"No, we can't let him die, we have to save him!" I said in a firm tone, ignoring the astonished stares around me and running forward alone.

Bard was quick-eyed, ran two steps and grabbed me, and said angrily, "Are you crazy? Is it necessary for a living person to make you so anxious? ”

"You know the, Tyran Fordin is not an ordinary person, he can't die!" I was also a little angry when I was caught by Bard, and the words I said were a little sour.

I'm right, Tyran Fording is not an ordinary person, he is the son of a giant, if these guys knew that his son Tirio Fording would rebuild the Silver Hand again in the future, and unite the tribes and alliances to launch a general attack on Northrend, and finally hold the Ash Bringer in front of the Frozen Throne to smash the Frost Sorrow, then they would definitely not think that Tyran Fording is an ordinary person.

But none of this has happened, Tirio Fording is now just a bad old man who has removed the title of Paladin who doesn't know where to go, and all the glory has nothing to do with him, but can this ignore his future achievements?

The thought of being able to establish a good relationship with Galeries Lafayette in advance made my heart burn, not only for his own personality, but also for his absolute strength and high prestige, and now is a perfect opportunity to save Tyran Fortin, then everything will be solved.

Furthermore, if Tyran Fortin, who can be saved, can he also ease tensions with Alexandros Mograine and lead the Silver Hand? If the Forsaken and the Silver Hand join forces in the Plaguelands, it will not only relieve the pressure of the Forsaken being isolated. It could even pose a great threat to the Scourge Legion.

And all of this stems from this big pie that fell from the sky - Tyran Fordin.

So, no matter what, this kid can't be allowed to die.

"No, I can't. You must not go over, if your presence is discovered by the undead of the Scourge, then all our efforts will be in vain, and this place will be surrounded by enemies in an instant. Bard was unmoved, and the big hand that grabbed my arm was as firm as pliers.

"I ...... You ...... "I choked half to death by Bard, and he was right, if only I was found by a scourge undead." Then all the scourge undead have found me, what a fucking lich king, fucking mind control.

"Sunwind. You calm down first. "Then Winster came to my side, "Tyran Fortin, I know, a famous paladin, and the master of the Valley of the Hearth. But if that's why you want to save him. I think you're a little naïve, the living won't change their minds about the undead because he's a hairy boy, they'll still raise their butcher's knives to the forsaken, so you'd better not think about saving Tyran Fodin to get the friendship of the Silver Hand, it's just in vain. ”

"Winster is right." Carol chimed in.

"Every good thing in the living."

"The living must die!"

"That's it, that's it."

……

"Damn, you don't understand, you really don't understand. I don't want to go into too much detail now, I just ask you to save Tyran Fordin. Please. When everyone objected to my approach, I had no choice but to pray, and of course, threaten, "If you don't save him, I will never take another half step forward with you." ”

Bard pointed at me and was speechless for a while, and then turned to Wells and said, "You bring a few people over, remember that if you can destroy the enemy, you will destroy the enemy, but you can't ......"

"It's okay, there are only a few natural disasters and undead, and it's easy to deal with." Wells said nonchalantly.

"Alright then, watch out for stealth." Bud waved his hand away from Wells.

Looking at the backs of Wells and the others who were gradually moving away, I said, "Go and go back quickly!" With that, they disappeared into the night.

The wait is long, especially this kind of waiting when my life hangs in the balance, but I can't help anything, less than a minute, I feel as if an hour has passed.

"Winster, why don't you sneak over and take a look, so they don't have to work." I whispered to Winster.

Winster tilted his head and said coldly: "If you don't go, that person will die if he loves it, it's my business." ”

Nima's, isn't it just going to sneak, Gao Leng Mao, he still loves to die, the special Tyran Foding is dead, I have to cut you JJ, I really don't have a big picture at all.

"Sunwind, is Tyran Ferding your friend?" Carol said weakly.

Friends? If God calculates, then I have been friends with him for many years, but people are not expected to know me, thinking of this, my heart is a little lost, but then it began to heat up, not a friend, then make a friend, especially I don't believe that I can't hold Lafayette's thighs.

"Just him? Carol, you can chill him, but don't chill the owner of the hearth valley, Tyran Fording, the two of them are not from the same world at all, whether they live or die, they can't be friends. Winster said.

, why didn't I find out that Winster's high-cold goods are also very powerful, this mouth is broken, I have the urge to tear him apart.

"What do you idiot know? Even if I can't be friends with Tyran Fording, I will never be an enemy of him. I said back.

"Humph!" Winster snorted coldly and said, "If you don't save him, you will definitely not be an enemy with him, but once you save him, it will be unspeakable." ”

I can see that Winster's goods are deliberately angry with me, and since I threatened them with my own safety, this thing has eyes that are not eyes, and noses that are not noses, and sincerely can't get along with me.

Fortunately, there are a lot of my adults, and they don't know the importance of Tyran Fortin, let alone that Lafayette is the pillar of the rebellion against the Lich King in the future.

"Uncle Bud, are Wells reliable? Will they be able to save Tyran Fortin? After a moment of silence, I couldn't help but ask Bard.

Bud is a man who can afford to let go, since he agreed to save Tyran Foding, his anger has been gone, and when he heard my question, he patted me on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, Wells said yes, then you can, don't worry about it." ”

……

The imaginary blade did not stab the young paladin, but instead, in the long wait, he heard several daggers piercing into the brain and the skull shattering.

The young paladin opened his eyes and looked ahead, only to see the terrifying undead chasing him fall to the ground at some point, and behind them, there were several vague walking corpses.

"Tyran Fortin, is it? Congratulations, you have been rescued. (To be continued.) )

PS: I just finished cooking, I'm late, this is the first chapter, and there will be a second chapter later.

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