The wheat field is sandwiched, and the autumn is cool.

Stratholme South Avenue is bustling with business travelers and pedestrians. The two rode side by side, frequently attracting the sideways of passers-by, and after seeing the silver hand logo on the robes of the two, most of them showed respect.

After the formation of the Knights of the Silver Hand, they received a lot of admiration from the people. On the battlefield, they are soldiers who charge into battle and inspire their comrades, and in peacetime, they are doctors who save the dead and help the wounded.

"Oryx, you really are...... Did you fall into a coma because of the Light? Briggie called him by his full name in a rare way, and the two of them usually called each other nicknames in private.

Oryx looked like I knew it was incredible, but it was the case, and replied with a wry smile, "I didn't lie......"

"No, no, I didn't mean that!" Bridget realized she had asked a stupid question and hurriedly stopped Aurix.

She was a very devout believer, and after taking over the Scarlet Crusaders, she quickly made a decision that led to the descent of the Scarlet Crusaders due to the "revelation of the Light" alone.

It turns out that the so-called revelation is nothing more than a plot by the Dreadlord Marganis to control the Scarlet Crusaders and seek the interests of the Burning Legion master when the tribes crusade against the Scourge Legion, which has already defected from the Burning Legion.

Bridget was assassinated, and the fanatical followers who followed her were led to the point of no return by Marganis, who was incarnated as Barry Weswin, and became the tools of Nasrezm.

Even now, this woman's steadfastness in her faith is far beyond the normal range, although she is not as fanatical and blindly obedient as in later generations, as long as the matter involves the word Holy Light, it is no different from suddenly receiving a 50% reduction in self-thinking ability.

She didn't care if Orix was lying, she just thought that she was asking the wrong question, and no matter what, she had the feeling of questioning the Light and questioning the faith, which was unacceptable in any way. But how to ask, she couldn't think of it for a while.

After spending a year with them, Oryx became aware of the over-pious nature of the Scarlet Crusader leader of later generations, and said solemnly, "I know it's incredible. But I firmly believe that the Light has chosen me and revealed to me a terrible calamity. I have an obligation, and a duty, to prevent such a catastrophe from coming. ”

Bridget frowned deeply, "What exactly do you see?" ”

Oryx fell silent, and after a while, he turned to look at her and asked in a deep voice, "I just want to ask you, will you believe me?" Or rather...... Will you believe in the Light? ”

"Of course!"

Oryx stared at his companion for a moment before re-glancing ahead.

If you don't have the identity of a paladin, it's no wonder that you don't talk about holocaust prophecies and be taken away as crazy. He could dump the blame on the Light, after all, the Light practitioners of this era, whether they are priests or paladins, always have a slightly narrower understanding of faith.

This companion, like many paladins, thinks that the light only shines on humanity—what a stupid, self-contained, arrogant religious outlook!

The High Elves of Quel'Salas next door, although they do not have such a large faith organization as the Church of the Holy Light, have been mastering the use of sacred spells (Holy Light Spells) for thousands of years, and in terms of the future of the Holy Light (rather than the reverence for dogma), they are no different from humans.

Although they only had close contact with humans 2,800 years ago and during the Second War, the matter of the High Elf Divine Spell Practitioners was never something that was completely unknown to the general public because of their lack of contact.

Such a narrow view of religion is completely selective blindness, and it is simply undesirable.

But he needs people now, even if it's just a grass platform. After all, his qualifications are still shallow, and he didn't leave himself any prominent status, so he can only work hard to change history.

And Bridget Abydis, although the biggest flaw is the narrow religious view, but the flaw is not hidden, after all, this is also a heroine who can lead the Scarlet Crusade in East Lordaeron for many years after the older generation is almost dead, regardless of growth potential and current ability, is very outstanding.

The key is to be easy to deceive.

Rivendell Manor is more than a dozen kilometers from the city of Stratholme, and it takes about half an hour to ride a horse and trot it over. Now just over halfway through the journey, you can already see the forest outside Stratholme.

Oryx is really not in a hurry, walk slowly, and avoid the catastrophe of the meeting, think about the future, and take a look at the scenery by the way, why not.

It was almost noon.

The two rode side by side, and neither of them spoke. Oryx wondered how to make up nonsense in front of his colleagues later, and Bridget didn't know what to think.

But as he walked, he heard the sound of drums in the distance.

