Tirio looked at Tyran sadly, his long exile had caused him to miss the opportunity to grow up with his son, and now, when he was reunited with his son, he sadly found that Tyran's thoughts, personality, and way of thinking had passed through the most malleable adolescence and youth, and had long since matured and solidified, and it was difficult for him to change this man's mind. I have to say that the blindness and stubbornness of the Scarlet Crusaders have such a deep effect on Tyran, like ink dripping into clear water, which can no longer be washed away.

"Tyran, my son, I am sad to see that the tragedy I have experienced is being repeated in you," Tirio said tiredly, not from his body, but from his spirit, and he felt that he was aging and exhausted like never before, "When I first released the old orc Ittrag, others looked at me the way you do now, but I know that Itreg is not like his fallen people, he still keeps his sanity, and does not hesitate to stay away from his people, but who would believe that? Everyone around me thinks he's just like any other orc, a bloodthirsty and murderous beast with no sense or honor, even if he doesn't hurt anyone in Hearthvale! ”

Tyran smuttered, but didn't speak. He had no idea what to say, was it right to say that the people were right, or that Tirio had done the right thing? In his heart, he knew that those people were wrong, but he didn't want to agree with Tirio, because in his heart, the orcs and the Scourge were not the same, and for them, the new generation who grew up after the orc war, the orcs were not as evil and hated as the Scourge that caused them pain.

"Here, I don't want to say whether the Forsaken are good or bad, because I haven't met them yet, I haven't been in contact with them, but I believe Diego's words, since he said that the Forsaken are trustworthy, then we should ask them for help, for the sake of this war, I beg you, Tyran, to give them, but also to ourselves a chance, the Silver Dawn needs the power of the Forsaken!" Tirio looked at Tyran earnestly, not in the tone of a father, but in the tone of a companion, a comrade-in-arms.

"I can testify that the Forsaken have achieved independence. Li, no longer the Lich King's puppets, the Grand Chief of Thrall even accepted them into the Horde. The Blood Spear interjected. In the hearts of the orcs, the Great Chief Thrall is so wise and full of insight that since he has accepted the Forsaken, the Orcs will truly regard them as allies, although in their hearts, these stinking walking corpses are not as popular as the honest Minotaurs.

"Although there are some bad breeds among the Forsaken, they do all kinds of evil, and they are bad pus," said the dwarf Brian, who shuddered at the thought of the nightmarish experience of being imprisoned in the Apothecary's Prison, "but you can't deny that there are some scum in all races, even the dwarves have Black Iron Dwarves. Thankfully, Sylvanas has killed all the villains in the Forsaken, and the rest is pretty good! ”

Tyran? Fording didn't back down. He has grown up and no longer trusts anyone's persuasion easily, even if that person is his father.

"Even if I could accept them, others might not be able to do that," he continued, "in the Valley of the Hearth, in the Western Plaguelands, in the entire kingdom of Lordaeron, we have never heard of the undead doing a single good thing, they spread plague and death among the living, in the hearts of all, the undead are horrible and evil, no one has ever questioned this, and now I need to tell my soldiers that a group of undead will fight alongside them, will they believe it?" ”

"We can't stop them from being afraid, Tyran!" Tirio's voice was low and hoarse, and Tyran looked at his father with concern, worried about his sudden weakness, "If you can't be sure if the newborn Forsaken are good or bad, then you should see for yourself what they really are like and what their attitude is towards the living!" ”

"I've spent some time in the Undercity and know Sylvanas well," Diego interjected, "The Dark Lady is hungry for revenge against the Lich King, and anyone who stands in the way of her revenge will be her enemy, and believe me, even if we don't attack Andorhar, the Forsaken themselves will attack there, as this is the closest undead scourge to them, the first step in her revenge." Now, it's not a wise choice for you to turn down a potential ally, or even put yourself on the enemy ground. ”

"No, I'm not going to be hostile to them, I just don't like to be in league with them." Tyran didn't want to accept the accusation, but he stood by his opinion.

