Winter seems to have come very early in Stormwind City this year. Before people had time to change out of their autumn clothes, the first heavy snow fell one after another.
A week before the Winter Veil Festival, the troops from the Western Expedition returned triumphantly through the falling snow.
When the people crowded the streets and alleys to welcome the young soldiers back to the city, they learned that they were not going to fight some orcs, but to wipe out a whole nest of living black dragons!
The entire Stormwind City was almost ebullient. People were rushing to see these warriors who were about to go down in history, and "Christine Regan", who wielded the dragon, became the most popular name among the girls.
For the next half month, the baron's reputation was spread in all the streets; even his past story of following Marshal Reginald in fighting the dragon was compiled into a song by troubadours and spread everywhere.
The faces of the people in Stormwind City are filled with long-lost smiles. What can be more inspiring than heroes and festivals?
——Erin Tias kept cutting cheese with his hands and feet, and called his wife and daughter to take out the stock in the cellar.
The business of the cheese shop has been really good these days. After all, the Winter Veil is coming soon. Whether they are rich or poor, people want to spend the last time of the year happily.
"Good go, see you next time!" Tias wrapped the cut cheese sticks and handed them to the waiting customers.
"Tias, bring me five pounds of cheese, all of which are enough!" Old Sam limped in and shouted to his old neighbor.
"Hey, isn't this the father of our little dragon-slaying hero?" Mary, the proprietress with a smile on her face, came up to her, "Little Sam stole the show at the celebration banquet yesterday."
Old Sam's face smiled like a chrysanthemum: "His Majesty the King and Lord Regan should appreciate it, otherwise this bastard will never come back alive from the dragon's mouth."
"It's just a pity that we didn't get any parts from the dragon. Even if we pick off some of the scales, it can be used as a family heirloom, right?" The old man smacked his lips, seeming to be quite regretful.
"Old guy, do you really think that the dragon is yours?" Tias put down the cutting knife in his hand and teased him jokingly, "I heard that the Duke was injured by the dragon. The celebration party
If little Sam, who didn’t show his face at all, can come back with his life this time, it’s time for incense to be burned on your grave.”
"Bah! You idiot," Mary glared at him, turned to old Sam with a smile and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I watched little Sam grow up. That kid is honest and capable. He will definitely have a big brother in the future."
Promise"
Old Sam smiled so hard that he couldn't close his eyes: "Thank you for your blessing. His Majesty the King's special envoy came to the house just now and said that the boy is going to take a job in Nanhai Town with Lord Regan. Your eldest sister insisted that I buy something to keep the envoy.
Sir, why don't you have a meal? I'm here to take care of business."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding neighbors and customers came forward to express their congratulations, which made the proud father smile with joy.
"Here, brother," the landlady quickly cut off a few pieces of fine cheese, put them in a paper bag and handed them to old Sam, "count this as a gift from my aunt to little Sam."
"Hey, why are you so embarrassed..." The old man blushed and wanted to pay.
Tias smiled and put his hands back into his pockets: "Do you still care about this thing? I'm still waiting for little Sam to take care of our business."
"Never mind that, if he dares to be mean to our fellow villagers, I won't slap him!" Old Sam cheerfully said goodbye to everyone with a paper bag, and limped out of the cheese shop.
"I really envy other people's children. They are so promising at the age of sixteen." Mary watched old Sam leave and wiped the counter with some wan interest. "Look at our family. People in their twenties are not only eating...
It’s just fun, it doesn’t help at all!”
"I'd rather my son not be as 'promising' as little Sam," Tias stopped what he was doing. The retired agent from MI7 said in a voice that only he could hear, "A man with a great future who can't get along with
Family reunion of the dead, poor old Sam..."
——————————————————————————————————————————This deceased man with a great future in Tias’s mouth,
At this moment, he was restlessly riding on an undead war horse, following his commander on the Icewind Ridge thousands of miles away - this was the only way from Nanhai Town to the Western Plague Land.
"What's wrong, Sam?" Although the boy moved his body carefully, Regan still noticed something strange about him, "Is the saddle not suitable?"
"I'm sorry, sir," Sam said apologetically, "it's not the saddle that's the problem, it's the horse...it's really scary."
"You're even afraid of the things you summoned by yourself, little fool." Sophie, who was riding a moonsaber, also came over and looked at the boy with a smile. "I heard that the death knight can also summon ghouls. Then
Every time you fight with others, don't you scare yourself half to death first?"
