"How, exactly? Can you convince the Grand Commander to give up doing this? Fairbanks said to himself with a frown.

"Now, no one can convince him." Old Mograini shook his head helplessly, "I know him very well, we have worked together for so many years, once he decides something, when have you seen him change?" And Ethan Lien and Abydis are also very supportive of how he does this. ”

"To this day, I still don't believe that necromancy can be so powerful and corrupt so many of our soldiers!" The Great Lord Mograini looked at the soldiers outside with a stern expression, "We can't let so many young men die at our own hands. We'll have to convince Ethan Lion and Abydis to support us and stop the Grand Commander from doing so! ”

"Esenlion has been training those new apprentices of priesthood in the monastery lately, and Abydis is in the hand of Tyre to the east, which one shall we go to first?"

With Fairbanks' inquiry, Renault returned to the barracks with a blank face, and he heard his father's words immediately.

"Go find Abidis first, and go see Dalyan by the way, I don't know how he is doing under Abydis!"

"Ha, Mograini, you must be thinking of Dalyan!"

"It was the first time he had left the support of his family to train himself with Abydis, and as a father, my worries were very necessary."

Renault, who had already reached the door, sighed, closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly for a moment, and then turned and walked out of the barracks gate with heavy steps.

The next day, High Lord Mograini set out from Hearthvale with his retinue and advisor, Fairbanks, on the road to the Hand of Tyr.

The avenue was bustling with people, and many caravans marched towards the Chapel of the Light's Wish and the Hand of Tyre, hoping to sell the goods of their convoys to the people there.

Now, under the continuous attacks of the Crusaders, the surrounding environment of this main road connecting the eastern territory of the Kingdom of Lordaeron is much safer. There will never again be an undead attack on marching soldiers and merchants, as was the case before.

Old Mograine and Fairbanks were boredom on horseback, chatting without a word. Behind them, a dozen guards rode behind them.

"Such a bitter cold wind can't blow away the thick pestilence fog here." Farbanks looked around at the gray mist and said to old Mograine beside him, "We may consider enlisting the help of the druids of the Cenarion Council, who are said to have a good way of healing the wounded land." ”

The High Lord Mograini was dangling on horseback with his eyes closed, and he said casually, "Locke once mentioned this to me, but this can't be rushed. As long as we don't purge the undead here, the weather here won't change, that's what the druid who helped Locke told Locke. ”

"Hopefully, in my lifetime, I will be able to see the peace and tranquility of this place once again." A cold wind blew, and Falfax, who was about to speak, couldn't help but shrink his neck, and he said depressedly, "I should really finish eating that piece of meat before leaving!" At least it won't be as cold as it is now......"

High Lord Mograine opened his eyes when he heard this, he tilted his head and glanced at his advisor and said with a smile, "Fairbanks, I'm sure of one thing. Even if I give you a bag of gold coins, you're too little. ”

The latter scratched his bald head, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, in fact, it is." But I prefer to think of it as a test of the Light. ”

After a long silence, Farbanks turned his head to look at Mograine, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, and he couldn't help but say to the High Lord, "Mograine, I have something I want to talk to you about. ”

Hearing his advisor's slightly serious words, old Mograini opened his eyes in surprise, he looked at the advisor suspiciously and said, "What? ”

Falbanks turned his head to look at the dim surroundings ahead, and the caravans moving slowly on both sides of the road whispered, "Actually, I shouldn't talk about it. However, I think you should think about it. ”

The Great Lord's expression slowly became serious, and he turned his head to look ahead and whispered, "Say, I'll listen." ”

"Renaud is a good kid, he's been studying hard, training hard since we met, and wants to be a good fighter in the eyes of his father." After a pause, Fairbanks turned his head to observe the High Lord's expressionless face before continuing, "I don't know what kind of standard Renault has in your mind to meet your requirements. However, Renault has been working on it. ”

"But as far as I can see, you never praised or encouraged him. On the contrary, you pay much more attention to Dalyan than Renault. Even Locke has more attention in your heart than Renault......"

"That's not right, Mograini......" Before Farbanks could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the High Lord Mograini reaching out. The latter could only hold his words in his stomach and wait for Mograini's reply.

"Fairbanks, do you have a baby?" Old Mograini said a little lonely, "If you have children, you may understand my feelings at the moment." ”

"Sorry, I don't understand. I have sworn in my life that I will serve the Light forever and ever. Fairbanks shook his head.

The High Lord sighed and explained, "Renault is my eldest son, how could I not pay attention to him? He is destined to inherit my title and office in the future. If he is in his current state and conduct, do you think he can support the Mograini family? Can we make our crusade better? ”

"As a father, can I not know my son well enough?"

"Proud, complacent, irritable, with a strong sense of vanity, and not calm enough when things happen. You say, how can I put my mind at ease with him like this? The Great Lord took a deep breath and then said in a calm tone, "It is precisely because of these shortcomings that I have been whipping him, hoping that he will mature quickly. Now that he is under the Great Commander, I hope that he can make some positive changes under the Grand Commander. ”

"He's just like me when I was younger, and now he's in a period of confusion, and this is the best time for him to grow quickly, and I have to do it. As for Dalyan," said old Mowgli calmly, "when it comes to fairness, the most unfair is Dalyan. He is my youngest son, and he can't take anything from me, but to go out on his own. As a father, I can only pour out my fatherly love to him a little, and I can only do my best to make him faster when he is outside. ”

"So, Fairbanks. If you have children, you will understand my feelings at the moment. ”