Perhaps those eyes weren't just Crasus.

The next morning, when I finished the dressing and went to find Ronin with a 21-crystal ball, I found that my Paladin friends had been waiting for me outside for a long time.

"Why don't you go to train? I believe Muladin must be impatient." I know they are going to pester me again. Although I like being with them like this, I still have to be very angry. And I know they seem to have developed a bad habit like me. "If Muladin knew that you had skipped class... Humph, I won't treat you with the Holy Light at that time."

I couldn't help feeling a little happy when I thought of the dwarfs slapped them. But that's not the case.

"We won't see him again, he's gone."

"I even resigned from my position as ambassador."

I was surprised to hear this news, but I felt that it was not that simple inside, but I just couldn't think of any problem there for a while. Let's continue to mock them.

"That's because you let him down." I despised the three of them, obviously I think I'm doing better than them in this regard, maybe.

"Yes." Manic subconsciously raised the sword that Crasus gave him to face me. If he placed it, he might think that he would be stabbed. But he would not. But I felt fear, because the runes above made me think of something that scared me the most. That's right...

"He went to North 6, and it is said that there was a mysterious sword guiding him." Manicha carefully looked at his weapon. "Did you know, I asked the swordsman to evaluate my sword, and he said it was unique to Lordaeron... I really don't know if he wanted to find out if he could really be like me."

I heard this answer, I was stunned, yes, I should have known it long ago... or I should have stopped it. Or we will meet again then

"Hey, Manic, I think the fate of your sword is the same as that of your war horse." Sasarian noticed my silence. Perhaps he thought that my staring at Manic sword was the purpose of his words. In addition to this explanation, there is one that can only be fear, of course, even more impossible, at least they think it is impossible.

Seeing the embarrassing Manic delivered his beloved thing, I knew they misunderstood what I meant.

"No...this is not what I want." I firmly rejected Manic. "The one Muladin is looking for might be better..."

Manic smiled. I think the reason is that I can still have this weapon, not what I said. Because...

"I don't think you really think there are treasures in the north, right?" Sasarien looked at me with a serious look. Obviously he believed in the elements of the dwarves in my words. "The dwarves always believe that the Creator will leave them any treasures, but in fact there is nothing."

"Yes, this is their belief...but this time it's not necessarily," I thought of the possible expedition, the grief of frost, and I felt that this might be possible, but... "I believe we will meet."

"I don't want to go to the north, that's too cold."

Sasarian complained that he thought we would go on an outing as before, and obviously he didn't know what happened, and of course, I couldn't tell him.

"Yes, I don't want to. Then let's look at our faith..." The Death Knight who is incompatible with his faith... No, but I can only pray like this. But before that. "We have to see if they have found themselves back." I took out the crystal ball, and obviously everyone understood our itinerary today and what 'them' meant, so we rushed to the inn, which is the residence of Ronin and Wenleza.

"Hi, you have to knock on the door first when entering the door." Luo Ning, who had just woken up on the bed, was obviously not very satisfied with us breaking into the door.

"Wenressa didn't care, what else did you say?" I blamed his lover in front of the Ranger. "I think she should have known that we were here long ago."

"It's not necessary to observe it." Wen Leisa did not stay on the bed, but put on her ranger equipment, which was already ready to go. Obviously, he still maintained his previous style and routine. "I can't always see the gentleman's side in you."

"Of course, I haven't seen the respect you should show to the prince." There is nothing better to say about the Ranger than to be more beautiful. For example, this makes everyone smile with wisdom.

After the friendly greetings continued for a while, I told them what I wanted to come, obviously I knew this without saying.

"I think you should understand the purpose of our trip." I handed the crystal ball to Ronin, "or should I wait until your energy is fully restored, you last night..."

"You think I am your fragile girlfriend, Jaina." Before I could finish my sarcasm, Ronin said in anger and dressed in clothes. Obviously he still didn't want to let me tell you what happened last night. He also said a promise that I thought was difficult for him to fulfill. "I can even bring you to Stantam." After passing on the clothes, he waved his hand and immediately let us show up and see the scene we were looking at.

