This heavy voice of the father brought old Ferding to tears.

"Kid, do you know I'm not dead?" Ferding pulled Tyran up with both hands and said.

Tyran didn't care that he was the commander of the Crusaders, and he would always be a child in front of his father.

"Father, do you think I'm still a child? I've passed the age of establishment, and I understand everything, don't I know your qiē? Tyran said excitedly.

It seems that old Ferding himself is too careful. When Tyran was a child, Fording lied to him that he was dead. In order not to increase the burden on the child's growth, Fuding began to remain incognito.

However, as a qualified paladin, how could Tyran not understand his father's hardships back then. Whoever sues Sù Tyran for the truth, Tyran can always make his own judgment.

Right and wrong, Tyran knows clearly.

"It was my father who did it, I shouldn't have gone back to see you for so long." Fording sighed, tears streaming down his face.

Fu Hang looked at the sad atmosphere, and hurriedly said a few words to mediate the atmosphere: "Okay, okay, why are you still talking about those things about Chen sesame seeds and rotten grains after they are all reunited." Now we are on the same front, Commander Tyran, fighting with your father must have been your dream since childhood. ”

Fuhang's words made the atmosphere a lot more lively. Tyran looked at Fuhang with a smile and said to Ferdin, "Father, is this the old Silver Hand in the Silver Pine Forest?" ”

Ferding nodded and said, "That's right, this is the old part of the Silver Hand. Let me introduce you to it. ”

"No need father, I've heard of this paladin's name, Fuhang, right?" Tyran said.

Fu Hang scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "Is it true that I am really famous, even the commander of the crusaders knows me." ”

"Not really, when I went to Lordaeron. Listen to the defenders. They said that the Silver Pine Forest was overrun by a bandit, and it was very arrogant. "Tyran was very sincere, and he said everything he had said.

No way. Is this Tyran's brain short-circuited? I won't even say a little slick. Fuhang glanced at Furding again, and he was relieved. With such a father, the son will not change anywhere.

"Let's go into the tent and speak." Tyran made a gesture of please, and told the Knights to walk towards the camp.

Uh-huh, I don't have to sleep on the streets tonight. Fuhang's heart was dark.

In the Western Plague Land, sleeping on the streets, it is difficult for something uncontrollable to happen.

When he entered Tyran's camp, he instructed his lieutenant, "Settle the paladins of the Order and let them live in our camp today." ”

The adjutant gave Tyran a military salute and said, "Understood." Commander. ”

This crusader is really rich, this camp is all brand new, not only that, although the camp is improvised, but it is full of daily necessities.

The armor of the Crusader soldiers is also a grade higher than that of the paladins of the Knights of Fuhang, and in all respects, the knights of Fuhang are one level worse than people.

Oh, except for strength. Fuhang still believes in the strength of the Knights. Not only is Ferdin, but every paladin is also a master of his own way.

After a moment of reminiscence with his son. So he called Fuhang over. Originally, the father and son were chatting about family life, but Fuhang couldn't interject. However, when it comes to the military. Fuhang still leaned over.

As the head of the Order, Fording has a strong sense of responsibility. After retrieving his son, Fordin quickly set his goal on fighting. Both Ferding and Fuhang are newcomers, and they don't understand the overall situation in the Western Plaguelands.

"Tyran, you've been here for a long time, what is the situation now?" Furding asked sternly.

In the military, the two are on an equal footing. Now Fording is the head of the Old Silver Hand Knights. Tyran is the commander of one side of the Scarlet Crusaders, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior.

"I'm not going to hide it, I've been here for the past few days. The human forces have always been on the defensive. The undead in the Eastern Plague Lands seem to be like a tidal wave, and it is very difficult to sweep away. Besides. During this battle, we also saw a number of new undead species. Their combat effectiveness. It's a hundred times stronger than ordinary undead. Tyran told him the truth, and between his words, Fuhang could hear that the human forces were at a disadvantage.

"All the undead of the Eastern Plague have come to the Land of the Western Plague? Isn't there less undead in the Eastern Plague? Fu Aerospace really said.

Tyran shook his head and said, "Theoretically, it should be like this, but according to the investigation of our crusaders, the undead in the entire Eastern Plague Land have not decreased, but the residents living there have frequently disappeared. ”

Missing? Missing in the Eastern Plaguelands, what else is there to think about. Fuhang was shocked, and combined with the Wagri he had seen before, his whole heart cooled. Surely these Vagris have already extended their claws to the Eastern Plaguelands.

It is well known that the Eastern Plaguelands was once the most congregation place for the undead, which is why the flying fortress of Naxxramas later traveled here. However, after the evacuation of the natural disaster, the Holy Light Church Army has already cleared the place. Although the arrogance of the undead is very arrogant, the church army also extinguishes the arrogance of the undead on a certain degree.

However, since the undead attacked the Western Plaguelands, the situation has been different. The undead in the Eastern Plaguelands seem to have become a constant stream of bugs.

If it's really like what Fuhang thinks. Then the attack of these undead is not subordinate to Warimas. Because Vargri is a subordinate of the Lich King. The Lich King and Varimatus are incompatible.

From this point of view, who is behind this battle?

At this time, it was time for Naxxramas to fly over the Eastern Plaguelands.

Could it be that the attack of the undead is to welcome the arrival of the heavenly palace of Naxxramas?

"Kel'thugad?" Fuhang muttered.

Furding frowned, heard Fuhang's whisper, and thought deeply.

Kel'thugad, a regular unit of the Scourge Legion. The Scourge has only been away from the Eastern Kingdoms for less than seven months, and is it coming back?

The Three Demon Kings led by Varimaters, Kel'thugad, the Lordaeron Defenders, the Church of the Light, the Scarlet Crusade, and the Knights of Funail.

The entire Western Plague Land is in complete chaos.

If it was Kel'thugadzon zhì Wagri who created this disaster, then what are the demon kings led by Wari Mathers doing now? In their hands, there is also the leadership of the undead.

The more Fuhang thought about it, the more chaotic it became, there were so many forces in such a large western plague land. (To be continued)