Alonsus Faol, the former Archbishop of the Holy Light and the Archbishop of the Faith of the Holy Light, passed away a few months ago and was buried in the cemetery near the Tirisfal Monastery. This chapel was built in his name.
This chapel is quite remarkable.
In the early stages of World War II, Faol believed that the Priest were too weak in combat, and the Warrior suffered heavy casualties because they could not master the power of the Holy Light. Therefore, he combined the Way of the Holy Light with the path of the Warrior, and began to cultivate a brand new profession:
Paladin!
Priest took up arms and learned combat skills, and Warrior who believed in the Holy Light Holy Light and received its baptism, became the decisive force during World War II!
This is where the Order of the Silver Hand were born, and where the first five Paladin received the baptism of Holy Light.
This small chapel contains extremely powerful Holy Light energy. Jiang Jie suspects that even elites of the Death Knight level would be unwilling to approach it, let alone ordinary Undead, because they would be easily purified by the Holy Light.
"Let's go take a look." Jiang Jie remembered a detail from the game, so he approached silently.
He arrived at the door with a slight smile on his face.
He reached out and pushed the door open; the unlocked door opened quickly, and then a cold sword flashed out like lightning!
Jiang Jie was naturally unafraid of an attack of this level.
He didn't even fight back, because the sword stopped abruptly the next moment.
Upon realizing that Jiang Jie was not Undead but a human, the sword stopped abruptly, its tip still pointing directly at Jiang Jie. A Paladin appeared before Jiang Jie, coldly hissing, "Who are you? How did you get here? Speak! Stratholme should not have any living beings! It is a cursed, Plaguelands!"
The Paladin's longsword posed no threat to Jiang Jie. If he wished, he could disarm the opponent in a second and knock him to the ground in the next, or take his life in three seconds.
Even if the sword tip is less than ten centimeters from his throat, it doesn't matter; the other party can't hurt him, absolutely can't.
Jiang Jie did not do that.
He didn't answer the question immediately, but looked directly at the other person.
This was a mid-level Paladin, his armor was tattered, and his knight's sword was also damaged, with an uneven blade, and stained with blood and slime.
He was very young, not even twenty years old, and had been hiding in a secluded place, carefully healing his wounds with Holy Light.
He had many wounds on his body—his legs, arms, chest, and even his face—and there were traces of the aura of the Undead still lingering on them, indicating that he had been injured by Undead! In him, Jiang Jie saw exhaustion, despair, and pain, but also courage and determination!
Clearly, this was a warrior who had fought many battles. As he burned his wounds with Holy Light and drove away the aura of the Undead, he endured excruciating pain that ordinary people could hardly bear, without uttering a sound.
A truly remarkable Paladin!
Jiang Jie looked around and soon spotted several corpses.
There were two Paladin, three Warrior, and one rogue.
The bodies of these men were not intact; their armor was torn in many places, and their weapons were not in good condition. They had died a glorious death after experiencing an extremely difficult battle!
These people still had lingering traces of the Undead on them; it was obvious they had been fighting the Undead!
They weren't resurrected as Undead; they must have been purified by the Paladin's Holy Light. However, it was clear that a mid-level Paladin's power was insufficient to completely purify them, so some Undead aura remained.
At least, they won't be resurrected as Undead!
No, it's impossible here, because this is the Alonsus Chapel, where everything is protected by the Holy Light. No one can resurrect the Undead here, not even Baron Rivendare.
Jiang Jie looked at the Paladin in front of him once again.
A hint of admiration appeared in his eyes. There were no signs of battle here; the bodies of the dead had been dragged here from elsewhere. For a Paladin whose own life was threatened, to have not forgotten to bring his comrades' bodies here to prevent them from being defiled by the Undead —that was truly commendable!
"Speak! Who are you?!" the Paladin shouted sternly.
"There's no need to be so cautious. You know this is the Alonsus Chapel. If Arthas were still alive, this place certainly wouldn't be able to stop him. But those mindless Undead outside can't break through the Holy Light defenses here. Even if Baron Rivendare himself came, he couldn't do it!"
Jiang Jie looked around, finally fixing his gaze on the Paladin: "I come from Lordaeron, I am Her Majesty's special advisor, Earl the kingdom, and a high-ranking commander of the Holy Light Allied Forces. I am the messenger sent by Commander-in-Chief Dathrohan to find you. Now, shouldn't you tell me what happened? And who are you?"
Ten minutes later.
After Jiang Jie presented the token personally given to him by Dathrohan, the Paladin finally put down his sword and told Jiang Jie everything.
He is the leader of the scout team, Oryx Rivendare.
Yes, Rivendare.
He is the only son of Baron Rivendare, the Death Knight deep within Stratholme. He is an uncorrupted Paladin and an avenger who wants to purify his father and bring peace to his soul!
From the day he learned that his father had entered Stratholme, he volunteered to be transferred to the Light's Hope Chapel, and then came to the Northpass Tower, specifically responsible for guarding Stratholme.
He even took on the role of a scout, personally leading a small elite squad to try and infiltrate Stratholme, but unfortunately he was never able to succeed.
After Arthas took control of Stratholme, it became even more impossible.
But then, after Arthas led his 100,000 elite Undead army away from Stratholme, he witnessed the massacre at the Northpass Tower from afar. All the fallen warriors were resurrected as Undead and became Arthas's servants. He suppressed his urge to fight Arthas to the death and then led his squad to sneak into Stratholme.
He underestimated the Undead of Stratholme.
Although those who remained were ordinary Undead with weak combat power, they were still surrounded when hundreds or thousands of Undead attacked, even though each of them was an elite.
Then one by one, the brothers fell.
Finally, he managed to find the Alonsus Chapel, and by taking advantage of the fact that the Undead dared not approach, he survived. Then, he repeatedly rushed into the Undead, retrieved the bodies of his brothers, and purified them with Holy Light, hoping that one day he could bring them back to the Light's Hope Chapel.
Although he knew very well that it was impossible.
Even he himself might die here.
Fortunately, this was the Alonsus Chapel; for them, who believed in the Holy Light, dying here was the greatest honor of their lives.
Those who sacrificed themselves at the place where the first Paladin were baptized will surely not have their spirits defiled by those damned Undead!
Inside the Alonsus Chapel, the food stored there had gone moldy and rotten. The water could sustain him for a few more days, but he didn't intend to endure it any longer. With each passing day, his physical strength and energy would decline considerably, his power would diminish, and even his beliefs might slowly waver.
He didn't want to wait to die, didn't want to wait until he couldn't even lift a sword, to collapse to the ground and die in humiliation.
He wanted to die like a Warrior!
He has decided that once he has rested enough, he will rush out and fight the Undead!
Then, when he was on his last breath, he returned here and lay down next to his brothers.
Then, Jiang Jie arrived.