Arthas. That name was an eternal wound in Lordaeron's heart. It was this patricidal prince who had brought the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron to ruin. And now, before their eyes, Alexandros's son, Reno Mograine, had followed in Arthas's footsteps and become a patricide.
The great cleaver was about to plunge into Reno's chest when Tirion Fordring intervened just in time. "Alexandros, my old friend, you cannot go on letting hatred blind you."
Even a vicious tiger would not devour its own cubs. Everyone present was a paladin of noble character. A paladin of Tirion Fordring's caliber had held fast to his convictions even after being convicted of colluding with the enemy and betraying his country. How could he possibly stand by and watch the elder Mograine kill his own son?
"There is something that can prove that Reno's actions may not have been of his own volition." Tirion cast Hand of Protection directly on Reno, hoping to block the elder Mograine's fatal blow. "The Scarlet Crusade was indeed corrupted by a dreadlord. My son's teacher, Isillien, is the best proof. Those demons were corrupting people's hearts from behind the scenes, turning these once-righteous warriors into bloodthirsty pawns."
"The Scarlet Crusaders who fell into fanaticism weren't just those here. The Scarlet Crusaders in Hearthglen and Tyr's Hand were all blinded by Balnazzar's extremism. When I returned to Hearthglen, Isillien assumed a shadow form and attacked me and my son Taelan, attempting to bring all of Hearthglen completely under his control. The same was true of Tyr's Hand in the Eastern Plaguelands. Disguised as Dathrohan, Balnazzar set the Scarlet Crusade and the Argent Dawn against each other, wearing both sides down to pave the way for a demonic invasion."
Finally, Tirion Fordring declared sternly, with righteous conviction, "Alexandros, do you know what