Tirion Fordring's tent was located at the edge of the camp, so one could imagine how he was treated.
"The military has gone too far," Lu Li said with a hint of resentment. Rebane was the commander of the Seventh Legion, but his reputation could never be compared to Marshal Windsor and the others. This had something to do with his personality.
Indifferent, stubborn, and even unscrupulous.
"Rebane is a brave soldier," Tirion Fordring said gently. "He's not a Paladin."
From his tone, it seemed that Tirion Fordring did not have much to complain about.
"Alright, Highlord, let's discuss the rescue." Since he had made up his mind to maintain a good relationship with Fordring, Lu Li no longer cared about the rewards. He might be greedy, he might be shrewd, but he was not a man without a sense of propriety.
At this time, Tirion Fordring was in a state of decline.
As a close friend of the founder of the Silver Hand Knights, Uther the Lightbringer, he was one of the most respected Paladins of the Silver Hand. His performance in the second war was worthy of the sacred name of the Silver Hand. Old Fordring was once the most powerful man in the human kingdom.
Living in seclusion for a long time, he gradually lost his voice in the Empire. Some people even thought that he had abandoned himself and was a deserter.
Rebane probably thought so. He did not doubt Tirion Fordring's character, so when he saw Lu Li and Tirion Fordring's acquaintance, he subconsciously trusted Lu Li and Solomon. But in his eyes, Tirion Fordring was rotten to the point of being buried in a coffin.
He also felt that it was absurd to mobilize an army for a group of Paladins who were so old that they could barely walk.
"Tyr's Hand. They're all imprisoned here," Tirion Fordring said as he spread out a sheepskin scroll on the table and pointed to a certain point on the map.
Tyr's Hand was located in the Eastern Plaguelands, to the east of Lake Miredal. It was the hinterland of the Scourge, not far from the Light's Hope Chapel. Lu Li once again understood Commander Halford Rebane. If he were in Rebane's shoes, he might not have sent anyone to help.
Perhaps many people didn't know the origin of the name Tyr's Hand.
A long time ago, on the continent we later called the Eastern Kingdom, a small group of creatures were struggling to survive on the little supplies their parents had left behind when they were exiled to this unfamiliar beach. These creatures were later humans, and they would sometimes gather around campfires, trying to read scrolls of ancient civilizations and heroic legends from their mother culture that had abandoned them.
One of the scrolls told of a great leader, a paragon of order and justice. This hero once sacrificed his right hand to fight against an unreachable evil.
Although he could use his ability to repair his right hand after the battle, he chose to replace it with a clenched fist made of pure silver. Thus, this hero made every one of his followers understand that only through personal sacrifice could order and justice be achieved.
The name of this hero, hidden deep in the distant memories, was Tyr.
In reality, Tyr was fighting against Galakrond, an ancient progenitor dragon. The five dragon aspects were created by the titan after Galakrond had evolved to a certain degree. In other words, he was the ancestor of dragons. In terms of body size, Galakrond was millions of times larger than the five dragon aspects.
In that battle, the Titan Guardian Tyr led the Black Dragon Nesario, the Red Dragon Alexstrasza, the Green Dragon Ysera, the Blue Dragon Malygos, and the Bronze Dragon Nozdormu to fight against Galakron.
It was difficult for the five dragons to cause fatal damage to Galakron, who had grown larger. As Tyr's battle plan only used himself as the core of the battle and did not guide the five dragons to cooperate reasonably closely, Tyr's arm was bitten off by Galakron during the battle. His warhammer was also knocked away, and the divine weapon at Tyr's waist was swallowed by Galakron.
Malygos and Alexstrasza rescued Tyr, and after a simple rescue, they quickly retreated to the frozen wilderness in the north, which was later known as Northrend's Dragonbone Wilderness.
Not long after, the final battle between the five dragons and Galakron would also take place in the sky above Northrend.
Malygos understood why Tyr had chosen to unite them to fight against Galakrond. The five dragons had to work together like a big family. Only with seamless cooperation would they be able to defeat Galakrond.
In the final battle, the five dragons showed their tacit understanding as they would become Dragon Aspects in the future. They helped each other and fought to the death.
Malygos and Nesario picked up a boulder, hoping to throw it into Galakron's throat.
But at the moment of crisis, a group of Undead Dragons flew in the sky. In order to save Malygos, Nesario went to face the Undead Dragon army alone.
From this, it could be seen that Blackie and Little Blue Dragon were not incompatible when they were young.
On the other side, Alexstrasza, Ysera, and Nozdormu attracted Galakron's attention. Malygos successfully threw the boulder into Galakron's throat.
Galakron found it difficult to breathe because his windpipe was blocked, so he began to run. The five dragons chased after him. They knew that if Galakron spat out the boulder, their battle would be in vain, and Azeroth would be destroyed.
As the five dragons chased after him, Galakron fell to the ground, and his huge body smashed the whole mountain. After landing, Galakron still tried to take off again, but in the process of struggling, his movements gradually slowed down. After a spasm, he fell to the ground and stopped moving.
After the five dragons defeated Galakron, who was thousands of times larger than them, Tyr and the other two Titans appeared. The Titans once again visited Azeroth and gave the five Ancestral Dragons the responsibility and power of Dragon Aspects.
