This little episode about the Plague Flower didn't delay the adventurers too much, and they soon returned to their original state of boredom when they hit the road again, except for Masrae and Dezko who were still studying the Plague Flower with great interest, intent on discovering its secrets.

Because it was still far from the mouth of the Hearth Valley, the Scarlet Crusaders did not send scouts to this area, and there were few people on the main road. The Plague of Natural Disasters is not useless, at least the Red Pine Jackals who were originally entrenched in the dense forests of this area have been forced to move away from the Western Plague Lands, and their sense of smell is far more sensitive than that of humans. Without these natural robbers, and the beasts have no time to look around, this journey has been peaceful, and there have been no accidents.

Bloodspear was half-asleep and napping, the cooperation between the orc and the wolf was so tacit, he staggered as if he could fall off the wolf's back at any moment, but he always miraculously maintained his balance, as if he was glued to the wolf's saddle.

Brian rode a bantam that Silver Dawn had given him, a small horse with thick limbs that could withstand the dwarf that resembled an iron-hulled crab. He was holding a flask and sipping in rare sips. It was the private collection of a dwarven blacksmith in a secret camp, and he hadn't drunk this dwarven honey from his hometown for a long time, and he was reluctant to drink it all in one sitting.

Diego was a little bored sorting out the equipment hanging from the back of the Kodo beast to pass the time, but his equipment was always well organized, except for an extra cowhide saddle bag next to the saddle, which contained the contents of the token that Tirio had given him.

Looking at this cowhide saddlebag, Diego couldn't help but think of the time he had with Tirio before he set off. Ferdin's conversation.

"You've got to give me something to convince Tyran that you sent me, right?"

Tirio thought for a moment, took the bag from a cupboard, placed it on the table, and untied the leather rope at the mouth.

The first thing he took out of the bag was a wooden warhammer, one-third the size of a standard warhammer. By the candlelight, Diego saw a small line engraved on the hammer: To my dearest son Tyran.

"It was given to him when he was seven years old, and this toy was his most cherished gift, a little warhammer, a replica of my warhammer. While I was banished for treason, his mother told him that I was dead, and that he was taken to my "grave" and buried the little warhammer and the memory of me there forever. Tirio said sadly, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen his son, the last time he saw Tyran was at the ceremony of his knighthood, but even that time, he had mixed in disguised as a spectator, and he didn't even dare to go up and say a word to Tyran.

He cleaned up the grief in his heart for a moment, then took the second item out of the bag. It was a flooded, whitish battle banner with the emblem of the Silver Hand embroidered on the flag, and the letters "L" and "D" embroidered on the corner of the banner with the letters "L" and "D" and four swords of different lengths were embroidered on the corner of the banner. After the baptism of war, the tail end of the battle flag has been damaged, and there are still holes left on the flag caused by the puncture of weapons.

"When Uther was killed, the Knights of the Silver Hand were completely disbanded. But Tyran still held on as best he could, leading his Hearthvale soldiers to continue the battle in the Eastern Plaguelands, and when they were forced into the battle-torn North Vale, he put up a final stand. However, with no one to fight alongside them, and no one to come to their aid, in this desperate battle of no one, 'Is there anyone else alive in the Order, and is there any point in this battle?' The thought had been haunting him, and it was with this thought in mind that the bewildered Tyran led the soldiers out of the battlefield and back to the Valley of the Hearth. He left the Knights' banner and his honor behind the blood-soaked land of Chatan. Tirio looked at the flag with a dejected face, his heart full of chagrin - if he had been by Tyran's side at that time, he would have been able to avoid such a mistake, which would have been a stain on the child's life.

Tirio? The third item that Fording took out of the bag was a two-foot-wide oil painting, which had been rolled up on a smooth beech scroll to prevent it from breaking and peeling the paint. Ferding gently brushed the non-existent dust and carefully unfolded the painting.

The painting depicts a family of three, a woman in a long white dress and a man in a green vest, and in front of them stands a little boy of four or five years old. Diego recognized at a glance that the man in the painting was Tirio? Fordin, who looked to be in the prime of life, with jet-black hair and a strong build.

The painter's skills are very superb, the pier trestle behind them, the blue lake and the rolling mountains in the distance, the colors are delicate and rich, the sense of hierarchy is very strong, and more importantly, through the depiction of some details, such as the hands of the husband and wife holding each other, the father's hand caressing his son's cheek, and the son's excited eyes because of the company of his parents, the love and family affection of a family of three are vividly expressed, and they leap on the page.

"Keldaron Island is in the middle of Lake Daron Mill in the southern part of the Western Plaguelands, and when Tyran was a child, my family used to go on vacation to Keldaron on vacation. The last time we went there, an artist named Riverley painted a picture of us walking by the lake. This is the thing that reminds me the most of the good times I had with Tyran and Kalandra. At that time, I held my wife and son, and my heart was filled with infinite love. "Tirio? Ferding held back the tears in his eyes, although it was not the first time he had seen this painting, but the longing for his deceased wife and son still made him feel uncontrollable and burst into tears.

Diego was embarrassed and speechless, as an illegitimate child, seeing his cheap dad thinking about a woman other than his mother in front of him, Diego was a little annoyed. However, perhaps Tirio also realized that this was a bit inappropriate, so he wiped his eyes and continued to explain the origin of these things to Diego.

"Some time ago, several adventurers traveled back and forth in the Eastern Plague Lands and helped me retrieve them." Tirio? Furding said with some emotion, he carefully rolled up the painting, and then put it back in the bag with other things, "It's okay for the other things, this oil painting called "Love and Family" was treasured by the painter in Stratholme, you know, that place is now in ruins, full of the living dead of the Scourge and the madmen of the Scarlet Crusaders, I specially hired a thief from the Ravenhold Manor to steal it back from it." ”

"I believe that Tyran is a good man, and he just needs guidance to save him from the false fanaticism of the Scarlet Crusade. He still has justice and glory in his heart, but he has lost his way, and I know that faith is in his heart, and he knows that what he is doing is wrong, but he needs someone to help him and help him get out of that quagmire. Tirio took the bag in his hand and solemnly handed it to Diego, "Child, I need you to give him these things to help him awaken the faith in his heart." ”

Diego silently took the bag, nodded, and was about to go out, but at this moment, Tirio grabbed his shoulder: "Believe me, child, in my eyes, you are all my most cherished relatives, just as precious, just as indispensable!" ”

Diego pounded his chest solemnly, turned and walked out.

Even if Fording wasn't his father, and Tyran wasn't his brother, purely out of concern for Tirio? Fordin's respect, he will do the same, he doesn't want this legendary hero to suffer the pain of losing a child, since he has come to Azeroth, to the Western Plague Lands, some things will not happen again! 9110