We had dinner here, and obviously, because we could enjoy the seat in such a sacred place, it was undoubtedly a glory for my fellow Paladins, and we took it for granted. Although Ronin and Wenleza also showed solemnity, their wise smiles showed that they still liked such honorable entertainment.

On the other hand, Uther and I didn't feel that way, and we were still stern. However, this was not unexpected by everyone. They could have attributed our state to the friction of our afternoon birth, and would not have thought it would be about another paladin.

Maybe Archbishop Alonso would be sad, but as the host, he obviously had to keep the hospitality he should have, such as smiling all the time, but maybe he didn't have the pleasure of my friend in his heart, and the best performance was that his appetite was surprisingly poor this time... I believe this has nothing to do with his health.

I don't remember how the dinner ended, because I was still thinking about how to implement my plan until I got to bed. For example, revoking the resolution to be expelled by the Paladin of Tyrioford. But obviously I don't have that right yet, after all, I am not a king. And even if I am or I am granted the right to exercise the king, if I control things in the church without authorization, I will be criticized. And even if I keep his name as a Paladin, he will no longer be able to let him bear his original reputation in front of the world.

Stopping the mentor's actions is not a cure. Moreover, his punishment is just a precursor. What really makes me worry is that after his orc friend is caught, this old guy will do whatever he wants and even save his life to save him... and then send him to the gallows together... And according to my impression, they will be rescued by orcs who suddenly appear, but what I worry about is that there are no so-called orcs who return to tradition yet, because Thrall is still in the cage. Perhaps the reality version will be that those orcs rescued Tyriophdin and the orc were giving the Paladin the punishment in their way.

Such death has no glory at all, and may even be a laughing stock. This is a great insult to the old Paladin, and I believe this is the result Uther wants to see the least.

I try to think of possible solutions. For example, if I go, or I send someone to save them?

Obviously not. No matter which human, elves or dwarf was in the past, when Tyrioford rescued the orcs, it would ruin his reputation.

So... I still have to rely on outsiders. The other alien races I know are Crasus and Thrall who are still learning. Consider the former first. Prisoner robbing is easy for the Red Dragon Mage, and his dragon's appearance can also cover up his identity as a member of the Kerrytto Mage. But for the alliance that has just recovered from hostility to the Red Dragon Clan, this approach will ignite the fear of their dragons in the minds of humans, because a red dragon without an orc rider did such a thing for the orcs, which will undoubtedly push the reputation of their clan to the edge of the demon synonym again.

If he can't be allowed to go, what about Sar, but what can a person who is still imprisoned and not fully autonomously conscious do...

What else can I do? Perhaps the disturbed thoughts finally defeated my last energy. I fell asleep with this doubt and the fatigue of the whole day.

Maybe it was because I was thinking too much about the Paladins and Orcs during the day. In my dream, I dreamed of the most struggling moment in my past. The battle under Lordaeron City, and I was still the me now, not the me at that time. Lordaeron's warriors kept rushing down the city to attack the orcs who were trying to attack the city. I waving my warhammers gorgeously, one ferocious and bloodthirsty orcs fell at my feet. Although I was so excited that I could kill, I always felt something was wrong.

For example, there are no signs of casting spells around me, and I can't help but look back. There is no Khadgar behind me. And when I look back at the enemy, there is no alliance army that Ao Tulayang doubles, only an endless orc tribe. I carefully sorted out my thoughts, and I quickly realized that this is not reality, it is just a dream... Maybe he is guiding me something.

Just when I was puzzled and carefully observed around me, I soon saw a more powerful orc, his stone warhammer, his ogre-like body and heavy plate armor, and his red eyes that were not as good as his kind... only one person met this characteristic.

He looked helpless and sighed... Yes, only he was the same as I remembered. His eyes showed unwillingness, and I was full of smiles.

"Yes, he is what I'm looking for."

I was awakened by my dreams. I knew that there was only one person who could help Tyrioferdin. That was the legendary chief of the orcs, the Hammer of Destruction Orgrim. I felt it was very necessary for me to rescue the orcs who were still imprisoned in the cellar.

The next morning, we left, the Archbishop and Uther. Obviously, the Messenger of Light also wanted to travel at this time, but we went differently from him. I went directly to the north, while he went to the northeast, so after walking together for a while, we left.

We watched our mentor leave and return to the same atmosphere as before. For example, we would like to express our understanding and thoughts without any scruples.

"I didn't expect the master to make things difficult for you." Sasarian asked with concern, and I was very glad that he did not sarcasm, but spoke to me. "Isn't it just the gladiatorial things?" Sasarian said, turning a little sad here. "I would have been letting me go."

"You go?" Melwin questioned. "You go will make us lose a lot of taxes."

Perhaps it is rare to be silent and mocking a big mouth, and once such a result occurs, it will cause everyone's joy.

Sasarian did not argue, obviously he did this to liven up the atmosphere. Although I smiled, it did not last long because I was still thinking about another question, how to rescue this orc. You should know that Lordaeron's night market is also very lively, and it would not be easy to let go of an orc who is as big as an ogre.

Maybe I and my friends will help solve this problem.

Manac? I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince him, and even if he is forced to do it, he is still joking with his reputation. If he is noticed by outsiders, he will definitely bear a crime that is heavier than Tirioffin, and two paladins will appear at the same time to save the infamous orcs... This is also a serious blasphemy for the Holy Church.

Or relying on mages, teleportation is relatively safe. And there is a mage who understands this spell around me, Luo Ning...

I believe that I have established a deep friendship with him, but letting him let an orc go... I think it will touch the bottom line of this human being, because he and his girlfriend Wen Leisa only have infinite hatred for the orcs...

Well, I was distracted. I didn't know where the reality had progressed, I just knew that all my eyes stopped and stared at me.

