"Sometimes, I wish you were wrong." Albert said with mixed feelings.

He was standing in an alley similar to before, with several unconscious prison guards lying at his feet. Dining, dressed in a city guard uniform, stood with his arms crossed.

"I missed it, partner." He said calmly.

Albert sighed softly.

He had spent many nights tossing and turning, reflecting on his impulses. Because of a word and a quarrel, he left his father and his mentor's side, and thus left the responsibility that he should have shouldered. He still regrets it and is not ready to face it head-on. But on the other hand, what he learned during this unexpected journey was a great shock and changed him.

His father and colleagues were noble men, and his world was glorious and simple. But the reality is that this is not the case, and not all kindness is reciprocated equally. A thing will not have a good result because of the integrity and nobility of its reasons. There are equal lives on both sides of the scale, but there is no perfect choice, and even if he tries his best, he must bear heavy consequences. The nobility would not be kind and fair to their people, and the upper echelons of the kingdom were unaware of the crisis. Nor will the people absolutely understand and support the Light's decision. They only see what they want to see.

And this time it's the same. Albert, who came forward in the name of the Silver Hand, was met with hostility and rejection from the prison guards, and was teased by the city guards played by Dinein. He didn't know if that was the intention of his sharp-tongued partner, but at least it worked incredibly. The prison guards escorted the orcs out to Dinen in front of him, and seemed to enjoy the humiliating effects of the act.

And they basically succeeded. For a moment Albert was tempted to smash the hammer into the faces of these men—if he was really just a young paladin running errands for the Silver Hand, he would have done so. Keep in mind that even if the older paladins try their best to avoid this, the new young ones will still have a great pride in the Order for a long time, and will easily lash out at anything insulting. They have to be strictly reprimanded by the instructor and the rules so many times before they can gradually learn to be pampered and not frightened.

Albert didn't think he was among the reckless novices, as he was used to Dineen's taunts. But even so, he couldn't guarantee that he had a good grip on his anger during the ensuing ambush. These unlucky bastards must have broken a few bones, at least not to be any luckier than the two people near Dinein.

"If you haven't lost your breath, we can come back here and have a fight." Dineen said with a seeming indulgence, but Albert knew that the second half of his sentence was likely to be: "Now go get down to business, please." ”

He sighed and crouched down to check on the orc named Itreig.

The other party's state is extremely bad. It seems that he has endured so many tortures that it is difficult to say that he is still conscious. The guards in charge of escorting him basically dragged him forward. When the guard was brought down, the orc collapsed to the ground. Albert put his hand on his chest, and it took him a moment to catch the faint heartbeat.

He recited the prayer in his heart, and the light came as if it had never been silent. The bright light gradually dimmed in the palm, the fresh wounds healed one by one, and the ups and downs of the chest became stronger and stronger. Eventually, the orc slowly opened his eyes - and then bounced off the ground, swinging the heavy chain between his hands and smashing it!

The paladin reacted quickly and fell backwards, while Dinen was faster. With a flick of his sword, he pinned the chain that was still in mid-air to the ground, then took a step forward, grabbed the orc's shoulders and screwed them to the ground. The sound of the forehead clashing against the slate sounded particularly loud and frightening in the alleys that had fallen silent by midnight.

"Dineh!"

Dumbfounded by such a rapid reversal of the identity of the abuser and the victim, Albert took a beat to stop his partner. The party who was stopped by the drink happily let go of his hand and stepped aside, but he still gritted his teeth coldly, ready to pounce again at any time.

Dinein's reflexive violence had a completely negative effect on the communication between the two parties. The orc rolled over and was about to let out a battle cry that would alarm the city guards, and Albert hurriedly roared, "Tirio! ”

It was the first word that jumped into his head. However, it had an unexpectedly good effect. The orcs paused, looking at them warily.

"We are—"

"Mr. Albert!"

The paladin, who was about to hurry up to explain, raised his head, and unexpectedly saw three teenagers running from another direction.

Worst. He said in his heart. To be sure, Albert was reluctant to let his juniors have any contact with the orcs, and his own situation was chaotic enough. What's more, he hasn't been able to make sure of the other party's safety.

Dinen quietly stepped forward, diverting the orc's attention to him. Albert took advantage of the brief moment of confrontation between the two fighters and made a stop gesture to the three teenagers.

Tyran obediently stopped, though he was still cautiously watching the orcs. Reynolds' expression was visibly disgusted and guarded. Darian wanted to take a closer look without malice, but he was firmly blocked by the two brothers, so he could only pull his brother's shoulder and probe his brain.

Albert finally stabilized the situation. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned sideways between Dinen and the orc.

"Relax, Itrigue, we're friends with Tirio." He said succinctly, "For his sake, we're going to get you out." ”

Seeing that the orcs were still a little wary, he added, "In the name of glory, I am right. ”

I'm afraid the orcs won't be able to quickly comprehend the weight of the Light's name, but on the topic of glory, the two sides can still get in common.

Itreg still looked a little skeptical, but he slowly released his fist and set his eyes on the shackled sword.

"Don't touch it." Dinen coldly warned, "That's mine. ”

As long as it is possible that the words "orc" and "battle" are connected together, it is enough to touch the sensitive nerves of the League veterans. Dineen would never want an orc to carry a weapon—especially his. But this sharp display does nothing to the fragile trust between them.

