Tirio never imagined that he would be able to enjoy such an idyllic life in Hearthdale in his lifetime, and he seemed to be more accustomed to it without the cumbersome government affairs and troublesome protocols. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the revocation of the position of high lord, Fording had to think about the livelihood of the entire family. Without the royal court's subsidy, the Tirio family's life became struggling.

Fortunately, Furding did not live in a pampered family since he was a child, and such a predicament could not be difficult for him.

"Tomorrow I will go to the market and sell such baskets, so that our lives will not be the same as they are today." Carandra pressed her not-so-white fingers, she laughed.

Tirio took his wife's rough hands and said, "Don't be too lucky, don't forget, I still have me at home." ”

Kalandra straightens her husband's collar, and despite being dressed in civilian clothes, Carandra is still able to go to work neatly dressed.

Without being a Grand Lord, Tirio's family moved to live in two wooden huts in the East Watchtower. Coming out of the cabin, Tirio prepares to go to the town blacksmith to deliver a shipment of protective gear to the Blizzard chapter.

Tirio knew very well that Orok had let him deliver the goods to him because of his old friendship. It doesn't look like it used to be, and there aren't so many robbers who covet these weapons and armor.

"Big brother, don't go home in the afternoon. Your brother and sister are going to visit their mother's house today, and I asked her to bring more beef from the pasture. In the afternoon you take it home. Orok gave Fording a hand, and fastened his weapons and armor tightly to the carriage with twine.

After two months of work, Ferdin's movements were noticeably more proficient. He waved his hand and refused, saying: "The taxes collected by the royal court are high again, these days, it is not easy for everyone, so don't help me." ”

Ou Ruoke laughed a few times: "Big brother, don't see outside." When I didn't have anything to eat, didn't you still help me? ”

Tirio didn't say anything further, he always felt that living in this town was much easier than in the court of Lordaeron. At least these old friends can treat him sincerely.

After the front watchtower, we reached the crossroads, and in order to let his old fellow rest, Ferding simply jumped off his war horse and walked to the Blizzard Guild on foot.

"Tirio?" The Magister, who had just sent Chromie away, stood at the main entrance, looking at the once glorious Great Lord in front of him in amazement.

Tirio wasn't surprised at all, he said in a steady tone, "It's not like I haven't been seen for a long time, so I don't need to be so surprised." ”

Rollin hurriedly walked over and helped Tirio disassemble the armor on the carriage, and also cast a thermostatic spell on him to relieve Tirio's physical fatigue caused by a long day's journey.

"Why embarrass yourself so much, it's not that you don't know what kind of decision the current Lordaeron royal court has made." Rollin said with a long sigh.

Ferdin, knowing what the Magister meant, politely declined, "Wash your hands cleanly." Arthas doesn't want me to be in the royal court, so I don't want to trouble you. Life is quite quiet now, and I don't have so many worries. ”

"Depending on you, when you figure it out, it's never too late to come back." Rollin patted Tirio on the shoulder.

Tirio took a deep breath, he took Rollin's hand and said, "No matter what, don't harm the civilians!" Alsace's choice was extreme, but he was not a madman. ”

Rollin didn't want to think from Arthas's point of view, he cared about the stability of the entire Eastern Kingdom.

"Where there is power, there is resistance, I don't count, Tirio." Rollin replied.

Tirio fastened the reins to the railing of the stable, and sat down on the bluestone steps of the guild as he waited for the squire to settle the accounts.

Lorraine sat down with Tirio and said, "Lordaeron has accepted nearly a third of the Blizzard's guilds, no way, we don't want to be enemies of Lordaeron's people." But the problem that came with it was that Lordaeron controlled the economic lifeblood of all the nobles and merchants. Now Alsace has everything in his fists, not only from a political, military but also economic point of view. Without containment and control, Lordaeron now has no voice. ”

"He wanted to be a special king, a king to rival Soradin."

"The current alliance is not the Arathi Empire it once was. Did Arthas consider that the problems faced by the city-state today were completely different from those faced by Lordaeron? Rollin said helplessly.

Tirio rubbed his palms together, and he shook his head, "Just as he really controlled all of Lordaeron's power, Arthas is doing it step by step. From the idea to the dozens of high-level meetings of the alliance, to the economic sanctions and constraints, it led to the resolution of the Vocational High School a week ago. Archmagister, you know more than I do now, but I know more about Arthas than you do. This kid has something that the old king never thought of, and that is unity! The old king had worked hard for decades to lay a good foundation for Alsace, and with a prosperous city, a strong army, and an abundant treasury, there was no reason for Alsace to continue to govern the country the way his father did. There is no end to kingship. ”

"Maybe you're right, Tirio. If Arthas had not promoted his ideals by means of war, then the Secret Society and Dalaran would never interfere in Lordaeron's affairs. Rollin thought for a moment, he said.

Tirio smiled bitterly and said, "You can listen to my words as you like." I've long since fallen out of step with the times. I am sure, however, that Alsace will not resort to war as a last resort. ”

Rollin wanted to trust the king, but he remembered being a slave of the Burning Legion and the Elder Gods at the king's side, and he had a big head.

"Anyway, Archmagister, I have to go. I'll be back before evening. Tirio got up and patted his clothes, walked to the stables, and said.

Rollin waved his hand and said, "Go back, Tirio." ”

Leaving the Blizzard Guild, Tirio proceeded from the crossroads to the Crown Tower as usual.

However, there is something strange about the watchtower today, and the soldiers who greeted him before seem to be gone. In its place was a new group of soldiers.

Tirio didn't care too much, after all, the current commander was Garissus, and there was no basis for this guy to move the army.

Leisurely riding an old war horse from the watchtower, the dark blue eyes of the knight in black plate armor inside the watchtower revealed an excited light.

