The first half of Tirion's story is actually very cliché, just like what is said in some crappy knight novels. The protagonist is a model knight who loves his country, his family, and his comrades. He hates barbaric races like orcs. However, it just happens that the book is not written.
During a routine patrol, he discovered an orc hiding in a ruins. The two undoubtedly had a fight. The knight was unlucky enough to be hit by a tile falling from the ruins, and then lost consciousness.
But when he woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed in the camp. His subordinate Bathelas told him that the search team found an unconscious knight on horseback a few days ago. He tried to organize his thoughts and was surprised to find
The only one who rescued him from the ruins was the orc
So after recovering, the knight searched for his memory and returned to the ruins, and sure enough he found the wandering orc named Eitrigg.
"Then we sat around the campfire and chatted, like a pair of old friends reunited after a long separation," Tirion recalled. "He spoke the Common Tongue very well; and he knew as much about the human world as I did.
When I asked him why he wanted to save me, he said it was the nature of the orcs."
"Yes, you heard it right. It's just nature. Orcs are just like us. They are not all war-loving fanatics." Tirion nodded towards the puzzled Sophie. "Etrigg told me that they are not Azer."
They are the aborigines of the world of Lars, but come from a brown continent called Draenor. At that time, the orcs were still a simple, kind and brave race."
"However, their leader was seduced by the demons of the Burning Legion and led his people to drink the cursed demon blood. As a result, the kind-hearted orcs became bloodthirsty and easy to kill, and invaded Azer by opening the Dark Portal.
Eitrigg from the world of Rath decided to leave alone because he could not agree with the cruel behavior of his tribe, and then he met me in Lordaeron."
"But I didn't expect that the encounter was just a trap set by Barthras. He heard my cry in the coma and concluded that there were orcs around. So this young man who was eager for fame took advantage of me. He joined me and Yi
After Trigg broke up, he led his troops to capture him, and he generously offered to give me a share of the credit."
"Then did you agree?" Sam asked cautiously. Although the boy didn't like orcs, he also felt instinctive disgust for Barthiras' deceptive behavior.
"I almost killed him!" Tirion gritted his teeth and said, "When I returned to the camp and saw Eitrigg who was tortured to the point of dying, and Barthiras who deliberately greeted me, I only felt the anger coming from him.
The tips of his toes were burned all the way to the top of his head, so he instinctively drew out his sword and slashed at him!"
"But the people around me held me down firmly, and the liar asked me hypocritically if I was possessed by a demon!" Sparks of anger flashed in the old knight's eyes. Even after decades, Tirion could not
Letting go of the harm done to him by his most trusted lieutenant, "Later, he took me to a military court for treason, and the entire Silver Hand colleagues attended the trial as a jury."
"Oh, my lord, that must feel very bad!" Little Sam exclaimed.
"It was indeed bad, especially when my friends and wife tried to persuade me to put the blame on Eitrigg," Tirion sighed for a long time, then said after a while, "I was almost ready to compromise at that time."
"But when I saw the flying silver-hand battle flag at the court hearing, she seemed to be telling me that knights should not bow their heads for unfounded crimes and should fight for justice and truth in this world. So I rejected my relatives and friends.
proposed, and told Saint Uther, who presided over the trial, that not all orcs are villains, and Eitrigg is just a harmless old man."
"Fortunately, my colleagues were extrajudicial and gave up the prosecution of treason against me," Tirion smiled bitterly, "but the crime of attacking his comrades is still valid - St. Uther personally presided over it.
A ritual to eliminate the power of my Holy Light.”
"Oh, my God!" Sam and Sophie exclaimed at the same time. As members of the alliance, they also knew what depriving a paladin of holy power meant.
Tirion shook his head slowly, with a firm light in his eyes, "Being deprived of honor, being exiled to the wilderness, and separated from his family, I have already expected these. After all, drawing a sword against Paoze is unforgivable, but I can't understand it.
The court still insists on the decision to sentence Eitrigg to death. He has not harmed any human beings, he is just an old man who lives in seclusion... My conscience tells me that I must save my alien friends even if I pay for my life!"
