Chapter 728

Fire always brings warmth.

In this dangerous place, it's the happiest thing to have a shelter, a fireplace burning with fire and a cup of hot tea.

Now that I have all three, I think I should be happy.

Although it doesn't belong to me.

"Cough... It's rare to see strangers now, in this ghost place."

The old man sitting opposite me added tea to my cup with a smile, which made me feel a little warm, especially after a long period of solitude, this kind of concern between people can't be refused.

And this old man is also a talkative person. It can be seen that he may have been a real big man, which can be seen from his bearing. An ordinary old man will not allow a sneaker with weapons to walk into his cabin.

Because of the old man's friendly attitude, I decided to listen to his story.

Any old man has endless stories. You and I know that.

So I took the call,

"Yes, the East plague is not a good place to live in seclusion, old man. Why don't you go to the arahi heights, or the Hillsbrad hills? There are also human settlements. People like you should live there. It's too dangerous for you. "

"Dangerous? No, it's not dangerous here! "

The old man smiled at me and pointed to the weapon he had placed in the corner. I looked at him through his fingers. He said, "Gee," there's a hammer in the shovel and the pickaxe.

It's not that kind of ragged guy made of stone. It's a real steel hammer. From the pattern, it should be the standard hammer produced by the army when the kingdom of Lordaeron still existed. It also has the emblem of the kingdom of Lordaeron engraved on it. Generally speaking, if you can wave such a heavy weapon, at least this old man can kill three ghouls in front of you.

No wonder he can survive here. As long as he doesn't risk rushing into the dead, he can live here until he dies.

I had a good chat with the old man. Half an hour later, I felt that time was up and it was time to go.

After all, I have a mission to deliver that damned letter to the light wish chapel, the last fortress still in the most dangerous front line in this dark time, to a guy named Nicholas.

I don't want to go on my way at night. At that time, all the dead in the pestilence place would treat me as a walking piece of meat and bite me.

But just as I was about to leave, the old man suddenly asked,

"You're going to the wish of Light Chapel, aren't you?"

"Well, yes... What can I do for you?"

I asked subconsciously, and then I expected that he didn't need my help.

But the old man thought about it for a while, and he still spoke,

"If you want to go to the Church of the wish of light, I hope you can do me a favor. In zurmasha, northeast of the Church of the wish of light, I once fought with those rotten moss trolls there. It was my last battle as a soldier. I remember a battle flag was lost there. Can you bring it back for me? Think of it as an old man's memory of the past. "

Looking at the old man pretending not to care, he actually had a look of pleading. I had intended to refuse, but I couldn't say it at last. However, the sneaker's instinct to explore the secret still made me ask,

"Yes, yes, but can I know why?"

Without waiting for him to speak, I stretched out a finger and shook it in front of my eyes. "Don't lie to me that it's the memory of the old man. If you are 10 years younger, I won't be able to beat you. Those rotten fur trolls are even worse. So, tell me the real reason, and then I'll help you get the flag back."

The old man hesitated for a moment. I could see the struggle and pain on his face. I even wanted to take back the previous words, but just before I spoke, the old man made a "please sit down" gesture.

"Well, if you have time, listen to the story of an old man in the past."

I sat in my chair and instinctively told me that this would be a wonderful story. For night elves, there is nothing better than collecting stories. I will record these stories, take them back to the black coast and share them with my people. In a long time, these stories will eventually become a part of our history, And with the evergreen of the world tree, it will be handed down forever.

"My name is Tirion, Tirion fording. I was a paladin."

The old man fell into the memory. I have seen the look of memory on many old people's faces, but even so, I was still shocked by the beginning of the story.

Sure enough, it's a wonderful story. I knew it, but I didn't expect that I would meet this living legend in a house in this ghost place.

Even in the society of night elves, many people know the name of Tirion Verdin, which is due to our fighting with those barbaric orcs in the gray valley of another continent. We know the stories of the leaders of those orcs, including an orc wise man named trieg. And I can believe that the story of old Verdin has something to do with trieg.

Because treeger told the same story to the orc soldiers more than once.

"I was born in Lordaeron, fireplace Valley, which is a beautiful place, a small town that used to be peaceful. I grew up there. Later, I went to storm kingdom to study and became a priest. My tutor is Alonsos FAO, the Archbishop of the Church of light."

"I know, under faao's crown, he is the great man who established the order of the silver hand!"

I put in a word, and the old man looked at me with a kind smile,

"Yes, the tutor is a real wise man. I followed him to study in Northshire Abbey for several years, and then we got the bad news that the orcs invaded, you know? Those green orcs, who destroyed the whole kingdom of storm, even the tutor and the royal family of Urien, were forced to move to Lordaeron with their nationals. It was also in my hometown. The tutor gave me and my companions, Uther, gavenrad, dasohan and turayan, and gave us five opportunities to become paladins. We succeeded. "

"The holy light is surging in our bodies, and we also have the physique of soldiers. Under such power, more paladins appear. Then when the orcs besiege Lordaeron, we defeat those orcs, that is war, cruel war. We finally win, but we also lose our great commander, Lothar, in the Burning Plain, I witnessed the end of a hero. "

"I thought I would hate the orcs, but when I came back to my hometown as an aristocrat, on my fiefdom, fireplace Valley, the path of my hometown, my 12-year-old son asked me," father, are all orcs bad guys? ", I think of the orc mothers who used their lives to protect their children, the frost wolf orcs who hid in the mountains and didn't want to fight, and the historical documents of the orcs we captured, so I told him

When the old man came to this, he could not help straightening up his chest, and the air belonging to the soldier came back to him. I could even guess the proud look when he answered his son at that time.

"I told my son that" race doesn't mean glory. People shouldn't make rash judgments about being different from themselves. "

Old Fordring stopped, then shook his head, his face full of loneliness,

"I thought that was my motto in life, but I didn't expect that after the war, I would really face the test of fate. The period after the war was the happiest day in my life. Watching my son grow up day by day, I felt that it was my responsibility to guide him to the right path, and I did the same, Until Trieger showed up in front of me. "

I couldn't help drinking water. In the fire of the fireplace, I knew that the best part of the story was coming.