Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

"Long time no see, Tirion, how have you been all these years?"

Andrea leaned against the simple wall of the hut, and waved to Tirion who looked stunned.

Tirion Fordring shook his head and smiled after recovering, "It's neither good nor bad. Although the life of living alone in seclusion is poor, at least it made me understand something."

Andrea and Tirion met more than ten years ago during the Second Orc War. The relationship between the two was not very good, and they only chatted a few times in their spare time on the battlefield.

But after all, it was an old friend who reunited after many years. Looking at Andrea's still young face, Tirion reached out and touched his weather-beaten face.

"Only when I'm getting old can I realize the true meaning of the term longevity species. After so many years, Chairman Moon Shadow doesn't seem to have changed at all."

Andrea shrugged indifferently, he was already used to this kind of emotion after seeing the joys and sorrows of short-lived species.

"I'm not here to see you on official business this time, so don't be so formal, just call me by my name."

There were no seats for entertaining guests in the house, so Tirion simply got up and led Andrea out, and sat down by the Sodosir River to chat slowly.

"The natural disasters in Lordaeron should have subsided, right? Has Garithos taken it?"

Andrea raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, he didn't expect Tirion to have such a well-informed information acquisition channel when he lived in seclusion.

"Garithers is no longer a problem. Lordaeron will hold a restoration ceremony at the beginning of next year."

"Lordaeron is eager to revive, and it's time to employ people. Don't you consider going out of the mountains again? You don't decide to die in the mountains when you are only in your 40s, right?"

Tirion was silent for a few seconds before shaking his head and said, "I was expelled by Captain Uther himself. Even if he is gone, I can't convince myself to return to Lordaeron to serve."

There are not many decorations near Tirion's hut, but the plague corrosion here has been dispelled early, and the uneven green grass has grown back on the ground.

Pulling out a blade of grass from the ground, Andrea turned the blade of grass, which was not very green in color, to examine it, and asked Tirion casually, "So, do you regret your actions in saving that orc?" ?”

Tirion shook his head firmly and said, "Of course not. Years of seclusion made me more sure of my original decision."

"Race cannot represent honor, and we should not rashly jump to conclusions about existences that are different from ourselves."

"I have seen many humans who are more despicable than the undead of natural disasters, and I have also seen orcs who are more noble than some paladins. I will not regret the behavior of letting Eitrigg go."

Andrea smiled, and threw the blades of grass towards the endlessly flowing Sodoril River, and the drifting weeds were soon swept downstream by the waves.

"Then why are you hesitating? Since you have a clear conscience, why don't you prove yourself to those who doubted you with practical actions?"

Looking at the towering Hearthglen Castle faintly visible in the distance, Tirion sighed softly and said, "Although I have no regrets about letting Eitrigg go, but... I am sorry for the damage caused to my wife and children by my reckless behavior I am very sorry for the injury."

"Andrea, you should be able to understand that in my original position, my every move represents not only myself."

"If I was alone, I could indeed return to Lordaeron with a clear conscience, but..."

Tirion hesitated for a moment, and said in a daze, "Before I left, I specifically asked my wife to tell Tyran that his father is dead."

"The old father who died for many years with a shameful reputation suddenly appeared in front of me. I don't know what Tailan will think, will he be ashamed of me and refuse to accept my existence?"

Andrea looked at Tirion who had entered the silly father mode beside him speechlessly, "...I think you are thinking too much."

Patting the dust off his buttocks and standing up from the river, Andrea raised his chin and pointed to Hearth Valley, "After all, there is a blood relationship between you and Tyran, you think your son will be the kind of person who doesn't know right from wrong?" People? Besides..."

Andrea looked at Tirion meaningfully, "Since you have very well-informed information channels, it proves that you are not really indifferent to the external situation?"

"Are you assured that Tailan will support the territory alone? What if someone with malicious intentions sneaks in and instills some evil ideas in him?"

"this……"

Andrea's words just said the biggest worry in Tirion's heart, pity the hearts of parents in the world, even if a hero such as Tirion cannot ignore the fetters of family affection.

"...Let me think about it again."

Tirion's face was very distressed, and it was obvious that Andrea's persuasion had worked.

"Okay, let's not talk about that for now."

Andrea had no intention of persecuting Tirion, he just felt that it was a pity for the first paladin to live in seclusion like this.

Seeing that Tirion couldn't decide to pay attention for a while, he changed the subject tactfully.

"What do you think about the group of undead at Crown Watchtower and Marris Farm?"

Marris Farm is very close to the Sodoril River where Tirion lived in seclusion, and Andrea didn't believe that Tirion could resist observing them.

After the topic changed, Tirion's thoughts quickly returned to the main topic, "This question is also what I want to mention to you."

"After half a year of my observation, this group of undead, whose behavior is very different from natural disasters, has their own will, and they are not directly controlled by the Lich King."

"I have personally watched this group of undead grow from scratch, and they have never shown any obvious hostility towards the living from the beginning to the end."

"If the number of people hadn't expanded to the point where Marris Farm couldn't accommodate them, they might not have expanded their territory at the risk of arousing the Scarlet Crusade's further vigilance."

"I think the undead should be able to negotiate a settlement as long as they are given enough space to live."

Andrea nodded thoughtfully. The opportunity and time for the appearance of the free undead are very different from the Forsaken led by the Banshee Queen, and Andrea is still not sure about their details.

Tirion's character and vision are absolutely trustworthy. Since he gave these free undead a good evaluation, Andrea is willing to trust his judgment.

"Andrea...no, Chancellor Moon Shadow."

Tirion bowed solemnly to Andrea, "I hope you can use your identity and influence to mediate the battle between this group of undead who do not have a strong desire to attack and the Scarlet Crusade, and shift the main attack target of the Crusaders to The Scourge of Stratholme."

Most of the members of the Scarlet Crusade were old colleagues and subordinates of Tirion. He didn't want the legacy of the Silver Hand to be wasted unnecessarily.

Andrea smiled and helped Tirion up, "I can't guarantee whether my old face will be recognized by the Scarlet Crusade, but I will try my best."

"Next, I plan to go and see the group of weird undead with my own eyes. Do you have any impression of their leader?"

"have."

Tirion straightened his body and nodded, "Nathanos Marris, the heir of Marris Farm, a native of East Welders."

"He was the first real ranger in the human race. Unfortunately, he died in battle during the attack of the Scourge on the Marris Farm. Driven by the current situation, he accidentally became the leader of this group of undead..."

"Wait a minute!"

Andrea caught a key message and immediately stopped Tirion's explanation.

"You said he was the first ranger of mankind? He once went to Quel'Thalas to study?"

"That's right." Tirion was a little puzzled by Andrea's focus, "It is said that he learned the way of the ranger from the current ranger general, Sylvanas Windrunner. .”

"All right."

Andrea finally remembered who the name Nathanos belonged to.

Nathanos Blightcaller, the warrior most relied on by the Dark Queen in the original history.

'Is this the end of the timeline? This time the Blightcaller is not the warrior (gou) of the Banshee Queen, but the leader of the Forsaken himself? '