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Lu Li was a little discouraged. He completely ignored the Scarlet Crusaders who still wanted to attack him and wanted to know what was going on.
"Why are you so late, Lord Tirion?"
Lu Li felt that he had tried his best, and his efforts had indeed bought him a lot of time. At least, if it were any other player, they would not have been able to drag it out until now.
"My son, my son." Old Fordring rolled down from his horse and almost crawled to his son's side.
He was not young, but he did not look old at all because he had been dealing with the Holy Light for a long time. Lu Li had never associated him with old age.
But at this moment, he seemed to have become an old man in an instant.
An old man who had lost his son, his hair as white as frost, held his son's body and wept bitterly. The father and son did not even have time to see each other for the last time.
When Tyran was born, he was leading the Knights of the Silver Hand in a bloody battle against evil.
When he came back, he was covered in blood and could not wait to see his son. His wife scolded him for not tidying himself up, and then he saw his son grinning at him.
He rarely stayed at home, and every time he came back, he could not help but hug his son and not let go.
Every time he encountered danger on the battlefield, Tirion Fordring would always tell himself that he still had his son, and that he had to go back and hug him. He was too young to be without a father.
So, with this belief, he would always be able to escape from danger.
Tirion Fordring still remembered the question little Tyran asked him when he was five years old, blinking his innocent eyes.
"Father, are all orcs as despicable and cruel as everyone says?"
"Well, son, that is a difficult question to answer. But I think there are still some orcs who are good, just harder to find, that's all. "
"Really, father?"
"I think so. Sometimes we can't judge people too hastily, son."
Unfortunately. In the end, he still failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a father. Because of his own beliefs, he let his son lose his father very early.
He could imagine Tyran burying his beloved little hammer in front of his grave. No one told him that his father was still alive, watching him in the dark. She was still watching him in the dark. Afraid that his mother would be sad, he could only hide and cry secretly.
"My father was a great man, a true Paladin," she said when she was being bullied. He always puffed out his chest.
"I want to become a Holy Knight like my father and protect our home." And so, he was sent to receive training in the Path of Holy Light along with other children who were much older than him.
Old Fordring watched his son grow up bit by bit. Although his life in seclusion was poor, it was incomparably peaceful.
"Ah — what have I done?!" Old Fordring's desperate and resentful cries resounded throughout the entire valley, hurting the surrounding creatures and shaking the solid earth.
The Grand Inquisitor realized that the enemy had arrived, and together with his Scarlet Crusade soldiers, he gave up on killing Lu Li. Instead, he pointed the spear at Old Fordring.
"You lowly traitor, why didn't you obediently stay in a dark corner and come out to die?" Grand Inquisitor Isillien looked at the old Paladin with contempt.
He had once seen Uther take away the power of the Holy Light from Tirion Fordring. Although he later heard that the guy had regained the recognition of the Holy Light, deep down in his heart, he never took this old Paladin seriously.
At most, he would kill him together. After all, Uther, who had protected him, was already dead.
"Thank you for teaching my son, Isillien. But now, I'll show you the power you once believed in!" Old Fordring put his son down and stood up.
Holy Light suddenly burst out from his body, forming a huge pillar of light.
It was even stronger than the indestructible Holy Light in Uther's tomb, making Old Fordring look like a god. This did not mean that Old Fordring was stronger than Uther. After all, one had fallen, and the other had broken through again because of grief and indignation.
Even so, this was enough to make Grand Inquisitor Isillien's face turn ashen.
"Go. Kill this lowly traitor for me! "
"You once fought for the people, for the faith, Isillien. You have blasphemed against your own past. In the name of the Holy Light, I now declare your crimes." Tirion Fordring was not afraid at all. He raised the big sword in his hand.
The angry Holy Light devoured all the surrounding Scarlet Crusaders, including Grand Inquisitor Isillien …
They all disappeared into thin air!
"Tyran, my child." The old Paladin returned to his son's side again. His expression was extremely sad, and he could not help but start to cry.
When he was surrounded by powerful enemies, he didn't cry. When he was criticized by thousands of people, he also didn't cry. This strong King of Holy Knights almost never had a moment of weakness. However, in front of his beloved son, he removed all of his strength.
Tirion Fordring must have had his reasons for not arriving in time.
Looking at such a sad old man, what else could Lu Li say? He could only smile bitterly and shake his head. He did not even know how to comfort the old man.
Tirion Fordring cried for a long time. He slowly recalled the short and distant past between himself and his son. He did not know if he was telling it to Lu Li or himself.
Lu Li wanted to cry.
"Someone stopped me. I couldn't make it in time." Finally, Tirion Fordring told him why he could not make it in time.
"Who was it?" Lu Li suddenly realized.
"Dathrohan. He led a small group of people and blocked my way. I had a hard time fighting them off." Tirion Fordring was full of doubts.
Saidan Dathrohan was one of the proud disciples of Archbishop Alonsus Faol. After the outbreak of the second war, Faol founded the Silver Hand Paladins. Dathrohan, Uther Lightbringer, Tirion Fordring, Turalyon, and others became the first Paladins. They made great contributions in the war against the Orc invasion.
During the second war, Dathrohan served as the commander-in-chief of the Silver Hand and was second only to Uther.
After the end of the war, Dathrohan led his troops to hunt down Eitrigg after learning of the relationship between Tirion Fordring and the Orc warrior, Eitrigg, and accused Fordring of treason in court.
Although Tirion Fordring was ultimately convicted because of Dathrohan's insistence, Tirion Fordring never felt that Dathrohan was wrong.
But Tirion Fordring never felt that Dathrohan was wrong. He was just a Paladin who was a little too devout, and would not allow a grain of sand to fall into his eyes.
When Dathrohan led his troops to stop Tirion Fordring, he had no intention of killing him.
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