"Dad, are all orcs bad?"

"My son, race is not an honor to make, and one should not judge those who are different from oneself. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Date: 9/15/23/Blackgate/Location: Western Plaguelands - Scarlet Crusader Garrison - Hearthvale

The old man was in good spirits, and when he saw Darien, he couldn't help but hug him excitedly like a hairy boy.

Although Darien was a little overwhelmed, the friendship of his father had obviously flowed through his blood: "Uncle... Uncle... Who are you?"

The old man secretly wiped the corners of his eyes, he hadn't seen a living person for too long, he hadn't seen a familiar person for too long: "Darian, you have a pair of eyes like your father, and your overwhelmed eyes now are exactly the same as when Alexander first joined the barracks!"

Darian somewhat understood, the person in front of him must be the legendary one... The Great Paladin: "Uncle Ferdin?"

The old man laughed loudly, hiding the tears that flowed: "Of course it's me, the last time I saw you, you were a frail baby wrapped in swaddling clothes." ”

The old man's name was Tirio Fordin, one of Azeroth's greatest heroes. He was one of the first five paladins and fought in the First Human-Animal War, the Second Man-Animal War... Countless enemies were destroyed on the battlefield, but after that...

Memories of Fairbanks:

After the Second Great War of Man & Beast, the five paladins returned to the royal city of Lordaeron, and King Terenus set up a feast for the heroes.

King Terenus was already a little drunk, and he had just kicked out the minister who advised him to take care of his health from the royal court: "Today. . . Today is the sixth year since the opening of the Black Gate, and we have completely defeated the orcs who tried to enslave us (thunderous applause and cheers from the audience), which of course (the king raised his voice) This is of course inseparable from the sacrifices and efforts of all those present, and those who were not there or who have died in battle, all of you are worthy heroes! On behalf of Lordaeron, I salute the heroes who lost their lives!" The king humbly rose from his throne made of silver and prayed something to the heavens.

Immediately afterward, the two kings of Gilneth and Kurtilas followed suit, and then the remaining three kings also stretched out their arms and prayed to the hollowed-out dome (the kingdom of Alterac in the Seven Alliances of Mankind betrayed the alliance in World War II to protect itself, allowing the orcs to pass through the Alterac Valley easily, so they were not present at the celebration banquet). ）

The king's actions led everyone in the audience, led by Pope Alonsos Fao, to perform a pious ceremony, raising their arms and closing their eyes, imagining their friends, their families, their voices and smiles.

Suddenly, a child's voice broke the silence of a thousand people's prayers. It's right next to the top of the five paladins. At Tirio's feet, an innocent child was tugging at the corner of his father's clothes, his face flushed, as if he wanted to ask his father something terrible.

The child, who was only seven years old at the time, asked his father at an inopportune time: "Daddy, are all orcs bad?"

First there was a dead silence in the royal court, and then there was a burst of laughter among the happy people who received the goods, and some of the people in the crowd were visibly drunk, and they were babbling to explain to the child, and for a time there was a lot of noise.

Tirio didn't laugh with the others, he was known for his old and steady among the five paladins, he crouched down, put his hands on Tyran's shoulders, and said with a serious face: "My son, race does not mean glory, and people should not judge those who are different from themselves. ”

His words, as always, pierced everyone's eardrums, and the noisy crowd fell into a dead silence again, followed by a whisper without much goodwill.

Mograini was dumbfounded when he heard this, and hurriedly stood up to play the round for his old friend: "Our Tirio is drunk, take off this holy garment that shines with golden light, and we are all just half-buried old men." Don't criticize a drunken uncle, today is a sleepless night, let's dance!" Under Alessandros's humorous words, people gradually forgot the words that pierced people's wounded hearts, and they all danced in the courtyard of the royal court.

Several knight lords also relaxed, and General Tulayan took his wife's hand and entered the dance floor. The audience was crazy about this talented woman. General Tulayan's wife was a High Elf dressed in a green ranger's coat, and her proud figure, graceful dancing posture and beautiful face attracted the envious gaze of every man present.

She is Blair's wife, Sylvanas's sister, and the elven ranger Aurelia Windranger. Actually, Blair had just been standing on the sidelines, but Fairbanks barely saw this inconspicuous girl in his memory, so I could only judge by his peripheral vision.

Mograine was drinking with Ferdin, occasionally secretly exchanging words, and every now and then Alexander patted the old fellow on the shoulder.

Uther Lightbringer was still praying with his eyes closed, his heart was not only concerned about the safety of Lordaeron as a nation, but also about the happiness and beauty of the entire world.

Saidan Dassohan was dressed in a red robe, and he was dressed like the current Scarlet Crusaders, presumably the one who founded the Crusaders. He was now constantly watching the movement around him, as if an army of orcs would descend from the sky to continue their killing spree.

After a long time, Fairbanks' gaze was a little blurred. Tirio said something to Mograini with a determined face, and Mograini was shocked and waved his hands, and the two argued.

The next day, Tirio submitted his resignation to King Terenus, and was content to fight again unless anyone else wanted to destroy Azeroth. After several attempts to keep him, King Terenus was unable to do so, and gave Tirio a castle in Keldaron for retirement.

This incident shocked everyone who knew Tirio well, and everyone felt that the iron-clad man was really old, and people lamented the reality of the hero's aging.

Only Mograine knew that his old friend had encountered a knot, and they had killed countless enemies on the battlefield and cut off the heads of those tenacious orcs. Tirio felt that he was no different from the invader, his hands were covered in blood, and because the other party looked different from him, he was about to throw the accusation on the head of the alien race.

As the months passed, Azeroth calmed down like never before, and at the gracious suggestion of King Terenus, most of the orcs were imprisoned in a concentration camp, where they were allowed to reflect on their brutality and bloodlust. The haze of orcs gradually became a vague concept from people's minds.

One night, Fairbanks accompanied Alexander back from a patrol, and Alexander confided in his close comrades: "Banks, I'm a little worried about Tirio, he... I always feel that something is wrong, can you spy on him for me? I don't want anything to happen to him, my dear old friend. ”

Fairbanks agreed, he was a priest, but unlike ordinary priests, Fairbanks was good at disguising his own aura, and he could use the light to create a natural breath like the flow of air, without anyone noticing.

Tirio named the castle and the surrounding manor as the Valley of the Hearth, and Farbanks could only lurk outside the walls, waiting for Tirio to go out, and even if Fordeen went to buy some of his favorite food, it would prove that his mood was on the right side.

A few hours later, Tirio finally rode out, carrying a crude bow and arrows on his back, and had stripped off the Nautilus's sacred armor given by the king, dressed like an inconspicuous hunter.

Farbanks was in hot pursuit, but Tyrio wasn't too anxious to move his horse.

Tirio's arrows were so precise that in less than half an hour he had caught three hares and a roe deer, and he skilfully skinned the booty, taking only the best meat and hanging it on a cargo rope beside the saddle.

Living like a wild man, Ferding set up a campfire in the wilderness, barbecuing the delicious meat that was simmering and oily. The smell of the smell attracted not only a black bear, but also a green lurker staring at the food on the barbecue。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)