As long as Tyrio Fordine is mentioned, most people will probably be familiar with it.

One of the five original paladins of Silver Hand, the Great Lord of the Fireplace Valley of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the legendary paladin who made outstanding contributions in the Second War, was synonymous with virtue and nobility, glory and courage. Unfortunately, after the war, he was framed by a traitor due to his friendship with the orc veteran Itrig.

"Dad, are all orcs bad guys?"

"Race does not mean glory, and people should not make rash judgments about their own different existence."

This was a long time ago Tyrio's conversation with young Tyran.

In the court of Stantholm, facing unreasonable accusations and conditional pardons, the noble Paladin would rather have his own crimes than betray his oath and glory. So he was sentenced to exile and deprived of the power of the Holy Light.

On the day when the orc Itrig was hanged, Tyrio Fordin rushed to the court and came to his old friend and shouted to the people watching the punishment: "War will only lead to war! If we cannot control our various hatreds, then the meaningless battle will never stop! Then our people will never have a future!"

But no one recognized his words, and the people did not know that the orcs' atrocities were all caused by the enslavement of the Burning Legion. Even if they knew, they would not give them any sympathy. Because the blood hatred between the two tribes had long been formed, it was a deep hatred written by countless unjust souls and blood. The endless sea was exhausted and could not be washed away or wiped away.

Tyrio had long thought about the consequences of his actions as he could. He knew that not only could not save Itrig, he would instead trap himself in. Even if he was accused of being a traitor, he would spend the rest of his life in prison, and even sent to the gallows, he would not regret it.

Because he once vowed not to reveal Itrig's whereabouts, but he accidentally betrayed him because of his dreams. He had to fulfill his vows and honors, both of which were far higher than life for him.

Coincidentally, Thrall, who had just liberated his compatriots from the shelter at that time, also heard that an old wise man like Itrig, who was familiar with the tradition of orcs, personally led his elite troops to raid Stantolme with the intention of saving Itrig.

Taking advantage of the unexpected chaos, Tyrio took Itrig to escape from the city. However, the old orc was already dying due to long-term torture. In despair, Tyrio prayed for the mercy of the Holy Light - even though he had long been deprived of the power of the Holy Light, he knew that the Holy Light would respond to his request.

A miracle happened, and the holy light fell from the sky, healing the dying orcs.

Then Itrig was rescued by Thrall. After several versions, he stayed with the chief as a staff member, and taught the younger generation the traditions and customs of the orcs when they lived in Draenor, and taught them how to return to tradition.

After that, Tirion lived in seclusion in the wilderness with a reputation. He hid in the crowd only when his son Tyran became a member of the Knights of the Silver Hands and witnessed this ceremony with pride.

As time goes by, the fallen prince killed his father and ruthless kingdom, slaughtered his former people, and the Kingdom of Lordaeron was also destroyed. Years later, the Knights of the Silver Hands were eventually split into Silver Dawn and the fanatical Blood Crusader.

Tyran contributed the family fiefdom Valley to the Blood Crusaders as a military base, but became a puppet for Elisenne and Saidan Dassorhan, possessed by Banazar.

Love and family, another familiar touching story. Tyrio finally awakens his son, but Tyran dies at the hands of Ellisonen. He was late and killed Ellisonen to avenge his son, and then decided to regain the banner of Silver Hand, unite all righteous people to drive away natural disasters, and let the Holy Light take care of this land again.

In the battle of the Holy Light Wish Chapel, Tirio took over the fallen Ash Messenger from Darian's hand and purified it with the help of the three thousand heroes who were sleeping underground. The Ash Messenger was reborn! The Lich King Arthas retreated.

He formed the Silver Northern Expedition Army, attacked the core hinterland of the Scourge Corps, and eventually led the warriors of the Alliance and the Horde to completely solve the Lich King. Then Tirio returned to the Fireplace Valley, where he continued to fight to clear the remaining natural disasters of the Plagueland.

When the Burning Legion descended on Azeroth again, Tyrio personally led the reorganized silver hand to break into the broken beach, but was trapped and caught in a siege, and finally could not escape the tragic death. Before his death, he handed the Ashes Messenger to his successor...

If Angma wants to evaluate it, Tirio is a true hero and a hero that everyone should respect.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Tirio." Angma bowed respectfully. If Lafayette hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have been here.

"Is there anyone who remembers me, a decadent exile, or a high elf?" Tirion's eyes showed a hint of surprise, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm no longer an adult. Come on, kid, it's not safe here."

After saying that, he took the lead and Angma followed quickly and looked at him quietly.

The old Buddha is about 1.9 meters tall and has gray hair. His body is very strong, not like a person over fifty years old. The simple war hammer on his back is bumpy and cracks are still there in many places.

Putting on that old outfit really showed all the unsatisfactions over the years. It seems that he was not living in seclusion in the wilderness alone.

"High Elves, why are you here?" Tirio obviously knew nothing about the tragedy that happened in Quel'thalas a while ago.

"I had a teleportation error if I hadn't been for you, I would have died here." Angma sighed, "We no longer call ourselves the name of 'high elves'."

"Oh? Why?"

Angma tells the atrocities of Alsace. The more Lafayette heard, the deeper the frowns, and in the end, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Cause the father, the regicide... a kingdom heir who converted to the way of the Holy Light actually fell to this point..." Tirion shook his head constantly.

"And the Master Killer. Just a month ago, Arthas killed Lord Uther with his own hands, took away and desecrated his father's urn." Angma said.

"What?"