However, with such a simple action, I still doubt whether it was Crassus who was exercising his strength. But the environment inside did not make me continue to think about this irrelevant issue, because the image was so realistic, just like being immersive:

The mentor Uther endured his grief and read out the crimes of his close friend Tyrioferdin at the Church of Stantam. After he received his power of holy light, he completely forfeited his family's position as Lord Stantam and exiled him. Similarly, the residents of Stantam also had various feelings about the Paladins, sadness, disappointment, and pitiful... that was only a few. Most people were hostile and believed that Tyrioferdin was a traitor.

At this time, the old paladin who lost the power of the Holy Light and was scolded seemed very difficult to stand.

"This is an inevitable result." Although I knew that things would be like this, seeing this scene in person still made me and my Paladin friend feel a little sad and silent. Because we can understand what this means for a hero, perhaps more miserable than sacrificing on the battlefield.

But not everyone understands our mood. Some people seem to think that it is a matter of punishment for making friends with orcs, so she pays more attention to the other side.

"Will you paladins become exhausted after leaving the Holy Light?" the ranger asked indefinitely, obviously incompatible with an environment like ours.

"Of course not, but Tyrioferdin is over 60 years old." I also endured my emotions and calmly explained to the ranger, "Although he is not alive for you elves for a long time."

Perhaps the Ranger realized my anger and stopped asking anything. I sighed at her. I felt that it was even more difficult to make an Elf Ranger a Paladin than I thought.

But just when I felt that the Paladin development plan was stopped, there was not no hope.

A long time later, the Crystal Ball took us to a different scene. I saw Tyrioffin and his family discussing their future plans.

Everything is the same as in memory.

The old paladin was exiled, and his young wife decided to stay in Stantholm for the future of her children. But I seemed to have forgotten a big word. I think this would be better for my friends, especially the Rangers, or Crasus, who was working hard in the distance.

"Dad, are all orcs bad guys?" Tyran Fording asked his father. And he, Tyrioffin said an answer that could cover his life.

"Race does not mean glory. People should not make rash judgments about their own different existences... I know that some orcs are as respectable as the noblest knights, and I also know that some humans are as evil as the cruelest demons." Tirio Fording answered affectionately to his son, of course, this sentence is not just for him.

At this moment, the Ranger no longer said anything, but was a little moved. I knew she was infected by the Paladin, and of course it was not the only one. Everyone seemed to understand that this might be worthy of the Paladin.

Maybe they can understand the meaning of me doing this, of course it is not just that.

When the candlelight in his house was blown out, Ronin transferred his unemployment to another scene, and Orgrim was searching for the lost orcs again and chatting about their respective experiences.

"If Tyriofordine was just exiled, then why did you send those orcs to do?" Ronin still had a doubt.

"Of course, this is not the time," I explained. "Because you haven't seen the Paladin's determination and what the devil-like people he said have."

"Who are you talking about? Which humans?"

"Of course it was the person who made the profit. Adjutant Bathras..." After hearing my words, Ronin immediately used a crystal ball to search for the person's current information. Obviously, Ronin, who lives next to Stasom, knew very well who the new lord I was talking about was.

When the crystal ball showed that the orc who was knotted with the Paladin was being abused by this lord, everyone agreed with my opinion.

"I hope I can help us teleport to Stantolome for a round trip." Ronin was angry when he saw this. Obviously, he no longer regarded the orcs as demons. But I also got a reality in his mouth. Obviously, the distance between Lord Lord and Stantolome was not something that could be done with his strength. He was just talking big.

But this is not impossible.

"You can ask for help through this." I pointed to the crystal ball again, "You are not just alone."

"Yes, I will do it." Ronin knew what I meant, that is, he wanted to ask Crasus to help teleport us over. "But I can't guarantee that he will support our behavior."

"Crasus?" Wenleza also thought of something, such as the hatred between the red dragon and the orcs, and her face turned embarrassed. "Yes, he may not be able to help this time."

"Is that so?...I don't think he's so stingy." I said to Ronning, and then looked at everyone. "Because he supports my plan."
Chapter completed!