We had dinner here, and it was evidently an honour for my paladin's fellow paladins to be seated in such a sacred place, and as a matter of course, Ronin and Winlessa, though also very dignified, showed that they enjoyed such an honorable hospitality. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the other hand, Uther and I were not in such a mood, and we were still in a straight face. However, this was not surprising to everyone, who could have attributed our state to the friction we had had in the afternoon, and not to think that it was about another paladin.

Archbishop Alonso may be upset, but as a host, he obviously has to maintain the hospitality he deserves, such as smiling all the time, but perhaps not having the joy of my friend, and the best manifestation of this is his surprisingly poor appetite... I'm sure it has nothing to do with his health.

I don't remember how the dinner ended, because I was still thinking about how to carry out my plan until I went to bed. For example, the decision to revoke the expulsion of the Paladin Tirioferdin. But apparently I don't have that right yet, after all, I'm not a king yet. And even if I am or I have been granted the right to exercise the king's power, I will be repressed if I take control of the affairs of the church in this way. And even if he retains his reputation as a paladin, he can no longer afford to let him bear his original reputation in front of the world.

Stopping the teacher's actions is not the cure. And his punishment is only a precursor, what really worries me is that after his orc friend is caught, this old guy will be desperate to save him, even at the cost of his life... And then they were sent to the gallows together....and I was under the impression that they would be rescued by the orcs who suddenly appeared, but my concern was that there were no so-called orcs who had returned to tradition, because Thrall was still in the cage. Perhaps the real-life version would be that the orcs rescued Tirioferdin and the orc and then used their own way to torture the paladin.

Such a death has no glory to speak of, and may even be a laughing stock. This is a great insult to the old paladin, and I believe that this is the last thing Uther wants to see.

I tried to think of possible solutions. Like I go, or do I send someone to save them?

Obviously not, no matter which human or elf or dwarf had stood up with Tirioferdin in the past when he saved the orcs. That would bring his reputation to the ground.

So... I still have to rely on outsiders, and the only other aliens I know are Crassus and Thrall, who is still studying. Considering the former first, captive captivity can be easy for the Red Dragon Mage, and his dragon appearance can also disguise his identity as a Kenrito Mage Councilor. But for the Alliance, which had just eased its hostility towards the Red Dragons, such an approach would be tantamount to rekindling the fear of their dragons in the minds of humans, because a Red Dragon without an orc rider would undoubtedly push their reputation to the brink of demonic pronouns again.

If he can't go, then what about Thrall, but what can an orc who is still imprisoned and has not yet fully self-conscious do....

What else can be done? Maybe the disturbed thoughts will eventually overwhelm the last energy. With this doubt and the tiredness of the day, I fell asleep.

Maybe it was because I thought too much about the paladins and orcs during the day, and I dreamed of the moment when I fought the most. That is, the battle under the city of Lordaeron, and I am still who I am now, not who I was then. The warriors of Lordaeron and I continued to pour down the city to attack the orcs who tried to attack it. I wielded my hammer in a flash, and one vicious bloodthirsty orc after another fell at my feet, and although I killed with all my might, I always felt that something was wrong.

For example, there was no sign of spell casting around me, and I couldn't help but look back and there was no Khadgar behind me. And when I looked back at the enemy, I didn't notice the alliance army surrounded by Tulayan, only the endless orc tribes. I carefully sorted out my thoughts, and I quickly realized that this was not reality, it was just a dream... Maybe he's guiding me to something.

As I wondered and looked around, I soon saw an even more sturdy orc, with his stone hammer and ogre-like body and heavy plate armor, and eyes that didn't have the red of his kind... Only one person fits this trait.

He was helpless and sighed... That's right, he was the only one I remembered, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and I was full of smiles.

"That's right, that's what I'm looking for. ”

I was awakened by my sweet dreams. I know that there is only one person who can help Tirioferdin. That is the legendary Great Chief of the Orcs, Hammer of Doom Orgrim. I felt it was very necessary for me to rescue the orcs who were still imprisoned in the cellar.

The next morning, we said goodbye, the Archbishop and Uther, apparently the Lightbringer was also traveling at this time, but we were going in a different way than him. I went directly to the north, and he went to the northeast, so we walked together for a while, and then we said goodbye.

We watched as our teacher left and returned to the same atmosphere as before. For example, without any scruples, he can express his knowledge and thoughts.

"I didn't expect the master to be difficult for you. Thassarian asked with concern, and I was glad that he didn't tease me, but spoke to me. "Isn't that all about gladiatorial fights?" said Thassarian, turning a little sad. "If only I had been allowed to go. ”

"You're going?" Melvin questioned. "You're going to lose us a lot of taxes. ”

Perhaps it is rare for a silent mockery to mock a big mouth, and once such a result appears, it will cause everyone's joy even more.

Thassarian didn't argue, apparently he was doing it to liven up the atmosphere. And I smiled, but it didn't last long, because I was still thinking about another problem, how to save this orc. You must know that the night market in Lordaeron is also very lively, and it will not be easy to let go of an orc the size of an ogre.

Maybe I and my buddies will help with this.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince him, and even if he is forced to do so, it is still a joke on his reputation, if he is found out, he will definitely be saddled with a heavier crime than Tirioferdin, and at the same time two paladins will appear to save the infamous orcs... This is also a serious blasphemy against the Holy Religion.

Or rely on the mage, teleportation is relatively safe. And I have a mage by my side who knows this spell, Ronin.....

I'm sure I've developed a deep friendship with him, but let him let an orc go... I feel like I'm going to touch the bottom line of this human being, because he and his girlfriend Winlessa have only infinite hatred for orcs....

Uh, I'm distracted. I don't know where reality has gone, only that all eyes have stopped and stared at me.