Sam scratched his dry scalp and said with some embarrassment: "I haven't learned how to summon ghouls yet... Anyway, if I'm with Mr. Regan, I probably won't have a chance to take action."
"That's not possible," Reagan took out his portable map and said as he checked it, "MI7 was originally going to take over this job, but I got the chance by having to speak up in front of His Majesty, just to let him
You come and experience it”
"Oh," Sam replied obediently, and then asked with some confusion, "But my lord, why do you want to resign the honor of His Majesty conferring Nanhai Town to you? I think Lady Jaina is very disappointed, after all, this reward
She suggested it."
Regen patted Sam on the head and smiled helplessly: "Some people are not so ungrateful, and our mission has nothing to do with Nanhai Town."
Sophie asked in confusion, "Then what on earth are we going to do this time? It's so mysterious."
"Go and investigate the Holy Light's Hope Chapel in the Eastern Plaguelands - there has been no news from the Argent Dawn stationed there for half a month, and the griffins that flew over never returned. Anomalies like this
"I think it's probably because the natural disasters that are entrenched there are making big moves," Reagan replied.
"Eastern Plague...isn't that the headquarters of your Scarlet Crusade?" Sophie asked doubtfully.
"Yes, but the power of the undead there is also huge. Not only do they occupy half of Stratholme City, but there is also a floating city above the Eastern Plague that specializes in cultivating death knights."
Regan turned to look at Sam, "Maybe you will meet your peers soon."
——The three of them walked non-stop through Bingfeng Hill and arrived at a large cemetery.
This was originally the burial place of King Terenas II of Lordaeron. When he was killed by his fallen son Arthas, Uther, the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, struggled to snatch the king's body out.
Cremation was carried out, but Alsace did not intend to let go of his dead father.
The fallen prince led the undead army into the cemetery, just to get his father's sacred urn to resurrect the Scourge Lieutenant Kel'Thuzad
Uther, who was guarding the urn, fought and retreated. Finally, he was surrounded by undead in the city of Anhador not far away. The knights around him died in battle one after another. The lonely Lightbringer fought heroically while waving his hammer, with eyes in his eyes.
Full of tears of love and anger, the magic sword in Arthas's hand finally penetrated the heart of his mentor
Lordaeron's original hope became a funeral for the kingdom. His beloved disciple killed his mentor, and the king's urn was filled with the bones of the leader of the cursed sect. In this absurd and great irony, the Kingdom of Lordaeron
The last bit of dignity collapsed
Many years later, some unknown knights built a tomb for the Lightbringer for travelers who came here to pay their respects.
This monument-like tomb is located on a hillside in Regret Ridge. It is also the only holy place in the Western Plague that has been contaminated by evil. So far, there are still many paladins coming from all over the country just to pay homage to this great man.
The hero presented a bouquet of flowers
"Wow, it's really amazing!" Sam jumped off the horse and ran up the hillside excitedly. He was shocked by the magnificent statue of Uther in front of him, especially the beam of holy light projected from the sky.
"If you don't want your whole arm to be burned to coke, don't touch that light." Curious Sam retracted his arm in horror, and saw a tall man holding a broom walking out from behind the statue.
This man was about fifty years old, with a head full of white hair that stood up like spears. The firm lines on his face made him look more majestic, and his torch-like eyes were looking at Sam with piercing eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir," Sam muttered, seemingly frightened by the visitor's attitude, "I'm just curious, and I didn't mean to desecrate the saint's tomb..."
Regan and Sophie also walked up at this time, and were stunned when they saw the old man dressed as a tombkeeper.
"I'm sorry, this kid didn't do it on purpose," Sophie said apologetically, "This is our first time here, so please forgive me if there are any mistakes or omissions."
"You may be mistaken. I don't blame him for touching the holy light, but he himself cannot touch these things." The white-haired old man smiled slightly, "If I read correctly, this child should be a death knight."
Sophie was startled when she heard this. Although the facial features and physical condition of the Death Knight were indeed different from ordinary people, Sophie had carefully disguised Sam before coming. At this moment, the boy looked completely like a malnourished child from a distance.
But the unknown person in front of her saw through Sam's disguise at a glance, which made Sophie feel wary. She calmly held the longbow with her backhand.
"Excuse me for being presumptuous, can I know your surname?" Regan asked suddenly, shaking his head slightly at Sophie, "Although the power of the Holy Light in you is not obvious, it is like an endless sea.
