Northrend Continental, Silver and White League Camp, Central Tavern.

At night, the liveliest part of the camp is this tavern with a large area.

Except for a small number of paladins and priests who insist on an ascetic life who are not interested here, this is the place of choice for everyone to relax after a busy day.

It's true that Tirio is a noble paladin with a sense of justice, but he also eats, and his silver crusade also eats, so these worldly things are not something you can do without if you don't like them.

The Central Tavern can contribute at least a few thousand gold coins to the Silver Expeditionary Army every night, which is a lot of money for the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army, where all the people are soldiers.

What, you say paladins shouldn't take gold so seriously?

What are you kidding, it's gold!

Without these miscellaneous sources of income, all the members of the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army would have to drink the northwest wind the next day.

The tavern opened by the paladin is no different from other taverns on the continent, at most, the overall decoration is more conservative and rigorous, and the style is not so cheerful.

But what's wrong with that, a few glasses of thunder ale will make you feel good even in a stately monastery.

The tavern was as noisy as ever, with adventurers from all over the world and soldiers on leave from the Northern Expedition coming and going in the wide halls.

The second floor is quieter, this is a private room suitable for chatting and talking, and the fee is more expensive, so unless you pursue a girl, not many people are willing to come to the second floor to be the boss.

"That day's trial didn't have a chance to satisfy my curiosity, so ... I'm curious, Oscar, what are you most afraid of?"

Paltris took a sip of the lighter sparkling cider and smiled at the somewhat dishonest dwarf sitting across from her.

"Ahh On this issue, Lao Tzu... Forehead... Of course I'm not afraid of anything, haha! I'm not afraid! Did I tell you that I've met the Titan gods?"

Partris shook her head, "I've only heard that the Sarodar deity helped you transform your weapon. ”

Oscar immediately came to his senses, or maybe he was changing the subject.

"It was, it was still the dark tide of the orc wars, and I was hated for saying that the dark queen Sylvanas couldn't get married. That careful-eyed!"

"Then the Titan Divine Venerable, who learned about this, was very angry, and in order to avenge Sylvanas, he sent thousands of Holy Cult troops to capture me!"

Paltris smiled and listened quietly as Oscar told the story of the past whose details had been altered.

"But I'm not afraid, I said at the time, don't move, I'll go myself!" and then I followed them to Stormwind and met the Titans. ”

"The Titan Divine Venerable was impressed by my backbone and not being arrogant or humble, and personally untied me, and then he had to help me transform the Dust Messenger, and I refused to let him be anxious with me!"

"Well, why is there a slight difference from what I've heard? I've heard that you were running faster than anyone else when you learned that the Holy Cult was looking for you all over the world. Paltris chuckled as she covered her mouth.

"Ahaha... Rumors! I'll tell you more about my legendary experience in the Tirisfal Glades when I slammed Deathwing. ”

After another glass of thunderous ale, Oscar began to unrestrained, insisting on continuing to tell his old story to Paltris.

Paltris's face turned serious at this point.

"Why... Why don't you tell me the story of you and the young mage son of the Mograine family? You're so famous now, and respected by all adventurers, but you've never talked about it, have you?"

Oscar stiffened, and the raised wine glass in his hand slowly lowered.

"I... It wasn't a commendable experience, and I ... I don't want to mention it, I don't want to think about it. ”

Paltris nodded, "I understand, an experience that you have chosen to forget, I think... That's where your fear lies, right?"

"The world knows that you died in battle in Andohar, and that you ... ”

"Enough. ”

Oscar said calmly.

Smothering the ale from the cup in one gulp, the dwarf smiled a little reluctantly.

"Ahh I guess that's all for today, and we'll meet again another day. ”

Paltris shook her head and looked straight at Oscar.

"Everyone has their own fears, and if you don't overcome them, but choose to keep running away, it will only become your Achilles' heel. ”

"So what do you want me to say, what do you want me to hear? Okay, I'll tell you what. Oscar sat back down, staring at Partris.

"Back then, because of my self-confidence and in search of excitement, I took Sisaris to Andohar to hunt the high-level undead, and then we met Arthas and his endless army, we died there, Sisaris blew himself up to ashes due to the arcane, and I became a death knight and continued to exist in this world, is that it, satisfied?"

Partris immediately shook her head, "So you think it's your fault? You killed the mage who trusted you so much, and you continued to exist in a different way, and it slowly became your fear? You were afraid to think about it, you were afraid to face him?"

"I should stop him, he shouldn't end up like that, he should become a powerful lich and continue to survive. ”

"You've walked into a misunderstanding, Oscar. Paltris looked at the dwarf in front of her with soft eyes, "You are using your present vision and knowledge to think about the past you, and the past you, who knows nothing about this, a glorious death in battle is the best ending that can be thought of at that time." ”

Looking at Oscar, who was a little loose, Paltris stood up, grabbed the dwarf and walked out.

"Where are we going?"

"The Proving Ground. ”

The Crusader Proving Ground was empty at night, and Oscar stood in the middle of it, pleading.

"No, I don't want that... It is of no use ... ”

"Without further ado, let's get started. ”

Paltris raised her staff, and a strange shadow spell shot at Oscar, enveloping the entire dwarf.

"Confronting ... Your fear, overcome it, overcome it. ”

Oscar trembled, he looked at the human in front of him made of shadow energy, and a facial feature that he didn't dare to think about and face appeared in front of him.

"Oscar... I trust you, I obey you, I am willing to be your little follower, and you ... Kill me!"

The illusion of fear of Cesaris Mograini roared at Oscar, and then raised his staff and fired an arcane barrage at Oscar.

Oscar was slammed into the air and landed heavily on the ground.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't know... I didn't mean it ... ”

Rumble!

Another barrage of arcane barrage.

"You vent, you deserve it. ”

Rumble!

"That's pretty much it... I'm really hugging... ”

Rumble!

"It's endless! Lao Tzu is so painful, so devoutly atoning for your sins, you kid... ”

Rumble!

"You're not that Sisaris kid at all, and even if he had a grudge, it was against that dog bastard of the Lich King!"

Oscar was furious, and suddenly pulled out the dust bringer from his waist, put on a layer of magic absorption shield, and rushed forward.

Goodbye, my friend.

I will inherit your will, your fearlessness, and seek revenge on the Lich King.

Don't blame me, and I'm sure you won't blame me either.

I am Oscar, and your death will be my endless motivation.

Farewell, Andohal.

Farewell, Cesaris.

The illusion of fear dissipated into starlight of shadow energy under Oscar's most powerful ice dragon breath.

The dwarf stood silently in place, thinking for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders, revealing the smug look of Lao Tzu who was the best in the world.

"Okay, good sister over there, you torture Lao Tzu so much tonight, shouldn't you torture you for me? ”

Oscar said, immediately spreading his arms and striking a pose like I was going to fly.

However, the torrent of light did not appear, and Paltris shook her head with a smile.

"Then you'll have to drink and I'll talk about it first, you haven't told me the story of your battle against Deathwing in the Tirisfard Glades, but you haven't told me yet. ”

Oscar smiled and made an exaggerated gesture of please.

"So, Priest Partris, can we continue?"

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