Finding the Holy Light was never going to be easy.
Noah had known that from the beginning, especially given his understanding of its nature.
He never expected to obtain it through prayer or faith.
What he wanted was simple.
To truly feel the essence of that power.
Once he understood its core, he would let the system take over.
That way, he could attempt to acquire this unique force within this world without being tricked by something like "faith."
Unfortunately, Noah felt his luck was terrible.
He had arrived in the wrong era.
That alone made everything awkward.
Was this time period dangerous?
Not really.
Sargeras stood in front of him, Gul'dan behind him, but neither was truly insurmountable.
Khadgar and Lothar would be enough to deal with Sargeras.
Noah remembered the movie clearly.
Those two resolved the matter without much trouble.
Lothar even had time to rush barefoot onto the battlefield to retrieve Llane's body.
As for Gul'dan?
Noah wasn't sure of his exact strength, but his Fel magic was undeniably disgusting.
In close combat, Noah admitted he wouldn't stand a chance.
But if he opened with Time and Space?
Even if he couldn't tear the warlock into spatial fragments, dumping him into an infinite Mirror Dimension should be possible.
Even if Ner'zhul or some other shadowy figure was backing him, Noah vaguely remembered that those characters didn't become relevant until much later.
Where they were now, he had no idea.
And even if Noah did kill Gul'dan, he doubted the others would immediately come knocking.
This wasn't the era of true chaos yet.
The heavy hitters were still busy setting their own stages.
The real opening act of the Warcraft era wouldn't begin for decades.
Take Arthas, for example.
The owner of the most infamous sword of filial piety.
At least, that was Noah's understanding.
Whether it was accurate didn't matter.
Worst case, he could just run.
If things truly went south, he could always unwrap "Cooco," who was currently masquerading as his scarf, and let her have a proper meal.
"So in the end," Noah muttered, "where am I supposed to get this radiant energy?"
His mood dipped.
Did he really have to stay here for decades?
If that was the case, he would rather leave.
Even if it meant abandoning that Deathwing dragon avatar.
When Noah thought of Benedictus, he had no desire to go looking for trouble.
But thinking of that man reminded him of someone else.
Specifically, the teacher of that super double-agent.
Wasn't his name... Alonsus Faol?
A memory surfaced.
Long ago, when Noah and his friends played the game, they used to argue about who truly led the Silver Hand.
Noah had been convinced it was Uther.
His friend told him he was wrong.
They argued endlessly.
In the end, Noah lost badly.
Because the true leader of the Silver Hand wasn't Uther.
It was an old man from Lordaeron.
Alonsus Faol.
"Maybe I could pay this old man a visit," Noah murmured.
"Wait. Is he even old yet?"
Now that the name had surfaced, Noah wasn't about to ignore it.
"But where is he right now?"
"And... which direction is Lordaeron, exactly?"
As a mage without a map, Noah's frustration was difficult to describe.
That frustration lasted several days.
Mostly because he didn't know how to casually bring up Faol to Llane or Lothar.
As an outsider, he naturally wouldn't know the man.
To gather information, Noah wandered Stormwind a few times.
He heard nothing useful.
The upside?
He experienced the local atmosphere.
And even stopped by Goldshire for a mug of Lion's Pride Stout.
Just as Noah was sinking into quiet irritation, Lothar suddenly sought him out.
"Hey, Master Mage," Lothar said. "I was wondering what your plans are for the near future."
"Is something wrong?" Noah asked, spreading his hands.
"Lothar, right? That's your name."
"That's correct," Lothar nodded. "Let's do this properly. My name is Anduin Lothar. It's a pleasure."
He shrugged lightly.
"I remember you took down quite a few orcs. We're planning to investigate the orc situation again. Would you be interested in joining us?"
"Investigate the orcs?" Noah tilted his head.
Garona had already been redeemed.
He nodded.
"Sure. It's boring staying here anyway. I'll help."
"But I hope you can do me a favor in return when the time comes."
A favor?
Lothar frowned.
Ideally, interactions-especially with someone as unfamiliar as Noah-should be without strings attached.
He had no idea what a mage like Noah might ask for.
What if it was unreasonable?
What if it was something he couldn't provide?
After weighing it carefully, Lothar decided blunt honesty was best.
"What kind of help do you need?" he asked directly.
"The locations of magic organizations," Noah replied without hesitation.
He hadn't mentioned Faol yet.
He would figure that out later.
"You know I'm a mage. Isn't it normal to visit such places? And I'd like access to some magical records."
"That's all?" Lothar blinked, then nodded quickly.
"Deal. I can give you that information right now."
"No rush," Noah shrugged.
"After we get back."
"You're not going anywhere. Neither am I."
That settled it.
To be honest, Noah was genuinely interested in this world's magical knowledge.
Although his own magic leaned closer to Shamanism or something adjacent, he was fundamentally different.
Unfortunately, he had no access to their systems.
He was curious.
Could the Shamans here use resurrection magic?
He doubted it.
Too many people had died without returning.
If anything, Necromancy was more impressive.
That was the school that truly pulled souls back from death.
Noah didn't care whether magic was labeled "evil."
His path was already set.
There was no risk of corruption.
Still, thinking about how long it would take for Necromancy to even appear gave him another headache.
"Forget it," Noah thought.
"I should be prepared to leave empty-handed."
With a quiet sigh, he set out with Lothar and the others.
The force wasn't large.
But this was a scouting mission, not a battle.
The numbers were sufficient.
Noah remembered this mission.
In the original course of events, it ended in disaster.
They were nearly wiped out by Durotan-Thrall's father.
That wasn't happening this time.
Because Noah was here.
"Master Noah," Khadgar suddenly asked, closing his book out of boredom, "what did you think of the orcs we encountered that day?"
"And... have you ever heard of something called 'Fel'?"
Of course I have.
Noah mocked internally.
Outwardly, he maintained his composure and smiled faintly.
"Before arriving in your universe, I truly hadn't. Is that green substance that devours everything called Fel?"
"Yes," Khadgar nodded.
"It's exceptionally evil and terrifying. It also seems to empower the orcs."
Isn't that just standard Shaman behavior-wait, Gul'dan is a Warlock.
Noah shook his head, stopped overthinking, and replied casually.
"I didn't feel any particular empowerment."
He didn't feel it?
Those words immediately caught everyone's attention.
Lothar.
Garona.
The soldiers behind them.
Many of them had accompanied Lothar and Medivh during the first investigation.
They still remembered that hellish scene.
This foreign mage had clearly fought those orcs.
How could he not notice the difference?
Yet admiration crept in despite themselves.
Noah looked thin.
Frail, even.
His oversized black robe concealed his physique entirely.
No matter how they looked at him, he was just a human.
A human facing an orc should have died instantly.
Yet Noah had emerged unscathed.
More than that.
He had frozen every orc that attacked him into statues.
That kind of strength was impossible to ignore.
"Can you tell us what happened back then?" Lothar asked after some thought.
"I want details. It'll help me judge their strength."
"Well..." Noah hesitated, looking conflicted.
"I honestly don't know how to describe it."
After a long pause, he sighed.
"Let's put it this way. I was attacked the moment I landed."
"They couldn't break through my magic shield."
"How strong is your shield?" Lothar asked immediately.
He felt he'd touched on something important.
"Uh..." Noah thought for a moment.
"I think if all of you attacked it together for an entire day, you probably still wouldn't break it. Roughly."
The expressions around him soured instantly.
"After that, I used a rather technical spell."
"And then they were frozen."
"Just like what you saw."
"..."
"So I honestly don't know how strong they are," Noah finished calmly.
"I'm not lying."
"What do you think?"
"..."
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