Deep and unpredictable, there are not many Paladins as powerful as you in Azeroth today."
The old man looked at Regen with some surprise. He didn't expect that a junior could actually see his true strength.
"My name is Tirion Fordring," the old man replied, "In return, I also want to know your name, young paladin."
"Tirion..." Regan read it again with some familiarity, and he asked suddenly as if he remembered something, "Are you the great lord of Hearthglen and the high-ranking knight of the Silver Hand, Tirion Fordring?
"
The old man smiled bitterly and said with some emotion: "I didn't expect that there are still young people who remember my old bones. It's really not easy..."
"Your great achievements are with the Alliance," Regan knelt down on one knee in front of everyone's astonished eyes and said solemnly, "My name is Christine Regan. I was once a subordinate of Lord Tyran. I heard from him
Having said your deeds, no other paladin can compare to your magnanimity and magnanimity."
"Tylan..." the old man named Tirion murmured, with a trace of indescribable sadness flashing in his eyes, "I am not a good father, I didn't even see him for the last time... Get up, child, I want to thank you.
You bring me these comforting memories.”
Regan held Tirion's generous palm and put his forehead against it, "No, you are a father that no one can surpass. Tyran has always used your teachings as his guideline for action. Even at the last moment of his life,
He has implemented the sacrificial spirit of the Paladin - my life was given by him. If you are willing, I hope to replace Tailan and serve his father as a filial piety."
"Oh! Get up, my child!" Tirion pulled Regan up, tears flashing in his eyes, "I am proud of Tyran's actions, and also proud of your loyalty.
You are all warriors blessed by the Holy Light!"
Regan shook his head and said sadly: "But if it weren't for saving me, Tailan wouldn't have left us so early. I'm sorry, Lord Fording..."
"Stop talking, child," Tirion sighed and hugged Regan, just like he hugged Tyran back then. "My son sacrificed his life for his own responsibility and to save his companions. His soul can now be saved without any hesitation."
Look down at this land without guilt.”
"But you carry Tyran's unfulfilled wish, as well as your own ideals and ambitions." Tirion patted Regan on the back with emotion, "Maybe this road will be very difficult, but I sincerely hope
Can you go on, my child?”
"I will, sir, I will carry on with the ideals of two people!" The young knight seemed to have returned to the time when he was baptized, and he assured the old man firmly and excitedly.
"I believe in you, child," Tirion smiled and held Regan's shoulders. "If you are willing, I hope you can become my godson, help your father manage his property and fiefdom, and become the legal guardian of Hearthglen.
heir"
The old knight paused, "Are you willing to agree to an old man's request, Christine Regan?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Regan, but also Sophie and Sam were shocked and speechless.
"You mean, you want to transfer the inheritance rights of Hearthglen to me?" Ragen looked at Tirion in disbelief, shaking his head in panic, "No, Lord Fordring, I cannot accept such an expensive gift.
I can’t even steal property that belongs to Tailan!”
"Then are you ready to let the name Fordring become history?" Tirion narrowed his eyes and said in a more serious tone.
"Child, as a noble of Stormwind City, you should understand that we are not only priests who enjoy a high status, but also bear the glory of our respective surnames! Tyran was my hope, but after he noblely dedicated his life
After that, you must take on the future of the two families, Christine and Fording. This is not only an honor, but also an obligation!"
As Tirion said, although the hereditary system of nobles is bloated and old-fashioned, it is the backbone of the human kingdom. Every surname and every family has a history that cannot be ignored. As the saying goes, when a goose passes by, it leaves a voice, and when a person passes by, he leaves his name.
The old knight is a servant of the Holy Light, but he is not willing to let the Fording family decline like this.
Seeing that Tirion's tone was unprecedentedly serious, Ragen knelt down in fear, fearing that he would offend the old knight: "As you command, my father! I am willing to accept your gift and inherit all the property and titles in Hearthglen.
The name and glory of Lan Fording!"
"Yes, this is my good boy!" Tirion helped Regan and said with emotion, "I lost Tyran, but I still have you, my godson, my son..."
Regan pursed his lips and said nothing, but holding the old knight's hand tightly betrayed his inner excitement. He seemed to have found the warmth he had never had before - the warmth of his family around him, the kindness of his father in the hall...
"Thanks to Elune, they finally found their relatives again." Sophie looked at this scene with emotion and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Yes," suddenly a touch of sadness came to Sam's mind, and the young man glanced in the direction of Stormwind City.