They talked for a long time that night, and Fording was reluctant to take his eyes off Diego for a moment. He was pleased to see that the young man was burly and strong, and he had seen Diego in today's battle, and there was no doubt that he was a very good hunter, even among the elves who were known for their good marksmanship.

From the deep feelings expressed by Ferdin, Diego actually believes that "himself" is the man's son. He began to tell Ferding about his journey out of Daron County, escaping from the prison of the Wetland Dragonroar Orcs, about his entanglement with the Orcs at Rokmodan, to catching Broken Teeth in the Badlands, a low snoring from under the table at this time, and later his dealings with the Thorsilver Brotherhood in the Scorching Canyon. When he spoke of his encounter with Marshal Windsol, Fording couldn't help but sigh.

"I remember him, Reginald? Windsor, he was a good soldier, a man whom Sir Lothar greatly admired. In the Second Orc War, he impressed us all with his bravery in fighting the Orcs. ”

"But he died." Diego said sadly.

"What's going on? Tell me about it! Furding asked eagerly, like a curious ordinary old man. He was more than happy to talk to Diego like this, sitting in front of the fireplace and chatting like all fathers and sons.

So Diego told him about the experience of walking with Windsor all the way, and about the epic journey, and this time, Fordin was really shocked by what happened to Diego.

"Oh, what a hero's death!" When Diego finished telling the battle to drive away the black dragon Onexia, even with Tirio? Ferdin's well-informed people couldn't help but marvel at Windsol's death.

"Later, because of my exploits in driving out the Black Dragon, I was made the hereditary viscount of Stormwind City and had my own territory." Diego concluded. It was late at night, and he didn't want to say any more, and if he had told him all about his experiences in Azeroth, he wouldn't be able to finish it for a few nights. He and Ferding had just met and were not in a hurry.

But Ferding was completely speechless with astonishment. Although as the former lord of Hearthvale, most of his territory has been owned by the eldest son, Tyran? Fording inherited, but due to the attack of the Scourge Legion, there were still a few small villages outside the Valley of the Hearth, which could not be protected, were abandoned. He had planned to give these small villages as a territory to his youngest son, and he was convinced that one day, the Scourge would be driven out of the place, and the villages would be restored to their former richness, and Diego would be given some income to keep him fed. But now it seems that Diego is more productive than he thought. This made him feel relieved, but at the same time, there was a complete embarrassment that he could not help, and in the father's heart, he still wanted to do something for Diego.

"Child, what do you think of the Light?" He pondered for a moment, then said. As the top of Silver Dawn, he has the power to bring new blood to the Order. If Diego is led to the path of Light, he can teach him to be a powerful paladin by teaching him his experience of the power of Light. Now in the Silver Dawn, there are fewer and fewer excellent paladins. The young knights he led in battle today had not yet learned how to use the power of the Light, and could only use it as cavalry.

Diego didn't speak, he held out a hand, then raised his index finger, and the power of the light converged at his fingertips, condensing into a small flame that shone with holy light.

Fording was taken aback, even he couldn't do it so freely, so quickly and quickly mobilize the power of the Holy Light, this small divine fire jumped alive and smartly, as if it had life. He could clearly feel the affinity and dependence of this pure flame of light on Diego, as if the young man himself was a part of the Light. Just then, Ferdin's sudden memory of something.

"Can you infuse this power into a bullet?" He asked, a little eagerly.

Diego was amused, as Fordin's expression was almost identical to that of Brother Samuel, who had first discovered his abilities.

"Yes." He replied succinctly.

"Will the power of the Holy Light infused with the bullet be attenuated after it is discharged?"

"A little, but it doesn't affect the power at all."

"Wow, that's awesome!" Fording shouted in a low voice. Paladins have long been known for their excellent melee skills, but they also need long-range fire support, especially when charging on horseback, and the hunters or mages behind them often can't keep up with them, resulting in a disconnect between the front and the back.

But if the paladins themselves would use the Holy Light ranged attack, there would be no problem. When launching an overwhelming charge, before colliding with the enemy lines that were waiting for them, the paladins raised their guns in a wave of holy light bombardment, turning the enemy on their backs, and the scene was full of anticipation.

However, at this moment, Diego interrupted his thoughts.

"This method seems to be a bit difficult to promote, when I was in Stormwind, Archbishop Benedictas asked Brother Samuel to try to promote it, but until I left Stormwind, I didn't see him train a witcher, well, that's his name for this new class."

"Oh no, that's terrible." Furding said with annoyance. The whole Plague Land was so chaotic that the Forsaken, the Scourge Legion, the Silver Dawn, the Scarlet Crusaders, and the Rotten Moss Trolls were all in a state of dispute, and it was difficult for the messengers from outside to pass through the place, so that he had not received the news until now. However, the bright cathedral, which has many talents, has not found a way, so he has given up this idea. And he was convinced that if one day the Cathedral of Light really came up with a way, and they were also brothers of the Holy Light, Benedictas would definitely not cherish himself.

As the night wore out, the candles on the long table were running out, and the conversation was coming to an end. But Diego still didn't shout the word "father" in the end, although Tirio? Fordin's love for him was so sincere and deep that although he had great respect for the hero, he couldn't put himself in the role of the paladin's son.

Just as Diego was about to get up to say goodbye, there was a commotion in the camp, and then a young man in a silver dawn robe appeared in the doorway. He was covered in sweat, with some dirt and blades of grass stuck to his body, and he looked very tired, probably after a long journey.

"My lord, urgent information, from the other side of the Hearth Valley." He saluted Fordin, then handed him a roll of parchment.

Fordin took it and read it by the light of the candle, while the messenger whispered a few words from the side. Diego faintly heard the words "Castle Mardenhold" and "Fran", and at the same time, he saw that Fordin's face became ugly.