"Old Harvey is my father," the shadow of the man in Locke's heart was gradually magnified, and he asked uncertainly, "May I ask who you are?" How do you know my father's name? ”

"What about your father? Did he come over? The stranger looked up and looked beyond Locke to the messy town behind him, looking for something. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"He has returned to the embrace of the Light." Locke sighed, "When we fled Silent Town, my father led a handful of soldiers to buy us time, and he led a handful of soldiers to hold back the undead and never returned. ”

"I'm sorry, kid." This strange middle-aged warrior, he frowned, and the wrinkles on his face appeared one by one. He stepped forward and patted Locke on the shoulder with some sadness, "I deeply regret what happened to your father, but I didn't expect my powerful brother to fall too." ”

"We have worked together for many years, and your father Harvey Sr. remembers me vividly, he is a guy who goes crazy on the battlefield, and he is completely incompatible with the status of a paladin." The middle-aged man recalled with some emotion, "Old guy! Unexpectedly, after a few years, you all left. ”

The middle-aged man had a sad look on his face, and he lowered his head and clenched the war hammer in his hand.

"Commander Harvey! Captain Bridget lets you pass! Just then, the herald from town found Locke, who came to deliver a Brigitte message.

"Got it, tell her I'll be right over." Locke gave a few words to the herald, and when the soldier left, Locke extended an invitation to the middle-aged warrior.

"This... Warriors, let's talk somewhere else," Locke pointed to the soldiers busy in the ruins of the town, "My soldiers have cleared this town, we can talk inside." ”

"No, no!" The middle-aged warrior rejected Locke's proposal, and he said with some embarrassment, "If I'm not mistaken, you just mentioned Bridget's name, is that little girl's surname Abydis?" Is Abydis' daughter? ”

"Yes," Locke nodded.

"I won't go, this house is my temporary campsite." The middle-aged warrior pointed to the house that was still in good condition not far away, he turned to Locke and said, "For some special reasons, it is inconvenient for me to appear in front of other paladins, please don't tell Bridget about my existence, if you want to know why, please come to that house tonight to find me." ”

"Very well," said Locke, who was no longer reluctant, after a moment of silence, "if you have any requests, please speak to the soldiers in the town and let them tell me." I will help you within the best of my ability. ”

"Yes." The middle-aged warrior nodded, shouldered his silver hammer and walked into the house.

When Locke returned to Cowling Town Square, Bridget was standing there with a frown.

"What's wrong?"

Locke asked curiously about the woman with a strained face.

"It's not a great place to live." Bridget held her forehead a little nerve-wrenching, "This place is haunted..."

"Haunted??" Locke laughed, "Let's not talk about anything else, are you, the paladin, still afraid of those revenants?" Besides, there are so many of us here. ”

"Of course I'm not afraid!" Bridget's eyebrows instantly raised, and she glanced at Locke dissatisfiedly and said, "But the soldiers are afraid!" Most of our soldiers are new recruits. ”

"When the First Legion was purging this place before, I thought all the undead had been cleared. It is true that the undead on the surface were quickly cleared. ”

Locke was bewildered by Bridget's words, and he hurriedly reached out to stop her. "Stop, stop! Say what you want to say, simply! Don't go around in circles! ”

"I mean, there's a lot of dead souls in this town that we can't see. They appear from time to time and cause great trouble to our soldiers! Bridge whispered in Locke's ear, "Our chaplain has already had a lot of recruits scared!" They were stupefied by the ghosts! ”

"Don't we still have a lot of holy water? Bring the patrol squad and all the soldiers standing guard with you, and splash it when the revenant appears! Locke said unexpectedly, "Tell me about this too?" You're incompetent, the commander of the legion. ”

"Of course I know how to do that!" Brigitte gave Locke a blank look, and she clenched the long sword in her hand, "I'll take the patrolling soldiers tonight to catch these restless souls in the town!" ”

"Oh, that's for the best." Locke nodded, and he said with a smile, "Take those stupid soldiers and let them see how their Legion Commander deals with the Dead!" ”

After the sky was completely dark, Locke hastily ate dinner and led a few guards to the camp of the middle-aged soldier he had met in the afternoon.

Locke could see a bonfire burning outside the house. On the bonfire there is a shelf made of wood on which a small jar is hung and burned.

Locke scattered the guards and walked over on his own.

The water in the small jar had been boiled, but the middle-aged warrior had not heard anything about it. He was sitting by the campfire, holding a small notebook in his hand, recording something, and he didn't even know that Locke was coming.