Knock knock knock......

Everyone on the road was in a state of flux, especially the older travelers who had lived through the tragic years of the Second War.

Because this sound is so familiar, it is the sound of orcs' war drums!

Sure enough, after a while, a pillar of smoke rose from the city of Stratholme, pointing far away at the sky.

People panicked.

Recently, there has been a lot of news about the hills of Hillsbrad, and it is said that the orcs gathered under the leadership of an orc gladiator trained by humans, breached all the shelters, and even razed Dunhold Castle with strange elemental magic that had never been seen before, but it seems that there is no idea of continuing to march north to accomplish what failed to accomplish more than a decade ago.

It seems that these green-skinned monsters also know that although the Lordaeron army looks strong on the outside, it is not something that they can fight against now, a group of decadent prisoners who have just been imprisoned for more than ten years and lack of armament.

Why is it really hitting East Lordaeron now? It's a long way from there, 500 kilometers away! How did they get here?

Why is it not reported? Didn't the local standing forces along the way find them? Why is there no block? Why let them into the hinterland of Lordaeron?

And what's wrong with Stratholme, is it being attacked by orcs?

For a while, all the pedestrians on the road panicked. Some are talking to each other, and some have lost their square inches, so they turn their heads and go back. The shadow of the second war was too deep, and the elite orc troops that attacked Quel'Thalas at that time were the High Elf kingdom that they entered through Eastern Lordaeron, burning and looting along the way, causing a deep psychological shadow on the civilians.

"What's going on? What happened? ”

Bridget was also a little alarmed, and the orcs had struck the Stratholme area, which seemed to her to be completely unthinkable, and hurriedly shook the reins, clamped the horse's belly hard, and the mount galloped her like an arrow from a string, pointing towards the city of Stratholme a few kilometers away.

Oryx had no choice but to follow.

Others don't know, but he does. The orcs did come, again under the leadership of the Great Chief Thrall. It's just that it's not to come and start a war, but to rescue an elder of the Blackstone clan who is being imprisoned by humans, Itreig.

It all started because of this execution ritual that took place in Stratholme.

Tirio Fordin, the Grand Lord of Hearthvale, a war hero of the Second War, and one of the five original paladins of humanity, became attached to Itreg during an experience. The former strayed into the latter's hideout, and both sides saw the other as enemies who could not make peace, and fought for self-preservation.

When he reached an abandoned watchtower, the building collapsed and Tirio was injured and unconscious. But instead of taking advantage of the danger, the orcs who had condensed all the ugliness in the eyes of the world put Tirio on the horse he had ridden when he came, and let the horse bring him back.

When Tirio awoke, he knew that the orcs had saved him. But this made him wonder about the noble qualities that this orc should never embody in an orc, and after he recovered from his injury, he went to the other party's hiding place again, and the two did not fight this time, but sat down and chatted in detail. He learns about the orc's past, such as how they became tools of the Shadow Council for glory and power, how they became slaves of the Burning Legion, and so on.

When he left, he promised that he would never betray the orc's whereabouts, in return for saving his own life instead of taking advantage of the danger of others, knowing that killing him was the best option for the orc at that time. Because if you let the tiger go back to the mountain, it is very likely to incur pursuers and endless trouble.

But the orcs didn't, and the noble Tirio Furding thought he was right to make such a promise.

But that's where things go bad.

A power-hungry Bassoras, who rose to the rank of mayor of Stratholme before the fall of Stratholme, finds out the truth that his lord is hiding and chooses to report his lord's crimes in exchange for profit, and comes to investigate by Dassaulthan and other Tirio's colleagues in the Knights.

The loyalty of the crowd made it impossible for Tirio to hide the truth, and he eventually caught the orc.

As a paladin, Tirio deeply regrets not being able to fulfill his promise. He begged the people to let the orcs go, because it was a lifelong creed that he had kept, and he even went crazy to attack the guards and try to protect his oath......

Tirio was eventually sent to prison. He has great achievements and will not raise his hand to make things difficult, but he clearly admits his mistake and admits that he has made a foolish mistake before he can get through it with the orcs, and this great lord and paladin who has lived for half his life just refuses to let go.

He will give everything for his creed, even if it is his life. For a true paladin, it is not tolerated that he will not repay his favor or break his oath.

