Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

After Alaric gave a firm confirmation, a satisfied Vandellor turned to Liadrin.

"This journey to Lordaeron will be the first time you truly leave Quel'Thalas behind," the old priest advised earnestly. 

"Aside from fulfilling your duties as a priest, you should take this opportunity to observe the customs and culture beyond our homeland. 

And if you happen to meet a young man who catches your eye, don't hesitate. I have no objections to you being with someone outside the High Elves."

At those words, Liadrin instinctively glanced at Alaric, only to find that he was looking at her at the same moment. 

Flustered, she quickly averted her gaze, her face turning a deep shade of red.

Fortunately, Grand Magister Belo'vir spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

"You're one to talk—you haven't married yet yourself, so why are you rushing her?" the magister teased his old friend.

"I simply haven't met the right person," Vandellor replied calmly. "At least she still has plenty of opportunities ahead of her."

Liadrin countered softly, "If you two plan on getting married, I think it might be a little too late for that. Now, stop talking about this in front of me!"

The Grand Magister leaned back in his seat, sighing. "Ah, it seems she's following in your footsteps. She's so much like you."

Liadrin barely contained a chuckle. These two had been friends for so long, growing up together and fighting side by side countless times. 

She often wondered what kind of trouble they must have gotten into when they were younger. 

Now, as they approached the twilight of their lives, they bickered like an old married couple, always bringing laughter to those around them.

Yet, the thought of parting from them, even temporarily, made Liadrin feel a pang of melancholy.

"Don't worry, it's only a temporary separation," Alaric reassured her gently. 

"Besides, every family experiences this—children grow up and leave their parents. It's a natural part of life. Only by letting go can parents truly allow their children to find their future."

"I… I understand." Liadrin wiped the corner of her eyes. "Thank you for your kind words. I feel much better now."

"It's nothing," Alaric smiled. 

"After all, Priest Vandellor entrusted me with you. If you ever encounter difficulties or just need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to come to me. There's no need to be reserved."

"Of course. Thank you, Alaric. You're such a good person."

Hearing this, Alaric could only shake his head in silent exasperation.

A 'good person card' right off the bat…

Luckily, Azeroth had no concept of this joke.

Despite Liadrin and Vandellor's reluctance to part, Alaric eventually led his group away from Vandellor's chapel and continued their journey.

Quel'Thalas was not a vast kingdom, and High Elves were not a numerous people, so their journey concluded rather swiftly.

By the end of it, Alleria Windrunner's volunteer forces had swelled to nearly five thousand. 

Over a thousand of them were Farstriders, another thousand were priests from various temples, and the rest consisted of ordinary High Elf rangers.

Although these rangers were not as elite as the Farstriders, they were far superior to human archers and would serve well as reinforcements.

Most of them had joined out of admiration for the Windrunner name, eager to follow Alleria into battle and carve out a future for themselves. 

Alleria, in turn, promised to promote the most outstanding among them, recommending them for entry into the ranks of the Farstriders after the war.

This five-thousand-strong force constituted nearly all of Quel'Thalas's initial military aid to humanity—aside from mage support, which was a separate matter entirely.

For the High Elves, this decision was a compromise. 

They wished to uphold their tradition of non-interference in human wars but were also wary of the demonic forces backing the Orcs. 

Thus, they chose a middle ground: sending substantial reinforcements without deploying their formal military. 

None of the eight major legions were mobilized; the rangers and priests were all volunteers, and the kingdom merely provided them with necessary supplies.

To humans, however, the High Elf reinforcements were a sign of sincerity. After all, no race was as numerous as humans.

Furthermore, the reinforcements consisted of precisely the units humanity needed most—rangers, priests, and mages. 

High Elf warriors and spellbreakers, while formidable, were unnecessary; human soldiers were plentiful, and spellbreakers had little use against the Orcs, whose warlocks rarely appeared on the front lines.

Thus, both sides found the arrangement satisfactory.

With that, Alaric and Alleria led the High Elf army toward the Kingdom of Lordaeron. 

At this stage, the human alliance had yet to fully assemble, and supply lines were still being hastily organized—everything remained in flux.

Meanwhile, Alaric and Alleria had another responsibility: to train the High Elf forces before they faced the Orcs. 

While many had experience fighting Amani Trolls, few had battled alongside humans or engaged in open-field combat beyond the forests.

Of course, Alleria could handle this task alone. Alaric had no intention of spending his time on such trivial matters.

After settling the High Elves in a camp on the outskirts of Lordaeron, he departed for the holy city of Stratholme—accompanied by Liadrin.

His goal was to bring Liadrin to Archbishop Faol and have her transition into a Paladin.

Yes, that was the very first thought that had crossed his mind upon meeting her.

In the original timeline, Liadrin had already demonstrated her talent not just as a priest but also as a warrior. 

Her later rise as the leader of the Blood Knights further proved her exceptional ability. Wasting such talent would be a shame.

Moreover, if Liadrin became a Paladin, the class would likely spread among the High Elves. 

Perhaps this would even grant Quel'Thalas greater resilience against the undead Scourge in the future.

Fortunately, the one who pioneered the Paladin order was Archbishop Faol himself. If it had been anyone else, Alaric wouldn't have considered this plan.

Archbishop Faol was a kind and benevolent man who treated all races equally. 

He would not hoard the knowledge of Paladins for the humans alone, making him the perfect candidate to pass it on to the High Elves. 

Moreover, his immense influence—on par with that of kings—ensured he would not easily succumb to political pressures that might otherwise force him to rescind his decision.

Alaric also realized that the timing was just right. Faol had only recently chosen the first four Paladin candidates and had yet to complete his journey to Quel'Thalas and back to Lordaeron.

Perhaps, if Liadrin was brought to him now, she might have a chance to become one of the first Paladins in history.

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