"Your Highness, we need soldiers. How many soldiers do you have in your hands?" asked Old Fording.

"One legion, eight thousand soldiers."

Old Fording shook his head: "Not enough."

Vanessa also knew that she could borrow reinforcements. Although the Storm Kingdom is now in chaos, she is confident that she can borrow reinforcements.

However, it was borrowed after all. After the war, people returned to their country. They still needed their own soldiers to defend such a vast land as Lordaeron.

Otherwise, let alone the Northern Expedition, after the Lich King woke up, they would not be able to withstand the attacks that sent Naxxas to the south.

"I'll go find Tyran, he still has an army." Old Fording thought of his son who inherited his fiefdom, Tyran Fording.

Vanessa shook her head gently. Your son is much more foolish than you. He handed over his territory and soldiers to the Blood Crusader, and now there is only one title left.

"Grand Lord, please rest assured. I have sent my men to rescue Lord Tyran Fording."

"Rescue?!" The old man became anxious when he heard this, but he saw that Vanessa was very calm and kept his pace and did not take any further action.

Vanessa said very charismaticly: "The Blood Crusader was corrupted from the inside. Nature told me that the Paladin Saidan Dassorhan was occupied by the fearful demon Banazar. The fearful demon bewitched many people with evil words. This organization has changed. If we rashly approach the Fireplace Valley of the Fording family and the Lord Tyran Fording, it would be very dangerous for him."

Old Fording tried hard to receive the information, and he asked in a deep voice: "What is your highness's solution?"

"My people have prepared fake death potion, and will secretly transport Lord Tyran Fording out. Well, it seems that they are coming." Vanessa looked up at the horizon, and a red firework in the sky was slowly falling.

After greeting Lao Fording, the two of them came outside the valley and waited on the spot for more than twenty minutes. A carriage slowly drove from the dirt road in the west.

The carriage looked a little worn, but it was driven very smoothly. The human woman with a kind face waved to Vanessa.

This is the intelligence officer and salesman sent by Vanessa in the East-West Plagueland and Lordaeron areas

She took the lead and met: "Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Fiora."

Fiora, who was a human on the surface but actually a female werewolf, bowed to her: "Your Highness, the task you assigned has been completed. Fortunately, there is a token provided by the Blood Monastery, otherwise they would not let us enter. The situation in the Fireplace Valley was very wrong. The people seemed crazy. Fortunately, Lord Tyran Fording also noticed some problems. Without his cooperation, our task would be difficult to complete."

The female werewolf greeted her, and her friend, a dwarf named Jidvin Goldbeard, and a high elves named Tarenna Sun Shooter, helped them, and the three of them brought the "corpse" of an already stiff middle-aged man out of the carriage.

In order to reassure Old Fordine, Vanessa took out the antidote on the spot and poured it into the middle-aged man.

Tyran Fording quickly opened his eyes. He was tall, brown and blue, with a good temperament, and was much worse than his father in terms of strength. Judging from the intensity of the holy light in his body, he was just an intermediate paladin.

"Ms. Fiora, Mr. Gidervin, Mr. Tarenna, this potion is really hard to drink and it's too bitter. Are we safe? You! Are you? Father!!" He was about to say a few words to the female werewolf, but turned to see the harsh face, but his eyes were filled with a bit of loving old Fording.

He walked over with great strides. The father and son had not met for several years, but just one glance he recognized the old man as his father.

Vanessa and the others walked away, leaving space for the father and son.

It is impossible to hug each other and cry. Old Fording is about to be 60. Tyran Fording is also a 34-year-old middle-aged man. Both father and son have very restrained personalities. They pat each other on the shoulders and raise their fists to touch them.

They focused on their experiences after separation.

Seeing the heavy and majestic holy light on my father's body, Tyran Fording was very excited and upset. He didn't know how his father lived over the years.

"Your Highness, thank you for your reminder. I am willing to fight for you." The son of Tyran Fording was much easier to say. He did not use Vanessa's nonsense to say anything. He directly swears allegiance to her, or to her own allegiance.

She quickly helped the middle-aged Paladin up, her strength was a little weaker, but it was also a helping hand.

"Your Highness, are you saying the truth before? Did the Blood Crusade really be controlled by the demon?" After the father and son briefly reminisced about the past, Old Fording immediately came to verify the matter.

"What? The Blood Crusade is controlled by the Demon?!" Tyran Fording only knew that something was wrong with the Blood Crusade, but he didn't know where the problem was. Now, when he heard that the entire organization was controlled by the Demon, he immediately panicked.

Vanessa nodded vigorously: "Nature is sure of this. The stinky smell of the demon floats in the air. The leader of the blood-colored crusade, Dassauhan, has been occupied by the fearful demon king Banazar. He arbitrarily misinterpreted the teachings of the crusades and allowed the organization to live in madness and hatred."

Is that true? Tyran Fording's face was solemn, and he was almost helpless about it.

"Dasauhan!" Old Fordine's expression was even more serious. Saidan Dasauhan's relationship with him was just average, but everyone was one of the five Paladins in the first five. He knew very well that Dasauhan's prestige among the Blood Crusaders and the survivors. If this matter was true, it would be too terrifying. Could it be that the Blood Crusaders have been under the leadership of the demons for so many years?

Vanessa is not afraid of being in trouble, nor is it afraid of these people going to find nature to verify! We are not a systemic person, and the Paladins cannot detect the will of nature at all.

If she was an ordinary person, she would only be bombarded as a madman when she went to Old Fording to say this. It was considered as Minaishire's surname and the strength of the higher-level druids, so the two paladins could not ignore it.

"Where is Dassauhan?" Old Fording thought about the whole thing before and after. He believed in his eyes more and wanted to see it himself.

The matter of "Stansom" Tyran Fording is very clear.

The old man turned over the horse, Vanessa did not stop him, but let him go to the side: "Great Lord, Stantome's elite soldiers are the elite troops of the Blood Crusader. They are Lordaeron's precious legacy. Can they be preserved or preserved.

Now they can compete with the natural disasters of the undead because of the planning of the Demon King. Once the real identity of the Demon King is revealed, the faith of the priest and the paladin collapses and will soon be submerged by the undead. If you discover the true identity of the Demon King, please don’t make any announcement. We will use his identity to make some plans in the future."
Chapter completed!