This was something from myths and legends, and the description of the battle process was very childish.
However, Tyr's philosophy was passed down.
Only by sacrificing oneself could justice be achieved!
This was Tyr's Hand, and also the Holy Land of the Silver Hand. Unfortunately, it had now become the territory of the Scourge. The Necromancers of the Cursed God hoped to find Tyr's corpse here and turn him into an Undead.
"Your Excellency, I've been to Tyr's Hand. That place is really not that easy to go to," said Lu Li after knowing where he was being held.
To be honest, he was not afraid of sacrificing himself. After all, players could revive infinitely. What he did not like was unnecessary sacrifice.
It was almost impossible to rescue someone from Tyr's Hand.
"Do you think this is completely impossible?" Tirion Fordring seemed to be able to see through Lu Li's thoughts. This NPC had been given a strong intelligence, and was more like a human than the average human, and a powerful one at that.
"I don't think our chances of success are high," Lu Li said calmly.
"Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, the Silver Hand will not give up on their brothers. Even if I am alone, I will fight for them," Tirion Fordring said solemnly. "Only by sacrificing myself can justice be achieved!"
"Ugh …" Don't. If you die, what am I supposed to do? Lu Li cursed in his heart.
"You can choose not to go. You're still young, and I …" Tirion Fordring said with a bitter smile. "Even if I die, Azeroth will only have one less old man."
"Your Excellency, I think we need to have a plan," Lu Li said, imitating the lines in the movies.
A plan. Since it was a rescue operation, they needed a perfect plan. From infiltration to rescue, from rescue to safe evacuation, they also had to consider all possible variables in the process.
"It's a pity that Rebane refuses to help. If I had two thousand soldiers …" Tirion Fordring had clearly thought about the whole plan, but unfortunately, his plan did not convince the Army Commander.
"Yes, we do. Although we may be a little weak, we have two thousand, no, twenty thousand." Since they were going to play, they might as well play big. In this large-scale event where the plague was spreading, Lu Li had to have the courage to stake everything on one throw to obtain the benefits he wanted.
Unlike other clubs who took advantage of the chaos to steal Bosses, Lu Li took the path of complete integration into the war.
If he didn't succeed, then he would die.
Even an old man with only one life dared to fight alone. As a player, what was there to be afraid of?
"Twenty thousand!" Tirion Fordring was shocked.
The Seventh Army now had about forty to fifty thousand people, and the Scourge Army in the Ice-sealed Hill Stronghold was only thirty thousand. This was already one of the most powerful military forces in the area. Apart from the Scourge Army, no one could compare to them in terms of numbers.
But now, Lu Li suddenly said that he had twenty thousand people.
It would be strange if Tirion Fordring wasn't shocked. Fortunately, he had dealt with Lu Li before. He knew that the Elf had no other merits but that he was very reliable.
"I can gather a team of twenty thousand people for you to command, sir, but they are a little weak. About five people can fight against a Patchwork Monster, and they are not soldiers …" Lu Li did not think that numbers would play a big role in this battle.
Just looking at the number of people, a few clubs together could kill the Scourge Army in seconds.
However, they might not even be able to defeat a group of Death Knights from the Scourge Army. In this land, the players were no better than the defenseless civilians.
"It's okay. We're just saving people, not fighting them." The situation was much better than Tirion Fordring had expected. He had originally thought that he and Lu Li would lead a few old knights into battle.
Lu Li did not hide anything. He told Tirion Fordring about the characteristics of his people.
In the game Dawnlight, the natives were used to some of the strange abilities of adventurers, so Tirion Fordring was not surprised to know that Lu Li could use a portal to summon his teammates. Perhaps in his understanding, this was under the category of magic.
"We'll march along the edge of the arts …" Tirion Fordring's finger drew a curved line on the map.
However, Lu Li had a different idea. "No, we can't go through the Western Plaguelands. This place has become a battlefield. No matter how lucky we are, we won't be able to pass through such a long area quietly. Once the Lich King sees us as a threat, we'll be faced with endless attacks. It's hard to say if we can even reach Tyr's hands, let alone save people."
In fact, what Lu Li said was a little exaggerated, but it was not without reason.
Tirion Fordring also knew that what Lu Li said made sense. On a scale of ten, the original difficulty of rescue was twelve, which meant that there was no hope at all. With the 20,000 people Lu Li mentioned, it had now been reduced to seven or eight, but it was still not something they could bear.
"Actually, we can pass through the Hinterlands. There is a secret passage that connects the Hinterlands to the Eastern Plaguelands," said Lu Li.
"That's impossible!" Tirion Fordring shook his head. "The reason why the Hinterlands have not been infected by the Plaguelands is because of those mountains. If there was a passage, I believe that Arthas and Kel 'Thuzad would not be afraid of the dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain."
"Please believe me, Your Excellency, I would not lie to you about this. It would be meaningless," said Lu Li confidently.
The Hinterlands could indeed go directly to the Eastern Plaguelands, and it was not just the route Lu Li mentioned. If they swam along the coastline, they could also achieve the same goal. But this time, it was not only them, but also Paladins like Tirion Fordring. They all needed mounts to assist them in battle, so they could not cross the water.
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