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Stratholme, the northern powerhouse of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, is about to be hanged for a special time.

The gallows had been erected on King's Square, and the square was crowded with onlookers, and the atmosphere was frenzied.

The prison gate was slowly opened, and a team of brightly armored infantry marched out of the "death row inmates" in a tight formation. The spectators who had been waiting in the square for a long time erupted in loud cheers and began to frantically throw garbage and stones at the prisoners. The polished armor of the infantry reflected in the faint morning light, and the fine armor made the guards pay little attention to the "enthusiasm" of the crowd and, of course, their "harmless" throws.

But Tirio Ferdin, who wore a cloak that covered most of his face, could see the frail figure huddled in the midst of them, and stones, rotten leaves, and rotten eggs rained down on him.

That's Itrieg.

The escort stopped at the bottom of the gallows, and two guards dragged the old orc to the remaining path. Itreg could barely stand, his green body covered in dark purple bruises and bloody cuts. Obviously, the wardens spent a lot of time torturing and interrogating him. Despite the fact that Itreg was scarred, the strong and brave old orc did his best to raise his head, and he would not be satisfied by those who made him miserable to see his discouraged submission, and the old Verding understood that Itreg belonged to the dignity of a warrior and would not allow him to make an act of begging for mercy that would be detrimental to his honor.

Buthras, with a sinister smile, sneered at the old orc's throat. Itreig's muscular neck was bruised, and the round-eyed old orc roared angrily at the villain, and it was a shame for Itreg to meet death in such a way.

"Blood debt for blood for blood war and blood for blood" The frenzied roars of the onlookers came and went, and the crowd cheered uncontrollably, hysterically demanding that the old orc pay the blood debt. More and more people are anxiously joining in. Clearly, these people used this unjust trial as a morning amusement.

Tirio Ferdin, who was in the crowd, pursed his lips, he felt disgusted, amazed that his former people could be so barbaric and shameful. Keeping a paladin's sense of honor and following the teachings of the Light, he did not allow a noble warrior, an innocent person, to be treated unfairly and lose his life because of senseless hatred. It was not only a shame for the old orcs, but also a shame for all the soldiers and civilians of Hearthvale and Stratholme, and he decided to leave Qiē behind to save his orc friends, before the tragedy even happened

Gritting his teeth, the former paladin rushed quickly and vigorously towards the gallows, causing the surrounding infantry to scatter in fright. Several guards rushed at him in an attempt to subdue him, but Tirio Fortin, even though deprived of the Light, was still the best warrior with his somewhat worn hands hammering out a wide arc, and Tirio was careful not to use lethal force, pushing a dent in the breastplate of one of the guards, and breaking the facial armor of the other's helmet. Seeing that he had won precious seconds for himself and Itreig, Tirio jumped onto the scaffolding,

The hunchman with a turban rushed forward to subdue Tirio, but the former paladin did not budge. Grabbing the hangman by his arm, Tirio threw him over his shoulder, turning the executioner over and down the steps of the gallows. As fast as he could, Tirio ran to Itreig's side to undo the noose around the orc's neck. Itreg was too weak to even stand and collapsed into Tirio's arms. The orcs could barely recognize the face of his savior.

"Humans?" Itreg grunted in surprise. Tirio smiled at him.

"Yes, Itrig," Tirio said. "It's me" Itreg shivered from pain and excessive weakness, but looked at Tirio with hazy eyes.

"You must be crazy," said the old orc, grinning wide. Tirio smiled at his orc friend and nodded in agreement.

He turned around and saw the dastardly figure of Batheras. Bands of knights and infantry galloped in, and under the leadership of Buthras, they surrounded the two men on the gallows, Old Fording and Itrig

"Listen to me," Tirio shouted with his arms raised at the crowd in front of him and the guards surrounding him. His voice rumbled over the crowd and was echoed by the buildings around him. There was an incredible silence among the onlookers. "Listen to me, this orc has done nothing to hurt you, he is old and weak. His death will serve no purpose," the honorable knights hesitated for a moment, considering Tirio's objections.

"But it's an orc," one of the knights shouted suspiciously. Tirio steadied himself and grabbed Itreg tighter.

"Listen to me, son, I lived through that battle firsthand, and I have more say than you, he's not the bloodthirsty and murderous greenskin demon he once was, he's just an old orc who lives alone in seclusion," Tirio said. "It is not honorable to hang such a defenseless creature." He saw a few knights nodding reluctantly. Other bystanders still believe that the original view has not been convinced. They continue to taunt Tirio as a traitor who loves orcs.

"You don't deserve to talk about honor, Tirio," finally seized the opportunity to interject, and rattled at Old Fordin's Barthras, who angrily spat out. "You're a rebellious bastard, you deserve to die by that savage brute"

Tirio Ferdin's heart tightened. Bathras's words struck him like a slap in the face.

"I swore a long time ago to protect the weak and the defenseless," Tirio squeezed the words out of his clenched teeth, "and I'm going to do it now." You see, child, that's what it's really like to be a paladin - to know the difference between right and wrong, and to be able to distinguish between justice and revenge, you never make that distinction, can you, Batheras? So you've never been a true paladin."

Tirio's questioning left Buthras speechless.

But at this moment, above the clamor of the shouting crowd, a drum rumbled out, and itresounding and clear that Itreig's tired head was raised sharply in an instant. He scanned the area around the square, as if expecting to see the familiar, but then a moment later

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