Tirio Fordine's military tent was on the edge of the camp, and the treatment he received could be imagined.

"The military headquarters is really too much," Lu Li said with a little resentment. Halford Rebein was the commander of the Seventh Legion, but his fame was never comparable to Marshal Windsor and others, and it was not unrelated to the person's pattern.

Indifferent, stubborn, and even philanthropic.

“Halford Rebein is a brave soldier,” Tirio Fordine said gently: “He is not a Paladin.”

Listening to the tone, it seemed that Tirio Fordine didn't have much complaints in her heart.

"Okay, Lord Grand Lord, let's study the issue of rescue." Since he made up his mind to manage his relationship with each other, Lu Li no longer focused on things like mission rewards. He may be greedy or shrewd, but he is not a person without restraint.

Tirio Fording is in a downturn at this time.

As a close friend of Uther, the founder of the Knights of Silver Hand, one of the most noble paladins in the Knights of Silver Hand, his performance in leading the way in the Second War is also worthy of the sacred name of Silver Hand. The former Old Fording was the most popular strong man in the human kingdom.

His long-term seclusion life made him gradually lose his voice in the empire, and some even thought that he was willing to fall and was a deserter.

Halford Rebein may have thought so. He did not doubt Tirio Fordine's character, so when he saw Lu Li and Tirio Fordine met, he subconsciously trusted Lu Li and Solomon, but in his eyes, Tirio Fordine was so decayed that he could enter the coffin.

Moreover, he felt that it was almost ridiculous to dispatch a large army for a group of paladins who were so old that they could hardly walk.

"They are all imprisoned here at the hands of Tyr," Tyrio Fording said, pointing to a point on the map.

The Hand of Tyre is located in the East Plagueland, east of Miredal Lake, which is the hinterland in the heart of the Scourge, not far from the Holy Light Wish Chapel of that year. Lu Li once again understood the commander of Halford Rebeinne's army. If it were him, from the standpoint of Halford Rebeinne, he might not have sent anyone to rescue him.

Perhaps many people don’t know the origin of the name Tyr’s Hand.

Long ago, on the continent we later called the Eastern Kingdom, a small group of creatures were struggling to survive by relying on the small supply left by their parents to exile them to this strange beach. These creatures were later humans, who sometimes gathered by campfires to try to read scrolls from ancient civilizations and heroic legends recorded in the abandoned mother culture.

One of the scrolls tells of a great leader, who is a model of order and justice, who once sacrificed his right hand to fight an out of reach evil.

Although he could use his own abilities to repair his right hand after the battle, he chose to use a fist clenched posture cast in sterling silver to replace it. Therefore, the hero made every follower understand that order and justice can be achieved only through personal sacrifice.

This hero hidden in his long memory is Tyr.

In fact, what Tir fought against was Galakron - the ancient Yuanzu dragon. The five guardian dragons were created by Titan based on the appearance of Galakron's evolution to a certain extent. That is to say, he is the ancestor of the dragon. In terms of body shape alone, Galakron is tens of millions of times the five guardian dragons.

In that battle, Tier, the Titan Guardian, led the black dragon Nesario, the red dragon Alextasa, the green dragon Isera, the blue dragon Marigos, the bronze dragon Nozdom and Galakron to the decisive battle.

The five-headed dragons were difficult to cause fatal damage to the larger Galakron. Since Tyr's combat plan only took himself as the core of the battle and did not guide the five dragons to cooperate reasonably and closely, Tyr was bitten off one of his arms by Galakron during the battle, and the warhammer was knocked away, and the artifact on Tyr's waist was swallowed by Galakron in one bite.

Marigos and Alextasa rescued Tyre, followed a simple rescue and quickly retreated to a frozen wilderness in the north, which was later the Northrend Dragon Bone Wilderness.

Soon, the final decisive battle between the five dragons and Galakron will also begin over Northrend.

Marigos understood why Tyre chose to unite them to fight against Galakron. The five dragons must work together and unite like a big family. Only by uninterrupted cooperation can Galakron be defeated.

In the decisive battle, the five-headed dragons showed their tacit understanding of becoming a guardian dragon in the future, helping each other and fighting to the death.

Marigos and Nesario clamped a huge rock, hoping to throw it into Galakron's throat.

But at the moment of crisis, a group of undead dragons flew into the sky. In order to save Marigos, Nesario went to fight against the undead dragon legion alone.

It can be seen from this that when Xiao Heizi and Xiao Lanlong were not incompatible with each other.

On the other side, Alextasa, Isera, and Nozdom attracted Galakron's attention, and Marigos successfully threw the boulder into Galakron's throat.

Because Galakron was blocked and unable to breathe, he began to escape. Five dragons chased after him. They knew that if Galakron spit out a huge rock, their battle would be in vain and Azeroth would be destroyed.

Just as the five giant dragons were chasing, Galakron fell to the ground, and his huge body shattered the entire mountain. After landing, Galakron still tried to take off again, but during the struggle, his movements gradually slowed down. After a twitch, he fell to the ground and stopped moving.

After the five-headed dragon defeated Galakron, who was thousands of times larger than himself, Tyr and two other Titans appeared. The Titans visited Azeroth again and gave the five-headed ancestor dragon the responsibility and strength to protect the dragon.

