Perhaps it was the depression in his heart that was vented, and Old Fording quickly perked up. He believes that Tyran's death and all other misfortunes are due to the Scourge Legion. After thinking about this, he decided to accept the invitation to join the Silver Dawn to defeat the Lich King and the Scourge Legion, and to recreate the spirit of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

On the other hand, although Thea agrees to Fordin's offer, she is still resentful that her first hire job failed in the middle of the process. She was eager to find Nathanos and the rest of her companions. However, when he set off, North did not reveal the purpose and specific destination of his trip to Xia, so Xia had no way of knowing North's whereabouts.

However, she knew that Leo would come to the Plaguelands to collect the Tears of Arthas. So she asked Foding where she could get the herb. If you can meet Leo, that's the best. In case something misfortune happens to Leo, she must also take the herb back to the Undercity to the apothecary on behalf of Leo so that Leo's sister can be cured. It was the only thing she could do for Leo, and Thea swore to herself.

Old Fording told her that the plague lands were most common in Stratholme, the former bustling center of the dead and now the land of the dead.

It is said that this herb grew from the tears shed by Arthas, the unfallen prince of Lordaeron at the time, when he ordered the slaughter of the city. Whether there really is such a causal relationship between the two, no one knows. The people who witnessed or participated in this operation in the past, with the exception of Arthas, have died or become the undead scourge they feared in their lifetime. There are only patches left, and there are no blue-purple flowers to be seen elsewhere, mourning the tragedy that once happened here.

"Uncle Fording, I'...... I'm still so nervous! ”

"Calm down, Thea. Stabilization. Furding rode his beloved horse, and looked at Thea, who kept running and jumping around him, with a smile, and felt that such liveliness was suitable for a girl of her age. Our destination is still very early, you are so excited now, be careful that you will not be able to walk for a while. ”

"If you can't walk, grab your uncle's horse and ride it!" Shia feigned intimidation and waved her staff at Ferdin, sticking out her tongue, and for some reason, after turning back into a human (even though she knew it was just a disguise), she felt her temperament become much more cheerful. And along the way, as she and Ferding continue to get acquainted, they get along more casually and intimately, just like a real father and daughter.

At this point, the target of their journey was the Chapel of the Wish of Light, the base of Silver Dawn, to whom Ferding had previously invited him.

On Thea's right ear, the black earring shimmers with a crystalline beauty.

At this time, Sia had become human. Although she still has black hair and red eyes, her appearance has not changed much, but her cheeks have become plump and full, and her complexion is no longer a lifeless pale, but a faint pink. On top of that, under the effect of the magic amulet, her body has the same temperature as ordinary people, and even has a heartbeat and pulse.

"It's amazing." When the magic first took effect, Thea couldn't believe that it was herself who was reflected in the water.

Old Ferding on the side smiled and said, "I said it's no problem, Meranda's magic talisman is of guaranteed quality." ”

"Meranda? Uncle, is that the friend you are talking about? ”

"Yes, she's a dwarf witch and a skilled craftsman at crafting magical items. I don't know how many years she's lived, but I've been in the plague land since I was the Lord of Hearthvale. I helped her a few times at the time, so we had a good relationship......"

At this time, the witch Meranda in Ferdin's mouth is facing an unexpected visit from another of her old friends.

"What a lot of visitors lately! But to be honest, I didn't expect to see you again in my lifetime, tsk, you've barely changed, my old friend, Lord Mares! "She looked like a white-haired old witch of fifty or sixty years old, smiling and standing on a tree stump. But even so, she had to look up to be able to talk to each other.

The other party thoughtfully squatted down and looked at her at eye level, his turquoise eyes were as warm as water. "Don't call me by that name, Meranda. Calling me by my current name will make me more accustomed to the Blightcaster. Nathanos* Blightcaster ......"

"Well, Lord Blightburner, is there anything you need from me, a poor old witch, for your service? For as long as you were alive, I don't remember any good thing you did for me, an old witch. Meranda sat down, and it didn't really make much difference to her standing or sitting anyway.

"Since you said so, then you're welcome. I want to sneak into the Valley of the Hearth, so I'm asking you to do me a favor. North made his request.

Meranda muttered discontentedly. "Why do you have to go to the Valley of the Hearth? It's unfortunate that all of my magic talismans have been taken away recently. If you have to, you'll have to wait a few days. ”

North keenly grasped the message in her words. "Who's been to the Valley of the Hearth lately?"

Meranda squinted at him. "I'm just a poor old witch who makes a living by selling small magical objects, and these things are not my concern."

"Oh...... Good Meranda......" North smiled softly and pulled out a pack of things from the space bag, "Look, old friends haven't forgotten you, look at these, can you remember more?" ”

North opened the package and handed it to Meranda's eyes.

Meranda glanced at it with a pretended reserve, but her eyes immediately glued to the package. She jumped up with excitement. "Oh, good friend, Mar...... Lord Blightburner, you are definitely the good guy who thinks most of all about poor old Meranda!! Give it to me!! ”

North nimbly avoided Meranda's short hand, which she was about to grab, and took the package back to her chest in a delicate manner, and stood up. "Of course I've been thinking about you, Meranda. However, if you hide something from your old friend, the old friend will be sad and will have to leave. As he spoke, he slowly shook the bag in his hand.

Meranda greedily followed the bag in North's hand, her gaze glued to the bag as if it were actually glued to it. "Of course, of course. Meranda is always honest with her friends, never~ Yes, there will be no secrets, haha...... Hahahaha......"

Listening to Meranda's answer, North smiled and smiled gently, as always.