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Tyran did not wear his armor, but wore a simple linen shirt to work with the other sergeants. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info His simple attire makes it possible at first glance to mistake him for a peasant rather than a paladin, and he is accompanied by an elderly human; He looked over fifty years old, his beard and hair were white, but his eyes were still bright; The muscles of the whole body are swollen, and the majestic figure is not inferior to that of any young boy.

"I'm glad the Crusaders are on the right track, and I had been worried about you the other day; Now you're dealing with it well. The old man picked up a stone and handed it to the craftsman who was building the wall, and said as he did it to Tyran, who was also helping beside him; His voice was crisp and wise.

"It was thanks to the god of the elves that he made me discover the depravity in the Crusaders; We are fighting for the future of humanity and Lordaeron. However, the class in the Crusaders is complicated, and there are still some troubles. Tyran replied as he spoke, and now he thought about it; The arrival of the Moon Shadow still shocked him, the pure divine light and the voice of wisdom; He benefited a lot. However, there were some troubles within the crusaders, and the main disputes were over the faith; Because there are many groups of believers who have begun to convert to the Moonshade.

"Rest assured that the children's troubles will be resolved, and we will also defeat Alsace with light and hope, and restore peace to the whole world." The old man also knew what trouble Tyran was talking about; Whisper comfort. Although he did not join the Scarlet Crusade, he had heard of the word.

"I have never doubted that, just as I have never doubted you, father." Tyran nodded, a smile on the bar, the old man was his father, Tirio Fortin. One of the earliest members of the former Knights of the Silver Hand, and the Grand Lord of Hearthcastle.

"Hand on." Furding smiled lightly, picked up a giant log, and called for Tyran's help; The two of them lifted the log Ferding and continued: "Looking at the situation, the natural disaster still hinders the progress of the battle plan; I don't think reinforcements from the other side will arrive anytime soon, and maybe in the next few days Kadore will start trying to clear the Dragonbone Wilderness on a large scale. ”

Tyran nodded and worked with Old Ferding to erect the log for the craftsmen on it to draw, and then continued, "Although reinforcements have not yet arrived, we have a very strong army here; There were nearly 70,000 soldiers in four legions, and more than 100,000 soldiers in the Alliance; Add to that the remnants of our Lordaeron, the Crusaders and the Dawn of Light combined are more than 30,000 people, plus the constant supply from the portals; I don't think we're going to lose. ”

"Numbers do not create the real advantage of war, and dense populations may instead be exploited by the undead scourge; with attacks of this type such as poison gas and plague; Think about the fall of Lordaeron at that time. Listening to Tyran's analysis, Old Ferding took a towel and wiped his sweat, then shook his head and added.

"Father, your wisdom is still the same as it was back then, you really don't think about becoming an officer again or I can completely return the position of the Great Lord to you, you are far farther than me." Tyran nodded, his father was right; It is true that the number of people against the Scourge cannot form an absolute superiority; He couldn't help but be invited. His father was now only in the army, occasionally giving him some ideas; More often than not, fight with the soldiers.

Old Fording shook his head, he knew that Tyran was genuinely inviting him; But he didn't want to be conspicuous, and he didn't have to. If nothing else, the destruction of the natural disaster is certain, and he said in a deep voice, "No, child. You're doing better than I am; I just have a little more experience than you do. And I have been expelled from Lordaeron, and many people regard me as a traitor; There must be no further trouble now. ”

"Okay... Tyran nodded, took the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then pulled out the skin bag on his waist; It was filled with fine whiskey; He took a sip and handed it to Old Fordin, and said, "The god said that he could guarantee that the scourge could be easily destroyed, and this was just a rehearsal; The real danger lies in the expedition of the Burning Legion later, taking the entire Azeroth soldiers to the unknown lands to fight the demons! What do you think about this, father? ”

"We've seen the dangers of the Burning Legion with our own eyes, but it's certainly not an ordinary threat to make a god so nervous. But we humans have a short lifespan; Maybe the catastrophe he spoke of would not come for hundreds of years. Old Fording shook his head, and said in a deep voice as if he was considering.

Tyran frowned, and he said in a deep voice, "But you don't think it's because of this that we need to think about the future; If we give up, there will be no future. ”

"You're right, Tyran. What I just said is the direction that most humans would think; You can jump out and prove that you have enough vision. Old Fording smiled and nodded, very satisfied.

"You agree to the expedition too." A smile spread across Tyran's face, and Ferdin's approval of his words pleased him.

"The Scourge soldiers are coming..."

Just then the soldiers watching from the watchtower shouted, interrupting the conversation between Tyran and her father, Tirio; As soon as they heard of the natural disaster, the Scarlet Crusaders had already laid down their work; They all took out their blades. Frost dragons and gargoyles could be seen coming from afar, as well as ghouls, webweavers, and various other scourge soldiers on the ground.

The sound reached Sylvanas in the command room as soon as it came, and she quickly rushed out and shouted, "Close the gates, the archers and mages are on the walls and prepare to repel them." Speaking of her quick observation, such a large number of natural disasters visited; Arthas was determined not to allow the coalition forces to gain a foothold.

With her cries, the soldiers began to move quickly; Air units such as the Griffon Knight, the Dragon Eagle Knight, and the Horned Eagle Knight quickly rose into the air. The mages and archers quickly prepared on the ramparts, and Sylvanas frowned; She hadn't thought much of Arthas would attack at this time. But now she could only meet it, and Vasqi came out of the command room and threw Sylvanas's bow and arrows to her.

Sylvanas took the bow and arrows, quickly hooking the quiver to his waist. Leaping up the city walls, the soldiers of the Scourge were rapidly approaching; In a few dozen seconds. Sylvanas put an arrow on his bow and began to shout, "The archers have aimed it for me in the air, and the mages have concentrated your magic on the ground; ・・・・Put..."

With her shout, she drew her bow; The arrows leaped like the wind, instantly piercing the nearest gargoyle. The arrows of the other archers also responded at this moment, and the sky was full of arrows. Although the mages did not prepare the magic array for gathering, the individual magic was instantly out of their hands; Colorful flying to the ground, there are undead like a tide.