Eastern Plaguelands.

The Silver Dawn Base - Chapel of the Light.

Members of the Alliance and the Horde had already arrived, and Maxwell Tyrosus had entertained them, and when he learned that it was Fenpida's idea, he couldn't help but take a keen interest in the magical king of beetles.

A floating castle appeared over the Plaguelands, Naxxramas, and Silver Dawn was the first to be discovered, even before the news was known.

Originally, Maxwell Tairosus wanted to find some allies to fight this threat together, but he didn't expect Fenpida to mention that he had already done it for him.

Soon.

Silver Dawn and the Alliance and the Horde have planned a specific battle plan, using the large number of adventurers in Azeroth to destroy the Scourge Legion.

But... The main problem now is how to get into the interior of Naxxramas, without which the Scourge Legion cannot be destroyed.

"If this conundrum is not solved... Nothing we've done has worked!" said Maxwell Taylosus, "there has to be a way to get inside!"

Many of those present were bothered by the question, Naxxramas was hundreds of yards above the ground, and it was impossible to enter it unless there was some magic or something to teleport into.

Now.

While everyone was in a state of silence, a member of the Silver Dawn came to the Chapel of Light and said to Maxwell Tyrossos, "Sir, we have discovered a wooded area near Stratholme, where there are many devices for making stitched monsters, and a suspicious magical teleportation array. ”

Magic Teleportation Array?

Maxwell Tairosos was slightly stunned, this was simply too timely, this magic array should be the hub between Naxxramas and the ground.

"But sir... We don't know how this magic teleportation array is being used!" the member said.

"Leave it to us undead!"

An undead representative from the Undercity said to the humans in front of him, "Since the Scourge invaded, we undead have never forgotten our hatred, and we will send the most powerful mages to help demystify this teleportation array. ”

Everyone did not have any objection to the words of the undead, after all, they were the same as the Catastrophe, they were already dead, but the undead still had their minds and sanity, and the Scourge had completely lost everything.

Furthermore... The birth of the undead is all due to the invasion of natural disasters!

...

Booty Bay.

Since the successful matchmaking between the Horde, the Alliance, and the Silver Dawn, Fenpida has returned to his residence, and the original planned recording of the "Fenpida World War Report" has been directly outsourced to the team of the rich man...

This kind of hard-working work, Fenpida doesn't want to participate in it anymore, the danger index is too big, and if you can't get it, you will have to say goodbye directly, of course, Fenpida also wrote a letter to Maxwell Tairossos.

When you meet them and come to the Naxxramas military district, please contact yourself immediately...

Fenpida did this just not wanting to miss the opportunity to meet the High Lord Mograini and the fallen Ember Messenger in his hand.

Fenpida believed that her arrival had only changed the timeline of the Azeroth-like world for a while, but overall it continued to evolve in the same way as its counterpart, Azeroth.

"it!"

"Is there such a person as Foding?" Fenbida thought of the Ember Bringer, and couldn't help but think of Tirio, who he learned from Polva's mouth that there was indeed such a person, and that his identity was so similar to what he knew.

But now even Naxxramas has appeared... Why hasn't Tirio Ferding been heard from so far?

"Impossible!"

"How could such a powerful figure die?" Fenpida hurriedly shook his head, quickly dispelling this idea of his own, as a figure who formed the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army in the future, how could he die?

Dead words... What's next?

"Boss!"

"An old man is looking for you!"

Buna came to Fenpida's room and said to him, "Looks like your reader... He said he had seen the Ancient Legends series and wanted to meet you!"

Belch?

There are more people coming to see you... How could it be changed!

Fenbida sighed, and finally chose to go out to meet the old man, after all, he was his own reader... Then he went downstairs with Buna.

When Fenbida saw the old man in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, his gray hair and full beard always felt that this image was very familiar... But I can't remember.

"I'm Fenpida!"

"Hello!"

Hearing Fenpida's words, the old man's eyes changed, and he said with a serious face, "Hello... I'm a paladin, and I'm blown away by the Ancient Tales series!"

Belch?

This old man is a little different!

From his words and demeanor, Fenpida felt an incomparably powerful power, a sacred and undefiled power, it should be the Holy Light!

How could it be so intense?

Fenpida gasped, there were very few people in Azeroth who used the power of this powerful light... It should be just Alonsos Fao and his disciples.

"This one made me feel the light again!"

"The power of the Holy Light is even more powerful than before, and its existence makes the power of the Holy Light even purer!" the old man said with emotion, "Fenpida... You have made an unparalleled contribution to the Way of Light!"

"Where, where!"

In the face of the tide of praise, even Fenpida's cheeky body was paralyzed by this sugar-coated cannonball, and his whole body was comfortable to death.

Hey?

That's not right!

The old man's words seemed to have some other meaning, what did it mean to feel the Holy Light again? Could it be that he had been deprived of the Holy Light before?

Fenbida was like peeling an onion, looking for a clue, and finally at this moment Fenbida thought of the true identity of the old man in front of him, could he be the long-disappeared paladin, the third warrior with the Ash Messenger...

- Tirio Fordin!

"You... Are you—" Fenbida pointed to the old man in front of him in surprise.

"You know me?"

"I thought I had been forgotten," the old man sighed, "I had no illusions since I was deprived of the Light, but your Ancient Tales have given me the Light again..."

"Thank you! We'll see each other again in the future!"

"Now, I'm going to find what I once lost, love and family!"

As Fenbida watched the old man disappear from his vision, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride all over his body... I didn't expect that the once famous quest 'Love and Family' would trigger the condition of "Ancient Legends"!

"The story... Do you want to write it?"

Love and family, a story with twists and turns, touching and touching, the love between father and son, the responsibility of family, the true spirit of paladin, etc., are all vividly reflected in this story.

Tyran Ferdin...

A journey back to the path of light, a small toy warhammer, an abandoned silver hand battle flag, in the perilous Eastern Plague Land, a humble and friendly hermit entrusts his father's ardent wishes to passers-by...

"Well, this is the story of a grieving father and his son who has lost his faith," Fenbida sighed and muttered to himself as the old man had disappeared.

......