The meeting with Saidan Dathrohan was uneventful. As one of the few fierce men in the entire alliance who did not have to look up to Carlos, Dathrohan did not believe that his disciple would die.
So after the warm hug, it’s time to remember and reminisce.
During the war, bravery was the ladder for promotion. However, Saidan, who had no political talent, did not live a good life after the war.
Although his meritorious service allowed him to live a prosperous life, he was far away from the center of power and his former comrades. Now Saidan Dathrohan is just an instructor leading the army.
And because of protecting Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan was ostracized by the new nobles.
But he doesn't care, because whoever shares life and death with me is my brother.
So when Carlos told about the cursed sect in the shadows, Saidan Dathrohan joined Carlos' camp without hesitation.
Moreover, in just two days, at a small farm belonging to Saidan outside Stratholme City, more than a dozen Alliance officers who had taken orders from Carlos knelt down in front of him.
"Generalissimo!"
"Praise the Holy Light, you are still alive!"
It is necessary to reward based on merit, but not all meritorious officials are needed by Terenas. It is inevitable that a large number of Alliance officers will be left out in the cold. The same operation will be done if it is replaced by Carlos.
But because of the limitations of his old father-in-law's vision, Carlos found a huge loophole in the current Lordaeron Alliance.
That's these old soldiers.
Ten years ago, they were in the prime of life. Ten years later, although many of them got married and had children, they were still in their prime.
Once, the entire alliance regarded them as heroes, and the world seemed to revolve around them. However, the war will eventually end, and the passion will end and fade. After all, life cannot be separated from daily necessities.
However, at this moment, Carlos appeared and told them that in the shadows of the world, a powerful and vicious enemy was ready to move.
This huge emotional impact broke the psychological defenses of these veterans.
Me, I want to be a hero, I want to be a hero again, the world needs me!
Their eyes were filled with tears not simply because they saw Carlos, the former general marshal of the alliance, but because they were moved by themselves.
There is nothing wrong with some people being willing to be ordinary. The taste of peace is too sweet for those who have lost it.
But for a martial artist, how can he be willing to die of old age in a hospital bed after so many great years.
Please let me die on the battlefield, please let the last bullet before victory shoot through my chest.
Only veterans who have been on the battlefield understand the heavy glory of this sentence.
As a matter of fact, Carlos gladly accepted their oath and personally checked each of them to see if there were any traces of contact with the shadow power.
The results are gratifying: these veterans are "pure."
It’s not surprising when you think about it. In order to deceive others, the current focus areas of the Cursed Sect’s activities are the Arathi region and Alterac, which are on the edge of the alliance. In the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the main corruption targets of these minions of the ancient gods and demons are currently large areas. Nobles, not these fringe characters.
But receiving them was not Carlos' main purpose.
After waiting for another day, a dusty wanderer came to the countryside riding an old horse.
"Tirion."
"Carlos."
The two hugged each other.
"Do you regret it?"
"Without glory, what's the point of living."
"But Eitrigg is an orc after all, and hatred cannot be resolved."
"Don't tease me with your words. I don't know what Eitrigg will become in the future, but he was worth saving at that time."
"What about your wife and children?"
"..."
"I ask again, do you regret it?"
"I regret it, but I will still do it."
Tirion Fordring asked himself this question countless times during his days of self-exile.
"Justice needs to be carried out, not just words, even at such a heavy price."
In the Inquisition, the inquisitors were all Tirion's former comrades and subordinates. They almost begged Tirion that as long as he said a few words to Eitrigg, his mistakes would be forgiven.
But in order to uphold his justice, Tirion Fordring gave up his status, reputation, family, and everything he once had.
Such a price was more than heavy. The once brilliant Paladin was beaten into dust and sunk into the mud.
But Carlos did not sympathize with Tirion, because men are destined to be responsible for their own words and deeds. This is his choice. If there is no complaint, then there is no regret.
Once again stating the situation of the Cursed Sect, Tirion leaned back on his chair weakly.
"I'm sorry, Carlos, I have lost the favor of the Holy Light. I... no longer have the power to fight against evil."
"Teacher, everyone, please search the area to make sure there are no suspicious people or spies."
In Tirion Fordring's puzzled eyes, the others left the room and carried out Carlos's order.
After about half an hour, everyone returned and reported the situation to Carlos.
everything is normal.
At this moment, there were still about two hours before Too Far Sunset. Under the gaze of everyone, Carlos asked Tirion to kneel in front of him and guided him into a meditative state.
"This is?"
Saidan Dathrohan asked in confusion.
"The seal presided over by Uther is not complicated. I can break it violently, but it will become a loophole in Tirion's mind, so I am willing to see him come out on his own."
"Walk out of what?"
Saidan understood somewhat, but not particularly.
“Get out of the psychological limitations you have set for yourself, get out of the trouble of self-exile.”
Carlos explained.
Since coming into contact with Velen's methods, Carlos has also learned how to program memory environments.
To guide Tirion Fordring into a meditative state, what Carlos showed him was "Love and Family".
PLAYER Tirion Fordring helped an old man complete trivial requests step by step, uncovering the truth of the matter step by step, and finally watched helplessly as he finally put aside the past and accepted his son again, and Tyran Fordring died. in front of himself.
The intense feeling of powerlessness and unwillingness almost tore Tirion Fordring's soul apart.
"No!"
With a huge wail, Fordring opened his eyes, and the blazing holy light spurted out, breaking through the seal set by Uther, and the power of the holy light responded to Tirion again.
"no way!"
Tirion's tears streaked down his face like white lava.
"I was wrong. Justice must be upheld, but escaping cannot solve any problem. This future should not belong to Tailan, my child, this should not be your future."
Under everyone's gaze, Tirion Fording slowly stood up.
"Carlos, let us fight for justice again."
"as you wish."
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