"Arton, is that you?" Tyran? Fording jerked his head up, his eyes staring at the figure without blinking.

"Are you ......" The man walked closer, and everyone finally saw his face.

He was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with broad shoulders and a stout build, with thick hair and a beard that was disheveled, covering most of his face. He wore a tunic made of linen—actually a piece of linen with three holes in the neckline and cuffs, a string tied around his waist that he had found out of nowhere, and his bare arms covered with bruise whip marks.

"It's me, Tyran! Your little Tyran! Tyran let out a wail and pounced on him, embracing the middle-aged man at once.

The middle-aged man made a defensive gesture at first, but when he saw who was coming at him, he smiled and lowered his arms, allowing the other man to hug him.

"Oh, Tyran, it's really you!" He sighed sadly, and he pulled a hand from Tyran's arms and patted him gently on the shoulder, "I thought I would never see you again!" ”

"It's me! I should have come to see you! Tyran said reproachfully, his face full of remorse, "But I'm also under house arrest by Ethan Lion because I don't agree to arrest you!" ”

"And how did you escape?"

"They helped me, these brave adventurers were sent by my father." Tyran said excitedly, turning around so Arton could see the men.

"My father isn't dead, and you know he isn't, right? You've cruelly hidden it from me for so many years! He said to Arton in a complaining tone, but there was joy and joy in every word.

"Salute to you, salute to your loyalty!" Facing Alton's gaze, Diego bent down in greeting. Behind him, the Night Elves and the Minotaur also paid tribute to the middle-aged man covered in whip marks with their own racial rituals. No matter what race or country, this loyalty and dedication that has lasted for more than 20 years deserves this respect.

Arton returned the salute politely, his gaze swept over the strange-looking Minotaur and Night Elf's face, and when he saw Diego's face, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously, and then he looked away casually.

"Guys, come out! Let's see who's coming! He turned, lowered his voice and shouted deeper into the mine.

With his shout, more than forty men came out of the tunnel.

These people were all traditional Lordaeron northern men, or old men, they were tall and burly, but they were already old, most of them had gray hair and rough skin, and they looked like they were fifty or sixty years old. They were ragged and had whip marks everywhere, but they were still in good spirits, and their waists were straight, standing proudly like pine trees. Most of these people follow Tirio? The veterans of the Second Orc War, who had fought in the Second Orc War, had experienced more difficult situations than this, and there was no predicament for them that they could not survive.

They looked at each other in disbelief at the sight of Tyran, and a few seconds later, laughter erupted from the crowd. Their voices were so loud that if it weren't for the mines, Diego would have feared that the entire Hearthvale would have been awakened from their dreams.

"Hey, it's Tyran, our little lord!"

"I knew that Tirio's son couldn't be an idiot! He'll be able to tell who's good and who's bad! ”

"Hey, my lord, if you don't come again, we're going to kill ourselves, I'm really fed up with this dark place!"

They were so babbling that Tyran couldn't even intervene for a moment.

"Are you going to take them with you?" Diego looked at the duck-like veterans and whispered with a headache.

"Is there any other way?" Tyran smiled bitterly and said, "We can't leave them behind to face Ethanlion's revenge, and that ruthless old priest will never show mercy." ”

"Well, then, let them come with us, hopefully there's still time!" Diego glanced back at the sky outside the cave and said helplessly, he went through the terrain of the Valley of the Hearth in his mind, and then found a route to the cliff where they tied the rope, "We may be able to leave along the base of the mountain, but for now, you have to shut them up and listen to me!" ”

Tyran nodded, turned and whispered a few words to Arton. The latter kicked away a foaming veteran who was standing in front of him, and took a few steps forward to the center of the crowd.

"Quiet! There's something to talk about later, now, all him. ? Shut up! Arton shouted rudely, and the veterans were startled, and they all subconsciously closed their mouths and focused their eyes on him. After many years of fighting side by side, they have become accustomed to obeying every order of the captain of the guard.

Arton nodded at Diego and motioned for him to come up and speak.

Diego took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Arton.

"We're not safe right now, and we don't have time to waste," Diego said straight to the point, "Now that the whole of Hearthvale is in the hands of Grand Attorney Ethan Lion, even Tyran has escaped from Madenhold Castle, we must get out of here as soon as possible, go to Tirio, join up with his Silver Dawn, and take it back!" ”

"We'll all listen to you!" Arton immediately made a decision and took the lead in speaking, he turned his head and looked at the veterans fiercely, "Do you have any opinions?" ”

"Nope!" The veterans shook their heads in unison, as if they were afraid that if they were slow to answer, Arton would kick them. shares in general.

"Then let's set off, we'll stick to the foot of the hill, Masrae and Guanhaifa will explore the way ahead," Diego commanded, "and we must try to hide as much as possible, because the castle has already discovered that Tyran is missing, and it is estimated that the whole city will be searched and hunted soon, and once it is exposed, it will all be over." ”

"Pick a few of you to grab the guards and follow me and Tyran in the middle," Diego continued, looking at the minotaur, "Dezko, you walk behind to treat the wounded, and if there is a fight, you need to keep them safe." ”

"We don't need anyone's protection," Arton unceremoniously refused, waving his shovel a few times in his hand, "When we fought in the Second Orc War, those orcs were better than these Crusader recruit eggs. The son is much more cruel. ”

Diego didn't speak. It doesn't matter, as long as you don't drop the chain, you love it, and we should do it. He winked covertly at Dezko, who nodded knowingly.

After packing up, the group came out of the mine and followed the foot of the mountain all the way to the south.

The Valley of the Hearths had now been fully awakened, and the stone lampposts on both sides of the road had been lit up, illuminating the streets, and scarlet Crusader soldiers were running up and down the streets, knocking on doors and searching for them. Everywhere there were awakened residents complaining dissatisfied, and some were curious to ask the soldiers who were being arrested. But no one dared to answer their question, except for the phrase "ordered to search for the fugitives" when they knocked on the door, and the soldiers entered the door silently, searched silently, and then left silently and rushed to the next house.

This mute style makes them inadvertently miss the opportunity to make great achievements, because those who live in sheds. Household. The refugees who had seen Diego and his party had no way of knowing that they were going to capture the Beastmaster hunter with three pets.

Diego and his party walked slowly along the mountain wall, and they encountered far more difficulties than Diego had imagined, because it was far away from the residential area, and although the possibility of being found was reduced, it was also very empty because of the lack of shelter from the buildings, and the few bushes that scattered could not form a cover at all. Even more worrying are the careless, grinning veterans, these veterans who have participated in the orc war may be good at fighting, but they are not good at hiding their tracks, they are almost unabashedly striding out of the way, only stepping on the right step.

In just two quarters of an hour, Diego felt like he was about to collapse. If it weren't for keeping quiet, he would have already started scolding. He felt that it was a miracle that he could tolerate it until now, and he wanted to die now.

But what's even more amazing is that they didn't find anyone when they got to their destination all the way. Looking at the rope hanging from the top of the mountain not far away, Diego wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

However, at this moment, with a soft sound of "pop", a series of four or five huge braziers were suddenly ignited, and the blazing flames rose more than a person high, illuminating the entire foot of the mountain as if it were day.

is like a field chicken that was suddenly illuminated by the light in the dark night, and the group was stunned all of a sudden!

"Lying. Trough! That was the only thought on Diego's mind at that moment!