"Yes, he may still be complaining about me."

Faced with two new friends who have no malice and are just outspoken, Tirio no longer hides anything, since they know their own story. He sighed, grabbed the bottle on the table, and drank it down. The wrinkles on his face were like his past, numerous and bitter.

"But he also longs for you to come back to him, and I can feel his love for you from his conversation."

Ares continued. However, as soon as he finished speaking, Ares regretted that he didn't recall Tirio's memories and thoughts about Tyran, and if the task of love and family was triggered, then Tyran would be tragic.

As a result, in the next second, Ares was really right...... Tirio turned around and took out a box of mysterious things from the closet.

"Friend, can you do me a favor?"

"What is this?"

Drum asked curiously.

"My gift to my son is, to be exact, something that brings back memories for him."

Tirio said, opening the rough wooden box. The contents made Ares gasp, yes, it was all three things - a small toy war hammer, a portrait of the whole family, and a battle flag that symbolized glory.

There is such a touching task in the World of Warcraft, in order to awaken his son's dusty memories, Tirio asked someone to send these three things to Tyran, as a result, Tyran was so moved that he broke with the Scarlet Crusaders, and was about to escape from the fortress, he was caught by his mentor Ethanlion, and the cruel and cunning Ethanlion actually killed him for Tyran's control. When Tirio arrived, he happened to see the corpse of his son, and in a fit of rage, Tirio summoned the Holy Light and tried Ethanlion, but the dead could not be resurrected, and Tirio lost his son from then on.

The scene in front of him was exactly what was going to happen in World of Warcraft, and Ares was flustered and didn't want it to happen. Otherwise, it's too sad.

But Tirio didn't know how things would turn out, and he sincerely took out these things, hoping that Ares and Drumm would give them to Tyran for him, so that he could awaken his memories of his father and his love for him.

"This little war hammer is a toy I gave to Tyran when he was seven years old, this is a replica of my war hammer, when I was exiled for treason, his mother told him that I was dead, and Tyran buried this little war hammer in my 'grave', and also buried his love and memory for me."

"This oil painting is our family portrait. When Tyran was a child, my family often went on vacation to Keldaron. The last time we went there, an artist named Riverley painted us a picture of a walk by a lake. This picture reminds Tyran of the happy times we had together as a family. ”

Tirio said, stumbling several times. Those happy and satisfying memories touched the heart of this middle-aged uncle.

"And this battle flag, this is the battle flag of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and when Tyran sees it, he will remember the glory of the Knights."

After Tirio finished speaking, Drumm was already too moved to the sidelines, he also had a son himself, and his experiences were different, but the situation was similar.

"Tirio, I think you should go to the hand of Tyre yourself and tell Tyran that you are still alive, and when I leave, encourage him, that you must wait until you come back, and that you go back now, and that it may be too late to tell anyone about this, as we all know, the Scarlet Crusaders are not something to be messed with."

Holding Tirio's hand, Ares said sincerely. The story is going in a bad direction, and Ares doesn't want it to happen.

"Maybe we can help him do it, brother."

At this time, Drum, who was on the side, swore solemnly.

"No, you don't understand, no one can do anything about this, they can only rely on their father and son."

Ares stared at Tirio and said earnestly, he didn't know if Tirio would understand, maybe never will, but his father had to be there when Tyran knew the truth. Otherwise, with Tyran's character, he would have broken straight out of the crusader camp, which would have been easy to be discovered and cause accidents.

"Why?!"

Drumm seemed very puzzled, this matter seemed to him to be a must help.

"There's no why, just can't, Tirio, for the sake of your father and son being reunited, you must not drag anyone else to do this, and you must be present when Tyran sees these things, or else ...... Ethan Lien, Abydis ......"

Middleway through Ares' words, Tirio seemed to understand something. He cast a look of trust and gratitude at Ares.

"I see, you mean that Tyran's situation is very dangerous, he is a puppet of the Crusaders, and the Scarlet Crusaders will not let him go easily."

Tirio flickered to his senses, his eyes revealing fortitude and courage once again.

Ares nodded at Tirio, and outside the window, the sky was already a fish-belly white.

"Alright, Honorable Paladin Tirio, we are going to continue our journey, and we must hurry to the Scarlet Monastery as soon as possible. There, there was one thing that had to be done. ”

Ares said, getting up from his chair, and for a split second, the greatsword behind his back caught Tirio's attention. The battle had just been chaotic, and Tirio had not noticed anything unusual about the young man's weapon, and it was only now that he got up that the thick hilt of the sword caught his attention.

"Wait, young friend, the sword behind you."

Tirio's deep voice rang out.

"Special, isn't it?"

With that, Ares placed the fallen Ember Messenger on the table. This legendary giant sword seemed to be asleep at the moment, glowing with pale green light, and the huge skeletal emblem on the sword body was also as if it was asleep at this moment, dim. It's just that Tirio seems to feel something different about it.

"It's very special, I remember this crystal, but this sword ......"

Tirio said, lost in thought, it was clear that he recognized something, but he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it is depraved, and it is degenerate, and Mograine's soul remains in the sword, dark and full of resentment."

Looking at the big sword, Ares said helplessly.

"What's going on?"

Tirio asked.

"Again, it's a long story, Alexandre Rhodes. After Mograine was killed in battle, he was resurrected as a Death Knight to guard Naxxramas, and his son, Darian, who was also our comrade-in-arms, did not believe that his father was killed by the undead, so he ventured into Naxxramas with us to reclaim the Ashesbringer and know the truth. As a result, Darian was killed in battle, and I took up the sword. ”

Ares explained in as brief a sentence as possible.

"Alas, another tragedy. That's why you're going to the Scarlet Monastery? ”

Tirio understood, and it dawned on him.

"Yes, this sword will speak to my soul, its resentment is too heavy, the dark vengeance curse, I can barely control it."

Ares said, a pained look on his face. Tirio grimaced with a respectful look - "That's why you took on such a mission. ”

"Can you purify it? Let the soul of old Mograine rest in peace? ”

Ares pleaded with Tirio with a glimmer of hope. The original plot of Warcraft was like this, and it was supposed to be Tirio who purified the sword, but now, the plot is completely chaotic and does not go as expected, and Ares doesn't know if Tirio has this ability now.

I saw Tirio be silent for a while, slowly put his hand on the giant sword, this dark green weapon immediately reacted, its repulsion was very strong, the huge skeletal emblem on the sword body suddenly ignited a blazing green flame, after a while, Tirio really couldn't bear it, so he took his hand away from the fallen ash messenger.

"I can't purify it, as you said, Mograine's soul has fallen into the curse of vengeance, too deep. There's nothing I can do, kid. ”

Tirio shook his head helplessly and said.