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"Boy, if you want to fight, then get off your horse and fight!" After Tirion cleaved down the skeletal warhorse with a single stroke, he decisively retreated, calling out to Darion while keeping Arthas, who was watching from afar, in the corner of his eye.

"I'll let you know why I became one of the first five paladins."

"Because of your selfishness?" A frigid voice emerged from beneath the Saronite helmet, making Tirion's expression stiffen slightly.

"Your selfishness brought shame upon your wife and child."

"I only stood by what I believed was right." Tirion suppressed his anger at the young man.

"Then where were you when your homeland needed you?"

"I was exiled, and my connection to The Light was sealed." Tirion forced down his anger.

"Then what about me? What were you doing when a demon severed my hand?" Darion raised his voice, lifting the corrupted Ashbringer in both hands toward Tirion.

"There was nothing I could do for you." Tirion looked at the corrupted Ashbringer, thick with shadowy energy, and closed his eyes in pain.

"Did you never think of taking Ashbringer from the hands of a cripple like me and inheriting the title?" Darion stared coldly at the paladin before him, asking a question that struck straight at the soul. When he had lost a hand and Ashbringer could no longer shine in his grasp, had Tirion ever been tempted?

Tirion gave no answer to Darion's soul-piercing question. Then a string of curses came from behind Darion. Covered in blood, Bolvar was supported upright by two paladins, panting heavily as he cursed loudly, "You idiot! You fool from the Mograine family! You're as stupid as your father and as rotten as your brother!"

"Answer me, Tirion Fordring." Darion's cold voice rose.

"Knight, kill him. Do not