her alluring body and the holy staff was simply captivating.
However, the silver-haired prosecutor had the backing of the Inquisition, a fearsome reputation, and a powerful sugar daddy, so no one dared to mess with her. Therefore, no one dared to approach her within a radius of more than ten meters. Only the gazes focused on her proved the charm of this silver-haired beauty.
"You've finally arrived!" Darian exclaimed enthusiastically as he spotted the two approaching from afar.
Unas and his companion approached quickly. Whitemane turned back and gave them a slight nod, a strange smile playing on his lips.
Darian took a few steps forward, feigning reproach, and said, "Erigor, you went to find our demon-slaying hero early this morning, why are you only coming back now?"
"Haha, we lost track of time chatting." Erigor chuckled, then turned to Unas and said, "The other person Lord Tyrosus nominated is Darian. You two will become comrades in the same rank, which is quite rare. Unlike me, who was all alone when I was promoted."
He spoke pitifully, but Unas still sensed the pretense and ruthlessly exposed him. "Give it a rest. All the blessings of the crowd are bestowed upon you, and the glory that one person receives must be shared by ten. Don't try to play the victim in front of us."
Erigor chuckled, "Son of Ashbringer and Holy-favored the Demon Slayer Heroes, although there are ten of you, you two are destined to be the most eye-catching stars!"
Although Darian was also pleased to be nominated, he was probably tired of this mutual flattery and gave a few perfunctory replies before falling back to what Erigor had to say.
He grabbed a training wooden sword and tossed it to Unas: "Haven't seen you for a few days. Let me test the results of your secret training."
"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, but my swordsmanship hasn't improved at all." Unas gave him a brief explanation of the secret training content. These things would be exposed sooner or later if he used them, so there was no need to keep them a secret.
Darian seemed genuinely happy for him, saying, "Congratulations, new 'Flame Knight.' This title will surely be added before your name soon."