Although the tall and thin figure on the riverside was dressed as an old peasant, ordinary farmers were afraid that they had already fallen down in fright when they saw these boats loaded with abomination, where could they dare to be so calm and independent in the wind.

"This guy should be the target of his trip, Tirio Fortin......"

Su Chen landed the griffon, which was already tired of flying, and then walked quickly towards the tall and thin old man, Arthas had the appearance of Old Fording in his memory, but that was the memory of many years ago when he was the Lord of Hearthvale.

"Alsace...... His Royal Highness the Prince? The tall and thin old man frowned, looking at Su Chen with some hesitation, but he quickly recognized his identity.

However, although there was no movement on the surface, Su Chen could feel that his whole body was tense, and it was estimated that as long as he moved slightly, he would immediately attack.

Su Chen couldn't help but show a wry smile, it was obvious that this tall and thin old man was indeed Old Fordin, but although he lived in seclusion on the bank of this desolate river, the news was not completely closed, and he had already known the news of Arthas's fall.

"It's my ......" Su Chen didn't continue to get closer, but began to repeat his defense.

Unexpectedly, he was worried that the old man would not believe him like Mograini and the others, but after listening to his explanation, Old Fording immediately relaxed and saluted him.

"Since I lost everything when I was in Northrend, I can't prove my identity at all, do you believe what I said......" Su Chen smiled bitterly.

"Of course I believe that I, a useless bad old man, live in seclusion, and there should be nothing worth deceiving His Highness the Prince." Tirio laughed.

Su Chen shook his head when he heard this: "I think you should already know the current situation in Lordaeron, the undead are raging everywhere, the people are suffering, this country needs you, the people also need you, I hope you can put on your battle robe again." ”

"I've been banished by the Silver Hand, and I've long since lost the power of the Light, and I'm afraid I can't do much more than farm on this small farm." Tirio smiled wryly and spread his hands, looking reluctant to go out of the mountain.

In fact, in the history of World of Warcraft, Old Fording rushed into the execution ground to save the orcs after being deprived of the power of the Holy Light, and was completely treasonous, and after living in seclusion, he became depressed, and continued to stay here for many years even when the natural disaster was raging, until his son Tyran died before he regained his strength.

His current appearance is indeed not much different from that of an ordinary farmer.

However, Su Chen naturally would not be deceived by this appearance.

Uther also can't use the Holy Light after transforming into an undead, but his combat power is still off the charts, and it is no problem for a person to brush the Psychic Academy alone.

Old Fording is the same first-generation paladin, and his combat power will definitely not be below it, not to mention that it is not difficult for this old man to fully recover the power of the Holy Light, and after obtaining the Ash Bringer, he can compete with the Lich King.

"Did you know that Mr. Uther had died in battle in Andohar?" Su Chen said suddenly.

"Uther is dead?" Old Ferdin's tall and thin body trembled visibly, and at the same time showed a look of consternation on his face.

With the Undead Scourge almost completely in control of the Plaguelands, the news from Old Fording was clearly a bit late.

"He and the paladins of the Silver Hand would rather die to defend Andorhar, and after he died in battle, he was resurrected as the undead by those demons." Su Chen said in a deep voice.

"These damn demons!" Old Ferdin's clenched fists could not help but tremble slightly, and it was obvious that he was extremely angry in his heart.

"However, Uther is extremely loyal to Lordaeron, and his belief in the Light is also extraordinarily strong, even after becoming an undead, he is still free from the control of those demons, and now he is still fighting for the rescue of Lordaeron with the warhammer of the past, and has personally recovered Keldaron." Su Chen said, but he didn't say that he used the frost grief to bring Uther to his senses.

"Oh, where is Uther now?" Old Ferding finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"Before I went to Quel'Thalas to warn the High Elves to beware of the undead attack, Mr. Uther was in the Valley of the Hearth, with Lord Tyran, but is likely to be gone now......"

"Fireplace Valley? Tyran? Old Fordin's eyes widened suddenly, and it was evident that he cared deeply about his son, despite his seclusion.

"Well, Lord Tyran is leading the soldiers of Hearthvale against the undead, and we originally planned to use Hearthvale as a base and gradually reclaim Lordaeron, but during my trip to Quel'Thalas, Mograine and the others also rushed to Hearthvale, and they thought that Mr. Uther had become an undead and banished him."

Mograini ...... They're a bit too extreme. Old Furding frowned slightly.

"Not only that, but they also took the remnants of the soldiers of the Valley of the Hearth to attack the royal capital of Lordaeron, which is likely to bury the last bit of resistance of Lordaeron, and once this last resistance fails, the Valley of the Hearth will definitely be attacked by those undead, so I hope you can come forward to dissuade them, lest the soldiers of the Valley of the Hearth die in vain." After Su Chen finished speaking, he stared at Tirio.

The Valley of the Hearth was originally the domain of Tirio Fordin, and it is believed that he will not sit idly by and watch the people of his territory die in vain.

"This ...... I need to think about it......" Tirio hesitated.

"It's too late to think about it, I just came from Daronshire, it has just been captured by the undead, it has become a ruin, and now there are still many people in all parts of Lordaeron trying their best to resist the attack of the undead, but they can't hold out for long, you should see the boats flowing on this river day and night, they are all transporting the elite of the undead, the arrival of each ship is likely to lead to the fall of a trapped village, we must do everything we can to save the people of Lordaeron, Tirio, Lordaeron needs you now!" Su Chen continued to persuade.

"I am willing to fight for Lordaeron, but I have long been banished and exiled by the Silver Hand, and I cannot return to ......"

Su Chen immediately interrupted him and said in a deep voice, "I restore your former honor as Prince Lordaeron, Lord Tirio, I order you to return to the Valley of the Hearth immediately. ”

"Yes, Tirio obeys His Highness's orders." Old Furding hesitated slightly, and finally slowly bowed down and saluted Su Chen.

"Then let's go at once." Su Chen felt a little proud in his heart, it was really most useful to deal with this kind of knight who was born in a military force and relied on mandatory orders.

However, after seeing Tirio pull out a pony without a saddle, the corners of Su Chen's eyes couldn't help but jump wildly.

He immediately remembered the love and family mission in the game, and it was this pony that Old Fording rode to Hearthvale, only to be one step too slow, resulting in Tyran being killed by Ethanlion.

"Time is pressing, let's go back together on a griffin, if we go back one step earlier, maybe we can reduce the number of deaths."