"Thassarian, Tirio! The real Tirio. ”

The Death Knight, who was following behind the Death Knight, drew his rune greatsword, and he echoed: "What a perfect world, soon, we will be able to welcome the most powerful Death Knight. The owner's long-cherished wish can be fulfilled. ”

"Haha, what an interesting picture of the Death Knight Tirio against the High Lord with the Ash Messenger in his hand."

As the sun set over the valley of the hearth in the west, and the sky grew dark, Tirio walked to the blacksmith of Orok, pushed them away, and said, "Brother, this is the bill. Look. ”

Tirio frowned as he turned to leave, as he turned to leave, as he seemed to be eyeing the still burning fire and the hot felt.

Orok was still here just now, and he couldn't have failed to hear his own shouts.

Tirio's spirit was highly concentrated, and he slammed open the door to the ore-filled room, only to find that the Orroques had no breath left.

There were no wounds, but there was fear in the eyes.

Tirio drew a long sword from the weapon rack, and with a wave of his hand, the holy light that spread from the divine storm immediately covered the entire blacksmith shop.

"Great Lord, we've been noticing you for a long time." The two Death Knights in the shadows had to step out under the light of the Holy Light. They looked at the Lightbringer in front of them, smiles on their faces.

Tirio surveyed the warriors in black plate armor, remembering the Death Knights who had appeared during the Orc Wars. However, the Death Knights standing in front of him are not the same as those Death Knights.

The latter is more powerful and seems to possess immeasurable power.

"Who the hell are you! What's not going to come at me? Why killed Mr. and Mrs. Orok! Tirio said angrily.

The burning light scorched Tirio's greatsword red, and a split second swing caused the two Death Knights in a defensive stance to take two steps back.

The rune greatsword that exuded the aura of frost had a long and narrow scratch, and the death knight did not flinch in the face of such a force, but became even more excited.

"They are not dead, Great Lord. Soon they will continue to live in this world in a new way. Thassarian raised his rune sword, and an icy aura surrounded his body, infinitely blessing his attacks with frost power. Powerful dark magic, mixed with the frost power of chaos, seemed to draw Tirio closer to the world of the dead.

A power he had never seen before, Tirio clenched his sword, he held his breath and began the pouring and conquest of the Holy Light!

The flaming greatsword swung faster and faster, and with the power of endless faith, Tirio clearly had the upper hand.

In the midst of this brief fight, Tirio nearly poured the power of the Light of Redemption into the body of the Death Knight.

Thankfully, Kurdila used the power of her blood to knock Sasarian away, and used her body to block the High Lord's last attack.

"I can sense that you were a warrior or a knight in your lifetime, but why would you let this damn necromancy consume your will, and do such an unforgivable thing. You will be redeemed by the Light, I promise! Ferding raised his sword wrapped in light, and with a shout, the glare of light pierced and deep into the Death Knight's body.

The unbearable pain caused Sasarian and Kurdila to be in a trance, and at this critical moment, as soon as Ferding raised his hand, the sanction of the Holy Light landed on Kurdila's forehead.

Thassarian had fought the Paladins in the other world, and he knew very well what kind of attacks and injuries Kurdila would suffer from the sanctions of the Light.

However, under the sting of the Light, he was unable to make any defensive means.

He had to abandon Kurdila and open the Scythe of Frost to slash at Fordin's chest.

"Big brother, what's wrong with me?" Orok stood up in confusion, and with no breath of life and brown eyes, he asked Tirio.

Like a thunderbolt, Tirio missed. Instead of striking the Death Knight on the forehead, his power of judgment was slashed to the ground by Thassarian's Frost Scythe.

Tirio endured the pain of the dark magic eating away at him, but he threw out an area of light.

Standing in the middle of the power of dedication, the Oroks watched Ferdin, slowly dissipating.

What kind of eyes are they, are they hating me? Ferding lay on the ground and questioned himself, his left hand releasing the hilt of his greatsword.

Thassarian and Kurdila glanced back at where the Oreks had disappeared, and they chose to remain silent.

The power of the Light continued to work, and Thassarian waited a long time before he lifted the fainting Ferding on the ground and said, "The will of the master is always there, do not doubt our innate strength." ”

Kurdila nodded, and he entered with Thassarian through a gate that would teleport them to another area.

Three days later.

Uther rode his horse to the north of Lordaeron, and with the help of the Magister, Uther came to Silvermoon City as soon as possible through the teleportation circle.

The Archmage, who was still busy with things, looked up at Uther, and said with a smile, "I thought that Ferdin's would think it through first. ”

Uther said eagerly, "Archmagister, now is not the time to talk about this, the day before yesterday Kalandra told me that Tirio is missing!" ”

If someone else had told Rollin the news, Rollin would have laughed it off, but today it was Uther, and Rollin looked at the Lightbringer in surprise, his face full of surprise!

Putting on his mage's robes, Rollin opened the teleportation circle and traveled with Uther to the Valley of the Hearth.

"Madame, don't be in a hurry. Tirio will be fine. Rollin comforted.

Tyran, who had rushed back from school, was now dressed neatly, and he stretched out his hand to Rollin, begging, "Archmage, let me go with you, I will rescue my father no matter what danger he encounters." ”

Rollin tapped his fist on Tyran's chest, and he asked, "Do you think you're stronger than your father?" ”

"No, but the Magister, I can."

"Then protect your mother, trust us." Rollin said.

"Uncle, me!" Tyran begged Uther.

Uther stroked Tyran's forehead and replied, "Listen to the Grand Magus, and we'll get Fordin's back." ”

"Where did I leave on the day of Fordin's disappearance, let's go to the blacksmith's house first, and look for any clues." Rollin said as calmly as he could. (To be continued.) )