I sat at the table, waiting for the story to continue, when Old Fording looked at me, smiled and said, "It's rare to see a quiet adventurer like you now, so concerned about an old man's story." ”

I smiled at him, stretched out my finger and shook it,

"First of all, you're no ordinary old man, and secondly, I like to hear stories like this, and I know that Triig isn't dead, he's still in Orgrimmar Donsar's brains, so tell me what happened to this story?"

Old Ferding nodded, put his pipe to his mouth again, and said slowly,

"When the flames burned, I thought Triig was dead, and I thought I was going to lose that friend, but a few seconds later, the cloudless weather suddenly turned cloudy, and then a torrential rain hit Stratholme, can you imagine that? ”

"The orcs rushed into the square of Stratholme, led by the blue-eyed orc, Thrall, he personally brought the orcs to save Triig, they didn't kill a single human, they rescued those orc prisoners of war, and brought me with them, apparently, Thrall also heard about me and Triig. ”

Old Ferding took a deep puff of his pipe, and in the smoke he took it from his mouth,

"That was the first time I worked with the orcs, I took them to avoid the pursuit of the Silver Hand, I know, my brothers let the water out, they know that I am also among the orcs, so the most elite veterans are not dispatched, just let the inexperienced recruits come out to practice, I have to thank them, my old brothers, even in the most difficult times, they never gave up on me. ”

But Triig was dying, he was dying from the scum, he had been burned by the fire, Thrall's elemental magic couldn't even save him, and he was dying in the harbor of the Hillsbrad Hills. ”

"At that moment, I fell to my knees in grief and prayed to the Light to save this kind orc in front of me, he didn't deserve to die here! As a result, something unexpected happened, and the Holy Light responded to me again, can you imagine? A paladin who has been deprived of the power of the Holy Light has actually been approved by the Holy Light again. ”

Old Ferding shook his head, his left hand opened, and a warm light floated in his palm, this scene stunned me,

"You see, the Light also thinks that I have done nothing wrong, so it mercifully does not abandon me. ”

Ferdin's face was full of smiles, warm and peaceful, and he looked at me,

"Triig's story is over, and I finally decline Thrall and Triig's offer to invite me to Kalimdor and return here alone, the Sordo River, where I can guard my family, even though they all thought I was dead. ”

"My wife was seriously ill 3 years ago, I quietly went back to see her, she was proud of me until she died, and I was sorry for her, her last wish was for me to watch our son Tyran really grow up, of course I would do that, that was the most important thing in my life. ”

"Tyran has grown up, and like me, he has become a paladin, and on the day of his promotion, I hid in the crowd and watched my son put on the knight's armor and be recognized by the Light, and I was very happy, you know? ”

Speaking of this, Old Ferdin's expression darkened again,

"But Tyran made a mistake, he saw with his own eyes how the fallen Prince of Arthas slaughtered his own civilians and resurrected them as the undead, he saw the destruction of Lordaeron, it was a catastrophe, and I experienced it, my brother Uther, died in battle with his disciple Arthas, I wanted to help him, but in the face of the endless sea of the undead, even I couldn't. ”

"The whole of Lordaeron has become a place of death and calamity, and Tyran has vowed to stop it, so he joins the Scarlet Crusade, but you and I both know that the organization is insane, and its leaders are my former comrades-in-arms, General Abydis and Archprositor Ethanlyon, both of whom have fallen into a fanatical, indiscriminate faith, which is dangerous, and I don't want my Tyran to become a madman like them. ”

"So I beg you, help me find the battle flag, and the toy war hammer I gave to Tyran when I was a child, and they put it in the west, and they made a "tomb" for me, and Tyran buried it with his own hands, and I hid in the forest and watched, and there is a beautiful oil painting that I asked the painter to paint for our family, which should be kept in the archives of Stratholme, and they used it as "incriminating evidence" for me Stay there and get these things to prove my identity, and then I'll go with you to the Valley of the Hearth, where Tyran is stationed, I can't get near the Chapel of Light's Wish, I can't let the old brothers know I'm alive, it will cause unnecessary trouble for Tyran. ”

Old Fording gave me one last look, and he bowed solemnly to me,

"Please help me, help an old man who is eager to save his son. ”

I shrugged, and that was a very welcome request, which meant I had to go deep into the now ghoul-infested tomb, find a battle flag in a place surrounded by trolls, and finally go to Stratholme.

That damn place is now half controlled by the undead, and the other half by the Scarlet Crusaders.

Old Fording is right, the Scarlet Crusaders are a bunch of crazy people, they don't care if I'm alive or dead, they don't believe anyone but their own.

Hell, I'm going to have to deal with three of the toughest forces in the Eastern Plaguelands at once.

I looked at Old Ferdin, hesitated,

"Yes! I promise you. This is the reward for this wonderful story, and wait for my good news, Mr. Fordin. ”

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I lowered my pace and walked down the streets of Stratholme, surrounded by no sound but the meaningless roar of the walking corpses and skeletons.

