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The wind howled, fierce gusts whistling as they swept past. Like blades, they lashed relentlessly against the skeletons outside Light's Hope Chapel.
The stark white bones moved aimlessly.
With bone swords in their hands, they swayed from side to side in the gale, looking as though they might be blown over at any moment.
On the walls, Tirion Fordring continued his conversation with Darion Mograine.
"Darion, do you know why His Highness Rex sent me to Light's Hope Chapel this time?"
After speaking with Darion Mograine at length, Tirion Fordring finally revealed his true intent. Rather than offer another explanation, he asked a question.
"To drive back the undead, of course," Darion Mograine answered without the slightest hesitation.
"Wrong. You've misunderstood that, Darion. His Highness Rex didn't send me to Light's Hope Chapel to drive back the undead, but to hold it. We cannot let the undead destroy this stronghold and link up their territories into a single expanse, becoming too powerful to contain."
"Does holding Light's Hope Chapel mean keeping all our main forces holed up inside the city, refusing to strike back even when the enemy outside provokes us?"
"It's left morale in the gutter. No one has any desire to fight."
"Besides, these undead aren't their main force at all. They're a diversionary detachment. Their primary mission here is to provoke us. Just like that undead fleet, they're tying down our troops and preventing us from doing anything."
"They want us to keep our troops holed up in the city, facing