Tirio stood there immediately, obviously unable to digest the news. Although Uther had personally eliminated his power of holy light and sentenced him to exile, he was still his brother, fighting side by side, and was like brothers of the Knights.

"Not only that, he also killed Lord Gavinlad Doom. Now the first Paladin, besides Lord Saidan Dassorhan, who is currently the acting leader, you are the only one left."

Angma said, observing Tirio's expression.

He has always been curious. According to the official history, it was last year that Lao Fu was sentenced to exile and then rescued Itrige and lived in seclusion in the wilderness with a reputation. But now the natural disasters have almost wiped out the living creatures on the land of Lordaeron. Not only that, they will continue to rage here for several years.

Lao Fu had never thought about returning at all? How could it not appear in people's sight until three or four years later when he was hit by the death of Tailan? This is not in line with Lao Fu's noble belief in caring for the world.

The Empress's face was as deep as water, and she was silent in front of her.

The two of them were walking through the woodland like this. He could always find the undead in advance and avoid it in advance. If they could not be avoided, they would hammer it in three or two and deal with it without any effort. Angma didn't even have the chance to take action, and the weak undead were wiped out in the holy light.

After walking for half an hour, the two finally arrived at a crossroads.

The bluestone pavement is overgrown with weeds, a decaying wooden pillar is inserted obliquely on the side of the road, and several road signs with faded characters are hung.

Tirio finally broke the dullness and pointed the way: "Walking south by 300 kilometers is the ruins of Andorhal. I heard that the Union troops have recovered it. You can also go north, the Fireplace Valley is more than 200 kilometers away. Both places have troops stationed, which is the safest place in the entire area. Walking along the main road, you may encounter riders performing reconnaissance missions. Don't rush to the road or make fire at night, as they will attract undeads."

After saying that, Lafayette pulled out a dagger from his boot and handed it to Angma, "Take it on your own, boy, good luck."

Angma put away his dagger and asked, "Sir Tirio, are you...not going back?"

Tirion did not answer, but urged, "Go away, kid. It will be extremely dangerous to rush on the road after night falls."

Angma frowned when she heard this, "Sir, the older generation of Paladins of Silver Hand are almost destroyed, and natural disasters are coming to an end. Not only your brothers need you, but the same is true for countless civilians threatened by death. Why do you still make such a choice?"

After the third war, Saidan Dassorhan was disconnected from the troops in a combat operation to recover Stantosom and was occupied by the fearful demon Banazar.

Banazar first bewitched Renault Moglani to kill his father, causing the ashes to fall. Then he deliberately caused disagreement, causing the Knights of the Silver Hand to split.

One-eyed Baron Maxwell Terosos led those who were willing to follow him to establish the Silver Dawn that upholds justice. Banazar created the Blood Crusader.

Since no one could balance his authority, Banazar began to corrupt blood-colored crusaders without hindrance, which eventually made them extremely blind and fanatical. He pretended to lead troops to regain Stantolme, but in fact he selected powerful soldiers and used the Necromancer of the Nasrezm clan to transform them into resurrections who only obeyed himself, secretly contributing to the evil purposes of the Burning Legion.

Later, during the Cataclysm, the Justice successfully defeated his conspiracy and exiled him back to the twisted void. But his "work" had already had a significant impact on the situation in Lordaeron: the ashes were killed, the artifacts fell, and the justice camp suffered huge losses; the silver hand split, and the silver dawn was helpless against the raging natural disasters...

And it was precisely because of his weakening of the camp of justice that Kel Thuzad later moved Naxxaras over the Eastern Plagueland, which became a major heart disease for all living beings in the north.

Angma can't control human affairs and cannot control it, but Naxxarmas' location happens to be outside the Quel'thalas border, providing considerable support for the undead that were rampant on the land south of the Arendal River (Ghostland, which has not been officially renamed at this time). It directly led to the difficulty of the blood elves' work of regaining the country and huge casualties.

If Tirio could return before all this happened, he would definitely fundamentally avoid these tragedies.

After all, if the interlocking historical process continues to be influenced by the blood elves, the blood elves will eventually be threatened.

So whether it is for righteousness or for selfish interests, Angma has to ask.

"Child, since you recognize me at a glance, you must have heard my story." Tirion smiled bitterly, "I am a sinner who bears a reputation and loses the glory I once abide by, and I am not worthy of going back."

Angma was very puzzled, "What you do means that you are a noble paladin who acts in glory, so how could you be a sinner?"

"Go away, boy, while it's not dark." Tirion did not answer his question, put his index finger and thumb into his mouth and blew it hard, and the sharp whistle immediately rang through the wilderness.

Soon, a horse ran from a distance, stopped in front of Tyrio, and arched his hand affectionately with his head.

Tirio touched the bridge of the horse's nose and said, "Miladar will help you. She is in her prime, but it is much more useful than me, the old man. When you don't need her, just let go, she will find her way home by herself."

Angma knew that she could not persuade the stubborn Paladin for the time being, bowed to Tirio again and thanked him: "Okay, thank you again for your help. Lord Tirio, I will keep this kindness in my heart."

After saying that, did he take the reins and put them on his body, gently pinch his legs and head south.

After walking a long way, Angma looked back and found that Tirio was still standing under the signpost, not knowing whether he was seeing him off or thinking about something.

Angma couldn't help but take out the dagger that Lao Fu gave him to defend himself and looked at it in front of his eyes.

After a moment, a few words poured into my mind.

Tyran Fording…

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The Knights of Silver Hands...

Blood Knight, no, is the Blood Elves Paladin - if you can get along well with the Knights of the Silver Hands.
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