"What?" Tulayan looked at the diminuted man sitting in front of him. He is the commander-in-chief of the Alliance's armies and a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"Rat plague!" The dwarf in front of him shouted.

Tulayan said slowly, "When you told me just now that your entire mine and subway construction work was threatened by wild animals, I thought it was because you dug up an underground lake, or that there were other creatures......" Tulayan lowered his voice, "You were really talking about 'rats'?"

"Really!" Gerbin Mekatok, the tinkerer, shuddered. He was tasked with building a transportation system that would connect Stormwind to Ironforge.

"Those scourges, they're disgusting! We've even found some rats, just as big as this~~~" Mecatok spread his hands about six inches apart. Indeed, for such a small stature of gnomes, such a large mouse is very problematic. But the tinkerer called the Supreme Commander of the Coalition to discuss with him in an emergency, in order to discuss the problem of rats?

Tulayan still didn't know how to respond to the incident. The gnomes had always had good relations with the dwarves, and Mecatok had come to Stormwind a few years ago with the permission of the dwarven king Magni Copperbeard. In Tulayan's mind, the gnomes were very curious, just like Mekatok. He spoke very quickly, and used jargon that Tulayan was very unfamiliar with. The tinkerer was not even as tall as Tulayan's hips when he stood up, and he was now sitting in the big chair, looking so thin, his eyes at the same height as the table in front of him.

Then, with a very angry breath, Mecatok exhaled and climbed onto the table. Pointing to the blueprint in front of you.

"They're growing in those models, they're biting on the wiring everywhere, and here. Here, and here. Mecatok used his tiny fingers to dot around the blueprint. "We couldn't get the wiring out. Nor can we fix them and guarantee that we won't lose even one of our Engineers. The last time we sent the team of technicians...... I have to say, they're really miserable. He used his big eyes to convey the seriousness of the situation, and Tulayan nodded.

≮After the Second Orc War, there was an offer to build a subway line between Ironforge and Stormwind, and Tulayan thought that the person who could come up with the idea was a genius. While the rebuilding of Stormwind has been underway, progress has been slow. It's been a long and dangerous journey from Ironforge to Stormwind. King Copperbeard was furious that supplies for the Stormwind Kingdom didn't arrive in time. At the time, Tulayan felt powerless about it, and now whenever Mekatok comes to report to him on the progress of the matter or the problems that have arisen. He'll still feel the same way. He was a paladin, a born warrior, and an acquired priest. He knew very little about the simple design work, let alone such a complex subway construction. And Mecatok spoke so quickly, which made him feel even more embarrassed.

Tulayan had found that even though the gnomes were a little weird, they were very smart. He remembered the first conversation between the two. At that time, Tulayan was very confident that the so-called subway he proposed would be as useful as he said.

Tulayan asked, "How safe can it be?"

"Uh...... Well, you know, it's the cutting edge of technology. Therefore, we cannot guarantee its safety. Mecatok said, touching his beard. "But I bet you, we'll perfect it. Make it as safe as our safest inventions in the end. ”...

From the accent in which he spoke, Tulayan didn't think it would be as safe as Mekatok had claimed. However, Tulayan is not an architect or an engineer after all. Regardless, things are going fairly smoothly.

Until this rat plague.

Although Tulayan didn't understand why Magni Copperbeard didn't intervene to address the issue, he tried to say in a diplomat tone, "I understand that the rats are more threatening to gnomes than we humans are in comparison." And we can't let the rats run rampant there. Well, I'll send some of my men back to Ironforge with you. They will. Well...... Deal with these rats and help you with the repairs. ”

Mecatok's reaction was agitated. It was as if Tulayan was his winter grandfather. "Thank you, thank you! That's great! Soon we can get back to work and we can concentrate on the groundwater. The dwarf slipped out of his chair, grabbed Tulayan's right hand with his small hands, and shook it vigorously.

"Go talk to Alamir and he'll arrange it for you. Tulayan said. Alamir was once a guard at Stormwind Fortress, and now he is Tulayan's assistant, helping him with a number of non-military matters.

Tulayan watched him leave, then proceeded to work on the letters. There were so many letters, all kinds of people asked for him. He ran his short blonde hair through his hand and sighed. Now he needs to go out for a walk.

He walked out, breathing in the clean, clear air, even though the clouds looked low. He walked towards the river and looked at his reflection in the water. It wasn't until two years ago that Tulayan and his soldiers had set foot in Stormwind for the first time, so he had no idea how far apart Stormwind had been from its former glory and its destruction. It was a horrific sight. Those famous rivers were clogged with stones, wood, mud, and even human corpses. Later, the dead were solemnly buried, the rubble was cleared, and the river was once again able to flow freely, connecting the various areas of the city. Tulayan looked up at the white walls and red roofs, the white stones gray from the dim light. The dwarven quarter is inhabited by many hard-working copperbearded dwarves. They were sent here together with Mecatok to live in the area next to the cathedral.