In the end, there was no turning back, and he was brought before the court on charges of collaborating with the enemy and treason - a great paladin who stood against the people, on the side of the enemy who had invaded Lordaeron and brought untold pain to the land?

He was stripped of his identity, stripped of his land, exiled, and deprived of the use of the Light—essentially the ability to sever the imprisonment imposed on him by stronger Divine Spell practitioners, who would no longer be able to use Divine Spell—and even from now on, he could only look at his wife and children from afar, rather than appear in front of others. And the orcs he swore to protect would be hanged in Stratholme today.

So there was the scene just now.

The Great Chief Sal, who had just liberated his compatriots and was just in time for the employment of people, heard about this and led a small group of elites to rescue Itreig. The exiled Tirio Fordin also infiltrated Stratholme, intending to live out his creed with his life.

Anyway, in the end, Stratholme made a mess, and the man was finally rescued. Tirio used a reawakened divine spell to bring Itrig to life, and the latter followed his fellow orcs away, while Tirio lived in exile, watching his son and wife from afar.

Seeing that the forest in the south of the city is getting closer and closer, the road has become more and more chaotic, pedestrians are holding their heads and scurrying, and the road is full of abandoned carriages and horses.

Oryx hurriedly shouted at Bridget, who was rushing ahead, "Bridget, slow down! ”

It's really hard to go there, and the plot of Tirio's rescue of Itreg takes place in the forest south of the city.

The orcs hadn't planned to make a fuss, and if they really didn't have a long eye and happened to stop their retreat, they wouldn't mind having two more revenants under the axe, after all, they had already killed a lot of them in Stratholme.

In order to control the speed before the trip, he also deliberately changed to an old horse with not so fast feet, thinking that he could arrive in Stratholme City after this famous historical event, but he didn't expect to catch up.

He knew what was going to happen, but Bridget didn't, he just wanted to fulfill the duties of a paladin, and he easily drew the saber at his waist - not everyone of the paladins wielded a war hammer, and they didn't carry it with them when they weren't training, at most they hung up a saber. Otherwise, carrying dozens of pounds of weapons every day, you will be tired to death. It's like you can't wear heavy plate armor every day.

In Orix's eyes, this is no different from sending the melon baby's head iron upward.

Suddenly, several frightened birds flew out of the woods, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps, accompanied by the wheezing of wolves.

He turned his head and saw that the hordes of orcs riding on wolves had come to the front, and their speed had not slowed down at all, whether it was dozens or hundreds, and the leader was especially tall, dressed in black plate armor covered with brass inscriptions, and carrying an equally large war hammer, wasn't it Sarbenl?

Coincidentally, the two of them were in the way of the orcs.

It's not a game, and there's no one to play Musou Mower with you. The wolf, which was larger than the heaviest heavy horse, rushed at full speed, crippled and crippled at once.

Bridget was stunned, the key was that she was stunned, the mount under her crotch smelled the smell of the wolf, and she was instantly coaxed, and almost didn't go crazy and threw her down and ran away alone.

"Bridget, you hapless boy!"

Seeing that Thrall, who was closest to him, had already raised the hammer of destruction in his hand, Orix couldn't think about anything else, drew his sword and swung it, slashing at Bridget's mount's ass.

His companion's horse sprang forward in pain, avoiding danger, and he leaped out of the saddle to save the day, and the mount was instantly overwhelmed by the wolf's sea, and there was not even a splash.

The orcs drove into the golden wheat fields to the south, overwhelmed the efforts of the croppers, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the orcs in the distance, Aurex felt like he was going to be left behind. After a while, Bridget walked over with a disgraced face, and the two looked at each other and said in unison, "Are you okay?" ”

Oryx shook his head and said, "Don't be so fast next time, okay?" ”

Bridget swallowed, although she had undergone a year of training, she had only done the work of a healer, delivered many midwives, and picked up the broken bones of many people, and she had never seen a real battle.

She was a little frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the orcs seemed to be in a hurry and didn't pay much attention to them, otherwise they would have to be explained here.

"Okay." She reached out and pulled Oryx up, and the two of them walked towards the city gate with a group of soldiers chasing after them.

Oryx noticed what appeared to be a figure flashing through the forest. He knew it had to be Tirio Fordin, but he didn't mean to chase it, they just wanted to get away from here as soon as possible, and they wouldn't give him a chance to catch up.

In this way, the two entered the devastated city of Stratholme.

It's really a mess.