Dear Miss, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your previous feat, you have brought glory and faith back between us, and I am extremely anxious to return to you and my brothers and see for myself the welcome changes you have brought to life, but I still have a lot of work to be done...... The movement of Zulghrab has subsided, and I can't leave here and head south to the hot and humid land to bring you more stories...... The servant of the Light is a very hospitable man, and you will surely find much in common with him, and I should perhaps prepare a gift for him...... You may not be interested in the unusually bustling harbor lately, with groups of soldiers boarding and leaving, but I would like to tell you some ridiculous rumors that they are going to the other side of the Endless Sea to exterminate the insects with the tribes.

I'm all right here, my gift for you is already in the works, and I'm sure you'll love that well-made model.

It was an unfinished, unformatted letter, written by a person claiming to be Brother Crowley, Loria knew that the letter was addressed to Southsea Town, but she was not sure how it got to her, so she asked her new intelligence director, Ragnes, only to receive a perfunctory reply that "it's safest if you don't even know."

She gently shook the small model of the sailboat in her hand, she really liked the little gift, even the ropes on the three-masted sail were recreated, not to mention the 86 guns on the three decks were carved with tiny inscriptions that ordinary eyes could not see.

It's enough to be an heirloom toy.

She didn't know how Brother Crowley had acquired such a beautiful and precious model, but she laughed it off and locked it in a drawer to keep it from being bitten and scratched by Ahri or Beauty.

Removing the plain staff that hung on the wall, she walked outside, and Brother Crowley's letter provided several information, and she probably knew that the Alliance and the Horde were busy exterminating insects in southern Kalimdor, which meant that she had some more time to prepare...... Even if the two camps are fighting for the same goal, they must be more wary than usual of each other's stabbing in the back, and the hilly area is about to resume the tense confrontation again, and when Sylvanas has no time to look north, she wants to make big news.

The attendant pushed open the door of the chapel for her, and the afterglow of dusk shone into the deep hall, and she walked to the steps, and in front of her was the little ∫∫ who had been waiting for a long time, dǐng∫diǎn∫ said, .≦.≈os_(); of the Crusaders.

The monastery is changing every day in a subtle way, and these changes lead people to a freer and more dangerous unknown situation, and any reform carries with it immeasurable risks, and those who love her will love her more in the future, and those who hate her will hate her even more, and those who believe that she will bring the crusade to glory seem to be as many as those who believe that she will destroy the order, and even in such a solemn environment, many distrustful eyes can be detected in them, and the rest are a different kind of fanaticism.

"The Crusaders were never a unified organization. ”

According to Farbanks' Tidiǎn, she scanned the crowd before speaking, as her grandfather had done many years ago, speaking in clear and short words, "But we have always been on the watchful side, and lately I have heard a lot of bad news, that on the other side of the mountains, our once noble comrades-in-arms have fallen." ”

Degradation is a very serious accusation, and even in today's lenient environment, it is enough to go through several trials, and with her words, many people can't help but look to the mountains to the east, and even here it is clearly visible that they are the two divisions of the Scarlet Crusade, separating Tirisfa from the Plaguelands.

"Rumors may not be reliable, but I cannot ignore the depravity of my companions, and even if it costs you dearly, I will take you there to judge sinners and restore glory. Loria took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound decisive and strong, she practiced in front of the mirror for a long time, and although the effect was not perfect, it finally drove away the usual sweetness in her tone for a while, "Besides...... It is Lordaeron's homeland, and the fallen and the undead are not worthy of it! I promise you, I will take you back to the land of plagues, eradicate all natural disasters, erase your past regrets, and reclaim our homeland!"

Home, it seems, will always resonate with wanderers...... These mad warriors were not yet numb, and even if it wasn't clear how Loria was going to make her way through the mountains and the blockade of the undead, no one would dislike the frenzied slogans.

Relieves qi, enjoys, and exercises the voice.

Even those who hated her were genuinely shouting to prove their joy at the moment.

The roar gradually merged into a single force, just repeating the words "take home the garden" over and over again, and everyone fell into a frenzy, Loria was satisfied with the diǎndiǎn head, which was exactly the effect she needed.

She couldn't figure out why she thought the way she did, perhaps out of pragmatism, after all, nearly half of the population was increasingly dissatisfied with her rule, and in order to prevent a potential riot or coup, she needed to let these simple-minded fanatics pour out their hatred on others, or maybe she was just bored, after all, she was also a restless person.

Or perhaps, it's just the obsession brought about by the people of the Hillsbrad family being surrounded in the mountains for generations, but whenever there is a gap, these pink hairs will take advantage of the weakness and provoke wars for expansion.

There were also a few who remained calm, guessing how Loria was going to enter the Plaguelands...... The whole army will almost certainly succeed in attacking the Forsaken's blockade line in the south, but it would be foolish to attract angry undead to chase and intercept it;

Or build a tunnel through the mountains like the dwarves?

Don't be stupid, without a large number of craftsmen and hundreds of years, it is simply unrealistic.

A handful of officers shook their heads, could she still fly there with a group of strong men? Even if everyone now knew that she was a powerful magician, teleporting with an army was just a dream.

"Soldiers, return to your camps and posts, all officers go and report to General Clement, and in three days we will be on our way!"

Loria's order brought another frenzied cheer, perhaps the refugees from the mountains had fallen in love with her, but these fanatical warriors still needed an iron-fisted leader and a target for whom they could fight bloodily.

At night, the hustle and bustle did not calm down, everyone was in the camp talking about the upcoming battle, and the quartermaster was busy with the list of equipment and supplies.

The behemoth of war is awakened by unknown ambitions and numerous **, and is about to choose people to devour. (To be continued.) )