"Nobody likes that, but Tyran—you are a lord, a ruler, a paladin who is known for his kindness and justice. You must rule your people with law and justice, choosing allies with wisdom and reason, not personal preferences. Lordaeron has already experienced too much suffering, orc wars, natural disaster wars, in this troubled land, law and justice have been destroyed, destroyed ......" Tirio said earnestly, he paused, a look of memory appeared on his haggard face, he remembered the years before the outbreak of war, it was the best period of the kingdom of Lordaeron, in the wise Terenus? Under Minethil II, Lordaeron flourished like never before, "Destruction is easy, but it is difficult to create something good, right, and to survive." And we, right now, are on the path to re-establishing all of this, and in order to do that, we must unite all our forces. ”

Yes, destruction is indeed easy! The Valley of the Hearth has finally broken free from the shadow of the Scarlet Crusaders, and Silver Dawn is planning a major campaign to reclaim Andorhar, and everything looks going for the better, but as a decision-maker, my choices could ruin it all at any time. But I do want to make the right choice, one that is right for Fireplace Valley, right for Silver Dawn! One messy thought after another in Tyran? Fordin's head was huddled and he was running around in distraction, and he felt like his skull was about to burst. But how can I make a good choice? Yes, we do need the power of the Forsaken, but no one wants to be associated with them-"

He blinked.

"Maybe we can work with the Forsaken, but not in an alliance," he pondered intently, not noticing that his thoughts were blurting out, "We can also join them in attacking Andorhar, but we can't be expected to treat them the same way we treat the Minotaurs and Orcs, the Minotaurs and Orcs are at least alive, but the Forsaken are not even alive, and we can't even tell the difference between them and the Scourge Legion." ”

Tirio didn't speak, Diego didn't speak, everyone watched in silence as Tyran, who had finally turned his head, was gushing and planning there, and they could all hear that Tyran's position was softening and changing.

"Obviously, they can't enter the Valley of the Hearth, the humans here will be terrified, they will think that the Scourge has broken the gates and stormed in, and we can't risk panicking in doing so. We might be able to place them somewhere outside of Fireplace Valley, and Firestone Farm is a good choice. Tyran said as he filled in his head.

"Moreover, we can't mix them with human soldiers, who have not yet formed any tacit understanding, both in terms of combat habits and mutual trust. Perhaps we should arrange for them to act alone and attack Andohar from the other side. ”

"Especially with that stinking smell, you wouldn't want to stand with them." The Blood Spear added in his heart.

Tyran held his hands on his shoulder, his eyes squinting at the void above his head, and his mind kept coming up with ideas about the Forsaken, some of which were very realistic and feasible, and some of which were somewhat out of place. As these thoughts were narrated by him one after another, a mature, clear idea began to emerge in his mind.

"In general, we need an ally, not ask them to join in their personal name, and the policies that apply to orcs and minotaurs are not suitable for the Forsaken, especially if our enemies are also undead creatures! Keeping a certain distance is a good thing for both Silver Dawn and the Forsaken! ”

Tyran had finally said all he had to say, and he tapped excitedly on the table, turning to look at Tirio and seeing his father smile and nod proudly at him.

Tirio got up from his chair, and two strode forward to hug his son. As he held Tyran in his arms, he heard the first few sparse applause. Then the applause grew louder and louder, with whistles of cheer and joy.

"That's right, that's it!"

"Nothing could be more correct, this is the kind of cooperation between the orcs and the forsaken, or the orc's sensitive nose will be in grave trouble!"

Tyran turned his head to look at the others, and he saw Diego, Masrae, orcs, minotaurs, dwarves, all smiling and clapping at him. At the door of the hall, Arton was looking at him with relief, sincerely glad that he had finally cleared up his differences with Tirio.

"I'm sorry for my stubbornness," said Tyran, looking at him guiltily as he left Tirio's embrace, "Pride and prejudice have blinded my eyes, making it impossible for me to see what is right and what is wrong!" ”

"You know, when a calf is stubborn, a whip will bring him to his senses," Tirio said with a smile, "but you've grown up, and I'm sure you'll get over it yourself." ”

"Thank you for not giving up on me until I did." Tyran replied gratefully, looking at his friends around him, "Sorry, guys! ”