"So you succeeded?" Sam asked eagerly
"I almost thought I had succeeded, son," Tirion recalled. "When I brought Eitrigg out, I found that he had been tortured to the point that he was almost out of breath... I prayed to God desperately, hoping
He can save the poor old man"
"And the Holy Light finally responded to me - she gave me the power of the Paladin again and pulled Eitrigg back from death." A smile appeared on the old knight's face, "People can deprive me of my protection."
A and wealth can even break up my family, but they cannot take away my holy light and glory!"
"ar! (orc language, willing to die for victory, by extension to bless others)," Roxas solemnly beat his chest to Tirion, "your courage and kindness have made the stars of Draenor...
Eclipse, your name and deeds are enough to be engraved in the Valley of Honor in Orgrimmar for eternity! You are a role model for all of us, Lord Fordring!"
"No, young man, what I need is not these kind words. What I hope is that you -" the old knight pointed at everyone present, "the new power of the Alliance and the Horde can be the key to ending this ancient hatred."
"The threat of the Scourge is like a vulture, always hovering over the continent of Azeroth; and those evil ancient gods that existed tens of millions of years ago have begun to awaken; and behind them, the demons of the Burning Legion
They are also watching. Our fragile world is facing many disasters. If the mortal races continue to hate each other and fight endlessly, sooner or later Azeroth will become a broken land like Draenor."
Tirion looked at the silent crowd and said solemnly, "Then please tell me, young friends, please tell me your choice."
"I choose to coexist with them," Regen, who had not spoken for a long time, raised his head and said. He did not use words such as forgiveness. "Those tribe members who are willing to coexist with humans, whether they are orcs who have drank the blood of demons, or
As long as they change their attitude toward the hostile alliance, I am willing to extend a hand of friendship to the Forgotten ones who clamor for revenge on all living beings."
"I have nothing to say. Ever since I left Orgrimmar and wandered on the mainland, I have never taken the lead in taking action against any alliance member," Roxas said in a deep voice.
What I returned after my wine flask was their sword!"
"Every race has its own scum. You and I don't have to be merciful to these people. Only hell is their best destination." Tirion patted the orc on the shoulder and looked at Sophie with a smile, "Then what do you think?
What about Miss Sophie?"
The elf curled his lips and said, "As long as they don't take the initiative to cause trouble, who is interested in competing with these green family guys, you say, little idiot?"
"Yes, yes, no one wants to go to war. It would be great if everyone could live in peace and harmony." Sam nodded like he was pecking at rice.
Tirion looked at everyone with satisfaction, "Since everyone has a tolerant heart, I won't say anything more. The most taboo thing when traveling is the disagreement between traveling companions."
The old knight then jumped off his horse and said loudly, "Then please come in, guests of Hearthglen, this is our campsite today."
The absent-minded Ragen was shocked, and when he raised his head, he realized that everyone had walked outside Hearthglen unknowingly.
"Hearthglen?!" Regen's head felt dizzy. Looking at the familiar scenery and buildings around him, it seemed that he had returned to those years.
However, when he turned around and looked around, he found that the sentry towers and fortifications that were supposed to be full of Crusaders had long been deserted, leaving only the worn-out battle flags floating desolately.
"No!" Regan's heart was almost bursting with his own blood - Tailan's revenge has not been avenged, how could they escape! And Isenlien, the blood debt he owed must be repaid with his life! How could they escape?
Yes, how dare you escape!
"Where are they? Why have they disappeared?" Regan roared uncontrollably, "Lord Tirion, father! Why have they disappeared? This is impossible!"
"Quiet, my child, suppress your boiling desire for revenge! This is not what a paladin should do." Tirion held down the anxious Ragen.
"I will tell you the cause and effect, but you have to promise me that you cannot let hatred dominate you, let alone seek revenge on Isenlien at all costs!"
Regen suddenly stared at Tirion, but the old knight stared at him without giving in.
"Okay, I promise you..." Regen put away his angry gaze and turned his head in frustration, "But don't forget that the person who died in his hands was not only my brother, but also your son."
Tirion sighed and patted his shoulder, "If you have anything else to do, let's go to the city. I guarantee you that you will have a chance to meet Isenlion. It's up to you whether to kill or let go... But