It wasn't as lively as she had imagined, a dwarf peddling to adventurers was driven away by two Silver Dawn guards, and not far away, several explorers were passing a scroll of paper to each other, discussing their next move, they were going to the north to explore the ruins of the forest trolls in order to complete the famous chronicle of the Azeroth race, but there were too many dangers along the way, and there were not many mercenaries to protect them, and a night elf with a lion's head tattooed on his shoulder was glaring at an orc, the guards had noticed them, but as long as they didn't use their weapons, these black-faced silver dawns don't seem to bother to pay attention to them either.

A rabble.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, she suddenly noticed a woman in a robe, and it was the pattern on her cloak that caught her attention—a burning red flame, the coat of arms of a bloody crusader.

Of course, she didn't send anyone to come here blatantly, so she must be a crusader of the Hand of Tyr, Loria thought of the news she had heard before, it was said that the Hand of Tyr was now under Bricht's control, and she didn't know if she still knew herself.

She silently followed the woman, strangely enough that the guards of the Silver Dawn did not stop her, but only stared at her strangely, as if they all knew her.

Loria didn't squint and put on a nonchalant look, she didn't know if the guards were watching her, but they didn't stop her either, and just like that, she entered the interior of the Chapel of the Light's Wish, which looked not much different from the Scarlet Monastery, both built in the heyday of the kingdom of Lordaeron, with ornate carvings and huge stained glass that seemed to tell the light to favor the most powerful kingdom on earth.

Now the light is dusty, and Lordaeron is destroyed.

She circled the antechamber and followed the woman through the winding passages, and saw her enter a room with a long table, and she tried to follow it, but was stopped by the paladin at the door.

The stern-faced Silver Dawn Paladin gave a grim look through her sealed helmet, stopping her in her tracks, and glancing again at the interior of the room, where there were a dozen humans, several of whom were apparently Alliance officers, and the most conspicuous was the one on the side of the long table...... Undead.

He should be called the Forsaken, Loria pouted, not expecting Silver Dawn to publicly contact the undead and the Scarlet Crusaders.

The people in the room had apparently noticed the little girl who had been standing in front of the door for a long time and was reluctant to leave, and looked at her, but Loria only smiled at the Scarlet Crusader woman and walked away.

Some of the rooms were locked, others were guarded by guards, and she walked out of the chapel and into a garden, where several people were standing in front of a cemetery with their heads bowed in the distance, and she hesitated a little before walking over.

"As far as I know, he has only one living family member, but are we really going to hand over the relics of a Silver Warrior to a Scarlet Crusader?" an old man holding the box muttered to a grim face, "What should I do?"

"It's okay to do this kind of thing, he's a true warrior, and now that he's back to the bosom of the earth, can't you remember it quietly?"

A dwarf growled in a low, rude voice, and he looked in a very bad mood.

The priest recited the eulogy softly: "May he go to the place of tranquility of the Light, a paradise free from strife, death, killing and desire." ”

"Is that also called heaven?" the dwarf seemed to be upset with no one, and scolded the priest, his face flushed with damp red, obviously having drunk too much, "Then I'd rather cut down more undead in the dark world, and may the Light not call me there." ”

"That's enough, you all shut up. The cloak man said in an old voice.

The dwarf sighed and stopped retorting, and the others fell silent, as if the person who had just spoken was very dignified.

Loria felt that the voice was surprisingly familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere, and she took a few steps closer when the dwarf suddenly turned to look at her, and shouted at her angrily, "Go away, this is not the place for you." ”

The earth under the tombstone was freshly turned, and these people seemed to be mourning someone's death, and she might have rolled her eyes and walked away if someone yelled at her, but now the tombstone seemed to attract her.

Very, very bad feelings.

"Kids. The man in the cloak was also watching her at the moment, his face full of pain, and the wrinkles and the gray hair on his forehead together made him look very old, "Come here." ”

Loria had recognized him, Tirio Verdin, she had seen him in the woodlands outside the Hearthvale, but she couldn't remember the situation at the moment, why she had let her pass, and the fear began to creep in.

"You ......" Fording tried to say something, but he didn't say it, he took a step back and moved away from the new grave, and the others didn't know why, but they also took two steps back.

She came closer, and finally read the words on the tombstone—he bravely sacrificed himself in the face of the most evil and powerful force in the world, saving the lives of countless colleagues and keeping evil out of the sanctuary.

"Darien Mograini, Ashbringer and son of Alexandros. ”

She whispered the last line, she should have expected it, didn't she, her father died in the battle with the undead, and he didn't know where his bones were, and he was probably already a member of the Scourge, that's what Renault told her, but where did this panic come from?

Why is the soil beneath this tombstone so fresh that it doesn't fit in with its surroundings?

"I should have recognized you, pink hair is rare, and you are so similar to your mother. "It's all my fault, I should have brought you here so you could see him...... We're constantly storming the lines of the Scourge with the Scarlet Crusaders, and someone has brought back news of your grandfather, who has been ...... Controlled by the scourge and serving the Lich King without glory, your father could not bear the desecration of the deceased, and he led his men to raid Naxxramas and bring relief to your grandfather with his own hands. ”

"He died in Naxxramas?" Loria couldn't believe how calm her voice was, as if she wasn't talking about her biological father, but just whoever, she only felt stiff and even began to have tinnitus.

Darien wasn't dead yet, and then he found her while she was asleep, and now he's dead?

There was a force that seemed to drag her into the darkness, a cold numbness running through her body, and she could have found a warm shelter that she had never had, but she had inadvertently lost it forever.