Thunder roared in the air.

Tulayan walked to the cathedral and gazed intently at the magnificent building in front of him. The Cathedral of Light was one of the first buildings to be built in Stormwind. In that war, the orcs inflicted great damage on it, but even so it provided shelter for the people. The orcs were unaware that there were many large crypts and catacombs under the church, and that many of them were hiding here. Escaped the killing and destruction of the orcs. During the initial reconstruction of Stormwind, it was also one of the few buildings that could provide a resting place for refugees. Until now, when people get sick or injured. Or just when they want to be baptized by the light, they choose to come here.

Just like Tulayan now.

"Ahh He stumbled forward. He was so absorbed in his own mind that he didn't notice the two children in front of him, until they collided with Tulayan.

The boy cried out, "Sir, I'm sorry!" The little girl next to her looked at the little boy angrily with her brown eyes. Tulayan smiled, patted the girl's hair, and then turned to the boy.

"Son, I see that you have great muscles and bones, and you will definitely become an outstanding soldier one day. He said.

"Ahh Yes, sir, I hope so, too. Sir, when I'm old enough to kill those orcs, do you think they'll all be dead?" ...

Tulayan's smile trembled slightly. He didn't want to answer the kid's question head-on, so he said, "I'm sure you'll be able to serve the Alliance." ”

Revenge.

It was because of the anger and hatred in his heart that Tulayan lost some of the people he loved forever. He didn't want a child of this young age to be prematurely affected by interracial hatred.

Tulayan put his hand on the girl's head and softly chanted a blessing, his hand shining brightly. At that moment. The little girl was completely enveloped by the power of the Light. Tulayan raised his other hand and blessed the boy next to him. The two children looked at him with reverence.

"May the Light bless you. Now, you'd better both hurry home. It's going to rain soon. ”

The little boy nodded. He took his sister's hand and said, "Thank you, Brother Paladin!" They ran towards their home, which was not far away. Tulayan realized that the two children lived in the building next to the cathedral. Orphanage.

So many orphans, so many broken homes.

The thunder rang out again, and the rain began to pour down. Tulayan sighed softly, wrapped himself tightly in the cloak behind him, and ran up the stairs in front of the cathedral. Although the distance is not far. Tulayan was still drenched. The smell of incense coming from the building and the sound of people chanting and chanting hymns lifted Tulayan's spirits. He has gradually become accustomed to giving orders. Fight in the blood of the orcs and your own. It's a rare time for him to come back to church and reminisce about his time as pastor.

He looked at his fellow citizens. The other members of the Knights of the Silver Hand performed their duties here and smiled. Archbishop Alonsus Fao founded the organization three years ago and ordered the paladins to serve society and help those affected by the war. As he looked around, Tulayan happened to see his old friend Uther. Uther once called himself the "Lightbringer". Usually when Tulayan saw the burly Uther, he was heavily armoured, wielding his weapons and attacking his enemies with the power of the Light, his sea-blue eyes sparkling with passion. But now, Uther wore only a simple robe, nursing a woman who looked exhausted. He gently wiped her forehead with a damp cloth while holding something in his other hand.

When Tulayan approached, he saw Uther holding a small baby. The baby's healthy and energetic cry is a beautiful song of hope for Tulayan. Uther put his hand on the woman and blessed her and her children, just as Tulayan had just done to the two children. Tulayan realized that while Uther was well versed in killing enemies on the battlefield with the power of the Light, he was also very good at delivering babies in the church. This is the two sides of paladins: they are both warriors and healers.

Uther smiled, stood up to welcome his old friend, and said in his deep, hoarse voice, "Tulayan, it's a pleasure to meet you. It's time for you to find yourself here. He mischievously patted Tulayan.

Tulayan laughed, "You're right, it's good to be back here." There were more and more things to deal with, but I couldn't get them all done. For example, rat plague. ”

"Huh?"

"I'll tell you later. Now, how can I help you?" That, he thought, was more important at the moment, rather than hiding in Stormstorm Fortress and dealing with all those chores.

Uther looked behind Tulayan, his eyes slightly closed, and said, "Looks like you have some things to attend to here. ”

"Oh?" Tulayan asked casually, turning away.

To him, it was like hell. She stood in front of him, her face, hair, and clothes wet from the rain, her emerald green eyes staring straight at him. She looked as drenched as she had been the night she had found him two years earlier...... (To be continued)