The paladins followed close behind, quickly copying the Shamans' operating model.
In the Eastern Plaguelands, Grand Lord Tirion Fordring, whose mindset had always been exceptionally open-minded and progressive, announced the official opening of the Holy Light Secret Hall deep beneath Light's Hope Chapel. It would serve as a gathering place and sacred professional ground for all paladins across the world, allowing them to commune with the sleeping heroes at close range and gain insight into the Holy Light.
That secret hall was an enormous mausoleum, containing the buried spirits of countless paladins. The power of the Holy Light there was so dense it practically bubbled.
Like the Shamans' Maelstrom, paladins from all over the world were welcome at the class hall regardless of faction, affiliation, specialization, or mastery. They could exchange experience and improve together.
With this arrangement, even if Arthas the Lich King were revived and another battle at Light's Hope Chapel broke out, he would only lose even more miserably. This time, they would not even need some artificial naaru Holy Light core.
Come on, then. Fight us. If you dared tear down even a single brick from Light's Hope Chapel, countless brother paladins would pour out from underground the next moment and surround you for a good look—and a good beating.
What was wrong with you, little brother? What were you trying to do? Start a fight? Brother paladins all over the world were watching you. Come on, fight.
Mm... no, no, I wouldn't dare. I was just passing by for a look. I wanted to take a brick home as a souvenir.
Meanwhile, the class hall for the Dawn Knights, close relatives of the paladins, required no further consideration. It was directly established at Dawn Cathedral on the mountain behind Stormwind Keep, with Grand Duke Bolvar