Even in the calamity-ridden woodlands of Tirisfar, there are still corners that have not yet been touched by the undead - apart from the mountains guarded by the Scarlet Crusaders, there is also a small stretch of coast independent of the plague - the coast north of Lordaeron, also known as the Whispering Coast.

The reef beyond this narrow coast is too difficult to develop as a port, and even in the most powerful days of the kingdom of Lordaeron, it was selectively forgotten - without it, the kingdom's armies wiped out the fish-men who had entrenched it several times, but it was not long before these monsters from nowhere would emerge from the sea again, build their rudimentary sheds out of driftwood and seaweed picked up from the sea, and reclaim the shores.

Luckily, the fishmen could not stay far from the sea, and if they went a little farther, their slimy skin would dry out and eventually die of lack of water, which is why the fishmen never attacked the inland villages, and the king no longer sent soldiers to make unnecessary sacrifices when his mind was clear.

Now, the humans in the vicinity seem to have once again taken a whim, and on their horses, they wear heavy armor that makes any sword desperate, and easily sweep away everything that is unpleasant, whether it is the undead or the gnolls, even the fish-men who bask in the sun.

The fish-people will return here one day, but not today.

Renault and his party lurk on the farm near the coast, which once belonged to the gnolls, but now there is nothing to move except them, hiding in an empty and lonely house, looking through the window at the sea, and the narrow and curving coastline is the gateway to freedom.

However, above the gate stood a makeshift wooden sentry, and anyone or anything near the shoreline would be spotted by the sentinels.

"Then, Rysa Rivendell's cavalry will trample us to death. ”

Balva whispered, as if afraid that the sentinels who were still far away would spot them.

When Renault heard the surname Rivinedell, he naturally remembered Stratholme and the crimes he committed there...... He became irritable and began to regret the mistake he had made in raising Loria as an heir of last resort - he shouldn't have introduced them to each other, and now that the woman of the Rivendell family had become Loria's right-hand man, and had dealt him a fatal blow in the coup, and it was not unreasonable to say that she had led him to defeat in the end.

"I can kill that sentry...... I use magic to kill him directly or control him from a distance. Then you get rid of him before he gives the signal. ”

Whitemane laid out her plan, she had recently become less talkative and much thinner, but her gaze had become more oppressive. If Renault was always fantasizing about going back in time and correcting her mistakes, she was left with nothing but hatred.

"No way. Balva vetoed it in no uncertain terms, shaking his head as he said, "It's very empty in the neighborhood, and you'll be spotted before you get to the distance where magic can reach the sentry." ”

"What should I do! Waiting for that little to kill us!"

Whitemayne suddenly burst into flames.

Questioned Barka blushed and suppressed his anger as he looked at Renault, who simply twisted his head to the side...... After a while, he regained his composure, but his tone was inevitably indifferent, "Wait, wait for the person who came to pick us up." ”

The ensuing period became incredibly long, and the suspicions, resentments, and resentments that had been temporarily suppressed during the intense flight erupted...... They all restrained themselves. Only a terrible silence and a clenched fist remained.

"How do you prove your loyalty?"

After some time, Renault finally couldn't bear the torment of suspicion, and he stared at Barka, clutching the inferior weapon that he didn't take advantage of.

Barka's face was wonderful, switching back and forth between anger and sorrow a few times, his teeth chattering, and he said in a trembling voice, "I ......"

With the sound of a loud horn, Renault suddenly threw Barka to the ground, his sword about to pierce the latter's throat.

"Wait!"

Whitemane stopped Renault and motioned for him to look out the window...... A small, dirty battleship with no markings sailed into their field of vision. It dropped anchor when it was still a long way from the coast and lowered two small boats.

Renault let go of Barka and stared at the battleship floating in the bay in the distance, ignoring Barka's resentful gaze.

According to the latter. The ship came from another organization as well-known as the Scarlet Crusaders...... They have similar philosophies, but they don't have anything in common.

"Why doesn't it fly its flag?"

Renault asked in a muttered voice.

"You want them to be recognized and get revenge on your niece?" Barka said in a bad tone, he got up from the ground, armed only, and prepared to leave the hut, "Ryza Riendale and her men are coming soon. ”

He didn't rush Renault and Whitemane to leave. As he walked out, his three remaining men stared at the former commander and the Grand Inspector, hoping that they would leave quickly...... Otherwise, they would have fled for their lives.

Renault glared at Baka again, but there was no way back for him now...... He doubted how the lurking loyalists had been able to get in touch with the ship and the organization behind it, but he also didn't believe Loria had access to them.

At this point, there is no choice but to trust these Kul Tiras.

With his weapon in hand, Renault grabbed Whitemane and ran out of the farm toward the shoreline with his loyal but untrustworthy companions.

…… During the lunch break, Clement was standing on the stage to give a routine lecture on the meaning of the Holy Light to her subordinates, she was a pastor and an assistant prosecutor, and she was very familiar with the routine of inciting people's feelings and stealing concepts...... She strung together the adapted short stories, occasionally adding some of her own opinions to attract people's attention.

Clement, who was in the middle of the fire, was suddenly interrupted, and the sound of trumpets came from far and near, and the scout rode into the camp and told her that the source of her voice was on the other side of the coast.

The easiest lunch break of the day was thus ruined, and the cavalry, indignantly armed simply, mounted their horses and rushed out of the camp with the general.

Go and get back quickly, and maybe take a break. (To be continued.) )