Bishop Faol sighed softly, "I once thought I could rest in peace without a care, but I'm afraid the cruel truth behind this world won't allow me to escape like that."
Tirion listened to the Bishop's words, a hint of confusion in his brows, "Faol, sir… what do you mean?"
"Tirion, in the brief span of death, I learned some things, which prevented my soul from fading into silence in chaos." Faol, after emerging from his coffin, tidied his bishop's robes. "Even if Arthas hadn't summoned me like this, one day I would have awakened anyway, but then, whether I could have found myself again would have been a question."
While Tirion was lost in thought, Faol smiled at Lothar, who was standing nearby, and greeted him, "It's good to see you again, Lothar."
"You too," Lothar rubbed his nose, "Thanks to this kid Arthas, old guys from a previous era like us can meet again."
"It is a good thing to be needed." The Arch-Bishop nodded gently. He then looked at Arthas, a hint of relief showing on his gaunt face, "I am very pleased that you possess the power to overturn this world, yet have not been blinded by it."
Arthas merely shook his head, unsure if he was unwilling to accept Faol's praise or had another meaning, "It is not a good thing to have to bring the deceased back into the fight."
"You are right, we cannot force the dead to resurrect, but those who are willing to fight for our world will gladly accept such an opportunity."
With that, Faol took off the bishop's miter he had brought into the stone coffin with him before his death and placed it inside. After that, he took off his bishop's robes, leaving only the simple ascetic robes underneath.
"Arch-Bishop Alonsus Faol is dead," Faol gently summoned a holy light, and an invisible force closed the opened stone coffin again. "I am now just an ordinary practitioner."
"No… Bishop, the Silver Hand will welcome your return." Tirion sensed Faol's intention and tried to persuade Bishop Faol to stay.
But Faol merely smiled gently at Tirion, "Tirion, although I still believe in the Holy Light, the living belong to the living, and the undead belong to the undead. We cannot be mixed again."
"But this is only temporary. I believe that one day, after we fulfill our destiny, everything will return to normal."
After explaining to Tirion, Faol then said to Arthas, "I'm afraid I cannot go directly to Icecrown Glacier. The Holy Light is calling me. I need to fulfill some… missions."
Arthas did not ask in detail what kind of information Faol had received, but he trusted the former Arch-Bishop of the Holy Light very much. Moreover, at this time, perhaps Faol could indeed receive some premonitions through the Holy Light.
In fact, Arthas had not initially intended for Faol to go to Icecrown Glacier, as it was not a place for developing the Holy Light, and Faol's role there would be very limited.
While undead who use the Holy Light are not unheard of, they are definitely considered anomalies, because each time they use the power of the Holy Light, the undead themselves feel a burning pain. Although not fatal, it is not something that weak-willed undead can endure.
Therefore, when a person dies and is still protected by the Holy Light, it is enough to show that the person's will and spirit are impeccable.
Alonsus Faol was precisely such an undead. His close connection with the Holy Light allowed him to receive certain messages in the dark, guiding him to take certain actions.
"I need to travel to the continent across the sea. There, I might find the answer." Faol made a request to Arthas.
Arthas nodded affirmatively, "In three days, there will be a supply fleet heading to Kalimdor."
"Your arrangements are still so meticulous and orderly, but upon arrival, I should act alone." The Arch-Bishop said with a hint of apology, as he was using Arthas's resources but could not offer any immediate return.
"I understand. If you need anything, you can contact me at any time through soul communication, and I will find a way to help as soon as possible."
Faol's lips curled slightly, "With your help, I should be able to complete this journey smoothly."
...…
Ding-ding~
A crisp bell sound echoed from the docks of Theramore. Over a dozen majestic warships, marked with the Kul Tiras anchor insignia, docked in the port of Theramore. Daelin Proudmoore walked down the gangplank from his flagship, the "Sea Sovereign," onto the land of Theramore.
"Father~"
Daelin looked towards the front of the dock at the sound, his daughter running towards him. The Naval Commander's solemn expression softened, "Jaina, it truly pleases me to see you well."
"I'm not a child anymore, I know how to take care of myself." Jaina took her father's hand and said softly, "But I still miss you very much."
Jaina usually studied and lived in Dalaran, rarely having the opportunity to return to her homeland, Kul Tiras. In recent years, she had probably visited Lordaeron more often than she had returned home.
And her father also rarely stayed on his castle throne in Boralus. Daelin preferred to ride his flagship, enjoying the feeling of riding the wind and waves on the vast sea.
Although the two had had significant disagreements a few years ago due to conflicting ideologies, under Arthas's persuasion and guidance, Jaina's relationship with her father had returned to its former state.
Naval Commander Daelin felt more of a sense of disappointment towards his former daughter. He watched Jaina grow from a little girl into a graceful young woman, clearly understanding Jaina's kindness and innocence.
Daelin's strict and radical education of Jaina during that period was simply because this father did not want his daughter to make a big mistake in the future due to a momentary act of pity and benevolence.
In his eyes, the orcs were not worthy of pity. He did not believe that a race could atone for indiscriminate slaughter against another race. Coupled with his son's sacrifice in the Orcish Wars, Daelin's hatred for the orcs could be said to be the deepest among current Alliance leaders.
However, now, the Naval Commander's view on the Orc issue had softened considerably. As Arthas said, endless war cannot solve the problem; it will only perpetuate hatred until the last Orc or Human falls.
This was precisely the scenario the Burning Legion most wanted to see, and it was one of their usual methods for destroying world after world.
Daelin might not have been fully aware of the threat of the Burning Legion, but as a ruler, he also knew that waging such endless wars would only bring immense losses to the nation and its people, with no other benefit.
In recent years, Lordaeron and Stormwind had both been on the rise. As a maritime nation, Kul Tiras relied primarily on trade for its development. This shifted Daelin's focus to the state of his nation, and he no longer blindly pursued revenge.
Daelin gradually calmed down and sobered up from the grief of his son's death. He began to realize that now was not the time to settle scores with a bunch of defeated dogs, but rather the golden age for the Alliance's development.