Half a month has passed since the great battle between the Scarlet Crusaders and the Silver Dawn, and the tense atmosphere in the Hearth Valley has long since eased a lot. For the old lord Tirio? The response to Fordin's return has been overwhelming, and the Foding family, who have always ruled the territory in a moderate manner, are much more popular than the Scarlet Crusaders, who have always adopted a high-pressure policy to purge dissidents, especially after a large shipment of grain supplies from the South Hillsbrad Farm arrived in Fireplace Valley a week ago. The public's love for the Ferding family has risen to the extreme, and many people have enthusiastically joined the army and joined the lark army that has been restored.

After the strain was eased, some of the workshops, shops, and workshops that had been banned and closed due to the rationing system imposed by the Crusaders were reopened, and the depressed market finally became more prosperous. These workshops also provide jobs for refugees who have nothing to do on a daily basis.

In order to eradicate the soil that breeds natural disasters and plagues, the refugee sheds are full of mud and sewage. Household. The transformation of the district was a top priority for Tyran's administration, and he arranged for priests to treat the sick and distribute food to the poor refugees, and organized many people from among the refugees to clean the streets, dredge drainage ditches, and go to the North Hill lumber yard to mine logs and build houses for themselves. This series of measures quickly worked, and it seemed that overnight, a thriving scene miraculously appeared on the streets of Hearthvale. There are busy crowds everywhere, and people have smiles on their faces because they all see hope to survive in this troubled time.

These are the problems of people's livelihood that Ethan Lien, who had been reckless and relegated to war all day long, had not considered—and perhaps considered, but did not care—he only knew how to desperately squeeze every drop of the war potential of the Hearth Valley, and then deliver it to Dasohan (Banazar) in Stratholme.

While Tyran was busy with his internal affairs, Tirio? Fording wasn't idle, either, and he was busy combing through the military and diplomacy of Hearthvale. Unlike the fully formed Iron Wall Legion, almost everything in the newly restored Skylark Legion is brand new, but with veterans like Arton as the skeleton, it is not so difficult for this "new" legion to regain its combat effectiveness, all they need is time.

He also gave the leader of the Silver Dawn, Maxwell, respectively? Baron Tyrosus and the Scarlet Crusader General Bridget stationed at the Hand of Tyr? Abydis wrote a letter explaining what had happened in the Valley of the Hearth, and he was sure that Baron Tairosus would understand his actions, but General Abydis not. Because after so many years of exile, most of Tirio's old acquaintances in the Scarlet Crusade are gone, these new leaders are not going to sell his bills.

He did not want to provoke an all-out war between Silver Dawn and the Scarlet Crusaders, and in his letter to General Abydis, he attributed the Battle of Hearthvale to a personal feud between Ethanlien and Tyran, a scarlet crusade infighting, and that he intervened only to prop up the scene for his son. He gambled that Da Sohan's secret order to kill Tyran to Ethan Lion was not known to anyone else, you know, since joining the Scarlet Crusade, Tyran's every move is impeccable, he can be called a faithful believer in the Holy Light, if he is executed for no reason, it will definitely cause an uproar among the Scarlet Crusaders, and make the army disheartened, and everyone is in danger.

As a gesture of goodwill, he released all the captives of the Zealot Legion and let them leave for the hands of Tyr, but to Tirio's surprise, more than half of the roughly six hundred captives chose to stay, and only more than two hundred chose to leave, and the priests chose to stay behind. It seems that the blind fanaticism of the Scarlet Crusaders has gradually exhausted the enthusiasm in the hearts of the members, and they are beginning to wear themselves down.

In his letter to Baron Tyrosos, he reminded him to be wary of the Scarlet Crusaders, for these unreasonable lunatics had no reason at all, and could do anything if they went mad.

Everyone is busy, except for the adventurers, who have nothing to do every day, and they are almost moldy. Diego didn't want to dictate Tyran's territory, and Masrae, as an alien, was not suitable for mixing too deeply. Until one afternoon, Tirio? Fording sent and invited them to the council hall of the castle of Madenhold.

"Are you still used to this time?" Tirio said enthusiastically, sitting at one end of the long table while Tyran sat on his left.

A few attendants brought some small gingerbread and a few cups of mint honey tea and placed them in front of everyone. The atmosphere suddenly became much more congenial, and no matter what time of day it was, a cozy afternoon tea was always out of style.

"It's not bad, everyone is very kind to us, and no one is afraid of the species. Tribe. Ambiguity. Look at us. The Night Elf took a sip of mint honey tea and said with satisfaction that he hadn't drunk this elf drink in a long time. The smell of this honey tea reminded him of the sunset and sea breeze in his hometown of Tedasir.

"I'd like to have a glass of spirits, the tea is a little too light." The orc blood spear swallowed the water in the teacup and the tea leaves into his stomach in one gulp, and said with a big grin. The dwarf nodded his head like a peck, sympathetic.

"Do you have any suggestions for the next military operation in Hearthvale?" After greeting for a while, Tirio hurriedly brought out the topic of the conversation, he was afraid that if he continued like this, this conversation would really become tea time.

He had been busy with his feet since the Battle of Hearthvale, and this was the first time he had seen his youngest son in a while. This made him feel a little guilty, and he glanced deeply at Diego, and saw that there was no resentment on Diego's face. He felt a little better.

"Maybe it's time to call their brothers together privately and talk to Tyran about Diego's mother and son, hoping that he will accept the fact that he has an extra brother." He thought to himself, he believed that Tyran was enlightened and forgiving, and that this matter would be settled perfectly.

Diego looked at his friends, who all nodded at him, motioning for him to speak. During this time, they had already discussed this issue more than once.

"The next step is to recover Andohar first, so that we can open the road to the south and get more foreign support, and secondly, we can restore the production of the surrounding farms with Andohar as the center. I believe that after destroying all the plague cauldrons, the land of these farms can be purified. Diego straightened his mind and spoke.

What he said proved to be feasible in previous lives, when the lands of the Western Plaguelands were finally brought back to life thanks to the tireless efforts of the druids and shamans, but only after the Lich King was destroyed.

"But our strength is not enough to do this, the Iron Wall Legion is okay, most of the lark legions that have just been restored are new recruits, even if there are people left by the Zealot Legion to replenish them, they will not be able to pull into the battlefield for a while, they need more training."

"I think you've forgotten that letter from the Great Chief, His Excellency Sal!" The orc suddenly interjected, as a messenger, he had to get a reply before he could return, and he remembered this very well.

"Oh, about that letter......" Tirio patted his forehead in a flash of realization, and he pretended to rummage through his bag for a long time before he pulled out the parchment roll.

Diego almost laughed out loud on the side, the paladin's acting skills are really bad, but it's enough to fool around with a second thing like a blood spear.

He already vaguely understood what Tirio had called them for this time.