"What are you thinking... why don't you answer?"

"That was the case last night...what happened to you?"

"Didn't your skin always be very thick?...Are you still unhappy for the teacher's blame?"

"Are you thinking about my sister and Jaina?" Wenleza asked me at the end, obviously her face was not ridiculous, but caring. She understood that the pain of separation was not good.

Seeing their concern for me, I knew there were some things that I didn’t have to hide from them.

"No... there was a reason for the incident last night." I organized some language and decided to tell them about the Paladin first. "The reason for the master's goods came from a news that the Paladin Tyrioferdin made friends with the orcs..." When I said this, everyone showed a look of surprise. In order to make my words more convincing, I still reported my mentor's itinerary. "The teacher went to Stantam to relieve his holy light..."

I glanced at my friends' expressions, so people were either surprised, confused, or angry, but Manic showed seriousness. Perhaps his friend who had been following his mentor Uther in the first war with the tribe must have a very deep understanding of the old paladin.

If it were before, I wouldn't have believed that Tyrioferdin had made friends with the orcs. What a ridiculous joke and ridicule it would be. But after I experienced the orcs with him, he might feel familiar, and perhaps he really shook his understanding of the orcs this time.

But not everyone is the same as he thinks.

"How could he do this!" Wen Leisa showed an angry look. Perhaps for the Ranger who lost his family because of the orcs, there was nothing more worth looking forward to than destroying those green-skinned creatures. But now he heard the news from me, and perhaps the impression of our Paladin would be greatly reduced in her mind. "He is a scum."

When she commented on the old Paladin this way, Sasarien and Melwin looked at me unconsciously. Because three years ago they also knew that there was a little Paladin who committed the same "crime" near the Orc Shelter in Dalaran.

Listening to Wenleza's comments and the eyes of his friends, I understood that if I told them my plan, I could only argue with her now, or I would never tell them that we still have the task of saving the orcs. But facing Wenleza's angry face reminded me of the relationship I finally established with Sylvanas... I hesitated. At this moment, another voice came out. Perhaps he was speaking in an inquiry.

"Don't the Holy Light belong to any creature?"

I heard the tip of Manac and felt very harsh. That's the most powerful argument I said to the orc and his family three years ago.

"Including the orcs?" Wenleza wondered. But when we saw the silent expression of our Paladin, we seemed to have realized something. "No, this is not the Paladin's way."

Wenleza even shed tears, and at this time I even suspected that she had faith in the Holy Light. If this was the case, I would have to tell her a fact.

"No, that's it... the holy light belongs to anyone." I paused, looked at the sad elf and continued, "Tiriofordine is justice without doubt... It must be that orc who deserves to be dated." I said firmly, and my eyes slipped away everyone. Except for the puzzled mage and the angry ranger, all the paladins nodded.

"You..." The Ranger knelt on the ground crying. Maybe it was difficult for her to accept that her new human friend would have a good impression of the orcs. This undoubtedly suffered a heavy blow to her belief in friendship. And while Luo Ning was comforting her love, he looked puzzled at us. He might not understand how we, as the most determined supporters of the league, would have such an understanding.

Maybe I should comfort the Ranger, but I understand that my best way is to give proof.

"Orcs are not evil, but have changed because they are affected by some kind of physical object." I explained to her and Ronin. "I believe Crasus should have discussed it with you." Seeing Ronin nodding, I continued, "Their personalities were very similar to those of the dwarves before this..."

When I commented like this, I might have forgotten the friendship between Wenleza and the dwarf. They experienced the test of life and death together while saving the Red Dragon.

Although I don't mean to belittle the dwarfs in this sentence, but...

"The dwarf is not an orc." Wenleza obviously misunderstood what I mean. She knew that many humans, especially human nobles, disliked the sloppy dwarfs. Perhaps she also classified me as that category, so she showed extreme anger, which reminded me of Sylvanas that night. Although she did not threaten my life, she said a sentence that was also unbearable to me. "If you are talking about orcs, I will definitely tell my sister...I will tell her that you are Perenod II."

I go... What can I say in the face of his threat, but I know I have to convince Wen Lesa because she is more reasonable than her sister, and if I can't convince her, I can't face her sister. But I can no longer persuade her with words, or I should show the same anger.

Of course it is just words and not tone anger.

"It is not only you elves who hate the sins committed by their orcs. They have the orcs' blood left under the sword of everyone present. We are killing like them. Even no matter how much we argue, we cannot cover up this fact..." When we heard me say this, each of our friends nodded. "But what we are different from them is that we are for our own homes, for our loved ones, our country and our race, and our world, so that we can take up our weapons, walk together, and form an alliance against them. That is to say, we are for justice and glory."

Maybe the Ranger was inspired by my words, and she should fully understand that I would never be a traitor to the human alliance. So she explained her own understanding according to my words.

"But the orcs only have killing and no glory at all."

“Yes, it was, or it was.”

"You can say it's always been." Luo Ning couldn't help but interrupt, maybe he was also testing the purpose of my words.

"No, the future is not necessarily the case, but they always have some who will want to pursue their oldest beauty... I believe that the orc friend Tyrioffin made wanted to pursue their ancient ways, because no one can doubt the glory of the old Paladin."

When I said this, Luo Ning couldn't help but nodded. I was a little satisfied with this. At least I realized that the mage was shaken.

"You're kidding..." Wen Leisa shook her head with a wry smile. "You're all crazy."

"We don't..." I said calmly to the Ranger. I believe that this Ranger was greatly influenced by Luo Ning, such as being able to reason with her, so I told her about her plan.

"Then let's verify it now on an orc."

When everyone was not raising objections, I knew it was time to complete my plan, that is, to meet the legendary tribal chief. I wanted to see if he still remembers his will to save the tribe.
Chapter completed!