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The golden light shone in Diego's hands, pouring into the bayonet. Before the soldiers could notice his arrival, the crow's bayonet stabbed out and pierced the sergeant's back, and the thick steel armor was poked through the front and back of the enchanted bayonet infused with holy light.

Diego's attack was as coherent as his peers, he drew his bayonet lightly, and the butt of his rifle slammed into the back of the head of the soldier next to him like thunder, and the soldier let out a muffled snort, fell to the ground like a log, and fainted.

At this time, the soldiers who were besieging Tyran finally noticed the enemy behind them, and when Diego attacked the third sentry, the sentry hurriedly raised his spear and tried to block the bayonet that came to him, but Diego shook his interception with a single stab, and the bayonet hit him in the throat like lightning.

In order to be nimble, the armor in that part was made of soft leather, and the sharp blade pierced into the flesh almost unhindered, harvesting a life in the blink of an eye. However, his death bought his companion time to react, and the two soldiers turned and attacked Diego from both sides.

"In the name of the Light!" Diego stretched out his left hand and pointed at one of the soldiers and shouted, the power of the Holy Light erupting from his hand, condensing in the air into a huge fist of sanctions, slamming into his opponent's head. The soldier didn't have time to react before he was knocked unconscious.

The other soldier raised his spear in a panic and stabbed at Diego, but the weak attack was not threatening, Diego dodged with a dodge, the bayonet slicing against the hilt of the spear, forcing his opponent to give up his weapon, and just before the soldier drew the long sword at his waist, Diego swung the butt of his rifle and hit him in the jaw from the bottom up, sending him flying in the air with a huge impact, and then slamming to the floor. Now, only one last opponent remains.

Diego turned around, only to see the soldier staggering and falling to the ground, his helmet already blown off and bleeding all over his face. By his side, Tyran? Fording was throwing away the bloodied legs and picking up a sword from the ground.

"Who are you?" He pulled his sword and looked at Diego with a blank face. Although the intruder saved his honor, he still failed to gain his trust, which may have been another trick by Ethan Lien.

"You'd better put away your weapons, Tyran, I'm not your enemy," Diego said as gently as he could, retracting his musket behind his back and removing the leather bag containing the token, "Just look at these things." ”

He gestured to the mouth of the bag, and with Tyran's permission, he opened it and took out the contents.

"No, it can't be, these things you brought ......," Tyran looked at these things in amazement—the toy war hammer, the painting, and the broken battle flag, he didn't know where Diego got it, because there was only one person but himself who knew what these things meant to him, and soon, he realized something, and he looked at Diego with a little trembling, "Father, is he still alive?" ”

"Yes, Lord Fording is still alive, he sent me." Diego said that he didn't say anything about his relationship with Tyran, which did nothing to dispel Tyran's doubts, and was tantamount to adding to the problem, "He would love to see you." ”

This incredible news struck Tylan like thunder? Fordin's heart, he sat on the floor in near-collapse, unconsciously rubbing the toy war hammer, muttering to himself: "Ever since I joined the Scarlet Crusade, I have been a puppet of the Grand Crusader Dasohan, faithfully carrying out any of his orders. But right before my eyes, the Scarlet Crusaders had changed dramatically, into what they had fought so hard to be—cold, tyrannical, insane, ....... ”

"Watching the Valley of the Hearth become depressed under Ethan Lien's rule, and no longer prosperous, I have reflected more than once on the right side of my way to join the Scarlet Crusade, and I have often assumed in my mind what my father would do if he were faced with such a situation." He gently put down the toy war hammer and picked up the oil painting called "Love and Family", he looked at his father in the painting affectionately, his eyes were full of admiration, "In fact, I have never lost any memory of my father, and these precious memories have allowed me to continue to live in this world after losing my glory." I often dreamed that my father was with me. He stood proudly beside me as I joined the Silver Hand. We fought against the overwhelming Scourge soldiers, and we brought glory to the Alliance and Lordaeron......"

Diego stood silently and didn't speak, because he knew, Tyran? Fording just needed a listener, and in his heart, his father's teachings were being recalled, the sense of honor as a paladin was awakening, and he was being redirected to the right path after the Battle of North-Valley.

Babbling about his father, Tyran? Ferdin's sad eyes grew brighter and his expression became resolute, and he finally picked up the torn battle flag, as if to regain his honor.

"I don't want to dream anymore, take me to my father!" He looked at Diego with blazing eyes and gritted his teeth.

"As you wish, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer." Diego said with a smile as he turned and walked out of the door of the chamber, stopping at the corner of the hallway, closing his eyes and sensing his teammates' progress from his psychic connection with Guan Haifa.

Tyran curiously followed Diego and poked his head out to look up the stairs leading to the second floor.

"What are we waiting for?"

"You don't think I can get you out alone, do you?" Diego opened his eyes and said with some amusement. But Tyran glanced back in the direction of the hall, apparently believing that it was not impossible. He was impressed by the incomparable ferocity of this hunter.

They didn't wait long, and after a while, Diego heard the faint sound of his body falling to the ground downstairs, and then waited for a few more minutes before a voice suddenly rang out in the air beside Diego.

In Tyran? Under Ferdin's surprised gaze, a sturdy black panther with shiny fur appeared in front of them, and to his horror, the cheetah actually spoke.

"Hey, Diego, looks like you've got it done?"

"Yes, for a while."

"He's yours......" Night Elf looked at Tyran? Ferding glanced at him and asked curiously.

"Yes, it's him," Diego interrupted him rudely, then quickly changed the subject, "have you dealt with the sentinels below?" ”

"Oh yes, it wasn't easy, we almost killed more than two dozen guards and three hounds along the way, and Dezko was all on the line."

"Then we'll leave." Diego interrupted his nagging once more and led the way downstairs.

"Alright, alright, Dezko and Kanhaifa are waiting down there," said the panther, turning his head and glancing at Tyran, who was still looking at him with surprise on his face, "You haven't seen the druid?" ”

Tyran shook his head. Before the Scourge War, he had traveled to Quel'Thalas, a High Elf kingdom in the north, but he had never seen a single druid there. In fact, after defeating the first invasion of the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago, the Night Elves abandoned their magic under the leadership of Malfurion and embarked on the path of the Druids, while the High Elves who did not want to give up their magic exiled themselves to the north of Lordaeron, where they founded Silvermoon City. Deep down, these High Elves simply didn't bother to learn the ways of the Druids, and in their opinion, only hillbilly pariahs would learn this kind of wilderness spell.

"It seems that in order to avoid you making a fuss in a momentary battle, I better change my form first." The panther gave him a playful look, and the next moment, a thick green light burst out of his body, and almost in the blink of an eye, a huge brown bear appeared in front of Tyran. It opened its mouth wide and bared its sharp fangs at him, which was supposed to be a smile.

Tyran? Fordin's mouth was wide open, and he stared at the behemoth in amazement, and he didn't come back to his senses until it disappeared around the corner.