Unas returned to the island in a daze, perhaps Erigor was right, his soul had indeed been taken away by the banshee.

The paladins welcomed him back to the makeshift camp, and everyone looked at his face and thought that the negotiation had turned out badly, and no one asked questions for a while.

"You were yelling at something just now, so we thought you were attacked, and we almost rushed over." Erigor gave him a punch.

Unas could only smirk and fool over: "Hehe, it's nothing, the scenery on the lake is too beautiful, vent your feelings." ”

"What is the outcome of the negotiations?" Finally someone asked.

Unas told the other party's conditions, and everyone seemed relieved, and Pulhart asked, "How long will it be before the blue child appears?" ”

"She said there was still more than an hour."

Pulhart continued: "What about the exact time?" ”

The paladins looked at each other, and no one could answer, and someone said, "I'll go find someone to count the days." ”

A group of illiterate paladins, Unas secretly complained in his heart, how to lead troops to fight in the sky?

"Well done, Unas you have done another great job, I will recommend you in my report, I am looking forward to the day when you officially join the Silver Hand." Taking advantage of this gap, Purhart honored the heroes.

"Thank you, sir." Unas was sincerely grateful, he had come here alone, and he always had no sense of security, and if he could join such a powerful military organization as a backer like the Silver Hand, his heart would be much more stable.

Several paladins around him congratulated him, and he returned the salute one by one, these people are all future colleagues, and they can't lose their politeness.

At this time, the guy who was looking for someone to count the days came back: "Report to the adult, there is still one hour and twenty-three minutes before the blue child appears." ”

"There's plenty of time, everyone has to get ready to go before that, and Sylvanas won't tolerate a second time." Pulhart commanded loudly.

"Yes!" The paladins immediately split up, and Unas ran to Bethrys' granary, where he wanted to be a happy porter for a while.

……

The white lady finally appeared in the sky, and in addition to the guards of the captives, the entire army of Silver Dawn gathered in front of the two large caves behind the small hill.

Two hundred and eighty-nine men were killed in the battle, and there were countless corpses of the enemy, most of which were burned on the spot by the fire of the Dreadlord's sacrifice, and a few remained, now carried into the granary, each covered with flammable firewood.

Due to the threat of the undead, the people of Lordaeron have long since abandoned the custom of burial, burning the corpse to ashes in order to avoid disturbing the peace of the dead.

Now the Silver Dawn is powerless to carry away the bodies of the dead, but it cannot be left to the forsaken - it is a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and can only be cremated on the spot.

The armory was empty, and there was still a little left in the granary, but Silver Dawn didn't have the time or manpower to get them out—except for the women and children, everyone and the animals were already carrying more than they could load.

Let these grains go to heaven with the fallen soldiers, leaving them behind is also an enemy, although the forsaken do not need to eat, but it does not prevent them from exchanging this grain for other supplies.

Unas's space bag was stuffed to the brim, and he had a few sacks of wheat at his feet, ready to carry on his shoulders - any waste was a shame.

Pulhardt was delivering a eulogy, and his impassioned speech was followed by a moment of silence, after which the fire would be lit.

Unas walked up to Pullhart, and when he finished speaking, he asked him to take a step to speak, but Pullhart did not refuse.

The two walked to an empty space, and Unas hesitated to speak, "Actually...... I'll resurrect it. ”

"I've heard this rumor." Pulhart's face was calm.

Seeing that he was not surprised, Unas was a little strange, thinking that he didn't believe it, and explained: "But my resurrection technique can only resurrect one person in twenty-four hours, and I have already used it today, and it is Darien Mograini who has resurrected him, and he is now in the wounded barracks on the other side, and you can ask him for verification later." ”

"No need to verify, I believe what you said is true, you are a brave saint, not a liar." Pulhart's tone was still calm.

Unas is even stranger, the resurrection technique is so worthless? He continued: "I will be able to resurrect one more person by tomorrow afternoon, and if I leave three bodies to burn now, I may be able to resurrect two more the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow." ”

He didn't dare to say what would happen after tomorrow, and with the level of corpse decay after that, the resurrection technique might not be successful.

"I don't think you can." Pulhart's tone was affirmative.

"Why?" Now it was Unas's turn to be surprised, why was he so sure.

"I've also studied resurrection, and the existence of this legendary spell is due to Azeroth's first paladin, Uther the Lightbringer." Pulhart looked up at the night sky, as if remembering the spokesman of the Light,

"Lord Uther admits that he can use this spell, but in the end he declares resurrection a forbidden spell, do you know why?"

Unas shook his head, why should such a powerful spell be banned?

Pulhardt explained: "There are many restrictions on resurrection, such as what you said that you can only resurrect one person a day, and as far as I know, there are other restrictions, such as the body must be preserved in general condition, the person who separates the body will never succeed, and the time of death must be within one to two hours, after which the chance of success is infinitely close to zero, which is why I think you can't succeed." ”

Unas didn't give up: "It's good if it's not zero, I can give it a try tomorrow." ”

"It's not just the limitations of the spell itself, but also the impact it brings, it's impossible to die in a big battle, and among so many dead, who should be chosen to resurrect?"

"Whoever you choose, the friends and relatives of the other fallen will be dissatisfied, and I think Lord Uther must be troubled by this too."

"Have you figured it out? Of the 289 people who died this time, who do you choose to resurrect? Even if you succeed tomorrow and the people you have chosen will appreciate you, be prepared to face the wrath of the families of the deceased. ”

Unas was stunned by him, he didn't think about it that much.

Pulhardt continued: "The Light teaches us to treat all human lives equally, and while it is true that Baron Tairossos's life is much more important than that of an ordinary soldier, no one would be foolish enough to preach such a theory. ”

Unas knows that the "all men are created equal" in the American Declaration of Independence is actually the biggest lie, but people still have to defend it because it is the political correctness of Americans.

"But there are other reasons for Lord Uther to finally announce that he will no longer use resurrection." Pulhardt seemed to have run out of words, and sold off.

"What is the reason?"

"We'll talk about it later, the time for silence is over, it's time to light the fire."

Purhart and several officers walked to the entrance of the cave with torches, chanted a few sacred verses in unison, and finally threw the torches into the greased firewood.

A crackling sound sounded, and the raging fire quickly spread throughout the cave, and the aroma of barbecue, corn, and wheat mixed into Unas's nostrils, reminding him of the barbecue street in XX Square.

In this solemn and mournful moment, thinking of this, Unas had a ridiculous feeling in his heart.