When Hexia returned to Spineback Mountain Stronghold and told Lothar that the war was over, deafening cheers erupted throughout the stronghold. Naturally, Hexia had brought Durotan along as well. After all, some matters still needed to be settled with Llane in the Stormwind Kingdom.
Seeing the Orc behind Hexia, Lothar frowned slightly, displeasure stirring in his heart. But given the Holy Church's power, he said nothing. The two met face-to-face without exchanging a word.
Hexia took in both their expressions but said nothing, planning to have a proper talk with this junior Holy Light cleric that evening about the principles of the Holy Light. Such a prejudiced attitude was hardly right.
That night, after reassuring the uneasy Durotan, Hexia sought out Lothar, who was still somewhat troubled. They stood atop the walls of Spineback Mountain Stronghold, quietly admiring the moonlight.
"Lothar, you seem unhappy. Can you tell me what's troubling you? You know, within the Holy Church, I am your senior." Hexia spoke with a light chuckle.
Lothar gazed at the enormous full moon, then turned solemnly toward Hexia. "Legion Commander Hexia, I don't understand why you're doing this. Those Orcs all deserve to die."
The smile on Hexia's face gradually faded. "Lothar, with that attitude, you will lose the Holy Light's favor. No race deserves to die. Do you know what the honor and duty of a Holy Light cleric are?" Hexia demanded sternly.
"I don't understand all that. All I know is that the Orcs invaded my country and killed its people. That kind of hatred cannot be set aside!" Lothar retorted loudly.
"And did we not kill their people? What about the mountains of Orc corpses beneath the walls? They have paid the full price for their invasion. In the future, they will devote the strength of