Traveling through World of Warcraft

After receiving the order from Darion Mograine, the death knights of Tyr's Hand on the other side stopped attacking and put down their weapons. This sudden move shocked the soldiers defending Muradin Bronzebeard's troops. They looked at each other and couldn't believe their eyes.

The noise on the battlefield gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of the death knights' hooves and the scraping of armor. The death knights silently retreated to their own camp, their eyes no longer full of fighting enthusiasm, replaced by an inexplicable calmness.

Muradin Bronzebeard's troops watched all this in stunned silence. They had been preparing for a bloody battle, but now the death knights suddenly chose to retreat. This leaves them confused and confused about the other person's true intentions.

At this moment, all the death knights in front of the chapel knelt on the ground, waiting for Tirion Fordring's fate.

During the battle, Dallion began to hesitate, doubting every move he made. His swordsmanship is no longer as decisive as before, but with a trace of hesitation. This hesitation put him in dangerous situations repeatedly during battles.

At the same time, he became indecisive in decision-making. When faced with some important choices, he often falls into deep thought and is unable to make a decision quickly. He began to worry too much about whether he had made the right choice and was afraid of falling into the wrong path again.

Darien's confusion and confusion also affected him to become withdrawn and unwilling to communicate his inner thoughts with others. He grew distrustful of his teammates and feared they would fall like his father.

In that moment, Tirion felt Darion's heart. He knew that Dallion was not an evil person, he was just confused by the darkness and lost himself.

"I will not let your soul be lost in the darkness, Darion." Tirion Fordring's voice was firm and full of majesty.

Darion Mograine's face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed despair and confusion, "Save it, old guy! We have already set foot on this road, and there is no possibility of turning back."

"You were once a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, a symbol of justice and light." Tirion continued, "I know you are troubled by darkness now, but this does not mean that you have lost yourself."

Darien's lips trembled slightly, "I...I have done too many wrong things. I led my death knight troops to kill the people I once loved deeply. I can no longer escape the control of the Lich King."

Tirion held Darion's shoulders, his eyes full of encouragement, "You can choose to change, Darion. Use your dark power to fight against the darkness of the Lich King Arthas and regain your humanity. Get back everything that belongs to you.”

Darien's eyes flickered as he began to recall his former glory and faith.

Tirion continued: "Your heroic deeds are widely known in the Alliance and the Horde. You used your life to purify your father's corruption and your father's soul was freed. Now, I once again serve as the commander of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Summon the heroic spirits here, use your power to cleanse the dark knight in front of you, and let him get out of confusion and corruption."

After Tirion finished speaking, the heroic spirits in the Holy Light Chapel burst out with unprecedented power. These heroic spirits were once Darien's comrades-in-arms and friends, and their souls were connected to him at this moment. Sacred rays of light poured out from the bodies of the heroic spirits and poured into Darien's body. Countless memories of fighting against the undead natural disasters during his lifetime flooded into his brain.

He recalled his thrilling battle with the Undead Scourge. At that time, he led the warriors of the Knights of the Silver Hand and rushed towards the Scourge's front. The undead exuded a putrid smell, and their skeletons shone with a cold light in the darkness. Dallion swung his greatsword, each slash with an unwavering faith in justice.

The battle was extremely fierce, and Dallion's sword cut a bloody path among the undead. However, when he faced his father, the fallen Sandros Mograine, his heart was filled with pain and conflict.

Sandros Mograine, once the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, was now controlled by the power of the Lich King and became part of the Scourge. Dallion knew that only by fighting could he save his father's fallen soul.

In the end, Darion Mograine defeated his father and rescued his soul from the fallen Ashbringer. At that moment, he felt an unparalleled relief.

Immediately afterwards, Dalion Mograine led his troops into a raid on Naxxramas. This stronghold of the Scourge is full of evil and darkness. They broke through the defense line of the undead and launched a desperate struggle with the Scourge.

During the battle, Darion Mograine led the way, his courage and determination inspiring every warrior. They fought bravely and never flinched until the very last moment.

In the end, Darion Mograine used his own death to purify his father's corrupted soul, and his sacrifice became an eternal symbol, inspiring subsequent generations to continue fighting for justice.

The memories of Dalion Mograine rolled in his heart, and he knew that everything he did was for the future of Azeroth. He got up and walked out of the chapel. The sunlight outside shone on him, and he felt full of strength. He is determined to continue fighting for justice and to protect the land and its people.

Under the impact of this powerful force, Dallion felt the evil deep in his heart gradually being purified. His eyes became clear, and his faith in justice rediscovered in his heart.

Darian raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, "Really? Are you willing to accept a person like me who is corrupted by darkness?"

"Really, Darion." Tirion Fordring's voice was full of firmness and sincerity, "We do not accept you because of your past, but because we believe that everyone has the opportunity to repent and seek redemption. You Just because you were once corrupted by darkness doesn't mean your future is doomed."

There was a touch of emotion in Darien's eyes, and his slightly trembling lips showed his inner excitement.

"I once lost myself and became a puppet of darkness. I hurt countless innocent lives, and I...I don't know if I can still be forgiven." Darien's voice contained a trace of pain and sadness. Blame yourself.

Tirion Fordring shook his head gently, his eyes full of understanding and tolerance.

"Everyone makes mistakes, Darian. What matters is that you are willing to admit your mistakes and work hard to make amends. The road to justice is not always easy, but as long as you have faith and are willing to fight for justice, you have a chance to redeem yourself. Sin.”

Darion's eyes sparkled with tears, and he lowered his head, silently thinking about Tirion Fordring's words.

"I am willing to try, Tirion. I am willing to fight for justice, and I am willing to use my actions to prove my change. But I am afraid...I am afraid that I will not be able to escape the shadow of darkness."

Tirion Fordring held Darion's shoulders, giving him firm support.

"You don't have to face it alone, Darien. We will fight together and support each other. Although the power of darkness is strong, we have the belief of light and the power of unity. Believe in yourself and our cause, and you will be able to defeat the inner demons. dark."

Darien raised his head, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you, Tirion. I am willing to join you and fight for justice. I will use my actions to prove myself and let the light return to my heart."

Tirion Fordring smiled and nodded, feeling the changes in Darion's heart.

"Welcome to our cause, Darion. Let us work together for the future of Azeroth, let light drive away darkness, and let good defeat evil."

A determined smile appeared on Darien's face. He knew that his path had just begun, but he was willing to take this step towards redemption and a bright future.