This is something of mythology and legend, and the battle process is described very naively.

But Tyre's philosophy was passed down.

Only by sacrificing oneself can justice be achieved!

This is the Hand of Tyr and the Holy Land of the Hand of Silver. Unfortunately, it has now become a territory for natural disasters. The psychic sect that curses the Divine Cult hopes to find Tyr's body here and then turn him into an undead.

"Great Lord, I have been to Tyr's Hand. That place is not that easy to go," Lu Li inevitably had to give up after knowing the detention location.

To be honest, he is not afraid of sacrifice. Anyway, players can be resurrected infinitely, but what he doesn't like is unnecessary sacrifice.

It is almost impossible to catch people from Tyre.

"Do you think this is completely impossible?" Tirio Fording seemed to be able to see through what Lu Li thought. This NPC was given powerful intelligence, more like a human than an ordinary human, and a powerful human.

"I don't think we have much hope for success," Lu Li said frankly.

"Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, the Silver Hand will not give up his brother. Even if I am the only one, I will fight for them," Tirio Fording said solemnly: "Only by sacrificing oneself can we achieve justice!"

"Uh..." Don't, if you die, I'll still be fucked, Lu Li complained wildly.

Chapter 1538

"You can choose not to go, you are still young, and I..." Tirio Fording said with a wry smile: "Even if you die, Azeroth will only be a bad old man."

"Great Lord, I think we must have a plan," Lu Li said in imitation of the lines in the movie.

Since a plan is a rescue operation, they really need a complete plan, from infiltration to rescue, from rescue to safe evacuation, they also need to consider the variables that may occur in this process.

"It's a pity that Rebein refused to lend a helping hand. If I had two thousand soldiers..." Tirio Fording had obviously considered the whole plan, but unfortunately his plan did not convince the Legion Commander.

"Yes, we have. Although our strength may be weaker, we have 2,000, no, 20,000," Since we want to play, let's play a big one. In this large-scale event where the plague spreads, Lu Li must have the courage to take all his own interests.

Unlike other clubs who took advantage of the chaos to grab the boss, Lu Li took the route of completely integrating into this war.

If you don’t succeed, then you will be successful.

An old man who only lives once dares to fight alone. What is there to be afraid of as a player?

"Twenty thousand!" Tirio Fording was frightened.

The Seventh Legion now has about 40,000 to 50,000 people, and only 30,000 people are displayed in the Firing Hill Fortress confronting the Scourge Corps. This is already one of the most powerful military forces in this area. No one can compare with them in terms of quantity except the Scourge Corps.

Now, Lu Li suddenly said that he had 20,000 people.

It would be strange if Tirio Fording was not scared. Fortunately, he and Lu Li had also considered dealing with him. He knew that this elf had no other advantages, but it was very reliable.

"I can assemble a team of 20,000 people for your dispatch, yours, but their strength is a bit weak, and about five people can resist a stitching monster, and they are not soldiers..." Lu Li did not think that the number could play a big role in this battle.

Just by looking at the number of people, several clubs can kill the Scourge in seconds together.

However, they may not even be able to defeat a team of Death Knights of the Scourge. Players are not much better than civilians who are powerless in this land.

"It's okay, we're just saving people, not fighting them," the situation was much better than Tyrio Fording had expected. He originally thought that he and Lu Li were going to fight with a few old knights.

Lu Li did not hide it, and told Tirio Fordine about the characteristics of these people.

In the game Dawn, the Aboriginals are commonplace with some of the strange abilities of adventurers, so Tirio Fording was not surprised to know that Lu Li could summon teammates in a portal way. Perhaps in his understanding, this belongs to the category of magic.

"We are walking along the edge of literature and art..." Tyrio Fordine's fingers drew a curved line on the map.

But Lu Li had a different idea: "No, we will not walk from the Western Plagueland. Here we are talking about becoming a battlefield for war. No matter how lucky we are, we cannot quietly travel through such a long area. Once we are recognized as a threat by the Lich King, we will be greeted with endless obstacles. It is hard to say whether we can reach the hands of Tyre, let alone save people."

In fact, what Lu Li said is a bit exaggerated, but it is not unreasonable.

Tirio Fording also knew that what Lu Li said made sense. If it were ten times the time, the difficulty of rescue was originally twelve points - meaning that there was no hope at all. With the 20,000 people Lu Li said, it has now been reduced to 70,800 points, but this is still not something they can bear.

"Actually, we can pass through from the Hinterland, where there is a secret passage connecting Hinterland and the Eastern Plagueland," Lu Li said.

"This is impossible!" Tirio Fording shook his head repeatedly: "The reason why Hinterland was not infected by the plague is because of those high mountains. If there were passages, I believe that Arthas and Kelthuzad would not be afraid of the dwarves of Eagle Nest Mountain."

"Please believe me, Lord Great Lord, I won't lie to you with such a thing, that's meaningless," Lu Li said confidently.

Hindland was indeed able to go directly to the Eastern Plagueland, not just Lu Li said. If you swim along the coastline, you can also achieve this goal. But this time it was not only them, but also paladins like Tyrio Fording, who all needed mounts to assist in fighting, and the road to crossing the water would not be able to go through.
Chapter completed!