Albert took a deep breath and reluctantly untapped his hammer and handed it to Itreig. The orc looked at him for a moment, then took the hammer and carried it in his hand, allowing Dinen to retrieve the sword in exchange. And after Dinen cut off his shackles, he calmly returned the hammer to the paladin.

Albert took it with some astonishment, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you from the Frostwolf Clan?" ”

"Nope." Itreg spoke in a deep voice, the first thing he said, "I used to belong to the Blackstone Clan. ”

Albert was taken aback, after all, Itreig's performance was so calm and sane that it was not in the slightest conjured with lava and obsidian, and a hammer that could both forge and smash the skull.

"Not many humans know about us," Itreg looked at him, "and even fewer know about the Frostwolf Clan. ”

"Because I've dealt with them before." Albert said calmly, "Now the sons of Durotan lead them, working to liberate their fellow citizens and form a new tribe. ”

He was still reluctant to mention the name, so he used another name. However, this also has the advantage that orcs who have not really dealt with Thrall will always despise him because of his name. What's more, Itreig may not know who Thrall is.

Itreg stared at him for a moment, her face brightening.

"That's good news for me." He bluntly stated, "Durotan is a good man to be admired, and it seems that his son has inherited his integrity." ”

Albert didn't know how to interface for a while. Dineen unceremoniously interjected into the conversation.

"Are you going to talk here until you're spotted by the patrolling city guards, or are you going to wait for these unlucky bastards on the ground to get up?" He said in a bad tone as always, "Anyway, I'd rather choose to take action and leave this place as soon as possible." ”

Albert breathed a sigh of relief.

"We've got to find a way to get you out of the city as soon as possible." He said, "Once they react, we're in a tough position -- Tyran? ”

Tyran trotted over and handed him what he was holding. It was a very wide cloak, large enough to cover the orc. It's a rudimentary disguise, but they couldn't do it better.

Albert handed the cloak to Itreig, motioning for Darien and Renaud to lean over to Dineen. The orc put on his cloak and asked, "Where is Tirio now?" ”

"I don't know." Albert replied, "Nobody knows." The court sentenced him to lose his lordship, but did not bind him to his freedom. He has since disappeared. We were afraid that he would come to your rescue regardless of the consequences, so we had to take the first step and turn back to find him slowly. ”

"He is a man of true glory." "When the soldiers tried to take me, he kept his oath to fight for me. ”

"And he still refuses to admit fault in court, no matter what the cost." Albert said with a smile. Tirio's insistence was an incomprehensible act of rebellion for most paladins, but Albert was warmed and uplifted. He believed they were on the same path. Not based on holy scriptures and prayers, but through one's own heart to approach the Light.

Hearing his words, the orc nodded slowly, a look of respect on his face.

Albert found that they had nothing left to talk about. So the team remained silent for the rest of the way. Under the leadership of Dineh, he evaded the patrols again and again and rushed to the vicinity of the city gate.

When they finally saw the gates, Albert instantly forgot the lies he had been thinking about.

"Why are the Silver Hand here?" Shocked and embarrassed, he stepped back around the corner and asked in a low voice.

Dinen frowned. The city guards stationed near the gates were talking to two paladins. A few minutes later, the paladins entered the sentry post, seemingly intending to camp there. He turned his head to look at the big and three small ones beside him, and realized that getting through the tricks had basically become an impossible task. Not to mention that Albert tried every possible way to avoid his acquaintances, and it was impossible for the brothers Tyran and Mograine to show up openly. Once they are found to be involved with the orcs, it will be a huge blow to their future in the Order.

"I knew that sooner or later lies and disguises would be useless."

Di Ning slowly drew his long sword, his expression was not frustrated, but rather relieved, with a little joy. He naturally likes to fight his enemies face to face, rather than to deceive others through words. Even though both paths are like walking on a tightrope, he can clearly catch the breath of death and give it a go, but he will be terrified by the inability to perceive the changes in people's hearts. The anxiety and irritation of the lies along the way almost boiled his blood, and the burning desire for a real battle cried out all the time.

But Albert grabbed him.

"Don't." The paladin whispered.

"I'll keep my mouth alive." Dinen impatiently reassured, "Or do you think I can't do it?" ”

With five soldiers and two paladins, it's not hard to deal with when you're completely defenseless.

"No, you see." Albert motioned for him to look up, "The joystick is above the walls, and there are two guards and a sentry below that echo each other. It is only possible to climb the walls through a sentry, but if one side has an anomaly, the other side will immediately send a signal. We're afraid we won't have time to open the door before reinforcements arrive. ”

Dinen turned his head to look at the city gate. He really didn't know anything about Lordaeron's architectural style. Why can't they simply plug in the door behind the door?

"Even if it's a seam?"

"No, either." Albert sighed, "Trust me, that thing is hard to drive. And one person absolutely can't pull it. ”

Dinen visually measured the height of the wall and dismissed the idea of jumping from it. He came up with several plans, but they were all interrupted by too much time. It's too close to the barracks to stop reinforcements from coming. And he couldn't be so mad as to blow up a house to cause chaos.

He gritted his teeth and retracted his sword into its sheath.

"Let's go back." He said gloomily.