"What are you thinking..... why don't you answer?"

"That's it for dinner yesterday... What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Haven't you always been thick-skinned?.... are you still unhappy with the teacher's reproach?"

"Are you thinking about my sister and Gianna? Winlessa asked me at the end, and it was clear that her face was not mocking, but concerning. She understood that the pain of separation was not pleasant.

Seeing how much they cared about me, I knew there were things I didn't have to hide from them.

"No... "I organized the language and decided to tell the paladins about it first. "The reason for the master's delivery came from the news that the paladin Tirioferdin had made friends with the orcs....." Everyone looked surprised when I said that. In order to make my words more convincing, I still reported the itinerary of my mentor. "The teacher went to Stratholme to lift his light..."

I glanced at my friends' faces, so they were either surprised, confused, or angry, but Manic was the only one who showed seriousness, perhaps his friend who had been following his mentor Uther in the first war with the Horde must have a very deep understanding of the old paladin.

If it had been before, I am afraid that he would not have believed that Tirioferdine had befriended the orcs, what a ridiculous joke and mockery. But after my encounter with him with the orcs, he may feel a sense of déjà vu, or maybe he has really shaken his understanding of the orcs this time.

But not everyone thinks the same way.

"How could he do this!" Winlessa grimaced, perhaps for a ranger who had lost his family to an orc, there was nothing more to look forward to than to destroy those green-skinned creatures. But now that he's heard the news from me, perhaps our paladin's impression will be greatly diminished in her mind. "He's just scum. ”

When she said this about the old paladin, Thassarian and Melwin looked at me unconsciously. Because three years ago they also knew that there was a little paladin who had committed the same 'crime' near the orc shelter in Dalaran.

Listening to Winlessa's comments and the eyes of my friends in the know, I knew that if I told them my plan, I would have to argue with her now, or never tell them that we still had a mission to save the orcs. But facing Winlessa's angry face reminded me of the relationship I had finally established with Sylvanas... I hesitated. And just then, another voice was heard. Perhaps he was saying it in an inquiring manner.

"Doesn't the Light belong to any living being?"

I heard Falik's hint and felt very harsh, yes, this was the strongest argument I had ever given to the orc and his family when I released them three years ago.

"Including orcs?" Winlessa wondered. But seeing the wordless expression of our paladin, it seems to recognize something. "No, it's not the way of the Paladin. ”

Winlesa even shed tears, and at this time I even doubted that she had faith in the Light, and if that was the case, it would be all the more necessary for me to tell her a fact.

"No, that's it... The Light belongs to anyone. I paused, glanced at the sad elf, and continued, "Tirioferdin, yes, there is no doubt about justice....surely that orc is worth associating. I said firmly. And the eyes slipped away from everyone. All paladins nodded except for the doubtful mage and the angry ranger.

"You...."The Ranger fell to his knees crying bitterly. Perhaps she had a hard time accepting that her newfound human friends would have a crush on orcs. This undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to her belief in friendship. And Luo Ning also gave us a puzzled look when he comforted his beloved, he probably didn't understand how we, as the staunchest supporters of the alliance, could have such an understanding.

Maybe I should comfort the Warriors, but I know that the best way for me to do so is to prove it.

"Orcs are not evil, but have been changed by the influence of some kind of physical object. I explained to her and Ronin. "I'm sure Crassus should have discussed it with you. Seeing Luo Ning, he nodded. So I continued, "Before this they had a very similar personality to the dwarves..."

When I say this, I may have forgotten the friendship between Winlessa and the Dwarves, who together went through the trials of life and death together in saving the Red Dragon.

Although I don't mean anything to disparage the dwarves in this sentence, but....

"Dwarves are not orcs. "Winlessa clearly misunderstood me, she knew that many humans, especially human nobles, hated the sloppiness of dwarves, and perhaps she also put me in that category, so she showed extreme anger, which reminded me of Sylvanas that night. Although she didn't threaten my life, she said something that was just as unbearable for me. "If you're saying good things about orcs, I'll tell my sister... I'll tell her you're Perrinor II."

I'll go... What could I say in the face of his threats, but I knew I had to convince Winlessa, for she was more reasonable than her sister, and I couldn't even convince her. Then I couldn't face her sister. But I could no longer persuade with words, or I should show the same anger.

Of course, it's just words, not tone of anger.

"It's not just you elves who hate the sins of their orcs, everyone here has orc blood under their swords, we are all killing just like them, and no amount of argument can hide this fact..."When I said this, everyone in the group nodded in acknowledgement. "But what makes us different from them is that we are for our homeland, for our loved ones, for our country and race, and for our world, that we take up arms, come together, form alliances against them. That is, we are for justice and glory. ”

Perhaps the Ranger was inspired by my words, and she should have fully understood that I could never be a traitor to the Human Alliance. So she followed my words and explained her understanding.

"But the orcs only kill, and there is no glory to speak of. ”

"Yes, yes was, or yes now. ”

"You could say it always has been. Ronin couldn't help but interject, maybe he was also testing the purpose of my words.

"No, the future is not certain, but there will always be some of them who will want to pursue their oldest goodness....I believe that Orc friend Tirioferdine made is trying to follow their ancient paths, for no one can doubt the glory of the old paladin. ”

When I said this, Luo Ning couldn't help but nodded, I was a little satisfied with this, at least I knew that this mage was shaken.

"You're kidding...."Willisa shook her head with a wry smile. "You're all crazy. ”

"We didn't..."I said calmly to the ranger, I believed that this ranger was influenced a lot by Luo Ning, such as being able to reason with her, so I told her about my plan

"Then let's test it on an orc now. ”

When everyone was silent, I knew it was time to complete my plan to meet the legendary Great Chief of the Tribe, and I wanted to see if he remembered his original will to save the Tribe.