The rising sun cast its first ray of light, tearing apart the gloomy night of Alterac City.

Tai Lan, who had nothing to do, yawned and muttered to himself: "It's all those two murderers' fault that I didn't sleep well that night. Huh? There is a notice on the street corner ahead, let's see if there are any tasks that can be accepted.

."

The next moment, he stomped his feet in annoyance at the bounty of the Blood Knight on the wall.

"You're so mean! Why do you have to pretend to be a coward and help him treat him?" Tailan regretted so much that her intestines turned blue: "I didn't expect that those two weaklings were actually offered a bounty of thirty gold! How could I dare to claim it after I showed my hand?

Reward! My gold coins!!!”

Regret could not be used as food, so Tailan had to find other tasks to do. He was walking aimlessly on the street, and suddenly noticed a man on the street telling a story to a group of children. The content of what the man said is as follows

It caught his attention.

"...The wise Bishop Fao founded a new branch of the church - the Paladins! They are the most outstanding among the knights..."

Publicly praising the Paladin on the street? Tyran thought to himself that this was the Kingdom of Alterac that was "collaboratively governed". If it had been in other regions, the storyteller would have been captured by the orcs and tortured.

The man telling the story looked to be in his forties. The deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes did not diminish his resolute temperament. The shabby coat was worn neatly on him. Coupled with the loud voice, the whole person looked strong, bold and bold.

Meticulous and meticulous, there is a faint hint that he is used to a strict military life.

He spoke vividly: "...the first batch of Paladins had five leaders, and the powerful legion formed by these five leaders is the legendary invincible division - the Knights of the Silver Hand!"

"Uncle Varrick, are you exaggerating about them?" A boy said disdainfully: "Aren't all these invincible paladins in your mouth defeated?"

"They were not defeated head-on!" Uncle Varrick's tone became excited: "It was the traitor who betrayed them. The traitor surrendered to the tribe and gave up the road to pass the customs. This allowed the orc army to cross the Alterac Mountains.

A sneak attack on the city of Lordaeron! They did not lose on the frontal battlefield!"

A little girl asked timidly: "Uncle, have all those paladins been killed?"

Hearing this, Tailan, who wanted to leave, felt his heart twitch suddenly and stopped involuntarily.

"No, no!" Uncle Varrick decisively gave a negative answer: "Some orcs said that the Paladins have been wiped out by them. But there are many rumors that these great heroes are still alive, and even

He also leads underground resistance movements in various countries."

As soon as he told this point, the children who were listening to the story pointed to an inn on the roadside, backed away and exclaimed: "The orcs are coming! Run!"

Tailan was startled and looked inside the hotel door, but couldn't help but sigh.

He was a timid boy. His physical features were closer to those of humans, but he could clearly see the green skin of an orc and two small protruding fangs.

The children who were listening to the story dispersed in a hurry, leaving only the lonely boy. His green face turned a bit red, as if he was ashamed of his bloodline.

Tailan shook his head with emotion, as if he understood the pain in the child's heart, but was helpless.

The boy is the product of the union of orcs and humans. Such half-orc children are almost always the children of women who were kidnapped during wars. They are rejected by both the humans who hate orcs and the orcs who despise humans, and are regarded as being out of society.

The garbage at the bottom.

Tailan did not discriminate against orcs in his heart, but he knew that he could not change most people's discrimination against orcs, so he had no choice but to leave.

But as soon as he walked not far away, he heard a scream suddenly coming from behind. Tyran suddenly turned around and saw Varrick lying in a pool of blood. An extremely thick figure appeared beside him and shouted condescendingly.

Cursing:

"Damn scum, how dare you spread twisted remarks against the tribe. You are unlucky to meet me, haha!"

The guy was nearly 1.9 meters tall and as wide as two adult men. His rough skin was a greasy green color, his face was vulgar and fleshy, and his protruding chin was covered with sharp fangs. He was a

Adult orc.

Unsatisfied, the orc kicked Varrick again before grunting and turning into the inn where the orc child was. Soon his arrogant shouts could be heard in the inn.

Tyran hurriedly ran towards Varrick, only to see that half of his body was covered in blood, one arm was severed at the elbow, and the whole person was unconscious.

Tailan complained secretly, but couldn't bear to stand by and watch. She could only complain in her heart:

"For the sake of singing a hymn for the Knights of the Silver Hand, I will take the risk to save you once. But don't get into trouble again!"

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, and began to sing in a low voice. His palms once again bloomed with golden light.

Soon Varrick's wounds stopped bleeding, but his broken arm could no longer regenerate. He finally woke up and turned around.

"You saved me?" Varrick soon noticed something strange about his body. How could he feel so much better despite being so seriously injured?

Tailan said with a serious face: "A priest sister just passed by and she saved you! She said that people who believe in the Holy Light do good deeds without leaving their names behind!"

Warrick complained in his heart and almost blurted out: It's so fake! Can you make up a reason to go for snacks?

But then he thought about how he had become a cripple, and his face instantly turned gloomy.

Seeing that he was sad, Tailan comforted him: "Don't be too sad. As the saying goes, every loss must be gained. Even though you are missing half an arm, you must have gained something!"

Varrick wondered: "What did I get?"

Tailan said seriously: "Life is troubled!"

Varrick: "???"

"Ah, no, I'll say it again!" Tailan pondered for a few seconds and said, "You got...a lighter weight?"

Varrick: "..."

Is this human talk? Do I need to lose weight? If I didn’t see you as my savior, I would have to whip you!

"Oh, I'll say it again!" Tailan pondered for a moment and said: "You got the courage of a strong man who cut off his sleeves, ah no! The courage of a strong man who cut off his wrists! You're right this time!"

Warrick looked confused: "It sounds like that on paper... although it still doesn't feel right!"

"Oh, don't get stuck on these details! Wait for me here." Tailan stood up with a smile and walked towards the hotel.

"What are you going to do?" Varrick was shocked.

At this moment, the orc's arrogant roar came from the hotel: "Humans are all useless! The knights that idiot boasted about are all useless. Even the legendary Silver Waste Knights were annihilated by the warriors of the tribe!

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Chapter completed!