Chapter 829: Tyran Fordring (2/2)

”I only cah Inquisitor,” Lu Li explained as he tried to push forward If they had attacked hiuise Furthermore, these four Level 50 elites would have no trouble disposing of hiuards couldn't refuse him After all, they did not know that he was a fake

Lu Li rode his horse into the 's position Shortly after, he saw Tyran drinking alone in the foyer It was clear that this retired Paladin was in a state of despair and hopelessness

Many gaame class in Dawn

Paladins were a 'jack-of-all-trades, but master of none' type of class There were not elite at DPS, Tank or as a general support, while their skills greatly lith As such, iven up, or had fallen to the dark side

Paladins also hadan elite Teacher than other classes

When their faith had been shaken to its core, the Paladins NPCs lost a lot of their manpower Unless a player had sided with an extreme faction, such as the Scarlet Crusade, no one would dare to approach any ruthless Paladin teacher

”What is it?!” Tyran yelled gloomily

”Are you still awake?” Lu Li asked as he sat on top of the war-horse, looking down at this hero of the past

Tyran snorted, slalass on the table, and roared, ”Who are you? How dare you use this kind of language and tone to speak to , do you swear to protect the honour and glory of the Silver Hand for eternity?”

”Do you swear to answer the Holy Light's grace, and share the wisdo your followers?

”Do you swear to protect the small and innocent with every ounce of your blood whenever and wherever you encounter evil?

”Who are you?” After being asked these three questions by Lu Li, Tyran's expression changed

The three questions that Lu Li had asked him were part of the oath that new recruits into the Silver Hand would shen they were inducted This process was led by Uther himself, and Uther had once said to him with a hand on his shoulder, ”Becoht soht cheer you up,” Lu Li said as he tossed them to Tyran

The first was a small but intricate hammer that Tyran had received fro that had been abandoned by him on the battlefield From that moment onwards, he had lost his teacher and his faith

He had lost his father early on as well Old Fordring had left behind Fireplace Valley, aelse

The old ht him the ways of the Paladin, and had led hier every day, dreaht to shi+ne upon the land of Lordaeron

However, this had all becoht recognise this ite a picture towards Tyran that made him shed a few tears

”This…this…it's impossible These items were…” Tyran was surprised and at a loss for words Shortly after, he knelt on the ground with the large sword supporting his weight

Tyran knelt there for a long while, as if tihts

”My father is still alive…”

”Lord Tyran, what has happened?” the four guards asked as they rushed into the castle, disturbed by the commotion they had heard inside