"Long time no see, Tyrio, have you been doing well over the years?"

Andrea leaned against the simple wall in the cottage and waved his hand to greet Tyrio, who was stunned.

After coming back to his senses, Tirio Fording shook his head and smiled, "It's not good or bad. Although his life alone is poor, it at least made me understand something."

Andrea and Tyrio met during the Second Orc War more than ten years ago. The relationship between them was not very good, but they just chatted a few times in their spare time on the battlefield.

But after all, it was an old friend who had met again for many years. Tyrio looked at Andrea's still young face and reached out to touch his weather-beaten face.

"Only when you are getting older, you can realize the true meaning of the word "Eternal Life". After so many years, Speaker Yueying seems to have no change at all."

Andrea shrugged calmly. He was used to the joys and sorrows of short life and the joys and sorrows of short life, and had long been used to this kind of emotion.

"I came to see you this time for official business. You don't have to be so reserved. Just call me my name."

There was no seat for guests in the house, so Tyrio simply got up and took Andrea out, came to the banks of the Sodosil River to sit down and communicate slowly.

"Lordalon's natural disaster should have subsided, right? Did Garythers take it?"

Andrea raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. He didn't expect that Tirio would have such a well-informed channel for obtaining intelligence when he was in seclusion.

"Gallithers is no longer a problem. Lordaeron will hold a resumption ceremony at the beginning of next year."

"Lotharun is eager to revive. It's time to hire people. Don't you consider going back? You won't decide to live a life of the mountains when you're in your 40s, right?"

Tirio was silent for a few seconds before shook his head and said, "I was expelled by Commander Uther. Even if he is gone, I cannot convince myself to return to Lordaeron to serve in a swagger."

There was not much decoration near the hut where Tirio lived, but the plague and corrosion here were dispersed early, and the uneven green grass on the ground had grown again.

Pulling a small grass out of the ground, Andrea turned the grass leaf of the not-very green color to check, and asked Tirion casually, "So, do you regret your first rescue of the orc?"

Tirion shook his head firmly and said, "Of course not. Years of seclusion have made me more sure of my original decision."

"Race cannot represent honor, and we should not make rash conclusions about existences that are different from ourselves."

"I have seen many humans who are more despicable than the undead of natural disasters, and have also seen orcs who are nobler than some paladins. I will not regret the act of letting Itrig go."

Andrea smiled and threw the grass leaves towards the rushing Sodoril River. The floating weeds were soon swept by waves and flowing downstream.

"Then what are you hesitating about? Since you have a clear conscience, why not prove yourself right to the person who questioned you in practice?"

Tyrio looked at the towering fireplace castle vaguely visible in the distance and sighed softly, "Although I have no regrets about letting Itrig go, I am very guilty of the harm caused to my wife and children by my reckless behavior."

"Andrea, you should understand that when I was in my original position, my every move represents more than me."

"If I were only alone, I could indeed return to Lordaeron with a clear conscience, but..."

Tirio hesitated for a moment and said blankly, "Before I left, I specifically instructed my wife to tell Tyran that his father was dead."

"The old father who has died for many years has suddenly appeared in front of me. I don't know what Tylan will think, will he be ashamed of me and refuse to accept my existence?"

Andrea looked speechlessly at Tyrio who was entering the silly daddy mode beside her, "...I think you're thinking too much."

After slapping the dust on your butt, standing up from the riverside, Andrea raised her chin and pointed to the Valley of Fireplace, "You and Tyran are connected in blood after all. Do you think your son is the kind of person who doesn't know the right or wrong? Besides..."

Andrea looked at Tirio meaningfully, "Since you have a very well-informed intelligence channel, it proves that you are not really not concerned about the situation in the outside world, right?"

"Don't you be assured to let Tyran support the territory alone? What if someone with bad intentions takes advantage of the situation and instills in him some evil ideas?"

"this……"

Andrea's words just happened to be the biggest worry in Tyrio's heart, and it was pitiful to the hearts of parents all over the world, even if a hero like Tyrio could not ignore the bonds of family affection.

“…Let me think about it again.”

Tirio's face was very distressed, and it was obvious that Andrea's persuasion had worked.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now."

Andrea had no intention of forcing Tirio, he just felt that it was a pity that the first generation paladin lived in seclusion like this.

Seeing that Tirio was temporarily unsure of attention, he changed the subject with tactfulness.

"What do you think about the undead at Crown Whistle and Maris Farm?"

Maris Farm is very close to Tyrio's seclusion on the Sodoril River, and Andrea doesn't believe Tyrio can resist observing them.

After the topic changed, Tyrio's thoughts quickly returned to the topic, "This question is also what I want to mention to you."

"After my six-year observation, these undead who behave very differently from natural disasters have their own will, and they are not directly controlled by the Lich King."

"I watched this undead grow from nothing to something, and they did not actively show obvious hostility to the living from beginning to end."

"If it weren't for the expansion of the number of people that Maris Farm could not accommodate, they might not have risked the risk of further vigilance of the Blood Crusaders."

"I think that as long as they can provide enough living space, these undead should be able to negotiate and reconcile."

Andrea nodded thoughtfully. The opportunity and time of the free undead appeared were very different from the Forsaken led by the Banshee King, and Andrea still couldn't figure out their background.

Tirio's character and vision are absolutely trustworthy. Since he gave these free undead good reviews, Andrea is willing to trust his judgment.

"Andrea...no, Speaker Yueying."

Tyrio solemnly bowed to Andrea, "I hope you can use your identity and influence to mediate the battle between these undead who have weak desire to attack and the Blood Crusader, and turn the main target of the Crusader to Stantosom's Scourge."

Most of the members of the Blood Crusade were Tyrio's old colleagues and subordinates, and he did not want the Silver Hand's legacy to be consumed in unnecessary places.

Andrea smiled and helped Tirio up, "I can't guarantee whether my old face can be recognized by the Blood Crusader, but I will try as much as possible."

"Next, I plan to see the undead with my own eyes first. Do you have any impression of their leader?"

"have."

Tyrio straightened his body and nodded, saying, "Nathanos Maris, the successor of Maris Farm, the native East Welder."

"He is the first real ranger in the human world. He unfortunately died in the attack on Maris Farm by the Scourge. He unexpectedly became the undead under the guidance of the times..."

"Wait a minute!"

Andrea captured a key message and immediately stopped Tirio's explanation.

"You say he is the first ranger of humanity? He has studied in Quel'thalas?"

"That's right." Tirio was somewhat confused about Andrea's focus. "It is said that he learned the way of a ranger from the current Ranger General Sylvanas Wind Walker. After returning to his hometown after leaving the army, he happened to encounter natural disasters and plagues."

"All right."

Andrea finally remembered who the name Nathanos belongs to.

Nathanos Decayer, the warrior who was the most trusted in the dark queen in history.

‘Is this the end of the timeline? This time the Withered One is not the brave man who is the king of the Banshee, but himself the leader of the Forgotten One?’
Chapter completed!