I hate this hellish place, and of course, I've said that a million times.

The search for the Warhammer in the Crypt went smoothly, the ghouls didn't even notice I had been, and the brainless fools only used their noses to find prey, but I'm an Assassin, and getting rid of the smell was a breeze for me.

The process of finding the battle flag was not so difficult, Zurmatha's rotten moss trolls had been infected by the undead plague, most of them had turned into walking dead, and the battle flag that old Fording said was thrown into the lake there, thankfully, there was no plague in that lake, so it took me 2 hours to find the broken battle flag in the silt at the bottom of the lake.

And finally, there's the picture.

This was the most difficult task, and I was able to get the exact location of the painting through some of my friends who specialized in inquiring about the news, and it was a headache that the painting was disguised by Old Fording and thrown into the warehouse of the Scarlet Crusaders, which meant that I had to get over the undead who occupied most of the city, and then infiltrate the area controlled by the Scarlet Crusaders, praying that it would not be discovered by the madmen, and steal the painting.

Hell, I regret it!

You shouldn't have agreed to Old Ferdin's request for help, it's just playing with your life!

As soon as I showed the slightest clue, those bloody crusaders would pounce on me and tear me to pieces, God, I looked into their eyes, and the viciousness and indifference revealed in those numb eyes were no different from those undead outside!

But luckily, I had a good mentor, and I didn't let go of my hard-earned skills, and under the protection of the shadows, the paladins didn't notice me, and I passed them and walked slowly into the Scarlet Crusader's fortress inside Stratholme.

The crude traps they had laid along the way didn't hurt me in the slightest, and those guys thought these rat-catching traps could be used against a skilled assassin?

They're just daydreaming!

Yes, I did!

Hiding in the shadows, I looked back at the traps scattered all over the place, and I couldn't help but give myself a thumbs up, Long live the Night Elves!

I moved my fingers and walked slowly through the fortress that was supposed to be the large barracks of Stratholme, I had to find the warehouse, find the painting, and make another stroke along the way.

I heard that none of the belongings had been transferred since Stratholme was burned by the Prince of Arthas, and my companions were afraid of this place, and few of them ventured here, and most importantly, they did not have the precise maps provided by Old Fordin, and perhaps I would be the first lucky one to get a piece of the pie.

Soon, I found the hidden warehouse!

A bespectacled blood-colored crusader officer was sitting and working inside, and I glanced behind him, who was writing and drawing in a notebook, seemingly calculating something, too complicated to read.

I turned the dagger upside down and slammed the handle on the back of the hapless man's head, and the guy immediately lay on the table with his head covered, and after a few seconds, the snoring sounded, a trick I'd used countless times, and he would faint for at least four hours.

But looking at the dark circles on his eyes, it might be a good rest for him.

I jumped out of the shadows, moved my arms, and began to pick and choose through the warehouse, and in one corner I found the disguised painting, and I tore the surface of the landscape and a very fine oil painting jumped into my eyes.

Sure enough, it was Old Fordin, who at that time looked young and mighty, dressed in the black gowns of the nobles, and with elegant monocles, and sat next to him a graceful and luxurious lady, with a veil, but at first glance a real noblewoman, gentle and peaceful.

Finally, there was the little boy standing beside them, four points like Old Fordin, dressed in a small gown and holding a cane, and behind them was the sparkling Lake Daron Mill, which at that time was still the fiefdom of the Barov family, a beautiful place for the nobles to play.

At the bottom of the painting, there is a line of flowing text,

"Love & Family"

"A gift from Riverey to Mr. Tirio's family. ”

This should be the name of this painting, sure enough, it is very appropriate, I nodded, put it in my backpack, if this painting is not wanted by Old Fording, I must get it, this must be a masterpiece, even if it is not, I will take it back, store it on the Black Coast for 200 years and then take it out, I will definitely be able to buy it for a big price.

It's only 200 years, I'm a Night Elf, I can live at least 10,000 years, and lo and behold, that's the advantage of age.

I hummed a little song and was about to leave, but just as I turned around, I found a box in the corner, very old, with marks of being burned by flames, I walked over and pried it open with a dagger, and then what did I see?

A box full of pearls, each one radiating a soft holy glow.

I couldn't help but bite my tongue to see if I was dreaming, and the sharp pain told me that it wasn't!

I'm rich!

This little pearl, which is inherently possessed of evil-destroying properties, is called the Crusader Orb, and it can be sold for a real good price anywhere, and selling this box, no, only a third of it, is enough for me to live a truly prosperous life in my hometown of the Black Sea.

Tsk, thanks to Old Fordin!

Thank you to him for making me a rich man, but before I can do that, I'll have to find a way to get this crate out, which won't be a big deal for the great Night Elf Assassin.

Trust me, it's simple.