Without receiving a specific appointment, Unas remained idle. He wandered around the command post, found out where Erigor lived, and headed straight there. It was only polite to greet the Argent Dawn's camp since he was there.
The two bumped into each other before they even reached their destination. At first, Erigor didn't recognize Unas, who was dressed in new clothes. But as he got closer, he noticed him, looked him up and down, and teased, "You look pretty good in this outfit. You could easily make any decent woman swoon if you walked around the streets with it."
"I can't compare to you, you great Casanova. I heard you and the Archmage Angela already..."
"Don't mention that woman to me," Erigor interrupted him immediately, quickly changing the subject. "I heard you volunteered to be transferred to Venomspider Gorge? Are you out of your mind? Going to that place to die?"
"That's not right of you. We Paladins are the protectors of the people. How can we be afraid of death? We'll go if there's danger, and we'll create danger if there isn't!" Unas said righteously, trying to suppress the other party with twisted logic.
"Don't give me that crap. Save those words for the girls who idolize you. They make me sick," Erigor said with a disdainful look, then leaned closer and asked suggestively, "Tell me the truth, is it because of your Night Elf lover?"
"How could that be? I only like rich and beautiful women. I have no appetite for the purple skin of the Night Elves." Unas hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head, pretending to be surprised and guilty as he desperately denied it.
Erigor fell for it as expected, looking like he'd known all along. "Our Brotherhood of the Light about to make its mark in the Eastern Plaguelands, and you're just thinking about romance all day long. You're really holding us back."
Unas chuckled inwardly. "I knew the more I denied it, the more he'd believe it. Let this idiot think that way. It'll be even better if it gets out; it'll give him even more reason to go to Venomspider Gorge."
"By the way, how many people Brotherhood now?"
"The number of people is meaningless, and this is a confidential matter. Only I, as the chairman, am qualified to know. You just need to follow orders."
They didn't even dare to mention the number of people, so it seemed things weren't going very smoothly. Unas didn't reopen old wounds, but still expressed his dissatisfaction. "Why does it sound like I've become your subordinate? Maybe when the appointment comes down, my rank will be higher than yours."
If Unas really became the Warden of Venomspider Gorge, his position, disregarding rank, would indeed be higher than Erigor's.
"We're all brothers in the Brotherhood, no one's superior or inferior," Erigor said dismissively. "Now I have a task for you. I'll give you three spots to recruit new members in Venomspider Gorge. Remember, we only want the elite of the elite."
Unas scoffed inwardly; there was no real benefit to be gained, so who would want to join? This idiot had absolutely no sense of procedure. But not wanting to dampen the enthusiasm of a young man, he could only say, "No problem, leave it to me."
"That was satisfying! You truly are my good brother!" Erigor punched Unas's breastplate hard, but the latter didn't budge. He looked surprised. "You were the last to wake up during the Holy Light Infusion. Everyone knows you must have gained the most. It seems you've indeed become much stronger."
"Of course."
Unas, carried away with his pride, raised his arm in a bodybuilder pose, showing off his strength, unaware of Erigor's ill intentions. "Come on, let's go to the training ground and test your Sanctification results."
Unas then realized that Erigor was trying to take advantage of him again. Well, that was just what he wanted to do; he wanted to see just how much he was worth now.
After officially joining the Argent Dawn, they can use their own training grounds and are not afraid of being bothered by Bei Feng's people. The two found an open space, picked up their training weapons, and began to confront each other.
As soon as he stepped onto the field, Erigor clearly sensed something was wrong. Unas's momentum was far greater than before, so he couldn't help but put aside his playful attitude and start to take the situation seriously.
Neither of them had removed their armor, making it difficult for the wooden swords to injure the armored areas. Therefore, only the head and joints were effective targets. This was an advantage for Unas, because in terms of offensive skills, he was far inferior to Erigor, who had received military training from a young age. However, in terms of defense, his progress was astonishing; he hadn't been taking beatings for nothing these past few days.
After Sanctification, Unas's attributes were greatly enhanced. He felt that his physique and strength might no longer be inferior to Erigor's, and he might be able to fight him. If he could guide the battle from a contest of sword skills to a brute force confrontation, defeating him was not impossible.
Thinking this through, Unas decided to abandon his defensive advantage and go all out. He charged forward, roared, and thrust his sword forward.
Erigor was taken aback when Unas broke the stalemate. He nimbly dodged the attack and swept his sword towards Unas's armpit.
Unas felt a sharp pain in his armpit. He ignored it and instantly clamped his arm together, trapping Erigor's weapon. Unas seized the opportunity to stab Erigor in the head. Erigor turned his head to dodge the attack, but lost his balance.
Unas slashed downwards, and just as the wooden sword was about to strike his opponent's neck, Erigor decisively abandoned his sword, ducked, and rolled away to escape his attack range.
Unas stared in disbelief at the wooden sword tucked under his arm. According to the rules of the training sparring, disarming the opponent meant victory, and he had won so easily?
"This round doesn't count," Erigor, his face darkening, starting to whine. "If this were a battlefield, I would have chopped your arm off from under your armpit first, and you would have died on the first strike."
This argument seems reasonable at first glance, but it's actually just sophistry. It's not a battlefield, but a training ground. Erigor underestimated his opponent, thinking that Unas would be unable to move in pain after being hit hard under the armpit. But Unas had been transformed and not only withstood the blow, but also locked his weapon.
Seeing that Erigor was a little embarrassed, Unas didn't argue with him. He could understand Erigor's feelings; it would be hard for anyone to accept being suddenly defeated by an opponent they used to be able to completely crush.
"Again!" Unas threw the wooden sword to his opponent, and the second round began. This time, Erigor dared not underestimate his opponent and regarded Unas as a real opponent.
Unas used his old tactics, employing wide, sweeping strikes and slashes, trying to force Erigor to fight him head-on. Although Erigor saw many of his weaknesses, he dared not attack rashly, so he resorted to hit-and-run tactics to find an opportunity to strike decisively, thus creating a situation of one chasing and the other fleeing.
After fighting for a while, Unas's relentless attacks were consuming a lot of stamina. If this continued, he would definitely be worn down and killed. He had no choice but to use the unique skill of the tank class in the game - Taunt.
"Brother President, how come you're being chased all over the place by a newbie like me?"
"Lord Nicholas, the way you jump around is like a circus monkey, and the way you run away is just like a dog."
"You're not a woman, are you? You're even harder to get than Miss Whitemane."
The duel between the two also attracted some bored onlookers. Every time Unas made a sarcastic remark, the audience would burst into laughter, and Erigor's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Shut up!" Erigor, whose anger had reached its peak, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He roared and swung his sword fiercely to meet Unas head-on.
At that moment, Unas swiftly sheathed his sword, took light steps, and skillfully dodged Erigor's attack. The latter missed his target, leaving his back wide open. Unas's wooden sword flashed out, striking Erigor squarely in the exposed back.
Although the armor prevented him from being injured, the force pushed Erigor's already unbalanced body to the ground, and Unas seized the opportunity to step forward and place the tip of his sword against Erigor's neck.
"I lost." Erigor released his weapon, no longer trying to cheat.
Unas laughed and pulled him up. "Hehe, you're the one who taught me this trick."
"Very good, you've graduated," Erigor said, his feelings a mix of shame, honor, and finally, a touch of anger. "But I didn't teach you those sarcastic and cutting words!"
"Haha, I don't need to be taught that, I was born with it." Unas chuckled again, his sharp tongue was also a form of fighting power.