The first paladin in history, the Grand Master of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the legendary hero of the Orc War, countless dazzling auras shrouded the same person - Uther, the Lightbringer.

Uther was the most devout believer in the Light, and the Light bestowed upon him the highest glory, and in a prayer, Uther was revealed to learn the art of resurrection.

During a battle, Uther cast a spell to resurrect a soldier who died in front of him, and the legend of the Lightbringer and the resurrection spell spread.

Later, under the questioning of the people, Uther personally confirmed the legend, which brought him a higher reputation but also great trouble.

Everyone thinks when their loved one dies: maybe the Lightbringer can resurrect my beloved.

Despite Uther's repeated and public emphasis on the limitations of resurrection, people still flock to it, and the death of a loved one can make noble people go crazy, and wherever he goes, people come to him with corpses.

In fact, death from illness and natural death can only last for a few hours to a few days even if they are resurrected, and resurrection cannot get rid of disease or prolong life, but no one wants to let go of the chance to live again.

The magnates of various countries even regarded him as a life-sustaining talisman, circling around him like a fly. Finally, Uther, who could not be bothered, came up with a solution: to teach others the art of resurrection.

If every Light caster could learn Resurrection and make Resurrection as widespread as Holy Light, many of the problems would no longer be a problem.

He recorded his understanding of the resurrection technique and made it available to all the priests, but unfortunately, there were so few people like him who were pious and at the same time had a very high affinity for the Holy Light that no one had been able to learn this spell.

He was even more heartbroken by an insanity pastor who murdered several innocent people in order to test the resurrection.

This finally made Uther determined, and he made the resurrection technique a forbidden spell, and announced that he would never use it again for the rest of his life.

While the corpses in the cave were burned by the raging fire, Purhart told Unas stories about Uther and the resurrection.

"Not many people believe that you really know how to resurrect yet, and you'd better not spread it out everywhere, or it will cause you more trouble than you think." With one last word of advice, Pulhart walked over to his men, who had little time to talk as they retreated.

In this way, it seems that he will resurrect the art and really have to keep it a secret, Unas thought secretly.

Uther's identity and status make it difficult for others to ask for him and not to persecute him, but Unas has no guarantee, once the resurrection technique is exposed, he may be kidnapped and locked in a cage to become someone else's exclusive lifesaver.

It seems that before he becomes stronger, he can only secretly resurrect others, just carry forward the spirit of selfless dedication, do good deeds, leave no name, and be an unsung hero.

Fortunately, there are only a few people who can be sure that he will resurrect the technique, Pulhart don't worry, since he told Unas this, he will definitely keep it secret for him, Gordon is no problem, Darien and Whitemayne are not very reassuring, it seems that they need to be told again.

The fire gradually went out, and people blocked the entrance to the big cave with earth and stones, and the cremation was completed.

The blue child showed half of his face in the night sky, the horn of departure sounded, and Purhart stepped on the ice embankment first.

Unas and the members of the vanguard were assigned to the middle of the line, guarding the women and children who had been saved by him.

Beryl came to him with a small bag of food: "Brother Unas, do you want me to help?" ”

"Thanks, no need." Don't call me brother, I dare to agree if you call me grandson.

Unas was carrying two large bags on his shoulders at this time, and two small bags under his armpits, and his entire upper body was almost covered, looking very difficult, but in fact, his basic strength was already three times that of ordinary adults, plus the blessing of the king, it was no problem at all.

Although the women and children were not required to carry food as well, they took some of them more or less as rations on the road.

The ice bank was still strong, but the ice around it was beginning to show signs of melting, and the big-headed doll-like Unas ran back and forth for fear that a child would fall.

The whole team is moving forward with a load, and the speed is naturally not fast, the blue child has revealed the whole picture, and the people behind the palace have not left the island, but fortunately, the forsaken did not find fault and made way on the other side.

Presumably, Sylvanas didn't want a full-scale war with the Abbey, which is why he repeatedly tolerated Silver Dawn's unpunctuality.

The armies of the Forsaken retreated on either side, leaving the path of the Silver Dawn in the middle, and the threat was palpable.

When Purhardt reached the opposite bank, he handed over the task of leading the team to one of his subordinates, and he himself stopped at the bridgehead on the shore of the lake with a small group of guards, and found that the situation seemed to be different, and he wanted to press the team behind.

Unas finally reached the shore of the lake, and he handed over the task of guarding Earl while he himself walked into Purhardt's party, as several paladins in front of him had done so.

He lowered the four sacks on his body and looked around at the Forsaken.

Most of them are skeletons and zombies, but unlike the undead that Unas has seen since he crossed over, the first impression is that it is clean and tidy.

The undead he had seen before were all in tatters, rotting and filthy, and the stench of their bodies alone could push their enemies back.

The undead in front of them were all dressed in clean armor and battle robes, the shadows under the uniform red hoods hid their terrifying faces, the exposed skeletons of the skeleton soldiers shimmered with metallic luster, and the bodies of the zombies were almost repaired.

Looking at the whole platoon, it gives people the feeling of an elite regular army, unlike the skeleton zombies under the Dreadlord who know that they are cannon fodder at a glance.

Sure enough, they are the forgotten who claim to have their own will, and the human nature of loving beauty has not disappeared with their lives.

The others around them didn't have the idleness of Unas, and the hands clenching their weapons showed that they were nervous, and it was not impossible for the enemy to break the contract, and if this was a trap set by Sylvanas, now was the perfect time for her to launch.

The tension was like a year, and the slender line slowly crept up, and people continued to join Poorhart's escort.

It wasn't until the soldiers at the back of the palace were out of the Forsaken's range that everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the Dark Queen didn't mean to turn her face.

As a group of dark shadows on skeletal horses sped out of the ranks of the Forsaken, Unas craned her neck only to see Sylvanas and her Dark Ranger finally appear.

Purhart took a few steps to meet him, the Dark Queen's team stopped in front of him, the two nodded to each other and said hello, Sylvanas didn't mean to dismount, she looked down at Purhart: "Mr. Paladin can you make the way?" I can't wait to see the island at night. ”