Tirio Ferdin's horse jumped off his horse, and then searched everywhere for his target, some giant bats were taking off and landing in the distance, he couldn't figure out how these people tamed those ferocious beasts, but from past experience, in order to really tame a species as a mount, it would take at least ten generations of repeated cultivation and screening, eliminating the too wild ones, leaving those who are more willing to be close to humans...... Wait, he saw that his son Tyran was standing in front of the fence waiting, while the two watchtowers behind him hung huge flags dyed red with Lordaeron.

He never imagined that one day he would walk into the camp of the Scarlet Crusaders again...... The undead at the Cowling junction have long since been swept away, the dilapidated houses have been demolished, and watchtowers, fences, ballistas and artillery have turned the intersection into a miniature fortress.

Furding moved closer, trying to make sure his son wasn't being coerced - he saw the excited look on Tyran's face, clearly happy for his arrival.

Not long ago, he received a letter from Tyran, asking him to come to the Kaulin junction in person...... Low-key.

Confident in his fighting skills and concerned about Tyran, Tirio Fording decided to take a risk, and at a distance from the junction, he left a handful of retinues on standby to continue the perilous journey alone—he had failed in his duty as the leader of the Silver Dawn, but after witnessing too many tragedies, he didn't want to be a derelict father again.

Tyran hugged him warmly, and he breathed a sigh of relief that little Mograine's invitation wasn't a trap—or rather, not all of it.

As they walked through the camp, most of them stopped to stare at Old Fordin, some with angry and hateful stare, and Tirio was not at all surprised, the mad Scarlet Crusaders had always considered themselves orthodox, and regarded Silver Dawn as traitors and pagans who had betrayed the Light faith.

But they didn't even copy the guys and surrounded them, which is already a great improvement.

Others ...... It is interesting to see him from those from the Valley of the Hearth, who had been their lord and won the love of all for his justice and gentleness, but who had abandoned them in pursuit of justice, and finally plunged them into the abyss of crusader madness with Tyran.

Old Ferding lowered his head slightly, as if he was apologizing, but he had no regrets.

"I'm sorry, father. ”

"No, Tyran, you don't need to apologize to me for the mistakes I made. Old Fording patted Tyran on the shoulder, and stopped for a moment, for when he learned that Ethanlien was planning to put Tyran to death, some ominous premonition had taken over his entire thoughts, as if it were a revelation of the Light—he had never imagined that he could walk side by side with his son like this.

The child playing with the wooden sword was as tall as himself.

"Thank you for being here in person, I know I'm asking too much. After a moment of silence, they walked forward, and Tyran hesitated, but said softly, "Miss Mograini is a little inconvenienced, so I have to ask you to come over." ”

"Inconvenience?" said old Fordin, who had grasped the point of Tyran's words, but still froze for a moment, and spoke in the same tone as if he had taken these crusaders, little Mograine, for his own people, and he would never have revealed such information if it were not for the fact that he was his father.

He remembered that Tyran had suddenly appeared at the Chapel of Light's Wish more than half a month ago, and he tried to convince his son to stay at Silver Dawn, but Tyran kept rejecting him with a complicated expression.

After the little girl of the Mograini family stabbed Naxxramas in the face, no one doubted that the blood-colored crusaders who suddenly appeared from the west were really fighting against the undead of the Scourge.

If justice can be pursued anywhere, what position does he have to ask Tyran to obey his will?

But he would keep his eyes peeled for Loria Mograine, and he would not tolerate her and her Scarlet Crusaders once again falling into madness.

"You'll find out right away. Tyran sighed slightly, and led Old Fording to the big tent in the center of the camp, where a tall, thin and tough man stared at them by the curtain at the entrance, and his overly sharp eyes were very displeased, and at last, he took a half step back and gave way to the entrance.

"Who is he?"

"Ragnes, a...... Well, the Assassins, they've been preventing a lot of undead assassinations of Miss Mograini lately. ”

Furding frowned slightly in disdain.

The light in the tent was very dim, there were almost a few thin candles to provide a faint light, and it looked like it was going to be extinguished at any time, and what was even more troublesome was the inexplicable low temperature, and the simple armor of Old Ferding was soon covered with a layer of frost.

"I'm sorry. A soft, subtle voice rang out, and the light of magic lit up the space inside the tent, "I'm really feeling a little uncomfortable. ”

Loria's face was not as pale as a living person, she seemed to be trying her best to hang herself in her chair, and the cold breath seemed to come from her, but there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

"Are you alright...... Child. Furding frowned deeply, it seemed that it was not without a price to make a big fuss in Naxxramas, and her appearance as if she was terminally ill was inevitably pitiful.

Loria seemed to roll her eyes, but still answered Old Fortin's question, "It's not a big deal, it's probably to the extent that half a life is lost...... Not really half dead, but ...... Don't worry, just sit down. ”

"What is this?" Old Ferdin, after taking his seat, immediately noticed the garbage on the table—a pile of metal fragments to be exact.

"Well......" Loria twisted her head to the side, "the power of the Scourge has finally completely corrupted it, and the betrayal has overwhelmed it, and finally, it has regained its pure body, but at the cost of destruction." ”

She was vague and strangely worded, but it finally made sense what she was talking about—anyway, because of the undead and the cauldron of betrayal, something had broken like this, and she was right, there was not the slightest breath of the undead on the pile of wreckage.

"This is ......" Tyran frowned, "Ember Bringer?"

There are many versions of the story of Loria overturning Naxxramas, one of which says that she buried her undead father and snatched back the nemesis of the undead, the Ember Bringer.

Loria's head never turned back, but she nodded slightly.

Rao was very familiar with Alexander Mograini and Old Fordin, and he didn't recognize the fragments as the legendary artifact, the Ember Bringer.

Ferdin's father and son showed a look of pity at the same time.