Host and Guest

Under the guidance of Alonsus, Zul'ra stepped into Ascetic Monastery, walking on the clean and white stone road, watching the fountains and statues, as well as the murals and reliefs in the halls describing various the Light deeds, mostly the interaction between the Light and believers.♙💣 ♦🐟

In addition to the magnificent buildings, Zul'ra also saw some Elves and Dwarves Priest. They all saluted Alonsus and cast strange looks at Zul'ra and the Trolls Tooth-Soldiers who followed him.

Alonsus was very polite and kept calling Zul'ra "King of the Amani". Zul'ra was a little embarrassed and asked Tooth-Soldiers to go. While resting, I walked with him and a few Priest by myself, and asked him to change his name to "Zul'ra Jin". The archbishop was also old. After walking with him for a while, he was out of breath and said with an embarrassed smile:

"I'm already old, I'm sorry, Zul'ra Jin."

"I should be the one to apologize. Dear elder Alonsus, maybe you can go and take a rest." Zul'ra looked at the short old man with gray hair and panting, feeling a little sorry.

"Exercise is actually very good for the body, okay! My physical strength can't support it. If you are willing, please allow my apprentice Tirion to be your guide and take you to continue visiting here, Zul'ra Jin." Alonsus smiled and nodded, then shook his head and turned to let a middle-aged Priest behind him with a beard come forward.

"... Of course, elder Alonsus." Zul'ra glanced at the middle-aged burly Priest who had been following Alonsus, and then nodded politely to Alonsus.

"Fordring, take care of Zul'ra Jin." Seeing that Zul'ra had no objection, Alonsus couldn't help but smiled happily and told his apprentice, and Zul'ra couldn't help but blinked after hearing this, it was really Tirion·Fordring!

"Yes, Father." Tirion bowed, and then after Alonsus apologized and left, he accompanied Zul'ra to guide him.

"Hello, my name is Zul'ra Jin." Zul'ra looked at Tirion, who was much shorter than him, and said hello first.

"My name is Tirion·Fordring, Mr. Zul'ra Jin." Tirion said with a polite smile.

"Well, your name is Tirion·Fordring. I remember that there seems to be a Highlord among humans..." Zul'ra couldn't help but squint his eyes. He was really Tirion from the first generation of the Five Holy Knights.

"There is no Highlord here, only Tirion, a believer of the Light, Mr. Zul'ra Jin, please look here..." Tirion stopped Zul'ra with a polite smile, and invited him to come to a stone wall to look at the relief on it. It was a pair of winged angels radiating light, and there was a pious figure under the angel's light.

"This is the scene when the Light first came to us, praising the great the Light." Tirion introduced Zul'ra.

"Mr. Fordring, in your opinion, what kind of existence is the Light?" Zul'ra could feel the alienation of Tirion. Under his guidance, he watched the scene of the Val'kyr angel shining on the believers on the mural. He also knew the allusions, but he was more curious about the legendary person next to him.

"He is Alliance's faith, justice, virtue, and omnipresent." Tirion replied without hesitation, with a sonorous tone in his voice, which not only showed piety but also was a little targeted. Alliance's faith expressed his opposition to Forest Trolls as a member of Horde.

"The virtues of the Light that I see in you, Mr. Fordring." Zul'ra looked at Tirion who spoke with a sonorous tone, looked him up and down and then spoke.

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"..." Tirion couldn't help but froze for a moment after listening to Zul'ra's words. He couldn't react. He didn't expect that Zul'ra would suddenly praise him. Could this be sarcasm? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Zul'ra's expression.

"Don't understand my appreciation? It's very simple. We were once in the enemy camp, but you didn't have any bad words or flattery towards me. You followed the behavior of a host entertaining guests. This is a good heart. I saw the Light from you. Virtue: Tolerance." Zul'ra looked at Fordring who doubted himself, and couldn't help but explain. Regardless of the plot, this Paladin's current behavior is polite and well-founded and neither humble nor overbearing.

"Thank you for your appreciation, King of the Amani. Just like you said, as a the Light believer, we will definitely entertain the invited guests." Tirion Listening to Zul'ra's words, I saw that he was not sarcastic about me, and I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of my doubts. At the same time, he was serious enough to express his attitude. It would be okay if he didn't express it. Could it be that he said that the Light was not tolerant?

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Fordring, please continue to show me around. In addition, I would like to ask you something about..." Zul'ra looked at the normal Priest, nodded his head slightly, and was about to chat for a while about the Light, but a distant war cry interrupted him.

"I'm sorry, Zul'ra Jin, please wait here while I go take a look." Tirion couldn't help but change his eyes slightly when he heard the war cry coming from the direction. That was the direction where Zul'ra and Tooth-Soldierss were resting.

"Maybe there was some misunderstanding and we got together." Zul'ra looked at the direction where the war cry came from, twitched his eyebrows slightly and walked away. He didn't want anything to happen to the men he brought out.

Seeing the tall Trolls leave immediately, Tirion was slightly stunned, and then quickly followed him. He found that this Trolls was not only tall, but also walked very fast, which forced him to trot to keep up with him.

Zul'ra brought Fordring, who was trotting all the way, to the lawn in front of the monastery. His Tooth-Soldiers guards were all arranged to rest on chairs beside the lawn, but at this moment they were facing off against a group of fully armed human soldiers.

"Everyone stop it, stop it." Tirion looked at Tooth-Soldiers who was surrounded by soldiers in the distance, and couldn't help but quicken his pace. This is a sacred palace, and they don't want to see any unnecessary conflicts.

"Sir Fordring." Facing the running Fordring, a sergeant ran out from the fully armed human soldiers and saluted.

"Where are you from? Why are you here suddenly? These are the guests of the Archbishop, put away your swords and shields." Fordring looked at the saluting sergeant, slightly chinned while looking at the Trolls guards who had no obvious hostility, and spoke to the sergeant.

"Put down your weapons, Lord Fordring, these are my guards. Please forgive me, we may have some misunderstandings." A blond young man wearing armor walked out from behind the sergeant. Following his order, the armed soldiers immediately canceled their alert state.

"Arthas Prince..." Tirion looked at the blond young man walking out of the crowd, his face changed at first, and then he quickly lowered his head and saluted.

"Please don't be like this, Lord Fordring, soon I will also be a knight of Silver Hand." The young man looked at Tirion who bowed his head and couldn't help but raise his hand quickly. He raised his hands and said a little shyly but proudly, and then suddenly remembered, before Fordring opened his mouth and pointed at the Trolls who gathered next to Zul'ra, they were a little surprised.

"Lord Fordring, do you think these Trolls are the Archbishop's guests?"

Thanks to "Silent Di" for the reward and support.