Tirio Ferding jumped off his horse, and then searched everywhere for his target, some giant bats were taking off and landing in the distance, he couldn't figure out how these people tamed those ferocious giant beasts, but based on past experience, in order to really tame a species as a mount, it would take at least ten generations of repeated cultivation and screening, eliminating the too wild ones, leaving those who are more willing to be close to humans...... Wait, he saw that his son Tyran was standing in front of the fence waiting, while the two watchtowers behind him hung huge flags dyed red with Lordaeron. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He never imagined that one day he would walk into the camp of the Scarlet Crusaders again...... The undead at the Cowling junction have long since been swept away, the dilapidated houses have been demolished, and watchtowers, fences, ballistas and artillery have turned the intersection into a miniature fortress.

Fording moved closer, trying to make sure his son wasn't being coerced—he saw the look of excitement on Tyran's face, clearly happy for his arrival.

Not long ago, he received a letter from Tyran, asking him to come to the Kaulin junction in person...... Low-key.

Confident in his fighting skills and concerned about Tyran, Tirio Fording decided to take a risk, leaving a handful of retinues on standby at a distance from the junction to continue the perilous journey alone - he had failed in his duty as the leader of the Silver Dawn, but after witnessing too many tragedies, he did not want to be a derelict father again.

Tyran hugged him warmly, and to his slight relief, it seemed that little Mograine's invitation was not a trap - or rather, not all of it.

As they walked through the camp, most of them stopped to stare at Old Fordin, some with angry and hateful stare, and Tirio was not at all surprised, the mad Scarlet Crusaders had always considered themselves orthodox, and regarded Silver Dawn as traitors and pagans who had betrayed the Light faith.

But they didn't even copy the guys and surrounded them, which is already a great improvement.

Others ...... It is interesting to see him from those from the Valley of the Hearth, who had been their lord and won the love of all for his justice and gentleness, but who had abandoned them in pursuit of justice, and finally plunged them into the abyss of crusader madness with Tyran.

Old Ferding lowered his head slightly, as if he was apologizing, but he had no regrets.

"I'm sorry, father."

"No, Tyran, you don't need to apologize to me for the mistakes I made." Old Fording patted Tyran on the shoulder, and for a moment he paused, for when he learned that Ethan Lion was planning to execute Tyran, some ominous premonition had taken over all his thoughts, as if it were a revelation of the Light—he had never imagined that he would walk side by side with his son like this.

The child playing with the wooden sword was as tall as himself.

"Thank you for being here in person, I know I'm asking too much." After a moment of silence, they walked forward, and Tyran hesitated, but said softly, "Miss Mograini is a little inconvenienced, so I can only ask you to come." ”

"Inconvenience?" Old Fording grasped the point of Tyran's words accurately, but he still froze, and he spoke as if he had taken these crusaders, and little Mograine as his own, and he would never have revealed such information had he not been his father.

He remembered that Tyran had suddenly appeared at the Chapel of Light's Wish more than half a month ago, and he tried to convince his son to stay at Silver Dawn, but Tyran kept rejecting him with a complicated expression.

After the little girl of the Mograini family stabbed Naxxramas in the face, no one doubted that the blood-colored crusaders who suddenly appeared from the west were really fighting against the undead of the Scourge.

If justice can be pursued anywhere, what position does he have to ask Tyran to obey his will?

But he would keep his eyes peeled for Loria Mograine, and he would not tolerate her and her Scarlet Crusade once again falling into madness.

"You'll find out right away." Tyran sighed slightly, and led Old Fording to the big tent in the center of the camp, where a tall, thin and tough man stared at them closely by the curtain at the entrance, and his excessively sharp eyes made people feel very displeased, and at last, he took a half step back and gave way to the entrance.

"Who is he?"

"Ragnes, a...... Well, the Assassins, they've been preventing a lot of undead assassinations of Miss Mograini lately. ”

Furding frowned slightly in disdain.

The light in the tent was very dim, there were almost a few thin candles to provide a faint light, and it looked like it was going to be extinguished at any time, and what was even more troublesome was the inexplicable low temperature, and the simple armor of Old Ferding was soon covered with a layer of frost.

"I'm sorry." A soft, subtle voice rang out, and the light of magic lit up the space inside the tent, "I'm really uncomfortable. ”

Loria's face was not as pale as a living person, she seemed to be trying her best to hang herself in her chair, and the cold breath seemed to come from her, but there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

"Are you alright...... Child. Furding frowned deeply, it seemed that it was not without a price to make a big fuss in Naxxramas, and her appearance as if she was terminally ill was inevitably pitiful.

Loria seemed to roll her eyes, but still answered Old Fortin's question, "It's not a big deal, it's probably to the extent that half a life is lost...... Not really half dead, but ...... Don't worry, just sit down. ”

"What is this?" As soon as he sat down, he noticed the rubbish on the table—a pile of metal fragments, to be exact.

"Well......" Loria twisted her head to the side, "the power of the Scourge has finally completely corrupted it, and the betrayal has overwhelmed it, and finally, it has regained its pure body, but at the cost of destruction." ”

She was vague and strangely worded, but she finally made sense of what she was talking about—anyway, because of the undead and the cauldron of betrayal, something had broken like this, and she was right, there was not the slightest breath of the undead on the pile of wreckage.

"This is ......" Tyran frowned, "Ember Bringer?" ”

There are many versions of the story of Loria overturning Naxxramas, one of which says that she buried her undead father and snatched back the nemesis of the undead, the Ember Bringer.

Loria's head never turned back, but she nodded slightly.

Rao was very familiar with Alexander Mograini, and the old Fording did not recognize the pile of fragments as the legendary artifact, the Ember Bringer.

Ferdin's father and son showed a look of pity at the same time.