"The water is boiling!"

Locke's screams woke the middle-aged warrior as he closed the notebook in his hand and placed it in the satchel he carried with him. He went to the pot of boiling water, and kept taking some green plants from another satchel and throwing them into the jug.

"These are the only things I've found to be edible in the area." He glanced up at Locke and said with a smile, "Although the taste is a little unacceptable, compared to being hungry, it is not a problem. ”

After doing all this, he took out some small bottles, unscrewed the lids, and sprinkled spices into them.

"After so many years of life in the wilderness, I have learned that these precious spices should not be wasted at all!" Then he carefully tightened the lid and placed it in his satchel.

"That's it!" He clapped his hands and looked at Locke, "Now we'll just wait for them to be cooked." ”

"Can you tell me who you are? And how do you know my father's name, and Bridget? Locke walked over to the campfire and sat down across from him.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing language.

The green plants in the jug were boiled and floated, and the blisters beeped loudly.

"I know the names of your father and Bridget because I was once a paladin with the Silver Hand." The firelight shone on his face, making his expression look a little depressed.

"I'm Tirio Fortin, and you've probably heard my name." He sighed, his eyes a little ethereal looking into the wilderness in the distance, "That Paladin in Lordaeron's history is the only one who has ever committed treason. ”

"Treason?" Locke pretended to be surprised and said, "Can you tell me why?" ”

Really!

Locke forced the surging in his heart, he reached for the magic bag on his waist, and took out a few bottles of morning dew. Then he tossed a bottle to Tirio, "And then!" ”

"Morning dew from Darnassus?" Tirio grabbed the wine in clear glass, opened the cap and sniffed it, revealing an intoxicated expression. "I haven't smelled this in a long time."

"Can you tell me, what do you think of orcs?" Tirio didn't rush to tell his story, he looked at Locke solemnly.

"I think that whether it's orcs or other races, as long as they can help us, then I'll accept it." Locke said truthfully, I'm a realist.

Nodding, Tirio twisted the cap of the bottle and gulped down more than half of the wine before sighing and continuing to talk to Locke about his past.

"A few years ago, I was the Paladin Commander here, the lord of that city in Hearthvale. I thought I could handle that position, until one day I was patrolling my territory alone when I spotted an old orc. ”

Tirio drained the wine in his hand in one gulp, and Locke tossed another bottle.

"We fought against his habitat, an abandoned tower. I didn't think that watchtower would collapse," Tirio looked at the burning campfire, his eyes a little wandering, "I was hit by the collapsed watchtower, I felt tons of stones weigh on me, and when I was unconscious I felt that I had no hope of surviving, after all, there was an orc by my side." ”

Tirio shook his head with a wry smile as he continued, "When I woke up, I found myself lying on my bed in my castle. My guard captain, Arton, told me that the search team had spotted me a few days earlier, and that I was lying on my horse's back, covered in injuries. ”

"Then my deputy, a young paladin, Batheras, restored my injuries with the Holy Light." Speaking of Batheras's name, Tirio's face was full of helplessness. He took a sip of his wine, "The Night Elves' wine is always so intoxicating. ”

"And then? What about the orc? Locke continued.

"Later, when I recovered, I collected my thoughts, and I thought carefully, over and over again, which nameless savior had done it. As far as I know, the two men in the woods that morning were me and the mysterious old orc. I was amazed to find that the only one who saved me from that rubble was the old orc! Tirio said with emotion on his face, "In all fairness, if it were me, I would never care if the other person lived or died." ”

"Briefly, I wonder if the orc saved me. After all, my past experiences with this creature prompted me to rule out such thoughts. Those beastly creatures have no concept of honor. From what I've learned about them, I'm sure they never show their mercy to another creature, especially not to an annoying foe."

"This doubt has been weighing on my heart and keeping me awake at night. That day, I rode my horse again, and I followed the same path back to find the collapsed watchtower. There I found the orc, his name was Itrieg. Tirio smiled, "We talked for a long time that day, and he told me that their orcs' once noble past was the erosion of the Burning Legion that forced them to leave their homeland. ”

"In the end, I was touched by his high-spirited words and deeds. And his presence has helped me overcome hatred and prejudice. Tirio looked at Locke and whispered, "I used to think that only we paladins would value honor above all else, but his presence prompted me to change that mind. ”

So I vowed never to reveal his whereabouts to the outside world. I want him to live quietly under my protection. ”