Although it can't help much, Elise at least doesn't hold back anymore, and even occasionally keeps watch and guard, so that the tired Loria can rest for a while.

Running out of magic was a very uncomfortable feeling, as if her body had been hollowed out, and it was not something that could be solved by sitting down and drinking a bag of water, and for two or three days, Loria became easily tired, and after a week of slow walking through the Land of the Dead, she finally recovered.

Most humans like to live in groups, and Loria and Elise are no exception, even if they survive well in the wilderness, and even if there are all kinds of malicious people lurking in the crowd, they still return to the crowd like migratory birds.

A place where order exists guarantees you a night's sleep until dawn.

When they meet their first human team, the strangers greet the weary and politely and detachedly after recognizing Loria as the pink fur who recently struck down the undead leader.

It's not easy for everyone to come out and take risks, and it's not good if you get too close to the pink hair and are inexplicably wiped out by the army of natural disasters.

Loria knew that she was already famous, and that the angry voice must have seen her through some kind of necromancy after killing Hilgai...... Her features are so easily recognizable that you can find out who she is by casual inquiries by those hidden Cursed Sect spies.

It's no wonder that the undead are always clear about the alliance and the military deployment of the Silver Dawn.

Reluctantly and unwilling to return to that nasty place, Loria lost her life in her sleep, and Loria had to take Elise close to the Chapel of the Light's Wish, where the Paladins of the Silver Dawn recognized her, seemed to forget about her unpleasantness with their leader, and enthusiastically arranged a temporary shelter for them under heavy protection.

After all, since the day of this war against the Scourge, she brought the first major victory to the living on earth—Hilgay Lavendre was the creator of the plague of the undead, the embodiment of fear in the eyes of the living, and this one-on-one heads-up victory could not be over-interpreted.

Wherever she went, she was followed by several paladins, and now that they figured out who she was, they wouldn't let a Scarlet Crusader leader run around on her territory...... Over time, she became thoroughly famous, and the warriors of the Alliance would cheer at the sight of her, and even the occasional orc would take off their hats at a distance from her.

I'm really not used to it.

I heard you're a great magician, and you're good at hand-to-hand combat?

Are you really immune to undead plague and toxins?

You're the best at ice magic, so why don't you use fire to deal with the undead? Are you afraid of fire?

Every day, she was approached by people who asked her about the truth of the rumors, and Loria realized that she had made a big mistake, that she had not destroyed the scene of the duel with Hilgai, that the Scourge had known her fighting style, and that she was spreading her secrets everywhere.

Next time, her enemies will be ready against her.

How many people from the Cursed Sect are lurking in human society to make rumors about her spread so quickly and widely.

Her plan to undercover was a complete failure, but that didn't matter, the next action required her to attract as much attention as possible...... Now she just needs to stay in a place where people can easily find her, and wait until everything is ready......

It's time for the world to listen to her.

……

Tyran jumped up the hill and looked to the east, and once again, he was afraid that he would disappoint his father.

But this time he is no longer a pawn brainwashed and manipulated, but takes on his due responsibilities with his own will.

He was constantly in a state of self-reproach, if it weren't for his overkill hostility to all organizations in the name of the Crusaders, would he have allowed the extremist group called Scarlet Cosmos to take advantage of it?

The warriors and people of Hearthvale paid a heavy price for that riot, some of them never saw the sun rise the next day, it was all his fault, and if he had come forward to acknowledge Mograine's authority earlier, he would not have let so many people die in vain.

The senseless rebellion halted the process of integration indefinitely, and he felt nothing but pain at the sight of the dead people of the same race hostile to each other.

There is only one way to resolve the hostilities, whether it is the Tiriss or the Hearthvalians, this time there will be no more internal strife, no more oppression and abuse of their own people, and the remnants of Lordaeron will face the culprit of all the suffering, and will not hesitate to sacrifice everything until the natural disaster is completely driven out of their native land.

Caressing Davi Lefal's canon, Tyran felt the light lodged in the book in response to him, which reassured him a little, since Miss Mograini had made a strange transformation of him, he had always feared that he would become a monster like an undead, but so far his mind had been clear, the light had not abandoned him, and he was even more grateful to the priestess who was always chattering, and she had invented a small sugar ball that was enough to replace the irrepressible ...... The thirst for blood.

As for the composition of the candy ball, Tyran never tried to figure it out, and gradually he accepted that the world was not black and white, and that he had long been mired in ambiguous gray, hoping that one day he would not fall into complete darkness.

He remembered how much damage the last guy had done to Hearthdale and him, and he hoped that the discounted justice of the mild-mannered and enlightened Miss Mograini would really redeem them.

Tyran's eyes narrowed, and the distant sight interrupted his thoughts, the transformation at least brought valuable abilities, he could see the cavalry miles away in the night.

The scouts had returned, they were not far from the Cowling junction, and he vaguely remembered that there was a small town at the crossroads, and it was only half a day's journey to the northeast to reach the Chapel of the Light's Wish, and according to the information from the crusader elite who had first entered here, the Cowling junction was now entrenched by an army of natural disasters.

"Stop!"

"Duke?" Hearing Tyran's order, the adjutant immediately rode close to him.

"Let the soldiers be stationed in their place, set up their gangs, arrange sentry posts and night shifts, and those who do not receive orders after an hour must sleep! ”

The adjutant paused for a moment before he realized that this was a signal that battle was coming, and hurriedly took the order.

The small group of undead along the way has long been purged by various adventuring parties and scouts, and this crusader is about to face its first battle.

There was a small commotion in the ranks, and Tyran frowned and looked in the direction where the voice had come from.

"Hey, miss, you can't just run to the front alone, there are a large number of undead in front of you. ”

"Go away, you useless fellows, don't waste my time, I can overthrow an entire army by myself. ”

Tyran's brow furrowed even deeper, and he was grateful to Clement for trusting him with this army.

He could call on anyone, even the bald Mills who knocked out his front teeth...... Except for the source of this little commotion, the little girl who was stuffing food into her mouth day and night.